(A/N: I know I left you guys in suspense at the end of the last chapter and I hope you're ready for this one. As you know (or in case you didn't read the last chapter) this is the episode "Worst in Show" from "Defenders", not my favorite episode but it's going to introduce Helene's Terrible Terror. That's all I can say for now and I just want to make sure everyone enjoys it.)

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The day started off as any other, Astrid and Helene went to the dragon academy with their dragons and met up with everyone else once there. As soon as everyone was accounted for, Hiccup went on to explain the day's objective: showing off their rescue skills.

They went to a sea stack away from the village to show them off, it was just practice and they didn't want anyone to get in the middle of it. And that's when things started to take a downward spiral.

Snotlout went first and his skill ended up with the practice dummy losing its head. Afterwards, he went on to criticize everyone else for their rescue skills, none more so than Fishlegs. He called his 'drop, stop, and hover' "falling", which was the spark of a competitiveness between them.

What really started the fire, though, was when Hiccup showed off his rescue skill, a barrel-roll with multiple plasma blasts. That was when things between Snotlout and Fishlegs really started to get heated.

Hiccup tried to stop them from going too far by reminding them that they were a team and everyone was equal. Everyone, with the exception of Helene, just laughed at that because he rides Toothless, a Night Fury, which was at the top of the charts for everything that makes the perfect dragon.

Fishlegs decided to make things interesting by making it "a level playing field", which he was very cryptic about. He left before anyone could really ask and everyone else left as well, everyone except for Hiccup and Helene, who never got a chance to show off her rescue skill.

By sunset, everyone was back in the Academy where there was a crate in the center. It was Fishlegs' "level playing field". He opened it and revealed what was inside, seven Terrible Terrors.

All of the Terrors, with the exception of two, were all different colors. There was a green one, an orange one, a blue one, a purple one, two yellow ones, and a red one inside.

"Terrible Terrors? This is your level playing field?" Snotlout practically yelled.

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

He just laughed, "Oh, man, I can't keep a straight face."

Fishlegs was not amused at all, "I fail to see the humor, Snotlout."

Hiccup tried to reason with them before things got too out of hand, "You guys, the point of all this to-"

Snotlout cut him off, "You don't have a chance to win this, Fish-face, and you want to know why? Because there are readers and there are do-ers. 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 remarked.

"I mean- shut up, Astrid," he grumbled.

Hiccup tried again, "Uh, guys, come on."

Once again, nothing gets through as Fishlegs decided to take things to another level, "I'll tell you what, Snotlout, you're so confident in your dragon training superiority, why don't we make this interesting?"

He scoffed, "I'm all ears."

"Loser cleans the winner's stall… for a month," he proclaimed.

He held his breath for a moment before he finally gave his response, "Done!"

Astrid also agreed to the stakes, "In."

Hiccup tried one more time, "Come on, we're not really going to do this, are we?"

Again, nothing got heard as Snotlout went to pick up one of the two yellow Terrors in the crate, "You better strap on your helmets 'cause this guy is bringing the pain." The purple Terror suddenly bites his arm and doesn't let go. "Oh! Guess I'll take this one." His voice strained as he walked away with the small dragon on his arm, "Bringing the pain."

Everyone else went up to the crate to get their Terrible Terrors from it. Astrid took the blue one, Fishlegs took the orange one, the twins took the yellow ones, and Hiccup and Helene took the last two, the green and red ones.

"Remember, not a competition!" Hiccup called out to the other riders, who didn't listen. "This is really gonna go bad in a hurry."

"Yep," Helene agreed, "you don't have to be Thor to figure that out."

The next morning, Helene was in the back of Gobber's workshop with Smog and her Terrible Terror, whom she discovered was a girl. She was yet to name her and was trying to find a good one for her, but her mind was drawing a blank.

Currently, she was trying to figure out what kind of trick she should have her perform. She didn't really care for the competition, but she would still have to do something that was more out of the box than anything else.

Her two dragons were on the floor playing with each other while she was busy thinking. Apparently, the two had bonded very quickly, they were already romping around and wrestling like he would do with Toothless.

An hour into a long session of thought, she took a break to drink some water from the canteen she brought. When she did that, she could smell smoke coming from behind her, not a lot, but enough for her to turn around to look at her dragons, who were trying to look innocent, but she could see through it.

She turned back around to continue with her ideas while telling them, "Ease up on the smoke, we have a long day ahead of us."

The smoke eventually died out and so did the smell soon after. But it wasn't long before she could see and smell more of it, more so than before.

She turned around again and saw something a little surprising to her. She watched as Smog walked in a small circle while letting out some smoke, then the Terror would copy him by walking in a circle with her mouth open with the light of a low flame visible in the back of her throat.

That gave her an idea, an idea that - although she couldn't care less - would win the competition. She's not very competitive, but that doesn't mean that she can't show off her Terror with a bang. Besides, she had a feeling that someone already had a similar idea in mind, but the performance would be unique to only her and her Terrible Terror.

She stood up from the chair she sat in and began to make her way outside, "Come on, guys, let's get practicing."

The two dragons looked at each other and began chattering, as if they were speaking between one another. Eventually they stopped their communication and followed her outside for whatever practicing she had in mind for them.

It was now time for the riders to show off the skills of their Terrible Terrors. Everyone, besides Hiccup and Helene, was practically sneering at each other, their competitiveness was beginning to get ahead of them.

It was this competitiveness that was really taking a toll on Meatlug. She just wanted to play sheep toss with Fishlegs, but he kept pushing her away to train his Terror, Iggy. Now it seemed that her only friend was her sheep.

While Helene was trying her best to ignore everything around her, she would be lying if she said that it wasn't starting to get to her a little. She was eager to show off her Terror, especially since she didn't get the chance to show off her rescue skill the other day.

During the training of her Terrible Terror, she noticed that she really liked spinning in the air when flying. For that reason, she decided to name her Twirl, after her vivacious talent.

After a brief confrontation between Snotlout and Fishlegs, Hiccup resolved it by going first with his Terror, Sharpshot. At least it was fair that he went first since he didn't care about their competition.

Hiccup held out his arm for Sharpshot to perch on, while Toothless stood a few feet away with three wooden ducks on his wing. "Ready, Toothless?" He held up his wing to show the ducks. "Now! Sharpshot, fire!"

Toothless threw the ducks into the air and Sharpshot flew up from Hiccup's arm. He shot three fireballs at them and they all precisely hit the small wooden statues, causing them to explode upon contact. Once that was done, he perched on Hiccup's arm again.

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

"Astrid, it's not a competition," Helene told her.

"Not yet it isn't," Fishlegs glared at Snotlout, who glared back.

Next, it was Astrid's turn to show off her Terrible Terror. While she and Helene didn't practice together, she did know that she had quite a sneaky surprise in store for them.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked, spreading her arms out.

"What do we think of what?" Tuffnut asked.

"My dragon's stealth skills," she responded.

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

"Or did he?" she smiled.

As if by magic, her Terror suddenly appeared on top of Snotlout's head. Then in the blink of an eye, he was suddenly on Ruffnut's head, who didn't even notice there was a dragon sitting on her head.

Tuffnut saw it and smiled, "Oh, he's good."

"Yeah. Who's good?" she asked obliviously.

The Terror growled and that's when she noticed the dragon. He got off her as Tuffnut remarked, "Sneaky. Then again, he can't do what Butt and Head can do."

"Let me guess, are they going to run into each other?" Helene rolled her eyes.

"Nope, wrong," he answered.

The two yellow Terrors started to spread apart and got into position. They then took flight and flew into each other's heads at high speed, causing both of them to be dazed when it was over.

"See? They flew into each other! Totally different," he crossed his arms proudly.

Fishlegs cleared his throat, "Prepare to be amazed at the smartest little dragon in the archipelago."

He gestured to the crates set up in a row with items set on top of them. He smiled as he shuffled a series of different drawings of the items on the crates.

He eventually chose a drawing and showed it to his Terror, "Iggy, bring me this."

He looked at the drawing and immediately flew off to the items on the crates. He picked up the apple and brought it back to him, dropping it in his hand.

"Good boy, Iggy," he scratched him under his chin, "Aw, who's a good little guy?" Meatlug frowned when she heard him say that.

Not surprisingly, everyone but Snotlout was impressed, "Whatever, lucky guess."

"Okay, you choose one," Fishlegs held out the drawings.

He took them and looked through them, he picked the drawing of the bucket and showed it to Iggy. He examined the picture and went for the bucket, which he dropped on Snotlout's head.

Tuffnut chuckled, "Whoa, I couldn't do that."

He threw off the bucket and scoffed at Fishlegs, "Big deal, so he plays fetch."

"Well, what does your Terror do?" he asked.

"This." Snotlout opened a crate and his Terror came out of it, only for him to immediately bite him on the leg.

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

"Try and pry him loose, I dare you. Took Gobber all day yesterday to get him off this leg," he held up his bandaged ankle.

He rolled his eyes, "You're ridiculous."

Helene stepped up with her Terror in hand, "Well, looks like it's my turn-"

Fishlegs cut her off, "Just tell them I won, Hiccup."

"You won?" Snotlout scoffed. "Get real!"

"It wasn't even close," he argued proudly.

"Uh, g-guys," she tried again, "it's my turn to-"

Once again not a word gets through as Astrid enters the argument, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! My Terror's stealthiness is pretty awesome, too."

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

"Hey, our trainees rammed their heads together at high speed," Tuffnut protested. "That takes brains."

"Yeah, really hard, rock-like brains," Ruffnut knocked on her helmet.

While they continued their arguing, Helene decided to back away from them and stood next to Hiccup. From the sound of things, it's starting to look like she would have to wait for things to cool down before she gets the chance to show off her Terror.

She looked around the arena while waiting for tempers to calm down. Then, she noticed that Meatlug was gone and nowhere in sight.

"Uh, guys, where's Meatlug?" she asked.

It was then when growling could be heard and Fishlegs looked away from the argument, "Meatlug? Meatlug!"

Everyone immediately ran out of the Academy and around it to a clearing not too far behind it. Toothless shot a plasma blast just as a person that looked like Alvin jumped into a hole. When the smoke cleared, they were gone and rocks covered the hole.

"Hiccup, they took my Meatlug!" Fishlegs cried. He frantically began to dig at the rocks, he had to save his dragon.

Snotlout pulled him up and out of the way, "Stand aside, Fish-face. Hookfang!"

Hookfang shot his flames at the rocks, but nothing happened. The other dragons did the same, only to get the same results.

"Stop! We're only making it worse!" Fishlegs cried at the top of his lungs.

"He's right," Helene stated.

"Hold your fire!" Hiccup commanded.

"Oh, what are we going to do, Hiccup?" Fishlegs frantically asked.

"Those tunnels must go all over the island, they could be anywhere," Helene hit her thighs, causing them to emit a light slap.

"They don't really go all over the island," Tuffnut started. "Like, six yak farms, a couple of sheep pens, Mildew's cabbage field…"

He and Ruffnut then finished in unison, "Gobber's outhouse." They grimaced.

Everyone looked at them in disbelief. Where in the world could they have the time for this?

"What? We spend a lot of time in those tunnels. It's a tunnel of fun," he chuckled.

"Okay, we'll have to split up, cover all those areas," Hiccup stated.

"Great. Dibs on the beach!" Tuffnut raised his hand.

Hiccups tightly clenched his fists and puffed his cheeks to conceal his anger before turning around, "Uh, what beach?"

"The tunnel that goes to the secluded beach, on the far side of the island. Can't believe you haven't been there. It's white sand, so soft on your little toes," he smiled to himself as he relished the thought of the soft sand under his bare feet.

Hiccup groaned, "Okay." He then commanded, "Dragons, everyone! We'll cut them off."

Everyone immediately mounted their dragons and flew around to the far side of Berk. Helene was on Stormfly with Astrid while Fishlegs was with Hiccup and Toothless. All of their Terrible Terrors flew with them beside their dragons.

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

"It's not your fault, Fishlegs," Hiccup told him reassuringly.

"Sure it is," Tuffnut chimed in.

"Tuffnut," he scolded.

"What? It's not my fault. Is it your fault?" he asked his twin.

"Nope, not my fault," she replied.

"Yeah, definitely Fishlegs' fault," he concluded. "Sorry."

Hiccup could have slapped himself. "Guys, not helping."

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

"See? Bad things happen when you try to beat the Snotman!" Snotlout jeered. Everyone gave him a look. "What? Sometimes the truth is hard to swallow."

"You tried to tell me, Hiccup, but I didn't listen," he frowned.

"Fishlegs, we will get her back, I promise," he assured.

"Hey, if you two girls are done doing each other's hair," Tuffnut interjected, "there's an Outcast ship we might wanna attack."

Toothless rushed the ship, causing water to splash high around it and tilting the ship before it fell back onto the water. Ruffnut and Tuffnut then came in and Barf breathed out gas onto the water and Belch sparked it, causing an explosion.

"Like shooting yaks in a barrel," Tuffnut chuckled. "That was fun."

"Back off!" Alvin shouted, unsheathing his sword. "Or I'll run this Gronckle through."

Toothless was about to fire, but Fishlegs stopped him. "Hiccup, wait. Don't fire!"

"Riders, hold your fire! Fall back!" Hiccup commanded.

"No! We can't just leave her there!" he yelled.

"Don't worry, Fishlegs, we're not going to," he proclaimed.

"What's the plan, Hiccup?" Astrid asked.

He eyed his Terrible Terror, Sharpshot, who was flying next to them and so were the other Terrors with the other riders. "I have a pretty good idea."

"Is your mind going where I think it's going?" Helene inquired, knowingly and playfully.

"Oh, that's where it's going. Wait, where is it going?" Tuffnut asked obliviously.

Hiccup could have hit himself again. He groaned, "Just follow everyone else." He turned to Astrid, "Astrid, have your Terror distract them."

She nodded, "I'm on it."

She brought her fingers closely together into a straight hand and pointed her whole arm down at the ship. Her Terror saw this and he flew down, perching himself on top of Alvin's helmet once down there.

"Fishlegs, get ready," Hiccup told him.

"Right," he started searching through his series of drawings.

Savage tried to remove him from Alvin's head with his sword, but the Terror flew away just in time, causing him to hit his head by mistake. He drew his sword and was about to kill him, but Iggy stole his weapon and gave it to Fishlegs, who was holding up a drawing of a sword.

"I wish I was as smart as that dragon," Tuffnut commented.

"I wish you were as smart as that dragon, too," Ruffnut remarked.

"Now it's up to Sharpshot." Hiccup pointed down at Meatlug.

Sharpshot got the message and flew down to the ship. He fired at Meatlug's restraints, destroying three of them but not one. He was about to fire again, but Mildew made an attempt to attack them.

Helene saw this and called out to the twins, "Ruff! Tuff!"

"Got it!" he gave her a thumbs up. He then ordered, "Head!"

"Butt!" she ordered as well.

Their two yellow dragons flew down and their heads slammed into Mildew's temples, putting him into a daze. While Mildew mumbled incoherently, Sharpshot was able to escape and Meatlug was about to follow, but she was stuck on the only remaining restraint.

"Oh, no, she's not going to make it!" Fishlegs cried.

"Oh, yes, she is!" Snotlout grunted as he pried his Terror from his neck.

He threw him down at the ship and he was able to bite through the restraint. Now that she was free, she flew up to reunite with the others, particularly her rider.

"Bam! Who's the best dragon trainer now?" Snotlout's Terror then flew back up to him and bit his face. He groaned weakly, "Pain."

Fishlegs leaped onto Meatlug and hugged her, "Oh, I missed you, too."

"Just one more loose end to tie up." Hiccup was about to fly down, but Helene stopped him.

"Oh, no you don't, Hiccup. I never got to show off my rescue skill or my Terror, it's my turn now," she declared, almost demandingly.

He held up his hands defensively, "Okay, go ahead, it's your call."

She smiled down at him victoriously. She then commanded to Smog, pointing down at the ship, "Vortex."

He squawked and spun around in circles in place while letting out smoke. The spinning smoke created an upside down tornado, or vortex, that surrounded the ship, panicking the Outcasts.

"Twirl," she got the attention of her Terrible Terror. She pointed down and spun her finger.

Twirl got the message and she flew down, twirling as she did so. She opened her mouth and flames came out of it, which wrapped around her body, giving her a fiery appearance not unlike that of a Typhoomerang. She came to a sharp stop just before making contact with the ship, causing the flames to explode, which was so bright that the riders were certain that people in the village could see it, and also causing a hole in the side of the vessel.

It began to sink and everyone on it jumped overboard into the water. With their job done, the two small dragons flew back up to their trainer.

"Good job, both of you," she praised with a bright smile.

She took out a crab and a salmon from Astrid's saddlebag, she always has extra snacks on hand just in case. She gave the crab to Smog and the salmon to Twirl as rewards, they both ate their treats gratefully.

After finishing their food, Twirl gave Smog a soft look. She nudged him affectionately on the side of his lower jaw. That gesture shocked him so much that he appeared to be frozen in the air, his reaction caused Helene to laugh.

"That was a cool trick you taught your Terror, Helene," Hiccup commented.

"Thanks, but I can't take all the credit," she smiled at Smog.

Fishlegs hugged his dragon again, "Oh, baby, we got you back. Oh, Meatlug."

"We all did. Together," Hiccup declared solemnly.

"Guess that competition was worth something," Astrid uttered.

"For the last time, it wasn't a competition!" he shouted.

Night came and everyone went home to rest up for the next day. Hiccup was talking about continuing to train with the Terrors, stating that he had some ideas in mind.

Their Terrible Terrors stayed with some of the other dragons at the Academy. All of them except for Twirl, she didn't want to leave Helene and Smog, so she went home with them and Astrid.

Upon arriving home, Astrid went up to her room to sleep and Helene went into hers with her dragons. Smog went to his nest in the corner of her room while Twirl laid down on Helene's bed.

She took off her shoes and crawled into her bed. She yawned, "Good night, guys. See you two in the morning."

Both of them chirped tiredly before laying their heads down and closing their eyes. She smiled softly before turning onto her side and closing her eyes as well for a nice slumber.

A few minutes later, however, Smog and Twirl opened their eyes and raised their heads to look at her before looking at each other. He jumped down from his nest and went over to the bed, climbing up onto it.

Carefully, they both went up to her to see if she was asleep. Once they felt satisfied that she was, they looked at each other, as if communicating with eye contact. They jumped down to the floor and then onto the window sill. They exchanged a look once more before flying off into the night.

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(A/N: So, how'd you like it? I know it's a little late, but I hope this makes up for it.

I wonder what Smog and Twirl are up to, flying off in the night? ;) You'll just have to stick around for the next chapter to find out, and I hope you do.)