After about an hour or two passed, I had finally finished chopping all the wood from the tree down to useable firewood. After I finished chopping the last log down to size I threw it into the large pile that was on the blanket Fishlegs bought. I stretched my arms out and rubbed my hands together, trying to see if any splinters of the ax had gotten into my skin without me noticing and trying to get some of the feeling back into my palms. Fishlegs started moving the logs around so they were a little bit more organized. We have a different definition for "organized". For me, the logs are in a semi-straight pile so that none of them fall out while we are taking them back to Berk. For Fishlegs, organized means each log belongs in a certain order. Large logs on the bottom of the pile and small ones on top and the logs are as straight as Odin would allow them. It took him a while to get them the way we wanted them, but eventually he fixed all of them to his standards. After he had finished moving the last log to its place, he dusted off his hands on his shirt and turned towards me.

"Do you think this will be enough?"

"Should be." I replied "If not who says you can't come back later?"

"True." Fishlegs walked over to Meatlug and started trying to get her to hold onto the cloth. It failed every time. When Fishlegs tried to show her how to hold in her claw, she would walk over to try to pick up one end, but she would always end up walking over to where the log pile was and knock it over. Fishlegs and I would have to run after the logs and try to catch them before they rolled out of sight, or before they rolled into the river that was close by. In a way, it was actually kind of funny to watch Fishlegs try to teach Meatlug to hold the blanket in her palm. It was even funnier when we had to chase after the logs because when we would come back from retrieving them, Meatlug would be lying on the blanket, trying to take a nap. I mostly stayed by a tree when Fishlegs went back to trying to get Meatlug to hold onto the corners of the blanket, just in case she knocked the pile over again and I would have to chase after them if they came my way.

Fishlegs and Meatlug seem to have the best relationship, next to Hiccup and Toothless. Whenever I think about the possibility of having a dragon of my own, always wondered about what kind of relationship I would have with it. Would I have one like Fishlegs and Meatlug have, or one like Snotlout and Hookfang? What if I didn't even have a relationship with my dragon? What if the dragon didn't even like me and would try to kill me every chance-

"Enya?" Fishleg's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I started looking around.

"What?"

"Are you ready to go back?" Fishlegs asked "I finally got Meatlug to hold onto the blanket without dropping it." I nodded my head and walked over to Meatlug. Fishlegs climbed into his saddle and I took my spot behind him.

"Alright girl, you ready?" Fishlegs asked and Meatlug gave a cheerful roar back. She started to beat her wings and we slowly got off the ground. She flew over to the large blanket that held the pile of wood. She picked up the four corners that Fishlegs had placed on top of the pile and she slowly began to rise again. She staggered a little when she started to get the full weight of all the logs, but eventually she found all enough strength and he began flying back to the village.

"Good job Meatlug." Fishlegs said, smiling at his dragon and patting her on her side. Meatlug gave a roar in response. I simply stared up at the sky and watched the clouds fly by. Usually whenever I'm riding on a dragon, I imagine that I'm riding on a dragon of my own instead of someone else's. The species changes every time I daydream. Sometimes it's a Changewing, other times it may be a Skrill, a Scauldron, or something else. I always get a different dragon whenever I let my mind wonder. I always told myself that if I ever got the chance to have a dragon of my own, I would want a unique species, not one that I see flying around the village every day, like Nadders and Gonckles. I would want a dragon that if someone saw it flying somewhere, they would know it belongs to me, like dad's Thunderdrum. But then I would have to remind myself that there's a very low chance that my dad would allow me to have my own dragon. He has a two dragon limit. It was originally one, but that was before Thornado came along. I came close to having my own dragon when Hiccup found a baby Typhoomerang in the forest, but he had to give it back when we found the mother.

Though sometimes I debate with myself if I really do want a dragon of my own, or if I just want a dragon to say I have one. I don't even know how to care for a dragon. I would have to rely on Hiccup to teach me everything about owning a dragon, especially since all dragons have different requirements, but I prefer doing things my way and not-

"Enya?"

Fishlegs had interrupted my thoughts again and I looked up at him.

"What?" I asked in a dazed voice, almost like I was just waking up.

"You might want to see this." We had already arrived back on Berk and we were hovering over the docks. Fishlegs was pointing was pointing over to right of him where three figures stood, one which I could hear shouting at the top of their lungs. One was a tall and husky (which was unmistakably my dad, I could tell that by his yelling) and the other two were twin figures, both of them hunching over slightly. Ruffnut and Tuffnut. My dad was throwing his hands all over the place, something he only does when he's really angry.

"What have those two done this time?" I sighed. I asked Fishlegs if he could drop me off at the docks and he nodded his head. We flew over toward the edge of the piers and I slowly climbed down. When I jumped down onto the docks, Fishlegs flew off towards his house and I walked over to where my dad was yelling at the twins. I thought I was about to go deaf from how loud he was yelling. When the twins saw me, Ruffnut gave me a small smile and Tuff smirked at me, knowing that I was here to save them…again.

"I am this close to having you two thrown off this island!" my father continued to yell at them, unaware that they were barely even listening to him. "I have almost lost track of how many times you two-"

"Dad!" I shouted, trying to get his attention.

"Not now Enya." Stoick put his hand in front of my face, telling him to leave him be, and went back to yelling at the twins.

"Dad!" I yelled again.

"I'm busy Enya!"

"DAD!" I shouted as loud as I could. That got his attention.

"What?!" My dad turned around to face me. Normally, if I was any other Viking, I would have started running away as fast as my legs would allow me to go and cursing myself for angering the chief. But, just like my father, I'm unbelievably stubborn and won't leave until I get what I think I need to say out. "What do you want Enya? I'm busy."

"Why are you yelling at the twins?

Stoick pointed to his right. At first I didn't see anything except for Barf and Belch snapping at each other. But when I looked past them I got what my dad was hinting at. Behind them was a large pile of charred planks, some of them still smoking. I walked over beside Tuff and mouthed "Really?" Both of the twins just shrugged.

"That's the boat you were trying to repair this morning, wasn't it?" I asked.

"Yes, when your brother and I came back from getting the nails to hold all the wood together, these two had already gone and blown up all the planks we had collected!"

"Maybe if I had come with you, someone could have stayed to watch the boat." I thought to myself, but I kept it inside my head. "Dad, I know this is really bad, but you don't have to yell at them. Why can't you just give them a punishment and be on your way?"

"What punishment is there to give?!" my father yelled "I've given these two every single punishment I could think of in the past, none of them phase these two anymore!"

"How about not letting them ride Barf and Belch, having them find new planks for the boat, then have them build the boat themselves?" I suggested.

"No way!" Tuffnut yelled while his sister made a disgusted face. "We don't even know how to build a boat!"

"You might want to learn then." I said in a teasing voice and Tuff just glared at me.

After my dad finished thinking over what I suggested, he let out a sigh. "Alright, I suppose that's suitable. You two," he turned back to the twins. "starting tomorrow you two are to leave your dragon at your house for three days, no more riding. Also, you two are going to get some new material for the boat that you are going to build."

"Told you to start learning." I said, leaning towards Tuffnut a little bit and he gave me a light shove.

"And to make up for the fish Kingsley is going to lose, thanks to you, both of you will go out and catch some fish after you have finished building his boat. When Stoick finished, he walked off of the dock and over to Thornado. Ruffnut and Tuffnut both glared at me, though Ruff's was more intense. Hey, I never said I got them out of a punishment, I just said I got them out of having to do a harsh one.