Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train your Dragon or any of the spin off series. Only my OCs and my version of the tales.

Chapter 2: Viking for Hire

Everyone needs a place in the world. Some are born to theirs like… like my father, who takes his Chiefly duties very seriously. Some people discover theirs like my brother and I when we first found Toothless. And some people make a place for themselves likeGobber. The tribe's blacksmith and weapon maker extraordinaire, he made everything you needed to fight dragons on the home front. But then the world around them changes and the place they made is gone.

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The Viking teens were gathered at the Dragon Academy, testing their dragon knowledge. While Hiccup asked the questions, Astrid, Henna and Fishlegs were on one team and Snotlout, Ruffnut and Tuffnut were on the other team.

"Okay, each dragon has its own unique ability that gives it its special place in the world." Hiccup said looking down at a small book. "Which dragon makes the hottest welding torch?"

"Oh!" Astrid said raising her hand. "Deadly Nadder!"

"It's known to be the dragon with the hottest fire in the world." Henna added, "Hot enough to burn through metal."

"That's because its magnesium flame burns with the heat of the sun." Fishlegs explained.

"Correct!" Hiccup said, writing a tally marks on the board. "Two points to Team Astrid. Score is now one hundred and one to ten."

"And you started with ten." Astrid said as her team smirked at Snotlout and the twins.

"Oh, yeah?" Tuffnut glared slightly at them. "Well, the game's not over. Wait, what team am I on?"

"Next question." Hiccup said looking down at the book. "What is the shot limit of a Hideous Zippleback? Team Snotlout?"

Astrid leaned over to Henna and Fishlegs. "I don't think they can count that high." She whispered, making her and her teammates snicker.

"Oh really? Let's find out." Ruffnut decided. "Barf! Belch!"

Barf and Belch then fired six blasts of fire in Astrid, Henna and Fishlegs' direction, making them duck behind their barrels. Thankfully, the fire hit only the wall behind them and didn't veer off erratically.

"Looks like it's about three." Tuffnut said, holding up two fingers.

"See?" Ruffnut grinned. "Told you we could count that high."

"Actually, it's six, so you're half right." Hiccup corrected. "Five points."

"Yes! We're up to thirty!" Ruffnut cheered, high fiving Snotlout and her brother.

Astrid stood, "Alright, it's our turn. What happens when you shoot fire at the owner of a Deadly Nadder?" She asked and whistled. Stormfly stood up from behind them and shot spikes out, pinning the other team to the wall.

"No fair!" Tuffnut exclaimed. "She didn't give us time to answer."

"I've got a question." Snotlout said, glaring at Astrid as he got off the wall. "What happens if I send Hookfang at you?"

"Okay, guys, that's enough training." Hiccup decided closing his note book. "So, we did some really good work here today."

Snotlout then sat on top of Hookfang, who was asleep. "Prepare to face the Monstrous Nightmare!" He threatened, tapping Hookfang on the side of the head to wake him up. Unfortunately for Snotlout, Hookfang set himself on fire and made stout teen's pants also catch on fire. "AAH! THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK!" Snotlout yelled as he ran to the water trough and jumped into it, letting out a sigh of relief as the flames were extinguished. "Ah, sweet relief."

"Hookfang never flames up when you ride him." Hiccup said, walking over with Astrid and Henna. "Is he okay?"

"Maybe he just realized who his owner is." Astrid said with a smirk.

"You know, there's room in here for two." Snotlout offered.

Astrid just grabbed Snotlout head and dunked him into the water before storming off.

"When are you going to learn?" Henna snickered as Snotlout pulled himself out, "She's never going to be interested in you. Give it up."

"I like a Viking who plays hard to get."

"Your funeral."

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Back at the village Gobber standing behind a plain table with a huge cart of weapons at his side.

"Gather around! Come on, one and all!" Gobber called. Hiccup and Henna had just showed up in time to see Gobber attempting to sell his weapons.

"You may think these dragon-killing weapons have no more use. But think again!" Gobber said, as he pulled out a sword from behind him. "For instance, this long sword is now a lovely butter knife."

Gobber demonstrated, picking up a plate of toast and spreading the butter around with the blade. He looked down at the now-completely-decimated slice and added, "It's also great at making breadcrumbs!" His smiled, but then plate crumbled off his hook. He looked at the crowd, which just stood there staring at him. "Moving on!"

"Oh, this is a dark day." Mildew said standing next to them. "A great dragon-slayer, peddling his weapons as kitchen utensils."

"Up next." Gobber said, holding up a mace. "How about this, uh…" He trailed off as he looked around confusedly. He caught sight of a horsefly landing on his table; he brightened and finished, "This handy fly-swatter!"

He crashed the mace down on the table, crushing it to splinters. "Uh, also good at getting' rid of unwanted furniture!" He said as the fly buzzed away.

"Now, for the lady of the house." Gobber said, walking over to a huge, portable catapult. "When the hubby's off pillaging, how are you going to protect yourself from home invaders? No problem when you have big Bertha!"

He knocked affectionately on the catapult, which then flew a huge boulder at a distant house.

"That's gonna give the builders something to do." Henna shrugged.

But that point, the crowd had started to disperse. "Wait! There's more!" Gobber called desperately. "You haven't seen everything'! I haven't cleared out me dungeon yet!" Gobber then mourned to the catapult. "It's okay, Bertha. We'll find a place for you."

Henna walked over to him, "Why do you have to find a place for her?" He looked confused, "Come on, Gobber. Just because we're not fighting dragons anymore doesn't mean we're not still Vikings. We have to stay prepared for invaders. No one knows what's going to happen once others find out we're no longer killing the dragons and they might want to take advantage of that."

"But it's the Vikings here on Berk that's the problem." He groaned as started to load his cart back up.

"Oh, it's hard to watch." Mildew said sadly, as he stay back to watch the rest of the crowd leave, "Especially for you, eh, Hiccup? The feelings of guilt must be tearing at your insides. I mean, you put him out of business with your little peace pact with the dragons. You ruined his life. Bravo."

Mildew then left, leaving Hiccup alone looking at Henna trying to cheer up a sad Gobber, who was packing his stuff up.

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Later that night, Henna and Toothless were with Hiccup in his room, legs dangling over the edge as they looked out into the night sky.

"You know, Gobber made this for me." Hiccup said, pointing at his leg. "He taught me everything I needed to know to make Toothless's tail. We've got to find some way of helping them."

Suddenly, the door slammed downstairs. They walked downstairs to see their father sitting down on his chair exhausted and taking his helmet off.

"Tough day of Chiefing, dad?" Hiccup asked walking over to a large barrel of mead as Henna went to the back of the room and grabbed a block of ice.

"Ugh, I was all over the island." Stoick said groaning. "I married the Svensson girl to the Odegaard boy at dawn, then down to the fields where some kids were tipping over yaks, then back up to the newlyweds to settle a domestic dispute."

Hiccup then handed him a mug of mead. "I guess that honeymoon is over." He muttered before taking a deep drink. "Thank you." Whispered when Henna brought the ice over.

"Do we need to guess who the yak tippers were?"

He just groaned, "That's a no brainer." He groaned as he leaned back in his chair, "Sometimes I wish there were two of me."

"That… there… there are two of you!" Hiccup said dropping a log.

"Is that another crack about my weight?" Stoick said slamming his mug on the table.

"No, I mean Gobber. He can be the other you!" Hiccup explained.

"Gobber? Oh, he's way too busy making all those dragon-killing…" Stoick trailed off and started again, "Eh, well, used to be busy, until you… Which is great, except for Gobber."

"Exactly my point." Hiccup said.

Stoick then stood up and looked at Hiccup. "You know, that's actually not such a bad idea. I could use a right hand."

"Which works out great, 'cause that's of the only one he has." Hiccup said.

"I've got a bad feeling about this." Henna muttered, think about everything their father does and Gobber's personality. "Oh, boy."

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"Let me get this straight." Astrid threw the disc hard, but Henna caught it on the fly, "Stoick got Gobber to help him out with his Chiefing."

"Yep." The brunette agreed before sending the disc back, "Hiccup's idea."

"Like that never ends badly." The blonde stopped the game long enough to continue the recap, "So, Gobber names a baby girl Magnus and gave her a mace as a teething toy, gave weapons to Bucket and Mulch to settle an argument between the two and put slabs of iron over the holes in a ship."

"Which caused the ship to sink." The girls chuckled as the packed away their gear and got ready to head home for the night, "Dad's gonna be made."

"Glad I'm not going to be at your house tonight."

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Later that night Stoick sat down in front of the fire and placed two blocks of ice to his temples.

"Ouch." Henna flinched, "That bad, huh?"

"Here you go, dad." Hiccup said placing a mug of mead on the table. "Wow, a two-block headache. You know, dad, I think you're being a wee bit rough on Gobber. It was his first day, after all. Tomorrow will be way better."

"Oh, it will be for me." Stoick agreed. "Because it won't involve Gobber."

"What are you talking about?" Hiccup asked.

"I tried to fit a square peg in a round hole, and it ended up sinking a ship and naming a baby girl Magnus. Now, I'm not saying she didn't look like a Magnus, but try telling that to her parents." Stoick said taking a sip from his mug, nodded his head at the look Henna sent him, "Yes, that bad."

"I can't believe you let him go. Well, we've got to help him!" Hiccup said. Stoick held up a hand for quiet.

"We don't have to do anything. You, on the other hand, will be very busy finding a job for Gobber." Stoick said.

"Why do we have to find anything for Gobber?" Henna asked, "He's a blacksmith. We're Vikings. Just because we're not fighting dragons anymore doesn't mean we shouldn't keep ourselves armed. We have other enemies."

"Very true. However, an idle Viking is a dangerous Viking. You and Hiccup will find Gobber a back-up job for when he's not making weapons."

"The only other job Gobber has ever had was training young Vikings to kill dragons. How's that going to help us find him a job now?" She paused at the look at her brother's face, "Oh, I am so not going to like this."

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The next day the Viking teens were back at the Dragon Academy staring at Hiccup. "You're bringing Gobber here?" Fishlegs asked.

"He's going to be great. Nobody knows dragons like old Gobber." Hiccup said smiling. "He has spent a lifetime of, you know… studying them." Hiccup said, trying to find the right words. "If we can tap into that, we'll all be better dragon trainers." He leaned over and whispered in his sister's ear, "You did talk to him about not bringing the dragon killing devices, right?"

"I talked." She shrugged, "He ignored."

Suddenly, the gate burst open as Gobber entered the arena, dragging his weapon wagon with him. "I'm back!" He announced. "Did ya miss me?"

The dragons just responded by hissing and backing away slightly.

"First of all, uh, welcome." Hiccup started, as he walked with Gobber, sending his sister a look, "Uh, and second, uh, tiny question."

"Tiny?" Henna whispered, making Astrid laugh.

"Why, uh, did you bring your, you know…"

"Killing things?" Henna asked, sarcastically.

Gobber grabbed a large weapon that looked like a cross between a mace, an axe, a sword, and a spear. "I thought we could train them by threatening to kill them. That's how my daddy taught me to swim.

"That's what's wrong him." Henna joked, making her blonde companion choke back more laughter, "Among other things."

The dragon's eyes practically popped out of their heads as Gobber smashed a giant mace on the ground. "School's in session!" Gobber announced, just as all the dragons, except Toothless and Shimmer, fled the arena and flew into the sky. "Eh, I didn't like school either."

"Huh." Henna looked around, "I wonder if these two are immune to the fear since they were never held captive here."

Astrid just sighed, "Well, I'm sure you and Hiccup will enjoy exploring that more as the rest of go on a dragon hunt. Yea us."

"Have fun."

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Hiccup and Henna were alone in the arena with Toothless and Shimmer, sketching and go over the Dragon book, when the twins and Astrid came flying in on Stormfly, Barf and Belch.

"Ow!" They groaned, sliding off their dragons.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Hiccup asked, noticing how they were hunched over in pain.

"Yeah," Henna stood up next to him, "you guys didn't eat Gobber's Yak Noodle Soup again, did you?"

"No." Astrid growled, "We've been riding our dragons for four hours!" She complained, rubbing her back and neck. "It took forever to chase them down," She glared over at Stormfly, "after Gobber scared them away."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Hiccup apologized. "I just don't know what to do with him." He then turned to look at Ruffnut, who was literally kicking her brother's butt. "Do you guys always have to fight?"

"It's only fighting with them if Tuffnut gets hurt." Henna snickered.

"It's okay, I asked her to do that," Tuffnut said, as Ruffnut kicked him again. "I was trying to get the feeling back."

"You going to return the favor, or what?" Ruffnut asked as she bent over, so Tuffnut stood up and kicked her butt too.

Hiccup shrugged. "We've flown for hours on Toothless and Shimmer, and I've never had a problem." He muttered.

"That's because we have a saddles." Henna pointed out, "Hiccup gave me mine for Snoggletog. I'm thinking it needs some adjustments for better wave riding."

"I can work up some drawings for you." Hiccup said, absentmindedly as he thought. After a moment, he grinned as an idea came to him, "Saddles!"

Henna looked at him in horror as she realized where his mind went to, "Oh, no."

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"Saddles?" Gobber repeated. "I love it!"

Hiccup and Henna were at the forge with Gobber, explaining to him about how he could make saddles for the dragons instead. "I've got tons of ideas!" Gobber grinned, as he grabbed the sketches from siblings, before throwing them on the ground. "But not these. Goods ones."

"We're glad that you're excited." Hiccup said, as he picked up the sketches from the ground. "But Henna and I still think there is some things in our designs you could use."

"Things that would benefit those specific dragons and their rider." Henna said, trying to stress their point to blacksmith.

"After all, you did teach me everything you know." Hiccup added.

"Exactly!" Gobber said. "That's why you should let Gobber do what Gobber does best. I've been making saddles since the two of you were in diapers. In fact, I made your diapers."

"I know you know what you're doing, but keep in mind, every dragon is different." Hiccup reminded Gobber. "So you need to adjust the-"

"Hiccup."

"But I just think that-"

"Hiccup." Gobber turned and poke Hiccup in the chest, "I may have taught you everything you know. But I haven't taught you two everything I know."

The siblings left as Gobber turned back to his work, "I've got a really bad feeling about this." Henna shuddered, "This is not going to turn out well."

Later that evening, when Hiccup and Henna past the forge with their dragons, they heard Gobber singing.

"I've got me axe and I've got me mace,

And I love me wife with the ugly face,

I'm a Viking through and through!"

"You know, he doesn't sing that song unless he's actually very happy." Hiccup said looking over. "I think we did a good thing."

"Yeah, well, I'll believe that when I actually see it." Henna said crossing her arms. "This is the man who patched up a ship wish iron." She shook her head, "Nothing good is going to come out of this."

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The next day, the Viking teens were back at the arena.

"Okay, this is an exciting day for all of us." Hiccup started. "Gobber has been working hard to-"

"I think they might want to hear from the artist himself." Gobber interrupted, before facing the Viking teens. "I've made a lot of saddles in my day. Horse, donkey, and now dragon. But these saddles are special. They're like my children. That is, if you strap a child to a flaming reptile and rode it.

"I think it's a good thing he doesn't have any kids." Henna muttered, earning an elbow in the ribs by her brother, "What?"

"So without further ado…" Gobber continued, before pulling off a sheet to reveal several saddles.

"Whoa! Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Uh, wow, Gobber… this- this is certainly not what I imagined." Hiccup said.

"How could it be? I'm Gobber!" Gobber pointed out, before tapping his head. "No one knows what it's like to live in here."

Henna looked at one of the saddles. "But, is that…?"

"Yep. Flame thrower." Gobber finished, before he shot fire from the saddle. "Didn't see that one coming, did you?"

"Um, no. No, not... not for dragons. They come with on built in, actually." Hiccup said scratching his head, sharing a look with Astrid and Henna.

"I know." Gobber nodded. "But you can ever really have too much fire power."

They watched as the twins attached their saddles onto Barf and Belch's necks and loaded the catapults built on the saddles. When they launched the rocks, they ended up hitting Barf and Belch's heads, who then flopped on the ground.

"Seriously?" Henna gaped.

"Uh, catapults for the twins? Not such a good idea." Hiccup said.

"You can do it, girl. Think light." Fishlegs said as Meatlug tried to fly. The problem was that her new saddle had several heavy maces attached to it. She was only able to get about a foot in the air before dropping on the ground from all the weight.

"Oh, come on!" Gobber scoffed. "You can't tell me my saddle is heavier than Fishlegs!"

"My mom says I'm just husky." Fishlegs frowned.

"Sure." Henna shrugged, "Add more weight to the slowest dragon here." She looked over to see that Snotlout was trying to get his saddle on Hookfang, who roared before tossing the saddle away.

"Come on, Hookfang. What's wrong with you?" The stocky teen asked, trying to pet Hookfang, who turned away. "Okay, that's it. Someone's trading with me."

"Yeah, sure. I'll trade my perfect dragon for an angry oven." Tuffnut smirked.

Astrid and Stormfly then landed on the ground after testing her saddle. "This saddle is actually pretty good."

"Wait until you try out the horn." Gobber told Astrid.

"Horn?" Henna turned to Hiccup, "Why?"

Astrid, looking excited, blew the horn. It was so loud that it scared Stormfly, causing her cry out and shoot several spikes out, pinning Snotlout to the wall.

"Really?" Snotlout let out a tired sigh. "Again?"

"So anyway… I think we're really going to need to make a few-" Hiccup started.

"Changes! I'm way ahead of you." Gobber grinned, making Hiccup sigh. "I've got so many new ideas. It's getting crowded up here."

Henna turned to Hiccup as Gobber left, "Yeah, I'm not worried at all. You?"

"Oh, boy."

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Later in the evening, Hiccup and Henna were sweeping the arena from the mess Gobber had made earlier with the saddles. Hiccup looked down at Toothless, who was lying on the ground in the way, before snapping his fingers and pointing to the side. Toothless rolled his eyes and moved.

"By Odin," Stoick breathed, as he entered the arena. "This place looked better when we were killing dragons here."

"Yeah, we sort of got Gobbered." Hiccup explained.

"Oh, if only someone had warned you." Henna pretended to ponder for moment, "Oh, wait. I did."

"Well, you know Gobber. He means well. He just doesn't always do well." Stoick said as Hiccup and Henna continued to sweep. "So what are you going to do about him?"

"I'm going to clean up his messes and redo his work." Hiccup said.

"Look, Gobber's like family." Stoick started.

"Yeah, I know his is." Hiccup interrupted, facing his dad and dropping his broom. "That's why I can't say anything to him."

"No, son, that's why you have to." Stoick placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to Gobber."

"Why do I have to say something to him?" Hiccup complained. "You didn't! You just passed him off to me."

"Us." Henna interjected, "He passed him off to us."

"That's what the chief does. He delegates. Look, I gave you this academy because it's the best thing for Berk. Now you have to do what's best for this academy. And I'm sorry, kids, but what's best is very rarely what's easy," Stoick said, as they walked away. He then noticed Snotlout was asleep and still pinned to the wall from Stormfly's spikes. "What about him?"

"Leave him." Henna snorted.

"Yeah, he's going for a record." Hiccup agreed.

"Enough said." Stoick said.

"Don't worry Hiccup I'll come with you." Henna said.

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Later that night, Hiccup and Henna arrived outside the forge with their dragons by their side.

"Hey, you never know guys. Maybe Gobber finally looked at our plans and is actually making the saddles better." Hiccup said.

Henna scoffed, "You really think so?" As she finished say that, a small explosion came from inside the forge that ended up blowing out Hiccup's torch. "How about now?" She asked shaking her head.

"Gobber?" Hiccup called as they entered the forge, only to come face to face with Gobber pointing a crossbow in their direction. "Don't shoot!" He cried, holding his arms up in innocence as Henna ducked behind a fallen table.

"I would never shoot you, Hiccup." Gobber shook his head. "Unless I absolutely had to."

"Yeah, still, if you could please put the crossbow down, I know we'd feel better." Hiccup said, as Henna cautiously stood back up.

Gobber then put down the crossbow. "You know, about the weapons, maybe the catapults were a bit much for some of the dragons yesterday." Gobber started, walking over to the table. "So I've gone a different way. I've gotten rid of the two big ones-"

Hiccup smiled at his old mentor. "Gobber, that's great."

"Wait for it…" Henna warned.

"-and replace them with six little ones!" Gobber finished, holding up a small catapult for the saddle.

"Um, yeah..." Hiccup trailed, exchanging a glance with Henna, who nodded sadly at him. "Gobber, we need to talk. Uh, I think it might be time for you to take a little break."

"In case you haven't noticed, the only time a Viking takes a break is to die." Gobber pointed out.

"Maybe break is the wrong word." Henna said, "Um…" She trailed off, looking at her brother desperately.

"Right. Um, what I meant to say was that, I'm not sure things are working out."

"Well, get back to me when you're sure." Gobber told him.

"Okay, I'm sure," Hiccup decided, before taking a deep breath. "Gobber, I'm going to need to take you off the saddle project."

Gobber stopped his work and glanced down, before turning to the teens. "Are you two trying to get rid of me?" He asked. "Now I see why you had me put down the crossbow."

"It's just the saddles, Gobber." Henna explained. "We'll find you something else. Something that speaks to your specific skills."

"I don't need your pity." Gobber told them. "I've already lost an arm and a leg. I think I'll survive losing a job."

"We're really sorry, Gobber." Hiccup apologized, before he and Henna left the shack feeling depressed.

"Well, that was awful." Hiccup said as they walked away from the forge, "I don't know what could be worse than that."

"I think you just jinxed us." Henna sighed as the whole village started screaming and running away from explosive fire in the center of town.

"Sorry. I guess we're about to find out." Hiccup said.

Just then, Snotlout came running over to them and panting, "I never… thought… I'd say this… but Hiccup… Henna." He grabbed Hiccup by the shoulders and started shaking him before turning to see Hookfang going on a rampage in the village. "HELP!"

As Hookfang continued to blow fire everywhere, everyone ran around in a panic.

"Everyone, back away!" Stoick yelled. "The dragon is out of control, it's not safe here."

Hiccup, Henna, and Snotlout ran up towards Hookfang. "I don't know what happened." Snotlout cried. "I was just rubbing his head. He usually loves that! But this time, he went crazy." He explained with a small whimper at the end. "My dragon hates me."

The three of them arrived and found the other Viking teens at the scene with Stoick. "They do say a pet starts to take on the characteristics of it's owner." Fishlegs spoke up, eyeing Snotlout. "I think that's what's happening here."

"Hey!" Snotlout exclaimed, elbowing Fishlegs in the stomach.

"Oop." The Gronkle Rider groaned, "I rest my case."

Hiccup tilted his head a little, as he slowly inched towards Hookfang. "When was the last time he ate?"

"Not for days." Snotlout responded, while Hiccup picked up a fish.

"Please be careful." Henna warned.

"You hungry, boy?" Hiccup asked, holding out the fish for Hookfang before throwing it.

Hookfang caught the fish with his mouth and chewed on it, before spitting it out into Stoick's beard. "That's just gross." Henna shuddered."

"Oh, sorry, dad." Hiccup apologized.

"We've got to bring this dragon under control!" Stoick said throwing the fish out of his beard.

"Don't worry, I can do this." Hiccup insisted. "There you go. It's going to be okay." He said as he slowly reached out and touched Hookfang's jaw.

Instantly, Hookfang pulled back at roared down at Hiccup. "Hiccup, run!" Astrid called from the side.

"Way ahead of you!" Hiccup yelled back, just as Hookfang caught on fire. Shimmer leaped forward and spray the flaming dragon with as water as she could must. However, once she was out, he reignited with a loud roar.

Toothless growled and pounced on top of Hookfang and the two began to wrestle with each other. Once the two dragons were separated, Hookfang shot a fireball at a house, which immediately caught on fire.

"Toothless stop!" Hiccup ordered.

"I've seen enough, Hiccup." Stoick said placing a hand on Hiccup's shoulders. "I'm sorry. We tried it your way."

Henna looked on as her father walked towards the forge, "Oh. Not good."

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After awhile, Toothless and Hookfang had started circling around each other, while the teens stood around, trying to think of a solution.

"Come on, guys, hurry up, think. What haven't we tried?" Hiccup said. Hiccup then saw Snotlout looking behind them. "Snotlout, you have an idea?"

"Gobber!" Snotlout said pointing.

They all turned around and saw Gobber with his dragon-killing weapons. "Stand back." Gobber ordered. "I came here to do what I do best."

"He's here to kill my dragon." Snotlout realized sadly.

"No, he's not." Hiccup shook his head, trying to make Snotlout feel better.

"Uh, yeah his is." Tuffnut disagreed.

Ruffnut agreed with her brother. "You don't use that stuff to butter toast."

Tuffnut shrugged. "Well, I mean, we would, but you don't."

"Dad, you can't be serious." Hiccup insisted, walking up Stoick. "Hookfang is Snotlout's dragon!"

Gobber looked down at Hiccup. "I'm sorry, Hiccup, but sometimes you have to fall back on the old ways."

"But he's never acted like this before." Henna argued.

"She's right. Hookfang is a good dragon." Hiccup reasoned.

"Yeah, he's a good dragon!" Snotlout agreed, looking like he was about to cry.

"There's probably just something wrong with him." Hiccup said.

"There's definitely something wrong with him!" Snotlout said crying.

"We have to try and help him." Henna said.

"We can't just get rid of him because he's having a bad day." Hiccup said.

"A bad day for a dragon could be a disaster for us. That's not a risk I'm willing to take." Stoick decided and looked at Gobber. "Gobber!"

Gobber nodded with a determined look on his face as he walked forwards and swung his bolas, before throwing them at Hookfang. The bolas tied Hookfang's wings together and his feet, making the dragon roar. Hookfang tried to breathe fire, but he coughed out a tiny flame.

"Ha! You're all out!" Gobber grinned, drawing his sword and raising it.

Hiccup and Henna rushed over to Gobber and grabbed his arm. "I can't let you do this." He said.

"There has to be another way." Henna grunted, pulling from the back.

"There's no choice, it has to be done." Gobber said, yanking on his arm with the teens still attached to it.

Hookfang was able to set himself on fire and destroy the bolas, before getting in a defensive position and roaring in Gobber's face. "Do you see that?" Gobber asked noticing something in Hookfang's mouth.

"I do." Hiccup realized. The siblings shared a look and let go of the arm.

As Hookfang drew back, Gobber narrowed his eyes and placed his sword back on his belt. "Time to put this beast out of its misery."

"Hiccup. Henna. What are you two doing?" Astrid asked as she walked up to them, who held up their hands to stop her.

"It's okay. Gobber's got this." Henna yelled.

Tuffnut couldn't help but look away, and earned a punch in the arm from his sister, while Snotlout whimpered slightly. Gobber let out a yell before jumping onto Hookfang's snout, while Hookfang tried to shake him off. Eventually, Gobber was thrown onto the ground and grinned to himself once he sat up. Hookfang shook his head a little, before smiling in relief.

"You didn't kill him!" Snotlout grinned with happiness.

"For a toothache?" Gobber said, showing everyone the large tooth he pulled out, which was rotten and had a large brown hole. "What kind of a lunatic are you?"

"Told you there was something wrong with him." Henna said smiling.

Hookfang jumped over and landed in front of Snotlout, before pushing him to the ground and tickling him with his snout. "Stop it!" Snotlout laughed as Hookfang stopped, before he tried to act tough again. "I don't know where that came from. Can you train that out of him or...?" He trailed off, while Hookfang rolled his eyes at his owner.

Meanwhile, Hiccup and Henna walked over to Gobber. "Thanks, Gobber." Hiccup thanked. "A bad tooth, can't believe we didn't think of it!"

"That's because you're not Gobber!" Gobber pointed out. "I've forgotten more about dragons than most men will ever know! Anyway better go put the girls away.

Hiccup thought for a moment, before coming up with an idea. "Not so fast." He said and Gobber stopped and turned around.

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A couple of days later, hanging on top of the forge was a huge wooden dragon tooth. Inside the forge was Gobber, filing the teeth of a Zippleback and checking to make sure its teeth were healthy.

"I've got my axe, and I've got my mace, and a lovely wife with the ugly face!" Gobber sang happily, enjoying his job as a dragon dentist. "I'm a Viking through and through!"

When the world around you changes, a good man will find a way to change with it. And Gobber is one of those good men. In fact, he's one of the best.