It was a nice peaceful night, up until two villains with gigantic powers started to battle. The police were desperately trying to evacuate the area and were demanding backup.

"We got a fight between villain groups!" said a policeman as the two clashed with one another. "Two gigantic metahumans are tearing the place up, send heroes immediately!"

No sooner had he put in all that Ase appeared overhead in her hero costume. Her costume was light blue when she had turquoise gauntlets around who resists which looked like compressed springs. She was unleashing some kind of spiral energy from her feet, allowing her to fly over the battlefield.

"You do need to calm down," she said then unleashed a twin burst of spiral energy at the two villains.

She caught them completely by surprise and who attack not unlike off their feet. "Now why U2 fighting? Is it because you have the same powers? That's weird." She then turned ahead to Astrid and Heather, who are flying overhead. "Get ready! You're up!"

Heather was locating the bottom of the body in order to fly upwards, and Astrid was hitching a ride. Once they were directly over them, they separated in Astrid quickly created a war hammer.

"You guys need to take a rest," said Astrid as she flew towards one of them.

"And we're more than happy to help," said Heather as she immediately unleashed a powerful burst of wind bike and binding her to arms and rotating them.

The two attacks struck them with so much force that the two villains were knocked unconscious. Once the villains had been knocked out, the police moved in in order to detain them.

"Nice going you two," said Ase as she approached Astrid and Heather. "You guys did look nervous at all."

"I'm just glad we pulled it off," said Astrid as her war hammer disappeared.

"I was definitely calmer than I thought I'd be," Heather admitted.

"Ase would never have had recommended you if you can get the job done," said a woman wearing a scarlet red dress which resembled scales. She then turned her eyes to Ase. "And you have improved your attack timing, it's much better."

Her name was Scarlett Dragon, and she was currently the number nine hero in the world. Ase, in fact, actually worked for her Agency, and she was the one who recommended Astrid and Heather to her.

"Thank you so much for agreeing to take us," said Astrid and Heather gratefully.

"My pleasure," Scarlett smiled.

"Good thing, you couldn't work with the same heroes that you interned with," said Ase and looked at Scarlett. "Apparently, first-years can only go to Agencies that have good Work-Study track records, crazy, huh?"

"Students are not you've already proven to be valuable assets," Scarlett smiled. "We may even have a role for you in a new case that has come up."

"Really? What case?" Astrid asked.

"Nighteye, Skullcrusher's former sidekick has issued a request to team up," Scarlett explained.

Astrid blinked. "Nighteye Agency is where Hiccup is doing his Work-Study."

"What case does he want us to team up on?" Heather asked curiously.

"The investigation and takedown of the mafia group, Dragon Killer Clan. Given the Leagues possible involvement, it's a big job."

Grimmel was sitting in a plane waiting room as Krogan entered the room looking a little miffed as he removed his hood.

"You had me walking in circles underground 30 minutes, I'm not an ant," Kroagn growled. "All mafia strongholds like this?"

"We don't know who might be watching us all from where," said Grimmel as he sat there relaxed. "And not all of our guests have the best intentions, so we have a number of routes leading here. An underground reception room where we can be reasonably sure of our privacy."

Standing on the table next to Grimmel was the man in the small black suit. After doing his research, Krogan knew that his name was Mimic and he suspected that his small size had something to do with his power.

"You know why we survived so long?" Mimic asked as he counted a roll of dollars. "It's because of little details like that." Krogan huffed and sat down on the couch opposite them. "Anyway, down to business. Did you really mean what you said on the phone the other day? That you'll join us under the right conditions?"

"Don't start celebrating just yet," Krogan glared. "You guys want to capitalise on our reputation, and we want to grow our strength. Our needs seem to coincide for the moment."

"Get to the point," said Grimmel. "What is it that you want?"

"I do not appreciate disrespect, so mind your manners," Krogan warned. "Now we will not put ourselves under you, we will still be calling our own shots. Got it? Either it's a joint partnership or walk out of the door."

Grimmel did not seem surprised, in fact, it looked as if he was expecting this. "So those of the conditions?"

"One more thing, that grand plan you mentioned I want to know the details. It's a reasonable request, I need to decide whether it is worth lending you our name. You see…" He then started to reach into his jacket pocket.

Almost instantly, Chrono pulled out his pistol and into his head while Mimic jumped off the table and his small arm transformed into a giant, and it grasped his shoulder.

"Hands where I can see them," said Chrono. "Stop acting like you're in charge here."

"Yeah, who the hell do you think you are you little punk?" Mimic growled.

Krogan glared at them. "Who do you think you are? One of your disposable thugs against our Magna? The scales are barred from even and let us not forget Compresses' arm. We expect concessions in return for what we lost."

"Chrono… Mimic… stand down," Grimmel ordered. "He came all this way to make it offer, the least we can do is hear the guy out."

Chrono lowered his gun and mimicked arm returned back to normal, though that was Stuart for debate.

"By all means continue," said Grimmel.

"Like I said before your friends got jumpy, I want details," said Krogan and then pulled out a small red cartridge. "We can start this… it is part of the plan, right? A strange thing happened to Compress after he was shot with this, he was unable to use his power for a while. So I would like to know what this is and what you plan on doing with it. Tell me."

"We will break the natural order of things," said Grimmel. "They say that Drago ruled by sealing other people's powers. I've taken his methods and fine-tune it a little. I've already begun spreading my routes across this country. Little by little… piece by piece we're laying the groundwork for what's to come."

Ragnar and Dogsbeath were doing a night patrol with Asmund with a very large and chubby hero wearing a large yellow hoody. His name was Fat Gum, and he was head of the Agency they were doing with their Work Studies with.

"We got it is finally non-stop on the street these days," he said as he began eating a packet of large crisps. "Can't eat enough to keep up. Anyway, the Agencies around here have been looking for a close combat type, you two are just what the doctor ordered."

"I do have mid-range attacks as well," Ragnar reminded.

"I may have no mid-range attacks, but I promise to do my best," said Dogsbreath. "Fourth Kind doesn't even accept Work Studies student, so I really appreciate you taking me on."

"I appreciated as well," said Ragnar. "Best Jeanist is still recovering so is our condo to his Agency."

'If only Marcario had been around,' Asmund sighed.

Both Ragnar and Dogsbreath pleaded with him relentlessly to introduce to the person he was doing his Work Studies with.

"Man, your persistence was terrifying," he groaned.

"We're going to work on those delicate nerves of your Asmund, and then you will be worth your weight in gold," Fat Gum chuckled.

"Your expectations only drag me deeper into despair," Asmund groaned. "It's always been like this, I swear he only stuck me out to have someone to torment. I want to go home."

"Are sure you're really fit for your work?" Ragnar asked.

"He's only trying to encourage you, that is what mentors are supposed to do, right?" said Dogsbreath.

"Hey, Fat, come and eat in our place!" a cafe only yelled across the street.

"Tomorrow!" Fat Gum waved.

"I'm not like you or Marcario, positivity is not my strong suit," said Asmund.

"Hiccup and Fishlegs felt like that when I first met them," said Ragnar. "And I can never forget Agnar cringing in fear over every little thing. However, all of them just kept going despite their fears and insecurities."

"Yeah, sometimes I feel useless too," said Dogsbreath. "There's a huge gap between Ragnar and me, not to mention other members of my classmates and it's only getting wider. I'm doing my best to close that gap, so I can fight beside them."

"That right there is called positivity, first-year," said Asmund.

"They're fighting! Somebody help!" a voice yelled.

Fat Gum sighed. "At it again."

They turned and saw several guys running towards them.

"What are you going after them for?"

"Idiots think they can sell on my turf without permission!"

"Can't blame us for trying to make some cash, come on we've got it just like anyone else! Let's split up for now!"

"Right!"

They were just about to do that when something jumping right in front of them was Fat Gum, and they collided into him.

"Not so fast," he said and gave them a massive bear hug.

"It's Fat!"

They felt as if they were being absorbed by his fat body, so much so that they found it difficult to breathe. This was because his power allows him to absorb anything into his own fat, which was part of the reason why he was so overweight.

"Help I'm sinking!"

"Mr Fat has got a hug for you," Fat Gum smiled.

One of the crooks then suddenly compressed his body so much became like paper, and was able to slip out of his grasp.

"Damnit!" he yelled as he flew off.

"Lost one! Looks like he's got the same power as Edge," said Fat Gum.

The crook didn't get away for very long suddenly tentacles appeared out of nowhere wrapped around his body. It only took a few moments to realise that the tentacles had sprouted out of Asmund's fingers.

"Tentacles? Who is this freak!" he yelled.

"That was just cruel," said Asmund.

"The guy is a dirtbag loser, don't let it get to you!" Dogsbreath yelled.

"Just ignore him," said Ragnar.

Asmund then pulled him in towards and then suddenly here's right-hander transformed into a clam striking him across the face. The crook fell to the ground, the blow to the head almost rendered him unconscious.

"I don't understand," he groaned. "What are you?"

Certainly, the crowd thought so as they were crying out of Asmund's back were wings and his feet transformed into talon pinning him to the ground and.

"Clams are good for offence or defence, they're very handy," said Asmund. "I try to incorporate them into my diet every day."

Asmund's power was rather an unusual one, his body was able to take on the appearance of anything he ate. He got the tentacles from eating some squid, his weapon for eating clams and the wings and claws came from some fried chicken.

"Guess the wings were little overkill," said Asmund.

'That was amazing, though we weren't able to do anything,' said Dogsbreath.

"Was that okay?" Asmund asked.

"You don't need approval, besides you probably have great control over your powers," said Ragnar.

"Yes, Suneater has some serious talent," Fat Gum agreed as he handed the crooks to the police. "His mental game needs work, but he is as strong as a pro." He then turned towards the crowd. "Right?"

The crowd certainly seem to agree as they were cheering for Asmund.

"Good job, Suneater!"

"You're so amazing!"

"Love the wings, man!"

"He's so funny and cute too!"

Asmund was a little overwhelmed from all this praise.

Unbeknownst to anyone one of the crooks was amongst the crowd, and he had just witnessed the arrest.

'My boys need help, it's up to me,' he said, and he pulled out a gun.

Fat Gum then noticed him. "He's got a gun! Down!"

Then they have the sound of a gunshot and seconds later Asmund was shot. Dogsbreath then quickly turn towards the direction the bullet came from and saw the gunman.

"Now's your chance, man!" he yelled.

Dogsbreath quickly moved in in order to shield Asmund. "You okay?"

"Red Riot, he's about to shoot you!" Ragnar yelled.

"All of you get down now!" Fat Gum yelled as he rushed towards them.

The gunmen then fired at Dogsbreath and struck him in the head. Fortunately, thanks to Ragnar's warning was able to harden his head in time, and the bullet bounced off his skull.

The gunman backed away in shock. 'It bounced off?'

"That guy is mine," said Dogsbreath as he hardened his body.

"Defective piece of junk," the gunman growled at his gun.

"I figured that would hurt more," Asmund groaned.

"Suneater, you are right?" Ragnar asked.

The gunman then quickly ran off down towards an alleyway as quickly as he could. "Move! Get out of my way!"

"On it!" Dogsbreath yelled, chasing him down.

"Don't go long on your own!" Ragnar yelled.

"Wait, I'll use my tentacles," said Asmund as he raised his fingers and attempted to produce tentacles, but none appeared. 'Why isn't it working?'

"Get back here!" Dogsbreath roared.

"Don't go running up that is just asking for trouble!" Fat Gum yelled.

"I'll go back up," said Ragnar running after Dogsbreath.

"Wait!" Fat Gum yelled, but too late. He then turned towards Asmund. "You good, I'm going to go after them. Other heroes will be here soon, fill them in."

"I'm not hurt, but my powers will activate!" Asmund yelled in a panicked voice.

Fat Gum turned and stared. "Is Trapster the nearby or something?"

Meanwhile, Ragnar and Dogsbreath were still chasing after the gunman, who was pushing past anyone in his way.

"Leave me alone! Stop chasing me!" he yelled.

"I will if you stop running!" Dogsbreath as they sharply turn round the corner. "Come on, you should at least save your buddies, shouldn't you?"

"Don't give him any ideas," Ragnar groaned.

"That's what you're mad about?" the gunman yelled.

"That and you did shot someone in a public area, do you really expect is not the chasing after that?" Ragnar added.

"You're not much of a man, he decided to turn tail and run away like a coward," Dogsbreath growled.

The gunman then finally noticed that he was running down a dead end.

"You've reached a dead-end, which means you're ours!" Dogsbreath yelled.

"Get away from me!" the gunman yelled, and suddenly sharp blades shot out of his right forearm.

He swung them at Dogsbreath, but they just bounced off his hardened skin, and then he punched him hard in the face.

"Your gun failed to pierce his hardened skin you really think blades would work?" said Ragnar. "And if you think I'm using the same trick on me, don't bother."

"I suggest you come quietly or things will get a lot worse," said Dogsbreath.

The gunman then started to break down into tears.

"Wait, you're trying?" Dogsbreath stared.

"It's not fair; do you know what my power does? My blades are a whopping 10 centimetres long like a bunch of dinky box cutters. Of course, I want to save my bros, you jerk, but I'm scared! At least I was brave enough to shoot them."

"That's not exactly something to be proud of," said Ragnar shaking his head and looked at Dogsbreath. "I'm gonna start evacuating the civilians here, you got it from here?"

Dogsbreath nodded and bent down to the gunman. "If you're going to whine and cry about getting caught the new shouldn't be committing crimes in the first place." He then started lifting up. "Come on, up you go."

Ragnar looked to the civilians. "Nothing to see here people, we have is under control. He's just a simple gunman."

"I want to get stronger, I thought if I hung out with strong guys, I could get strong too," the gunman cried.

Dogsbreath shook his head. "Look I understand how you feel, but that's—"

"I should have stuck with my bros I would have a shot at real power," he said in a red container slipped out of his sleeve. "You don't understand anything, hero. Don't act like you do!"

Ragnar noticed the canister. "Red Riot, get back!"

The gunman then suddenly injected himself with the canister, and he roared in pain.

"Hold on, what did you give yourself?" Dogsbreath yelled. "Hey, are you okay?"

Ragnar then quickly outstretched his arm and grabbed Dogsbreath and then pulled back quickly. Seconds later, razor-sharp shot out from every part of his body and extended in all directions.

"What did he do?" Dogsbreath gaped as Ragnar pulled him to safety. "And where did all those blades come from?"

"I believe given himself a meta enhancement drug," said Ragnar as yet abuse his power throughout his entire body.

Meanwhile, at the crime scene, the police were taking the other criminals into custody, not knowing what was going inspiring in the alleyway.

"Thanks to you guys we were saved," said the policeman talking to Asmund. "These criminals are part of a gang selling illegal drugs around this area. We've been looking for a chance to nab them for a while."

Asmund rubbed his arm where he was struck by the bullet, even though there had been no pain. "That must be why my power is acting like this." He then looked at the drug dealers leader. "You shot me up with something."

"You think I'll spill for you, you chicken foot," he spat.

Asmund suddenly became extremely depressed.

"Anyway, leave the rest of us we'll handle it," said the policeman.

Asmund thought were focused on the others. 'Ragnar… Dogsbreath… Fat… I've got a bad feeling about this.'

Ragnar and Dogsbreath watching as the gunmen's powers went out of control, his blatant extended so far that they had punctured the nearby buildings in the alleyway. That was afraid with another pressure that he would be able to demolish them and who knows how many people were living in those buildings.

"It's like he suddenly powered up," said Dogsbreath.

"My father told me about drugs then are able to boost your power, but this is crazy," said Ragnar and looked at Dogsbreath. "We can't let him get out on a busy street, he could slaughter who knows how many people."

"Then we have to end this right here and now," said Dogsbreath.

Ragnar nodded in agreement in the civilians behind them. "All of you find someplace to take cover!"

The gunman then shot his blade up towards them, and Dogsbreath quickly graced himself as did Ragnar. Ragnar had created a wooden shield, but the blades were sharp enough to puncture right through it and through his body, but with his regenerative abilities that really do matter. Ragnar's concern was with Dogsbreath as the blade sliced through his skin.

'He's cutting me,' said Dogsbreath in shock. 'If his blades are sharper than my hardening, I can't get close, and that gets skewered before he could get anywhere close to him.'

"That's what you get for being cocky heroes!" the gunman smiled viciously. "You talk big about maleness, but my boy savoury age of you so-called good guys is going to crash down in flames. That means the world will belong to people like me who live in the shadows." He then retracted his blade as he laughed. "Oh man, I'm crazy strong right now. I think I may just take your advice and go bust up some heroes to save my friends."

Ragnar looked at Dogsbreath. "I told you not to give them ideas."

Dogsbreath looked at him awkwardly. "Yeah, sorry about that."

The gunman's blades then suddenly extended and headed straight towards them. As they did Dogsbreath starting to think back when they were trying to perfect their fighting techniques just before the licensing exam.

After a day of training, he was explaining his little dilemma to Snotlout, Ragnar, Tuffnut and Clueless.

"Skullcrusher advised me to become a bulldozer, but when it comes down to it I don't have any flashy moves like you guys do," he said they looked at him confused. "You all have cool mid to long-range attacks and amp up speed, right? Except for Clueless."

Clueless glared at him. "See if I ever charge your phone again!"

"I just don't have anything like that," Dogsbreath continued. "If I'm being honest with myself, I'm pretty mediocre, which means one day when your pros, I probably will be able to hold my own compared to you."

Ragnar looked at him. "I always figured you as the type who just charged in without thinking."

Dogsbreath turned on him. "I do to think, I just don't do very often."

"You think you can't keep up?" said Snotlout. "You must have forgotten what you told me during the cavalry battle and what Skullcrusher showed us in Washington, that just standing up means you are strong."

'Harder,' said Dogsbreath as he child everything he had into his hardening power. 'More… get stronger! Body and spirit, come on harden! Become a wall, a wall that is indescribably indestructible!'

He then quickly turned towards Ragnar. "Sprite, get behind me!"

Ragnar nodded and quickly jumped behind Dogsbreath as his entire body transformed into harden stone. When the blade struck Dogsbreath's skin, they shattered, and the impact was so powerful that the gunman nearly fell over.

'After the training I've done to improve my power, this is my power and its maximum!' Dogsbreath smiled.

As he moved his limbs, everyone could hear a nasty creaking sound coming from his joints as his stone skin straight against itself.

"What's that noise, it sounds like your whole body creaking," said the gunman.

Dogsbreath narrowed his eyes. 'I can only keep this up for 30 or 40 seconds at most, but during that time, I cannot be brought down.'

He then charged at the gunman with everything he had. "Here, I come!"

"I'll focus my blades on one spot and skewer you!" the gunman yelled and fired a rise of blades on his chest.

Dogsbreath quickly held his ground as he took the attack head-on. 'I have to protect Ragnar and the bystanders behind us. There's probably people need buildings too, I have to make sure that he keeps attacking me. Hardening is my power, instead of using tricks I have to bulldoze my way through and overwhelm him!'

He then charged in and broke for the blades and was soon directly in front of the gunman. He then slammed his fist into his chest as much force as possible not be the wind right out of him.

The bystanders just stared at Dogsbreath.

"He may just be a kid, but he's got guts, huh?"

"Totally amazing."

Dogsbreath's skin then returned back to normal. 'Just before my time ran out.'

The gunman then suddenly burst into tears once again. "Stay back!"

Dogsbreath sighed. 'And he's crying again, guess the drugs affect must warn off.'

The gunman backed away from him slowly. "I just wanted to get stronger, please let me go! I am not pain but a perfect weakly that wanted a taste of power."

"I can't do that, you shot Suneater," said Dogsbreath. "But I do get how you feel, not long ago I—"

"No one cares about your sob story wannabe," he said then suddenly blade shot out of his back propelling him right past Dogsbreath; clearly the drug had not worn off.

"Damnit, he tricked me!" Dogsbreath yelled.

"That's right, man you're so gullible," the gunman laughed. "See ya! No way you're catching me now!"

"Did you forget about little old me?" said Ragnar as he jumped in front of him.

"Sprite!" Dogsbreath stared.

Ragnar then took in a deep breath and then pulled out some sort of powder that landed in the gunman's face.

The gunman coughed. "What was that—"

Then suddenly he closed his eyes, collapsed onto the ground and then they could hear him snoring.

"Dude, what was that?" Dogsbreath stared.

Ragnar smiled. "Just some pollen I'm able to produce, I'm able to produce all different kinds of pollen the one you just only use was to put my foes to sleep."

"Why did you do that earlier?" Dogsbreath frowned.

"Because I can only use it in direct contact with my foe, it takes a lot of it to put them to sleep or anything else for that matter."

"Good work, you two," said Fat Gum and the two of them turned and found him making his way down the alley. He then looked at Dogsbreath. "When you're fighting a villain, they went by killing you, beating you to the ground or running away. But the only way we win is if we take them in without casualties. Remember this in the future Red Riot, the key is how fast you can make the villain lose the will to fight."

Dogsbreath nodded. 'Man if Ragnar weren't here he would have gotten away for sure. Need to learn to keep my guard down when the bad guy is down.'

Fat Gum looked at Ragnar. "Sprite, well done on to doing the criminal."

Ragnar looked the back of his head. "Yeah, I've learned not to keep my guard down even if they are restrained." He then looked at Dogsbreath. "Though none of this would have happened if it weren't for Red Riot."

"Indeed," said a bystander looking at Dogsbreath. "You were incredible back there."

"The way you kept his blades away from hurting us was insane."

"I've been watching heroes for a long time now, and most would be scared of a guy like that."

"You saved our lives."

Fat Gum chuckled. "Talk about making a big splash, that a better reception that I got from my debut. Solid work out there, both of you. The two of you will be amazing heroes someday, I'm sure of it."

"Thanks, sir," said Dogsbreath.

"We won't let you down," said Ragnar.

"What are your hero names?" one of the bystanders asked.

"Yeah, I want to know too."

"I'm Red Riot," said Dogsbreath.

"And you can call me Sprite," said Ragnar.

"Well, you can be sure that those aren't names I won't be forgetting."

"Red Riot and Sprite are the coolest!"

Dogsbreath just stood there shocked, and his thoughts turned to 2 girls that were terrified by a giant villain. He watched they're frozen in terror as the two girls were facing imminent death.

'Why did I help?'

Later that day, everyone gathered around discussing what just happened.

"The guy powered up, huh?" said Fat Gum rubbing his chin. "Power boosting drugs are banned in this state, he didn't last long so is probably a black-market version. The ones from other states last at least an hour."

"Wow, you know a lot about this," said Dogsbreath.

"Yeah, I used to work with cops to catch drugs smugglers back in the day."

A policeman then ran towards them. "Fat! I've got some info about that gun the guy had." He then pulled out a plastic bag with the remnants of the gun. "It got smashed up on all the chaos, but it definitely wasn't the normal weapon. I'll keep investigating and see what else I can find."

"Interesting, thanks for letting me know."

Ragnar looked at Asmund. "So how are you holding up?"

"Awful," he said, covering his face with his hood.

"Taking your power like that, that's a total nightmare for a hero," said Dogsbreath.

"And a dream for villains," Ragnar added. "You think you're able to block a second shot, who knows what would've happened."

Asmund nodded. "You protected me back there just like Marcario. Both of you shine so brightly like the sun."

"You're the same way, the adverse would be here you haven't gotten us this Work-Study," Dogsbreath pointed out.

Asmund sighed. "There you go again with so much positivity."

"We'll stop by the Agency and had to be a hospital so that Suneater and Red Riot can get checked out," said Fat Gum. "Sprite, I'm gonna need your help with a little research."

"Okay," said Asmund.

"Yes, sir," said Dogsbreath enthusiastically.

Ragnar looked at Fat Gum. "Sir, whatever this new drug is can only imagine the chaos cause of it produced."

'He's right, I've heard of power-boosting drugs before, they were originally made to help people with weak powers. But ones that can completely stop someone from using their abilities, now that's bad news. This could be a super-sized problem.'

The next day both Ragnar and Dogsbreath arrived back at Berk along with Astrid and Heather. The moment they got into their classroom, everyone was looking at their phones at the posts of their exploits last night.

"Holy crap, Dogsbreath," said Clueless showing Dogsbreath the post. "Look at this, both you and Ragnar's hero names are all over the news sites today! It's frigging crazy! 'Newcomer Sidekicks Red Riot and Sprite Burst onto the Scene!' They rescued innocent civilians and thought on their very first patrol!"

Snotlout was looking deeply annoyed, which is pretty much evident to everyone.

"They're not the only one," said Ruffnut showing opposed of Astrid and Heather. "Look checkout Astrid and Heather 'New Sidekicks at Scarlett Dragon Agency', 'Two therefore work-study!' That so cool!"

"Wow," said Astrid taking the phone. "I can't believe this is real."

"When did they even snap at that picture?" said Heather looking slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, hey, you know what?" said Ruffnut. "You might even have your own fan club right now!"

"I'm so jealous," said Helga.

"And check this," said Ingrid looking at her phone. "'What heroes in training, they're cute, they're efficient, but even more importantly they managed to get the job done.'"

"Still you guys need to continue hitting those books if you want to continue Work Studies," said Speedfist.

"Yeah, didn't you say that you been having trouble with your assignments slightly?" Clueless asked.

"The teachers said they would set up some extra lessons for me," said Dogsbreath.

"Yeah, we'll be taking them in the evening just to catch up with you guys," said Hiccup.

He then just stood there thinking about everything that happened over the past few days, bumping into Ariel, Nighteye thinking that he's not good enough and the tension between his father and Nighteye. However, the memory of Ariel was eating away at more than anything else.