AN: I have not read the How to Train you Dragon Book Series. Therefore, all of my knowledge of Cami is from fanfictions that I've read. While I don't remember any specific ones that she is in, I want to express gratitude towards the people who put her in their stories. It is worth noting that this story is already completely written, and will be regularly updated. Disclaimers: This story is rated T for an extremely mild reference to an "adult topic". Obligatory "I do not own HTTYD." all credit to the creators.

Of course she knew the rumors of the mysterious rider of a Night Fury, sighted from boats passing through waters near Helheim's Gate. He never engaged anyone for more than a quick flyby. No one seemed to know who the rider was, or what wanted. Not that it mattered to Cami anyway.

She was going to steal the night fury then become the rider herself. It would go down as the most daring theft in all of Bog Burglar history, and with a night fury, she would be the most powerful and respected future chief.

Stealing the dragon was going to be dangerous. Her mother, Chief Bertha would never let her attempt something so crazy, which is why Bertha wouldn't find out until Cami came back on the back of a night fury. Planning would be key; everything had to be perfect for this to work. A great plan needs a great planner, and while Cami was great at improvising, she would readily admit that planning was something she could use help with. Luckily, her friend Cedar happened to be great at planning if not over the top at times. The appeal of stealing a night fury would be too much for Cedar to resist, so Cami was confident that Cedar would want to help. That is why Cami currently found herself Cedar's house. Instead of barging in, she knocked on their door, and a thin old Viking woman answered the door.

"Hello. Can you tell Cedar that I need her help with knives practice," Cami requested politely.[AS1]

"I will let her know as soon as she has finished her chores for today," the Cedar's mother responded

Cami smiled. "Please ask her to meet me behind the old quarry. "

"Sure thing, dear"

"Thank you!"

Cami left immediately after their short exchange. Patience was critical for this to ever have a chance to get off the ground. If Cedar snuck out, her mother might search for her and discover what they were up to. That was not a risk worth taking, so Cami would wait.

When Cami got to the spot behind the quarry- relatively isolated but with good targets for practicing throwing knives – Cami pulled out her knives and began practicing throwing. She had not been lying when she said she needed Cedar's help with knives. Cami was by no means bad, but Cedar, despite being a year younger than Cami, was far better. Cami would get Cedar's help with knives, but not today. Nearly an hour passed with Cami throwing knives into the target to kill the time. By the end, she was getting bullseyes almost every time.

"Come on Cedar,"

Chink.

"where"

Chink.

"are"

Chink.

"you!"

Chink.

Four knives, practically on top of each other, lodged dead center in the target.

"That's pretty good. But we both know that you are perfectly capable of hitting targets at standstill. You should have been –"

"Cedar!" Cami interrupted her friend, "You finally made it!"

"Sorry I took so long. Mom had me gutting the sharks from the weekend haul."

"Again? That's the third day this week!"

"Yeah, well its not for us." People in the South would buy it as a luxury item, and Cedar's mother had been selling it at inflated prices for decades. Ripping off rich southerners still counted as burglary, Cami supposed. "So when you throw your knives, you should try to hold your thumb a little firmer."

Cami laughed, "Cedar, I hate to break it to you, but I didn't really want to practice knives today." Cedar looked disappointed. Probably because she wouldn't be showing off her amazing knife throwing skills. "It's something better. We are going to steal a night fury!"

Cedar looked at her friend, dumfounded. Of all the things she expected Cami to say, that was certainly not one of them.

"Let me explain. As you know, there have been rumors of a dragon rider riding a night fury. If we can manage to steal it, we will go down as the greatest Bog Burglars in history."

Cedar did not look convinced, "So you want us to somehow track down a potentially dangerous dragon rider who may not even exist, kill a night fury, which no one knows how to kill, return home and praised as the best Boggies ever."

"Almost. We won't be killing the dragon. Think about it, instead of becoming night fury killers, we could become the riders of the night fury. That's a whole new level above being Vikings. And, stealing the night fury will be like the time we stole that horse from the rich southerner, but better. Once we steal it, we can use it as our getaway. As for the rider even existing – where there's smoke, there's fire."

"Hmm," Cedar looked thoughtful "So you have a plan?"

Cami smiled, "Why do you think you're here?"

Cedar deliberated for only a moment. Cami could tell the proposal was enticing. "Ok, I'm in. But we can't plan here; we'll need maps and paper and pencils and all the other planning supplies."

"Way ahead of you," Cami walked over to target, removed her four throwing knives, then lifted its canvas covering, revealing everything her friend could want for planning. Cedar's compulsive urge to write everything down was sometimes frustrating, but today it would help them lay the groundwork for the greatest Bog Burglar heist ever.

Cedar smiled when she saw what Cami had brought – maps, paper, a straight edge, ink, protractor, and Chief Bertha's dragonbone pen. It was everything needed to put together a comprehensive plan.

"This… this could work."

AN: Leave a review and let me know what you think. I'd love to hear thoughts, criticisms, and predictions. Like I said earlier, this story is already completely written, so you can expect another update within the week.

Huge shout out to ViggoGrimborn whose advice has been helping me with writing so far and for having generally excellent stories.