"Yes, Hookfang! Victory Loop!" Snotlout's howls were unmistakable for miles.

"You know, I hate to admit it, but Snotlout actually looks like he's worked on his rescue training." Hiccup said from the ground below to his friends.

Just then, Snotlout, with his victim dummy, plunged into the freezing waters, due to a… nightmare malfunction, but whether it was the Viking or the dragon it was still unclear.

"Uh, let's not get ahead of yourselves." Astrid commented.

"Hey, does anyone remember if Snotlout knows how to swim? Or this is actually gonna turn into an actual rescue mission." Ferno remarked. The Nightmare appeared with a… almost intact Snotlout (unfortunately the same could be said about his victim). "Well, that's a shame."

"Another victim saved." Snotlout said, holding up the dummy. He was quite proud of himself… until the head ripped off.

"Yeah, you got the victim part right." Fishlegs voiced everyone's thoughts.

"Shut up, Fishlegs. Big deal. So his head fell off. It's not like he's on fire or anything." Just when he said 'fire' Hookfang took that as a command and within milliseconds the dummy was aflame. Fishlegs opened his mouth to say something—"Shut up, Fishlegs."

"Guys, if I ever get stranded somewhere, send anyone except Snotlout after me." Ferno said.

-000-

Astrid demonstrated next. Starting from the bottom of a cliff, her dragon flew up and fired spines at the wall, which she used as a ladder to climb to the top of the cliff.

"Great work, Astrid!" Hiccup, was the first to comment, to no one's surprise.

"'Great work'? Pff, try lame work." Snotlout sniggered. "Hello? Flying dragon? Might be a little quicker to get to the top of the sea stack."

"You're not doing a very good job of winning Astrid from Hiccup." Ferno whispered to the Jorgenson, their dragons standing near each other. "Take a advice of a married man and already father." Snotlout glared at him.

"What if your victim in trapped on the side of the cliff and your dragon can't get you close enough? You ever think of that?"

"Yes. No. Shut up, Astrid." Snotlout pouted.

"Ok, so, uh Fishlegs. Looks like you're up." Hiccup turned to the book nerd.

The Gronkle ascended into the air.

"I'm trying to figure out what he'll do. He can't free fall and he can't perform a cool trick. I give up. What's he gonna do?" Ferno looked at his brother for answers.

"Shush!"

"I call this the stop." Fishlegs yelled from the air. Meatlug abundantly stopped. "Drop." The several ton thing came plummeting down, scaring the wits out of Snotlout, who just happened to be what the Gronkle would land on.

"Ahhhhh!" Snotlout screamed, abandoned by his dragon.

"And hover!" A meter before she would have squashed Snotlout's guts out of his body, she hovered in the air.

"I like it, Fishlegs!"

"You like anything he does." Ferno mumbled.

"Oh, come on. That's not rescuing. That's falling." Snotlout, still under the hovering Gronkle, noted.

"Actually, this is falling." The Gronkle squashed the guts out of the Jorgenson. For a while, the riders wondered if he was still alive under that thing.

"Ugh." Yep, he's alive. Unfortunately. "Hookfang, rescue."

The Nightmare not understand the command, flew off, completely abandoning his master now. "Thank you." He groaned.

"Okay, guys." Hiccup turned to the Twins. "You want to show us your rescue skill now?"

"Sure." Tuffnut said. Then he and his sister plainly sat on the saddle and stared into deep space. For once in their lives, they were silent. Even Snotlout struggled out of his prison to see this.

"Sooo… let's see it?" Hiccup urged them.

"Uh, you are seeing it." Tuffnut said.

"Pretty cool, huh?"

"Nope. Not really." Ferno said.

"Our rescue skill is not falling off this sea stack. That way, no actual rescue is necessary."

"This is gonna sound weird, but finally they make sense." Ferno quipped in.

"Ta-da!" Ruffnut flung her arms, accidently (or maybe not) punching her twin, so he would fall off the sea-stack. She watched him plummet to his demise, until she heard a loud splash in the water. "We're still working out of the kicks."

"And stay there. Now I believe it's my turn." Ferno yanked the chunky horns of his dragon and flew off into the air. "Ok, buddy. Let's show those amateurs how it's done." They smashed into the depths of the water.

Two minutes later…

"They've been stuck down there for a while. Do you think we should rescue them?" Astrid looked at Hiccup.

Then the Boneknapper exploded from the water, drenched wet, as well as his rider who breathed like he had asthma. The dragon vomited a load full of fresh and freshly-coated in saliva fish. Ferno also deposited a load of fish, which be gathered in his shirt.

"There." Ferno dropped all the fish. One of which was in his shirt, jumped out, slapped him across the face with its tail and landed in the pile of its counterparts, the riders laughed. "Oh and we rescue Tuffnut too." Ferno said, from his dragon's chest, while warming up with the burning flame in Shriek's mouth. True to the word, Tuffnut was hanging on the bludgeon like tail, gripping the shards of bone for dear life.

"That's not a rescue skill!"

"Like you don't get hungry? Plus we performed an actual rescue. We rescued Tuffnut." Ferno said shivering, seeking warm in his dragons jaws.

-000-

Hiccup, as always, had to prove to be the prodigy. Three targets were put up on the sea stacks, whizzing in the air and blasting and shattering the targets to oblivion.

"Wow."

"Wow."

"Whoa."

"Stop oohing! That's not even a rescue skill!" Snotlout yelled.

"Of course it is." Fishlegs corrected him. "You always need cover fire during a rescue. Everyone knows that. Very impressive, Hiccup." Fishlegs clapped to the Dragon Conqueror, like a parent to a toddler that just learn to walk.

"Hey, Fishlegs. You need help getting your nose out of Hiccup's—" Snotlout yelled out.

Ferno sniggered.

"Snotlout!"

"It's okay, Hiccup. He's just mad because he was dead last in the rescue competition… But what else is new?" Fishlegs said.

"Uh, guys, this isn't a competition." Hiccup assured them.

"Uh, yes it is." Tuffnut pepped in.

"You know, they say competition is the very essence of life itself." Ruffnut said.

"Who are you and what did you do with Ruffnut?" Ferno asked, warm and toasted on his saddle, now.

"It's true. Weird that she said it like that, but it's true." Astrid admitted. "It's always a competition."

"That's just your luck isn't it, Hiccup?" Ferno asked, knowing exactly what his brother was thinking. Hiccup spent his whole life being the last of any competition and he was sick of it.

Hiccup gave him a meaningful look that spoke thousands of words. "We are a team. Everyone has a role. No one person is better or more important than another."

All the teens burst into laughter, wiping tears away from their eyes and struggling to keep their stomachs whole.

"You don't really buy that do you?" Snotlout asked, being the first to recover.

"I do, actually. Yes. Wait, do you all feel the way Snotlout does?" Hiccup looked at each and every one of the teens, landing on his brother last.

"Uh, Hiccup? You ride Toothless, a Night Fury. And the Night Fury is at the top of the charts for intelligence, speed, accuracy, and well, everything… no offense girl."

"We are used to competition. While you were busy making our weapons, we were using them to kill each other. So it's kind of like our second-nature, to make a competition out of everything."

"Is that why you guys eat like pigs when we're together in the Great Hall? To finish quickest." That comment from Hiccup, applied to everyone except Astrid.

"Yeah, I gave up with eating with them like 4 years ago." Astrid commented.

"You want to know what I think?" Snotlout said.

The answer came quickly from everyone: "No!"

He continued talking anywhere. "I think we'll never know who the best dragon trainer is because we don't have a level playing field."

"For once in his life, he said something that isn't completely stupid or disgusting." Ferno said.

"Hang on a second. What if we did have a level playing field?" Fishlegs suggested. "What if we could prove once and for all, who's got the skills and who doesn't?"

"Trust me, Fishlegs. You don't want that." Snotlout said.

"Oh, I think I do."

"Is it going to be good?" Ferno and the Twins fist-bumped.

-000-

"Terrible Terrors? This is your level playing field?" Snotlout was disappointed at what he found at the bottom of the box.

"As a matter of fact, yes. We'll all choose a terrible terror and have a day to train it. And then we'll find out who's best."

Snotlout burst laughing hard enough to clutch his stomach and wipe away tears. Funny thing was, no one else found it hilarious and Snotlout was left, awkwardly laughing by himself. "Oh man. I can't keep a straight face."

"I fail to see the humour, Snotlout." Fishlegs challenged.

"You're not alone." Ferno said, gesturing to himself and the other riders.

"You guys, the point of all this is—"Hiccup tried to intercept the two, before this became a bloodbath.

"—You don't have a chance to win this, fish-face, and you want to know why? Because there are readers, and there are doers. And while you've got your nose buried in the Book of Dragons, I'm out there kicking names and taking butts."

"I think you meant that the other way around." Astrid said, while Ferno, standing next to her was having a laugh that was meant to be for Fishleg's Terrible Terror playing field challenge.

"I mean…" Snotlout looked humiliated. "Shut up, Astrid."

"Uh, guys, come on." Hiccup once again tried to get rid of the inevitable competition.

"I'll tell you what, Snotlout. You're so confident in your dragon training superiority why don't we make this interesting?" Fishlegs suggested, a glimmer of mischief (which belonged only to the Twins and Ferno, but definitely not him) twinkled in his eyes.

"All ears." Snotlout accepted the challenge even without hearing it.

"Losers clean the winner's stall. For a month."

The Twins and Ferno made sound effects in the background.

"Done."

"In."

"Come on. We're not really going to do this, are we?" Hiccup once again failed with stopping the competition.

"You better strap on your helmets 'cause this guy right here? He's bring the pain." Snotlout said, puffing out his chest. He reached into the box full of Terrible Terrors, but never got his chance to choose, because a Terror picked him, in the most obvious way it could: biting his hand, probably leaving a bite mark scar. "Oh! Guess I'll take this one." He gritted his teeth, trying to hide the pain, and walked away with the Terror hanging from his arm. "Bringing the pain!"

Ferno laughed. "I like that Terrible Terror already. Hey, Snotlout, after you're done with it, can I have it?"

"No! Get your own!" Snotlout shouted somewhere from the outside.

All the teens grabbed a dragon with less pain than the Jorgenson. The last being Hiccup and Ferno.

"Remember, not a competition!" Hiccup yelled to the leaving teens, holding his green Terrible Terror. "This is really gonna go bad in a hurry."

"Hey, we grew up in a competition, they treated everything as a competition. Even growing up. You can't expect them to not treat training as a competition either." Ferno reminded him, but it was hard to take a guy seriously when a red Terrible Terror crawling on his head.

-000-

"…Daddy's gotta work on humiliating Snotlout. I'm gonna crush him in the dragon training competition."

"Yeah, that's something normal to walk into the Ingermans' household." Ferno said, as he and Hiccup walked up the steps to Fishleg's house.

"It's not a competition Fishlegs. Listen, I of all people know how Snotlout has a way of getting under your skin. I just want to make sure you're not losing perspective in all this." Hiccup rambled, but the only thing that Fishlegs heard was 'losing'.

"Death Wing and I? No, we don't plan on losing anything."

"Seriously, Death Wing?" Ferno cracked an eyebrow.

"Or Iggy. We're not sure yet. What do you like?"

Hiccup noticed the pouting Gronkle with the sheep next to it, in the corner of the room. "Uh, is Meatlug ok?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't she be?" Fishlegs said, not even bothering to turn around.

Ferno slammed his fists into the table. "Fishlegs! Wake up and smell the grass! You're becoming obsessed with beating Snotlout! Snotlout! The guy that is probably gonna come in tomorrow with the Terrible Terror only knowing how to bite his butt! What is wrong with you?!" The Fire-bearer yelled.

The bookworm remained unmoved, like he didn't even hear the screaming into his ear. "So Death Wing or Iggy?"

Ferno, losing any patience left, slapped a nearby flask, which unfortunately happened to be within anger range, of water onto the floor and stomped out.

"What's with him?" Fishlegs asked, never lifting his eyes to see what the commotion in his house was about.

Hiccup sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Goodnight." He followed his half-brother's lead.

-000-

"Okay, time to show off what we've trained our Terrible Terrors to do. Why don't you go first Snotlout?" Fishlegs asked Snotlout, challengingly.

"Why don't you go first?" He retorted.

"Fine, I'll go first." Fishlegs calmly shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh no you don't, I'll go first."

"Urgh, this isn't going to finish is it?" Ferno asked Astrid.

"First, second, third doesn't matter. 'Cause in the end, you're gonna come in last."

"Whoa, what got into Fishlegs?" Astrid asked no one in particular.

Though Tuffnut, who was behind her, decided to answer. "Looks like he finally grew some—"

"Whoa, how about I go first? Especially since I don't care whether I win or not because this isn't about winning or losing." Hiccup pushed past the building tension, with his Terror.

"Yeah, you keep selling that. Loser." Snotlout mumbled.

"What did you just say?" Ferno asked the Jorgenson, patting his sword and then crackling his fists.

"Nothing."

"Ready, Toothless?" Hiccup called out to the Night Fury, who on his wing had three wooden ducks, ready to launch them. "Now!" The ducks flew. "Sharpshot, fire!" The Terror flew up, and blasted the ducks to oblivion.

"Not bad. You're starting off the competition with a bang, Hiccup." Astrid said.

"It is not a competition." Hiccup said, tiredly.

"Not yet it isn't." Fishlegs said darkly, having a glaring contest with Snotlout.

-000-

"Well, what do you think?" Astrid said, standing in the centre of the arena, with her hands stretched out.

The other teens looked at her, expectantly.

"What do we think of what?" Tuffnut voiced everyone's thoughts.

"My dragon's stealth skills." Astrid answered.

"Right. His skill's so stupid, he didn't even show up." Snotlout remarked.

"Or did he?" Astrid said, knowingly.

Tuffnut turned around, and the Terrible Terror on his sister's helmet caught his attention. "Oh, he's good." He said.

"Yeah." Ruffnut agreed, before realising she had no idea what he was talking about. "Who's good?"

"Sneaky." Astrid called him over to her.

"Then again, he can't do what butt and head can do."

"Talk about opposing names." Ferno murmured to his brother.

"Let me guess, they're gonna run into each other?" Astrid took a wild and unpredictable guess.

"Ehh, wrong."

The dragons hovered in the air for half a second and then with all the speed their little wing could provide them, smashed into each other, in a very Twin-like fashion.

"They flew, into each other." Ruffnut stated the obvious.

"Totally different." Tuffnut supported her claim.

"Whatever. My turn." Ferno said, wanting nothing more than to get this over with. "Thiefy!" He yelled. On his shoulder landed the Terrible Terror that in its claws and mouth had a number of objects, such as Hiccup's favourite charcoal pencil, Snotlout's purse (which he liked to carry on his belt to show off his wealth) and Fishleg's personal mini copy of the Book of Dragons.

"Hey!" The victims of the theft exclaimed.

Ferno put on a victorious smirk. "Pretty awesome, right?"

"Thiefy?" Hiccup asked.

"I had an inspiration crisis."

"Anyway, prepare to be amazed at the smartest little dragon in the archipelago." Fishlegs said to all of his friends. He showed them some cards, with pictures of different objects that he had put on the table across the arena.

"Urgh, the cheap find and fetch trick again." Ferno exclaimed quietly to his brother.

"Do you ever shut up?" Hiccup asked.

"Of course not."

The Terror brought back the desired object.

"Big deal. So he plays fetch." Snotlout walked up to Fishlegs, with a puffy chest.

"Well, what does you're Terrible Terror do?"

"This." Snotlout opened a box and before anyone could blink, the Terror flew out and bit him in the leg.

"I should be a fortune teller." Ferno mumbled.

"You predicted it would bite his butt…" Hiccup corrected. "But maybe the leg is better."

Fishlegs laughed. "So, so, let me get this straight. You trained him to bite you?"

"Try and pry him loose. I dare you." Snotlout tried to push his dragon training skill to the limit. "It took Gobber all day yesterday to get him off of this leg."

"You're ridiculous. Just tell them I won, guys." Fishlegs turned to The Haddock Brothers.

"You won? Ha! Get real!"

"It wasn't even close."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. My terror's stealthiness is pretty awesome too."

"Astrid, please. There's no brains involved in teaching a Terror to hide."

"Hey, our trainees…" And so on it went.

"So, how do you plan to stop this one, oh great peacekeeper?" Ferno asked the scrawny boy beside him.

"I… have no clue…"

PPPHHHHH! (A/N, sorry I don't know how sizzling lava sounds like.)

"Meatlug? Meatlug!" Fishlegs looked around the dragon to find his missing. "Oh no."

-000-

The silhouette of his father, truly did amaze the Fire-bearer. What was he trying to do? But that was an easily answered question. They may have made a pact for Ferno to take his place if he's overthrown, but he was still trying to get back at Stoic and Hiccup.

Alvin, Savage and Mildew jumped into the tunnel, with a several ton dragon as a hostage. And blasting them, didn't prove to be a good idea, because it sealed them inside the cave, free and safe to go anywhere…

"Hiccup, they took my Meatlug!" Fishlegs said, digging into the rubble to with his bare hands, but to no avail.

-000-

"Oh, what are we gonna do? Those tunnels go all over the island. He could be going anywhere." Fishlegs cried.

"They, don't really go all over the island. Like, six yak farms…" Tuffnut said, casually.

"A couple of sheep pens." Ruffnut added, with equal causality.

"Mildew's cabbage field." Sometimes people wondered who Ferno was really related to, the Twins or Hiccup.

"Gobber's outhouse." All three of them said together, shrugging at the thought. "Blech!"

They noticed the looks the other riders were giving them. "What? We spent a lot of time in those tunnels. It's tunnel of fun."

Hiccup gave Ferno a look that clearly said 'really? You hang out with these people?' "Alright, we'll split up, cover all those places."

"Uh, no need. There's also a beech." Ferno cut in.

"And you didn't say this earlier why?"

"Sorry, I've been spending too much time with them." Ferno gripped his forehead like he felt woozy.

-000-

"Oh, if anything happens to my Meatlug, I'll never forgive myself!"

"It's not your fault, Fishlegs!" Hiccup tried to calm his friend.

"Sure it is." Came the expected and unhelpful comment from the male Twin.

"Tuffnut!"

"What? It's not my fault. Is it your fault?" He looked at his sister.

"Nope. Not my fault."

"Yeah, definitely Fishleg's fault." The Twins proved helpful… as usual.

"Guys, not helping!"

"Once you think about it, it is Fishleg's fault for getting too big headed with his so called 'dragon training knowledge'." Ferno shouted from Shriek's saddle.

"Ferno, not helping!"

"No, no, they're all right, Hiccup. I ignored the most important thing in my life because O got so caught up in beating Snotlout." Fishlegs confessed.

"See? Bad things happen when you try to beat the Snot-man." Everyone gave Snotlout a weird look. "What? Sometimes the truth is hard to swallow."

"You two tried to tell me, but I didn't listen."

"Fishlegs, we will get her back, I promise." Hiccup said.

"Hey, if you two girls are done doing each other's hair—"

"Well, said Tuffnut. Well said." Ferno sniggered, shortly after being punched by a blonde shield-maiden.

"—There's an Outcast ship we might want to attack."

So there was.

-000-

The Twins started the attack of shooting the ship. "Yeah, like shooting yaks in a barrel."

"Ha! That was fun!"

"Back off! Or I'll run the Gronkle through!" Alvin threatened, putting the sword to Meatlug.

"Hiccup, wait! Don't fire!" Fishlegs withheld the pilot of the dragon he was riding.

"Riders, hold your fire! Fall back!"

They all retreated. And as they did, Fishlegs saw the eyes of his dragon. "No! We can't just leave her there!"

"Don't worry, Fishlegs. We're not going too far."

"Haven't you learnt anything from our strategies?"

-000-

The teens sat back on their dragons and watched as the Terrible Terrors that they felt proud to train, unleashed havoc on the Outcast ship. Sneaking and stealing and bashing heads with… other heads, was the first round from the Terrors Astrid, Ferno, Fishlegs and the Twins trained. Iggy some random Outcast's sword and Thiefy brought his trainer his father's sword.

"I wish I was as smart as that dragon." Tuffnut said, meaning the three dragons on the ship.

"I wish you were as smart as that dragon too." Ruffnut was the voice of truth for that moment.

Hiccup ordered his Terror to fire at the ropes so that Meatlug would be able to escape, but the last rope was missed and kept the Gronkle to the ship.

"Oh no, she's not gonna make it!" Fishlegs bounced up and down on the poor Night Fury with worry.

"Oh yeah, she is!" Snotlout unclamped the Terrible Terror from his neck and threw it at the rope, snapping it and making the Outcast that were pulling the rope to keep the dragon on board, fall over. "Bam! Who's the best dragon trainer now?" The Terror returned like a boomerang and resumed its teeth's position on his neck. "Pain."

Fishlegs jumped on his dragon. "Oh, I missed you too."

"Just one more loose end to tie up."

"By all means." Ferno welcomed his sibling. "Knock them out."

The Night Fury re-performed it's barrel roll plasma blast and left the Outcast ship to bits.

Ferno did take notice that his father, father-in-law and Mildew were floating on a plank home, just to put his conscience to rest.

"Oh baby, we got you back. Oh, Meatlug." Fishlegs carried on cooing.

"If he doesn't stop babying that dragon in the next second, I'm going to kidnap her myself just to shut him up." Ferno told Astrid. "He's getting on my nerves."

"We all got her back. Together."

"Guess that competition was worth something," Tuffnut said.

"Oh, for the last time, it wasn't a competition!" Hiccup yelled, finally snapping his patience.

-000-

Ferno sat by the fire in his house, that afternoon, inspecting the sword of his father that he got from the battle.

It was heavy and sharp and deadly.

The Fire-bearer wondered how many lives this sword killed. Who made it? When did his father come by it?

He didn't know why he did it. But he pulled out his old sword from the sheath and placed it on the wall, like a sort of decoration, and in its place slid the Outcast made and Outcast used sword, previously owned by his father and now him.

-000-

THERE! DONE! Sorry I'm late, but I took a three day school trip to Paris and we weren't allowed to bring computers.

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