A/N: ArtyRave27- ¡Hiccup cortó la aleta, afortunadamente Toothless lo perdona! Todos podemos usar traductores.

Pony1997- It was the fin. Hey! He can't see what he is doing this time! Yes, the forbidden friendship scene is going to be the hardest to write in this AU.

Kraehenhexe- Thanks! Though, you can't forget what you never knew.

How to Get Ignored By One's Peers

After dragon training, Which doesn't make sense since the goal is to train the next generation of Vikings, not dragons. It makes more sense to call it Viking training… Where am I? Oh ya! After Dragon training I carefully made my way to the last place I heard the night fury. Once there, I felt the ground for remains of the bola. Finding it, I asked it a question, "So… why didn't you kill me?"

Just then a earsplitting screech and crash came from my far left. Curious, I followed the sound and almost walked of a cliff. Well, I was right about rememorizing the area. Crouching, I was trying to gage how far a jump it is when a sudden whoosh of air followed by a smooth dry paw that is slightly warm pushing me further back. And then just like that it disappeared. Shocked I moved closer to the edge gazing down ward listening carefully. My ears were greeted by the what sounded like a curious warble. Oh! I bet Night Furies are natural curious creatures!

Just then a loud boom came from overhead. That wasn't good. Actually it does smell thickly like rain… I probably should head back before it starts…

I got lost. I never been in these parts of the woods before, so it was easy for me to get a little turned around. By the time I reached The Great Hall it was pouring cats and dogs. Quickly, I slipped inside just in time to hear Gobber ask, "Where did Hiccup go wrong?"

Great, getting critique by the ones that bully me all the time. This is going to be fun, said no one. Ruffnut spoke up first, "He showed up." Tuffnut spoke next, "He didn't get eaten."

"He's never where he should be." Astrid finished. Okay might be safer to eat at the table where there is no noise.

I sat at a different table than the teens as Gobber spoke up, "Thank you Astrid." Ah come on! Gobber, you're supposed to be on my side! A loud thud came from the teens table, I hope Snotlout fainted. "You need to live and breathe this stuff. The dragon manual. Everything we know about every dragon we know of." Boo, he didn't faint. Stupid book.

Gobber next spoke was fainter as if he was leaving the Hall, "No attacks tonight. Study up." The door opened and closed signaling that Gobber really was just leaving.

Tuffnut spoke up, "Wait, you mean read?" Ruffnut finished for him, "While we're still alive?" I wonder if that is a twin thing?

Snotlout's alive! "Why read words when you can just kill the stuff the words tell you stuff about?"

Fishlegs decided to let his presence be known, "Oh! I've read it like, seven times. There's this water dragon that sprays boiling water…" Why is Fishlegs friends with them? Tuffnut interrupts Fishlegs, "Yea, that sounds great. There was a chance I was going to read that…" Ruffnut once again finishes Tuffnut's sentence, "but now…"

Snotlout's voice, "You guys go read while I kill stuff." I listened to the others leaving before making my way to Astrid.

I gulped, "Hey, Astrid? Can you…" Astrid interupted me bluntly, "Read it." I immediately started to scramble for my words, "Wait! I can't read! You have to he.." And the door slammed shut behind her. Okay… That went terrible.

So, I can't read and the only thing that might be able to answer my questions is a book. Now, let me think. What do I know about Night Furies so far? Well, Dad once said that they are the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Unlike what Gobber says, Night Furies don't go for the kill. They also don't like it if you cut something off their tail. By what I can remember from how it felt, I think it is some kind of fin, so they have fins on their tails. I wonder how many. Hmm, I probably should figure out what classification they would be. Now there is the Strike class, Fear Class, and Mystery Class. Mmm, they never miss so strike class makes sense… but their name alone strikes fear into the hearts of Vikings… yet they also are surrounded by mystery…

"Even' Hiccup!" a friendly high pitched voice sounded behind me. Startled I turned towards the owner.

"Oh, hey Bucket. I was just thinking about the Night Fury and what little we know about them." I greeted my only friend other than Gobber.

Bucket spoke in his always happy voice, "Makes sense, their a mysterious breed indeed! I see you have the dragon manual there, would you like me to read it to you?"

This is why I like Bucket. After his accident that made him temporally blind, he never forgets my own blindness. I smiled at him, "Thanks Bucket, can you read the page on night furies?"

"Sure thing, Let me see here," I listened to the scrapping of the bench as Bucket pulled it out to sit down, followed by the gentle rustling of paper, "Here we are! Night Fury, speed unknown, size unknown. The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Never engage this dragon. Your only chance, hide and pray it doesn't find you."

I jumped slightly when it occurred to me that Bucket was done reading. "That can't be it, is it?" I asked him.

Bucket sighed, "Sadly, no one has been able to collect any information on these magnificent creatures."

I frowned, "What about what it looks like? How many fins does the tail have?"

Bucket spoke up, "Don't know, there isn't a picture and I never seen one meself. How do you know about the fins on the tail?"

I shrugged, "Cut one off a downed Night Fury the other day. Think its still in the forest, to the right of the hidden cove of Raven's Point."

Bucket was silent for a couple of minutes before speaking again, "Come on 'Iccup, let's get ya home while the rain isn't pouring so hard."

I quickly agreed and followed Bucket's heavy footsteps outside. Mm, so the book of dragons doesn't have anything on night furies? I wonder if Gobber as a Night Fury pamphlet or something? I mean, a blind teenager can't possibly know more about a dragon than all of Berk, right?