Seriously delayed episode 2 but I did it! Enjoy!

Everybody needs a place in the world. Some people are born to theirs.

A flashback showed Stoick on board a ship, giving orders. "Raise the mainsail! Turn it towards starboard!"

Some people discover theirs.

A familiar moment between Hiccup and Bing Bong came; of when they first became friends, and Bing Bong finding his true new home after losing his old one. And his existence had turned out better for it.

And some people make a place for themselves.

The village was now shown back in the old days when it was Viking vs Dragon. Gobber had made a living of designing weapons for the warriors there. "Grab a weapon! No time to be choosy!" He shouted, then grabbing his own.

A gang of dragons spewed fire, and Gobber took on a Monstrous Nightmare.

Present

But then the world around them changes, and the place they made is gone.

Now that Vikings and Dragons lived together peacefully, there was no need for Gobber to make any weapons to fight them. He sighed unhappily, just making his hundredth sword to add to the building pile of unused ones, watching the happy vikings in the village with a glum expression and feeling useless.

Around that time in the Dragon Academy Hiccup was busy training the others. Bing Bong was just snoozing peacefully. He was challenging the teens to a Dragon Quiz with the teams Team Astrid and Team Snotlout while Hiccup asked the questions and kept score.

"Every dragon has its own unique abilities that give it its special place in the world. Which dragon makes the best welding torch?"

Astrid spoke first. "Oh, Deadly Nadder!" Fishlegs nodded. "It's magnesium flame burns with the heat of the sun!"

Bing Bong peeked his eyes open to watch. He sometimes enjoyed these quiz matches.

"Correct, point to Team Astrid!" Hiccup said, checking off a tally. "Score is now 100-10."

Astrid smirked. "And you started with 10," she teased at Team Snotlout. The twins folded their arms.

"Yeah? Well the game's not over. Wait, what team am I on?" Tuffnut asked, stroking his chin. Bing Bong just rolled his eyes at his comment.

"Moving on. What is the shot limit of a Hideous Zippleback? Team Snotlout." Hiccup said. Team Astrid smirked. "I don't think they can count that high."

The twins took the challenge. "Oh, really?" Ruff asked. "Let's find out," Tuff said, signaling Barf and Belch who fired 6 shots that nearly hit Team Astrid. Bing Bong continued to watch, chuckling a little inside.

"Looks like 3."

"Told you we can count that high!" The twins said with a smirk.

"It was 6, you were half right. 5 points," Hiccup scored. Team Snotlout high fived. "Yes! We're up to 30!"

Bing Bong saw Astrid looking pretty pissed. "Alright, it's our turn. What happens when you shoot fire at the owner of a Deadly Nadder?" She growled. Stormfly then shot her spines. "See how you like that!" She hissed, pinning the Twins on the wall.

"No fair!" Tuff complained. "She didn't give us time to answer!"

Now Snotlout wanted a go. "I got a question. What happens if I sick Hookfang on you?" He huffed. Bing Bong nudged Hiccup with his wing, who nodded. "Alright, that's enough training. I believe we did some excellent work here—."

Snotlout wasn't done. "Prepare to face a Monstrous Nightmare!" He tapped Hookfang's cheek with his hand. The dragon screeched, flaming up, eyes filled with pain, knocking off his rider who raced to a trough of water to douse the flames. Bing Bong went over.

"You sure you're alright, Hookfang?" He asked. The Nightmare looked away.

"None of your business. I'm fine," he growled, walking away. Bing Bong looked after him in worry. This had been going on for a few weeks that involved the cranky dragon's mood swings, his eyes having a look of pain in them often and taking it out on his rider.

He had a feeling if Hookfang didn't come clean about what was bothering him it would bite him back soon.

…

Meanwhile Gobber was doing his best to keep his business running but it didn't pull in much attention. Only a few people were there to see his display of 'not weapons' for sale.

Hiccup and Bing Bong both watched, Bing Bong feeling pity for Gobber inside. Gobber did his best to sell his non killing weapons but it didn't draw in the crowd.

Mildew sneered at Hiccup. "Well, that was hard to watch. The feelings of guilt must be tearing at your insides. After all; you put him out of business with your little peace pact with the dragons. You ruined his life, bravo!"

Bing Bong growled after him. "Just let me tear his head off, please?" He begged Hiccup. Hiccup shook his head.

"No, that won't solve the Gobber problem, let's just go home for now," he muttered, turning to walk away.

…

Later that evening Hiccup was still feeling bad for Gobber while Bing Bong lay down beside him. He sighed.

"You know Gobber made this for me?" He said, lifting his metal leg. "He taught me everything he knew to make your tail."

Bing Bong smiled a bit, looking at it. He guessed the blacksmith should get credit for helping Hiccup to help him fly again.

"We gotta find some way to help him."

"But how?" Bing Bong asked, tilting his head. Stoick came in before Hiccup replied. He groaned then rubbed his head. Hiccup went to see him. "Tough day of chiefing, Dad?" Stoick nodded.

"I was all over the island. I married the Svensson girl to the Odegaard boy at dawn, then down to the pen where some kids were tipping over yaks, then back up to the newlyweds to settle a domestic dispute. Heh, I guess that honeymoon's over," he said then taking a drink of his ale that Hiccup gave him. Hiccup then began to put a log on the fire while Bing Bong settled himself down near it, too.

"Oy, sometimes I wish there were two of me," Stoick mumbled while Bing Bong just chuckled softly. Be careful what you wish for, he thought for himself just as Hiccup dropped his log when getting an idea. "Wait, there are two of you!" He exclaimed. Stoick glared.

"Is this another crack about my weight?" He stormed heatedly. Bing Bong couldn't deny that Stoick was a bit more fat than muscles. But he wouldn't say it, just curling up to nap.

"No, I mean Gobber, he could be the other you," Hiccup corrected. Stoick looked surprised.

"Gobber? Oh he's way too busy making all those dragon-killing—." He glanced at both his son and Bing Bong. "Eh, well, used to be, until you— which is great… except for Gobber," he said. Hiccup nodded.

"Exactly my point." Stoick stood up with a grin. "You know, that ain't such a bad idea. I could use a right hand," he decided, getting up to find the former blacksmith. Hiccup nodded again. "Well, that's great since that's the only hand he has," he mumbled. Bing Bong shook his head. "Subtle choice of words," he muttered out of earshot. Hiccup scratched behind his ears. "Well let's hope this was a good idea," he said nervously.

…

As it turned out it didn't go quite how Hiccup had planned. First naming a baby girl with a boy name to sinking a ship after repairing it with metal, plus other things that probably shouldn't be mentioned. Hiccup and Bing Bong came home to a worn out, irritated Stoick with two ice blocks on his head, with Hiccup giving his dad another ale.

"Whoa, two block headache. Ya know dad I think you're being a wee bit rough on Gobber," he muttered. "It was his first day, tomorrow will be way better."

Stoick glared at him. "Oh it will be for me. Because it won't involve Gobber." He growled. Hiccup's face fell. "What do you mean?" Stoick then told him everything what had happened and that he was letting him go. Bing Bong was a bit surprised from this.

"Well we got to find some way to help him," Hiccup protested. Stoick gave Hiccup a glance. "We don't have to do anything. You on the other hand are going to be very busy finding a job for Gobber."

Hiccup sighed as he went up to bed with Bing Bong to ponder this whole scenario. Bing Bong warmed up his bed and curled up.

"So you have ideas on how to help the man?" Bing Bong asked with his head tilted. Hiccup paced back and forth, until his eyes flashed with an idea.

"Bing Bong, I just had an idea why don't we bring—."

….

"You're bringing Gobber here? To the Academy?" Fishlegs asked; thunderstruck. Stormfly was gazing at Bing Bong with a shocked expression.

"Bing Bong, do you really think your human knows what he is doing?" She asked questionably while Hiccup explained. Bing Bong just shrugged. "Not really, I'm just doing my best to support my friend," he replied. Hookfang covered his eyes with his wing.

"This will be messy," he groaned.

Hiccup grinned awkwardly. "He's gonna be great! Nobody knows dragons like old Gobber. He spent his entire lifetime uh… studying them. If we tap into that, we'd all be better Dragon Trainers."

Stormfly just rolled her eyes while Bing Bong grinned nervously, hoping Hiccup's plan would work.

"You'd better be for real with this, unless he brings in—WEAPONS!" Hookfang shrieked, just as Gobber arrived with his cartload of killing objects. Meatlug squealed in fear. "I'm back! Did ya miss me?"

The dragons except Bing Bong cowered. Bing Bong made an attempt to reassure them. "Wait, I'm sure he has an idea for training," he begged. Meatlug whimpered, her eyes drawn to one that was a spiky weapon and an axe combined.

"Uh, first of all, welcome, and second tiny question. Why did you bring your, er…"

Gobber grinned. "Killing things?" He asked, taking the axe/spiked ball weapon out. "I thought we could train them by threatening to kill them! That's how my daddy taught me to swim!" He said cheerfully.

The dragons minus Bing Bong all yelped in fear. Gobber smirked when slamming the weapon into the floor. "School's in session!"

Stormfly and the others whimpered, making a break for it and flying away from the weapons and a crazy blacksmith. Bing Bong couldn't help but moan in exasperation that Gobber thought that threatening the dragons could work.

….

Hours later, Hiccup and Bing Bong were waiting in the arena for the other Riders. They landed their dragons, all groaning when getting off. Bing Bong tilted his head.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Hiccup asked. Astrid stretched her sore muscles.

"We've been riding our dragons for four hours! It took forever to chase them down after Gobber scared them away!" She said accusingly to Stormfly who lowered her head in apology. The others were in the same condition; The twins were hitting each other's butts, and Bing Bong wouldn't talk about what Snotlout was doing.

"I've flown for hours on Toothless and never had a problem," Hiccup said in confusion. Astrid raised her brow. "That's because you have a saddle!" Bing Bong glanced at his saddle, before Hiccup suddenly had an idea. "Yeah, saddles!"

….

Later in the Blacksmith Hiccup told his plan to Gobber, even drawing ideas for him. Bing Bong waited outside, listening in as Gobber says to Hiccup to let Gobber do what Gobber does best, and that he had been the one who made his diapers. The Imaginary Friend turned Fury grimaced. I didn't need to know that, he thought, after Hiccup left Gobber to do his work and stood next to him.

Gobber then began his saddle projects, singing an infamous Viking tune while working. Bing Bong purred when Hiccup scratched his scales.

"You know, bud? He doesn't sing that song unless he's actually very happy. I think we did a good thing."

Even Bing Bong had to admit he preferred a cheerful Gobber, too. "Perhaps this really will bring him out of the dark, I hope," he said to his human friend, when they went to bed after that.

….

The next morning was an exciting time for the Riders when Gobber got ready to present the new saddles. Bing Bong watched as each saddle was given to his dragon friends, and he now saw why Gobber was so pleased with making them:

The Twins had a catapult saddle. When they tried out the catapult the rocks slammed into Barf and Belch's heads. They fell to the ground.

"My head…" Belch moaned while the other rock ended up knocking his twin head unconscious.

It wasn't pretty for Meatlug, too, when there were a lot of maces attached to the saddle. Poor Meatlug did her best.

"You can do it girl! Think light!" Fishlegs encouraged but it was in vain, causing the weight laden Gronckle to collapse from exhaustion.

Hookfang had instantly thrown off his flamethrower saddle, crying in pain from whatever was bothering him. Snotlout looked pretty mad about it. Bing Bong had done his best to ask Hookfang constantly since that day ago but the dragon was still stubborn.

Astrid at first liked her saddle but when Gobber said to try the horn it startled Stormfly to shooting her spikes, pinning Snotlout to the wall.

Hiccup frowned from lack of success. "Uh, Gobber, we may have to make a few…"

"Changes? I'm way ahead of you. Got so many ideas! You don't know what it is like up in here!" He said with a chuckle, hitting his helmet with his hammer. Bing Bong just groaned to himself while Hiccup folded his arms.

….

After that chaos Hiccup and Bing Bong remained in the arena to clean up when Stoick came to call.

He stared in amazement. "My Odin! This place looked better when we were killin' dragons here!"

Hiccup grinned embarrassedly. "Yeah, we sorta got Gobbered," he mumbled. Bing Bong glanced about at the burn marks. It felt more than that.

"You know Gobber. He means well, he just doesn't always do well. So, what are you gonna do about him?"

Hiccup kept sweeping. "I'm gonna clean up his messes and redo his work," he said halfheartedly. Stoick frowned a bit.

"Look, Gobber's like family," he started. Hiccup threw down his broom. "I know that he is, that's why I can't say anything to him!" Stoick sighed. "No, son. That's why you have to. It's not fair to you and it is not fair to Gobber."

Hiccup glared, pulling away from his father's hold. "Why do I have to say something to him? You didn't! You just passed him on to me!"

"That's what the chief does, he delegates. I gave you the academy because this was the best thing for Berk. Now you have to do what's best for the Academy. And I'm sorry, son. But what's best is very rarely what's easy."

Bing Bong gave a yawn while waking from his light nap, though really he was listening. The three of them walked past Snotlout still hanging off the Nadder spines, asleep.

"What about him?" Stoick asked. Hiccup shrugged. "Leave him, he's going for a record." Stoick shrugged too. "Enough said." Bing Bong glanced at the stocky boy with a shake of his head. Since living here the Imaginary Friend had seen strange things these kids did.

….

Bing Bong and Hiccup later that evening decided to tell Gobber. Hiccup knew he wouldn't like it but heard hammering at the blacksmith.

"Hey, you never know, Bing Bong. Maybe Gobber is actually looking at my plans and is actually making the saddles better." Bing Bong then flinched when an explosion rang out.

"Perhaps not…" he muttered. Hiccup sighed. The two went to the entrance. Bing Bong remained near the door, laying down and resting lightly while Hiccup approached, Gobber showing with a crossbow, pointing it right at him!

Hiccup raised his hands. "Don't shoot!"

Gobber just smirked. "I would never shoot you, Hiccup. Unless I absolutely have to…" this made the teen laugh nervously, signaling Bing Bong it was ok when the Fury raised his head in alarm. "Yeah, if you could just put the crossbow down, I'd feel better." Gobber did so and let him in.

Bing Bong went to sleep again but opened his ear to the conversation, relaying Hiccup telling Gobber he had to take him off the saddle project despite Gobber saying he made 'adjustments'.

Gobber paused in his work, looking crestfallen. "Are ye getting rid of me, Hiccup? Now I see why ye had me put down the crossbow…" Hiccup tried to cheer him.

"It's just the saddles! We'll find something else for ya!" Gobber shook his head. "No, I don't need yer pity. I lost an arm and a leg, think I'll survive losing a job."

Hiccup felt bad, apologizing before he left. Bing Bong gave a small nudge of comfort to his human friend. "Didn't go well, huh?" He said quietly out of Gobber's hearing.

"It was awful!" Hiccup stated. "I'm not sure how much worse things can get—."

A loud crash and roar was his answer. "Something like that?" Bing Bong asked in concern. Hiccup nodded, seeing smoke in the distance. Snotlout suddenly raced over, eyes round in fear.

"Never… thought… I'd say this. But Hiccup, HELP!" Snotlout squealed, holding onto him tight, Bing Bong now realizing who could be causing the ruckus, baring his teeth.

….

The trio ran to the scene of chaos where it was revealed that Hookfang had gone nuts; screeching, spitting fire, making everyone run in fear. He even rubbed his jaw on a building before landing in the middle of town. Stoick made everyone back off from the dragon, seeing them coming over.

"I didn't understand; I was just rubbing his head, he usually loves that! But this time he went crazy! My dragon hates me!" Sobbed Snotlout. Hiccup and Bing Bong watched the poor Nightmare rubbing his jaw along the ground, noticeably in his current pain. Fishlegs stroked his chin.

"They do say a pet starts to take on the characteristics of its owner. I think that's what's happening." Snotlout glared. "Hey!" He snapped, elbowing the pudgy boy. Fishlegs grunted. "I rest my case!"

They learned that Hookfang hadn't eaten for days, so that's what Hiccup tried. But he just spat out the fish, the fish head landing on Stoick's beard. Hiccup flinched. "Sorry dad," he apologized. Stoick sighed, tossing Bing Bong the fish head that he ate happily, always accepting free food. "We got to bring this dragon under control," Stoick demanded.

Hiccup held out his hand. "Don't worry, I can do this," he said confidently, approaching Hookfang gently like he usually did. Hookfang stared at him, glaring. "Easy, boy, it's ok." Hiccup tried. But as soon as he touched Hookfang's jaw he squealed, spitting out fire and shrieking.

Bing Bong by now had enough, charging in to demand the Nightmare to confess what his pain was, Hiccup running out of the way, as Bing Bong jumped onto the other dragon, pinning him, but Hookfang threw him off.

"Alright, Hookfang. Fess up! What's wrong with you! No more lying, I mean it!" Bing Bong roared demandingly, baring his teeth. Hookfang just snarled stubbornly.

"Told you, Fury. It's nothing I can't walk off!" Spat Hookfang back, eyes ablaze, shooting fire at a building from anger and pain. Bing Bong ducked his blast, his dragon anger overpowering him, making him screech louder. Hiccup came to calm him down. Stoick had enough.

"I've seen enough. I'm sorry, Hiccup. We tried it your way." Stoick then went to fetch Gobber. It took a while but the chief managed to break Gobber out of his moping state, saying they really needed him.

Bing Bong ensured Hookfang wouldn't blast anything else while they waited, Hookfang unfortunately not telling why he was in pain, though he looked ready to crack. Gobber then came with weapons.

"Stand back; I came here to do what I do best!" Gobber said boldy. Snotlout looked stricken. "He's gonna kill my dragon!" Hiccup shook his head. "No, he's not."

"Uh, yeah he is!" Tuffnut said. "You don't use that stuff to butter toast." Ruffnut added. "I mean, we would but you wouldn't."

Bing Bong just huffed at their comment though he backed off now seeing Hookfang wouldn't go off again, Hiccup trying to convince Stoick to not kill him because he's having a bad day.

"A bad day for a dragon could be a disaster for all of us. That's not a risk I'm willing to take. Gobber." Gobber nodded, stepping forward.

Bing Bong watched in nervousness at seeing if Gobber would really do Hookfang in. Hookfang just couldn't see past his pride to say when he was in bad pain which he clearly was. Gobber threw bolas at Hookfang; tying up his wings and feet, making the Nightmare try to blow fire but ran out.

"Ha! You're all out of fire!" Gobber taunted. He raised his sword, Hiccup coming to protest. "I can't let you do this!" Hiccup said forcefully but Gobber pulled his hand away.

"There's no choice, it has to be done." Gobber strode forward as Hookfang broke out of his bonds, roaring into their faces. But doing so revealed what was bothering him. Even Bing Bing could see, smirking a little. Why hadn't he seen it or smelt it before?

Hiccup backed off, Gobber jumping up and grabbing Hookfang's jaws, ripping the tooth out. Snotlout looked happy. "Oh, you didn't kill him!" Gobber showed the bad tooth. "Fer a toothache? What kind of lunatic are ya?"

Hookfang felt no more pain in his teeth, suddenly tackling Snotlout, tickling him and picking him up by his shirt, making everyone smile, watching.

"Stop, stop it!" Hissed Snotlout quietly. Hookfang put him down. "Ugh. Dunno where that came from. Can you train that out of him or…?" Hookfang just huffed, walking off, Bing Bong following.

"Hook, why didn't you just tell me about your bad tooth? We could've avoided all this trouble," Bing Bong said, tilted his head. Hookfang lowered his head. Now he was no longer in pain, he can talk better.

"You know me already, Bing Bong. I'm just too stubborn to tell anyone about any weakness or pain…" he rumbled sorrowfully. Bing Bong gave a small purr, nudging him.

"No need to keep so many secrets from your friends here. Next time just tell us so it can be resolved faster," he said cheerfully, like he usually was. Hookfang gave a small grin at this, happy he has friends.

….

A day later Gobber had been able to get a better job. Building weapons, yes, but mostly being a dentist for dragons.

When the world around you changes, the good men around the world change with it. And Gobber is one of those good men.

Bing Bong and Hiccup watched with happiness seeing Gobber enjoying his work; attending a Zippleback while singing.

"I've got my axe and I've got my mace! I love my wife with the ugly face! I'm a Viking through and through!"

Animal House will come sometime in February or March.