Henrik awake before the sunrose as he usually did, he laid there holding Emma in his arms while she continued to sleep peacefully. Henrik suspected today was going to be a long day given that he had to start teaching these Vikings about peace with dragons, he didn't trust them. Not a single one of them for that matter. Henrik knew his father's dying wishes were to see Henrik complete his work of bringing the world peace between the two species, and for Henrik to find where he came from. All Henrik knew was that he had been taken as a baby by Cloud Jumper from a village when he was in danger of burning to death, Henrik knew that Reynir was his adoptive father, but also it was the only one he know. There were no clues to where he came from, and it had to be a guess by Henrik that Henrik wasn't in fact his real name. He didn't care so much about that. Reynir raised him under the name Henrik so until further notice when and if he discovered who he really was, he was staying Henrik Andarsen.

"Good morning, young master," greeted Stingwhip as he lifted his head now.

"Morning, Stingwhip. I trust you slept well?" Henrik asked him, the dragon gave an affirmative nod as Henrik saw Toothless and Windstrike beginning to awaken as well. "Hello you two," he smiled.

"Hey. So today you have to start teaching those killers about peace with us?" Windstrike retorted.

Henrik sighed, "Don't be that way, there are some willing to change, Windstrike."

"I don't care. Humans like these are the kind who took my rider from me. Took your wife from you, and Emma's mother from her. I don't trust them," Windstrike snorted at him.

"I do not need the reminder of what Drago did to Selby, Windstrike. Believe me, the pain is still fresh from that day. I did not have a choice after being shot down and Toothless losing his tail fin. We're too far from the nest, which we don't even know if it's safe yet, also you and Stingwhip cannot carry Toothless that distance. The safest option was to make a deal that allowed us to stay in one place that has the materials I need to craft something for Toothless to be able to fly again. Teaching them will not be difficult and as soon as Cloud Jumper comes, we can leave." Henrik explained.

"I refuse to trust them and I will not be taking part in any of it," Windstrike remarked as she headed off to get something to eat.

"I'll talk to her, Henrik," Stingwhip sighed.

"No, it's alright. Leave her be for now. I won't make her take part, I just wish she'd understand I'm no more happy about this than she is. At least we have a place to stay," Henrik replied as he left Emma to continue sleeping as he got up and stretching. "Keep an eye on her?" Stingwhip nodded as Henrik headed into the forest to relieve himself, he returned about three minutes later to find the people he met last night standing there, including the chief and chieftess. Toothless and Stingwhip were growling to keep them away from Emma.

"Easy boys, it's alright," Henrik told them as he rubbed both their heads and stopped growling and unwrapped their wings to reveal a cowering Emma, Henrik picked her up in his arms and nuzzled his nose to hers. "Stingwhip, go help Windstrike?" the dragon nodded and sped off towards the water.

"Papa! I was so scared when I woke up and you were gone..." she hugged him tightly.

"I was only in the forest baby girl, I didn't think you'd wake up so soon." Henrik smiled hugging her back. "Hungry?" he asked, she nodded her head quickly. "Lucky for you, breakfast just got here," he said as Windstrike and Stingwhip returned with a small net of fish and dropped it near Toothless. The three dragons separated it all and pushed six towards Henrik and Emma.

"You could have eaten in the hall with the rest of the village, Henrik," Hilda remarked.

"Well, I'm not part of the village so we'll take care of us as we always have," Henrik said.

"How are you going to eat it without a fire or stick to cook with?" Snotlout asked.

Henrik sighed with a hand to his head, "So much to teach, so little time..." he stated before snapping his fingers and Toothless and Windstrike shot a combined blast at the pile of fish, cooking them instantly. Henrik grabbed two sticks from the forest edge, pulled out the dagger resting in a small sheathe on his right arm and sharpened both to a point before grabbing one and putting it on to hand to Emma, then he did the same for his own.

"Huh, pretty handy aren't you?" Ruffnut stated.

"I consider myself to be one, yes." Henrik took a bite of the fish now.

"So, peace teachings after breakfast then?" Stoick asked, Henrik nodded. "We'll see you then," with that the group walked off as Henrik muttered something about already having a headache. He ignored it continued eating, it was going to be a long day for sure and he hoped that at some point he could get to the forge and work on a few idea he had for how to get Toothless back in the air.

(After Breakfast)

Henrik had taken Emma in the forest so she could use the bathroom before the teaching started after they finished their fish, when they returned the Hooligans had come out of the Great Hall and were waiting for him. Big group he had to work with but thankfully they didn't have to do everything in one day either. Today he needed to see how much they knew about dragons since they didn't know what Windstrike and Stingwhip were, it wasn't looking so promising that they knew much.

Windstrike snorted at the Hooligans and growled a bit, "Will you knock it off already?" Henrik sighed.

"Not staying," Windstrike told him.

"Well don't stay then, I'm not gonna listen to you whine and gripe about the situation. Emma and I are fine here with Toothless and Stingwhip. Why don't you head back to the nest and check on things there, maybe Icefire could use some help." Henrik replied to her. Windstrike gave a head nod to him before licking his cheek and Emma's, then she shot into the sky headed Northeast.

"I feel like that dragon doesn't like us very much," Valka said.

"She doesn't. She hates every human around except my Dad, Emma, Emma's Mom, and myself." Henrik stated.

"Oh," the others replied. "Any particular reason why?" Stoick asked.

"Windstrike's rider was killed by a madman last year, she's hated outsiders since. She doesn't trust you'll keep your word about not harming dragons and doesn't want to be here," Henrik explained.

"Is that why you sent her home?" Hilda asked.

"Yeah. She's...Emma's protector aside from Stingwhip. I have a protector too, but he's busy defending the nest. It's fine, though, I have Toothless." Henrik informed.

"What's your dragon protector's name?" Tuffnut asked.

"Cloud Jumper, he was my father's dragon. Anyway, enough about my life...let's get to work. I thought we might start with how much you know about dragons. Can't have peace if you don't know who you're sharing with, yes?" Henrik replied.

"We have a book filled with dragon knowledge," Fishlegs interjected.

"Then how come you didn't know that this dragon was a Triple Stryke? Or that Windstrike was a Razorwhip?" Henrik asked now as the young man shut his mouth. "I thought so. Come, sit on the grass." he invited them, feeling they didn't have much choice they all sat down on the grass around Henrik. "So, what types of dragons do you know of?"

"Deadly Nadders, Monstrous Nightmares, Hideous Zipplebacks, Gronckles..." Valka started now.

"Whispering Deaths, Scauldrons, Timberjacks, Skrills," Spitelout added on.

"Thunderdrums, Terrible Terrors," Astrid chimed in.

"Night Furies," Hilda added.

"Okay, wow. I really thought Vikings who have been enemies with dragons for three hundred years would know more than eleven types of dragons." Henrik stated with a hand to his head in disbelief.

"Well so sorry, dragon master." Snotlout retorted.

"Don't be mean to my papa just cuz you don't leave your island and explore like we do," Emma stuck her tongue out at him.

"She's right, Snotlout. They live among dragons and outside of the Archipelago at that. Perhaps there are different kinds out there," Gobber smacked the young male upside the back of the head, "Now hush,"

"That's actually correct. There are a ton more species of dragons out there, most don't travel within the Archipelago because they are staying clear of Red Death." Henrik explained.

"I'm sorry, Red what now?" Hilda blinked.

"You don't know the source behind your own raids? Okay, I actually might have to be here for a while. Red Death is a massive dragon who can emit a homing signal to control dragons under it to do as it says. Red Death is a dragon that lives in the corona of a volcano. That thing has it's own nest and most of the dragons in the Archipelago are under it's control, forced to serve it like...bees to their queen in a beehive. Their behavior as you see it during raids is because of Red Death, that is not their true nature. This is," Henrik explained showing Stingwhip and Toothless.

"Well, we have to go kill that dragon then!" Stoick stated quickly.

"Pfft, fat chance of you putting a dent in that thing. Your weapons won't even break its skin, trust me. I tried, and I can't get close with my dragons or it'll take control of them too." Henrik told him.

"With enough of us, we could take it on. It can't be that massive..." Sharpnut remarked.

"You think so? Have you ever had to face off against a four hundred foot long, ninety-nine-foot tall dragon that has three pairs of eyes, vacuum like mouth, and clubbed tail. Oh, and the five hundred and fifty-foot wingspan?" Henrik asked, their eyes widened. "I didn't think so. There are ways to overcome Red Death's control on them, one of the ways being is to remove them from its signal range. The dragons won't disobey it because it'll kill them if they betray or don't bring back enough food. They aren't raiding you to hurt you, it's so they can survive,"

"That just makes it so much better," Snotlout scoffed.

"Oh my Gods, will you please shut up? We wouldn't even know this much about the situation without Henrik telling us, the least you could do is not be so insufferable," Astrid groaned. "Sorry about him, please, continue?"

"Right. Moving on, don't worry about Red Death. I'll deal with it when I get access to my nest again. I think I got something that can beat it. So next, dragon classes. What do you know of those?" Henrik inquired.

"There are a few of them. Um...Fear, Strike, Mystery," Gobber started.

"Strike, Tracker, Boulder, Stoker, Mystery, Tidal, Sharp," Emma stated while playing with her stuffed animal.

"In my nest, I eliminated Fear class since well, we don't fear them," Henrik said when they looked at Emma a little surprised. How did a three-year-old know them all? How did she even remember? "Good job, baby girl. Why don't you give them an example of each class of dragon?"

"Night Fury is Strike, Nadder is Tracker, Gronckle is Boulder. Nightmare is Stoker, Mystery is Zippleback, Thunderdrum is Tidal, and Razorwhip is Sharp." Emma replied with a wide smile.

"Well, I'm impressed." Bearlegs laughed a little.

"Stingwhip is a Strike class too!" Emma added.

"Is he really?" Valka inquired, Henrik nodded to her affirmatively.

"Yes. The Triple Stryke is also a Strike class dragon. So is the Skrill, Threadtail, Wooly Howl, and Snow Wraith." Henrik informed.

"Interesting, so what other types of dragons are out there?" Ruffnut asked.

"Depends on the type of class you want to know from," Henrik responded.

"How about...Tracker? Oh, and Sharp?" Astrid inquired.

"Well, from there you have Nadder, Thunderclaw, Mudraker, Windgnasher, Snifflehunch, and Rumblehorn." Henrik told her first, "Sharp class has Razorwhip, Speed Stinger, Stormcutter, Raincutter, Scuttleclaw, Hackatoo, Shivertooth, Windstriker, Thornridge, Prickleboggle, Devilish Dervish, and Egg Biter."

"How about Stoker?" Tuffnut questioned.

"Let's see...Nightmare, Singetail, Fireworm, Hobblegrunt, Night Terror, Terrible Terror, Typhoomerang, Moldruffle, Silver Phantom, oh, and even Red Death." Henrik smiled a bit.

"What from Boulder?" Gobber asked curiously.

"Gronckle, Hotburple, Catastrophic Quaken, Groncicle, Snafflefang, Grapple Grounder, Eruptodon, Shovelhelm, Whispering Death, and Screaming Death," Henrik answered.

"Tidal?" Valka smiled.

"Scauldron, Thunderdrum, Seashocker, Silquifier, Purple Death, Shockjaw, Submaripper, Windwalker, Sand Wraith, Tide Glider, Bewilderbeast," Emma said this time.

"Mystery?" Hilda inquired as she became more curious about it.

"Armorwing, Zippleback, Death Song, Cavern Crasher, Flightmare, Changewing, Buffalord, Snaptrapper Gobsucker, Slithersong, Sweet Death, Forevermore, Sword Stealer, Boneknapper, and Smothering Smokebreath," Henrik stated calmly.

"HAH! I was right, the Boneknapper does exist! I told ya, Stoick!" Gobber cheered as Stoick sighed heavily.

"Okay, it's official. He's awesome," Ruffnut and Tuffnut said together.

"You really do get around," Astrid smiled. Emma got up and moved to Toothless's saddlebag where she pulled out a leather covered book and set it on the ground, starting to open it up and unfold all the pages revealing a very large map.

"And I mark every place I go," Henrik replied as Emma got him a pencil and he traced his finger from his nest down Southwest to all the places he passed until he landed on and island that looked like Berk from above, "And now, I can add your island to it. You're right here on my map," he pointed to it as he drew a few small houses, trees, and even the Great Hall before labeling it Berk then kneeling back.

"That's huge. You did all this yourself?" Hilda asked with wide eyes.

"Well, Dad began it with Cloud Jumper and then I continued it with him when I was twelve after I learned how to fly Toothless at eleven. I know all the island locations, just not what they are called." Henrik shrugged a bit.

"Well, maybe we can help with that. All these islands Southeast of Berk are Viking-inhabited, so are these two in the Southwest direction." Valka told him.

"Aye, don't forget East of us and Northwest have Vikings too, Valka." Spitelout reminded.

"That's true. We could tell you which Tribes are there," Gobber mentioned.

"Could you please? I've been trying to finish this since before Emma was born," Henrik chuckled a bit.

"Sure can. This one East of us is called Peaceable County, home of the Peacekeeper Tribe. Oh and these two up here are Murderous Mountains, home of the Murderus Tribe, the one right below it is Visithug Isle, home of the Visithug Tribe." Hilda pointed out. Henrik labeled them quickly.

"Southwest of us is Hysteria Island, home of the Hysterics Tribe. Below that is Bog Isle, the residence of the Bog Burglar Tribe." Valka said to him pointing to each.

"And everything else is Southeast of us. You have...Meathead Isle, home of Meathead Tribe. Then Outcast Island, home of the Outcasts. This one here is Berserk Isle, home of the Berserker Tribe. And if I were you, I'd stay clear of Berserk and Murderous Mountains. Their ruthless killers and won't even consider listening to reason," Gobber warned.

"I will bear that in mind. Thanks," Henrik nodded his head.

"So...where is your home?" Astrid inquired looking at the map.

"Papa, the dragons, and I live way up here in the nest." Emma giggled pointing to an island that sat on the map in the Northeast direction of Berk.

"How long is that trip?" Stoick asked.

"Well, flying is faster than sailing so...about a day or two depending on the weather. Sailing wise, not sure. Never sailed. I've flown everywhere since I was like three according to Dad when he used to take me on Cloud Jumper," Henrik said.

"You mentioned before that...your dragons behind you, that is their true nature?" Valka asked.

"Yes. Calm as can be and incredibly playful when they want to be. The only time I see them act viciously is if the feel threatened or need to protect, as you saw before when you got too close to Emma and they shielded her as protection." Henrik responded.

"And...all dragons are capable of this behavior?" Stoick asked.

"Yes. If you understand them and mean no harm then all dragons can become this docile. Toothless here, he's my best friend. He's an ally, a partner, protector, fighter...I trust him with my life." Henrik smiled as Toothless warbled at him and Henrik rubbed the top of his head.

"Can you teach us this, Henrik? How to understand them and stop the fighting?" Astrid asked him with a wide smile.

"I'll do what is agreed upon in the contract. However, I can only show you so much. Unfortunately, while the dragons are under Red Death's control, peace might not be able to obtain. My dragons are distanced from it, not affected by her demands. You say you've had raids since Vikings first sailed here then it's possible Red Death has had them under its control for a long time. Breaking through such won't be easy and it will take some time." Henrik explained firmly.

"That makes no sense. How can you claim to show us peace if you cannot even guarantee it's possible to obtain right now because of that controlling dragon or whatever," Snotlout got up angrily, on reflex of feeling Henrik was in trouble. Toothless and Stingwhip got up and began to snarl at the male, Stingwhip even braided his tails together with a snap and ready to strike.

"Papa didn't say it wasn't possible you big meany. He said it would take time to get the dragons free of the big one's control..." Emma retorted with her hands on her hips and glaring at him.

"Snotlout, sit down and be quiet!" Spitelout yelled at his son.

Henrik stood up now and put his hands forward to Stingwhip and Toothless, "Easy you two, it's alright. Some just don't understand. I know he's annoying, but remember that if he hurts me...he breaks the contract and then you can attack him." he said softly in Dragonese. Both dragons pressed their hands to his palms and relaxed some before sitting back down and keeping their eyes on him. "Like I said, protective," he told the others now.

"Clearly," Snotlout mumbled, Gobber and Spitelout whacked him upside the head now.

"We understand it won't be easy, but we're willing to learn. Show us what we have to do, and we'll help all we can with the Red Death and breaking the control it has on the dragons." Valka asked him.

"You let me worry about Red Death, but I will show you everything else. Come." he invited.

"Um, where to?" Tuffnut asked.

"The forest of course. How do you plan to learn about dragons if you don't encounter them?" Henrik grinned a bit, suddenly they were all nervous as they got up and followed him into the forest with his daughter in his arms and two dragons by his side. This was going to be a long day indeed, hopefully, it would all pay off with his teachings.