The Prince of Dragons: Remastered

by Nobody'sHero98

Summary: What if at a young age Hiccup was taken away from Berk and raised by dragons. How would this affect his future? How would this affect his family, what would happen if Hiccup returned to Berk years later? (I deleted this once, it's back, don't expect consistency and or good grammar, I just want to finish this and move on) (Hiccstrid)

6. Chapter 6

The Prince of Dragons

Chapter 6: How To Be A Viking (The Hard Way)

Lesson 1: To Catch and Eat a Dragon

Hiccup continued to sleep soundly in the rundown house of Old Wrinkly. The elderly man was watching over the boy... to an extent. Old Wrinkly was more focused on dinner, as he now beginning the painful process of skinning the chicken he received from Bucket and Mulch and roasting it. He was enjoying the peace and quiet until Gobber the Belch stormed in. Gobber really didn't storm in more into Old Wrinkly's house, he more just walked in because as you probably remember Bucket torn down Old Wrinkly's front door to get inside. Old Wrinkly sighed at the approaching Blacksmith.

"What do you want? I hate to be rude, but could you please come back another day."

"No can do, I heard about the new face in town and decided to stop by and pay him a visit."

Old Wrinkly rolled his ancient eyes.

"The boy's asleep, it's a miracle he's even alive with those wounds,

I doubt he'll ever be able to walk again. This kid has Loki 's luck if he can even wake up. "

Gobber nodded reflectively as he held his good hand up to his chin.

"I see…"

The Blacksmith then wobbled over to Hiccup as he continued to nod. Then he slapped him a couple of times in the face.

"Hey! Wake up!"

Gobber roared in a deadly loud voice. Old Wrinkly then got the blacksmith away from Hiccup and yelled.

"What do you think you're doing you barnacle brained moron!?

Old Wrinkly continued to yell at the blacksmith, and even got to the point where he was very lightly hitting the Blacksmith. Old Wrinkly was never the strongest individual, even in his youth. Gobber not wanting to hurt the tiny old man continued to let him lightly hit him. As those two barnacle brains were fighting. Hiccup began to stir in his sleep, his eyes began to drift open. He woke up with excruciating pain; the Prince was used to this pain. Often times Hiccup would stitch his own scars and wounds, all of them Hiccup could proudly say where on the front of his away from a fight was a coward's way out as far as the Prince was concerned. Hiccup looked up to see world yet again from his emerald green eyes. To his surprise, he saw what appeared to be an Old man beating on a large lobster red Viking .

"Oh no."

Hiccup muttered to himself, as he tried to remain quiet. He then remembered everything, the raid, the Night Fury losing part of its tail, and the painstakingly walk to Berk. The Prince had obviously passed out from blood loss, and now he was laying in one of the homes of his mortal enemies. Humans. Hiccup tried to lay back down on the limestone table and pretend to still be dead to the world. But it was too late, Gobber and Old Wrinkly turned around to see a scrawny boy with brown hair and green eyes starring perplexed, right at them. Gobber the Belch smiled as he shoved Old Wrinkly out of the way as lightly as he could. Then he gave Hiccup some traditional Viking hospitality .

"Well good afternoon boyo!"

Hiccup didn't respond, nor did he utter a word, he only continued to stare at Gobber the Belch. Old Wrinkly shoved Gobber out of the way so he could get a better look at Hiccup.

"Don't shock the boy, he just got up from a coma, even the slightest

bit of physical stress could kill him."

Old Wrinkly pleaded.

"Nonsense! The boy's a Viking, albeit a little bit scrawny and useless looking, but a Viking nonetheless. Besides, the boy requested to see me personally, for obvious reasons."

Gobber said swelling up with pride and confidence, his 'infamous' name must have been spreading across the archipelago. He was assuming this boy wanted to be a Blacksmith's apprentice and sought him out personally. Gobber always wanted an apprentice, so he could tell him/her stories about his amazing exploits. Also possibly teach him/her everything Gobber knew about how to be a blacksmith, but that was more of a side thing. The Blacksmith shoved Old Wrinkly out of the way again, he walked closer to Hiccup until his face was about a foot apart from the boy. They starred at each other quietly until Gobber then said.

"So, you called for me?"

"What?"

Hiccup asked unsure of what Gobber was talking about. That, and the Prince really didn't hear the question, he was too busy trying to figure out where Gobber 's mustache began and ended.

"Ya said you were looking for the town blacksmith, and that be aye, Gobber the Belch."

"Oh, yes of course…"

Hiccup said forcing a funny unsure smile. Gobber then smiled back .

"So what's ya name…?"

Hiccup fell silent for a moment, he hesitated, then he began to sweat profusely.

"I don't have one, and I'm not a Viking, I'm more of a freelanced warrior. "

"So…a Viking?"

Gobber asked again not seeing the distinction, he seemed to think Hiccup had a concussion of

sorts. Hiccup only shrugged.

"Ummm...I guess?"

Gobber the Belch and Old Wrinkly exchanged odd glances. The Blacksmith eventually then asked.

"So, where ya from?"

"Ummmm... the east the far east."

"What part of the east?"

Old Wrinkly asked in curiosity.

"Just the east."

Hiccup said as nonchalantly as he could, but it was rather hard when your insides felt like they had just be through a spinning ax and your being starred down by a six foot giant with slack jaw.

"Eh, it doesn't matter cut the boy a break, we can ask him later, when he's not so banged up… "

"Yes I could use some rest."

All of Gobber's enthusiasm toward Hiccup seemed to drift right out the door, when he mentioned the word rest.

"And goodbye softy."

"Wait you're leaving, but-

"'Rest is for the weak', that's the moto of the Hooligan Tribe, and I will not have a weakling in as a student!"

"Why?"

Hiccup asked as Cobber turned his back on the boy, he seemed to have lost interest in Hiccup, but just as Cobber was about to exit Old Wrinkly's home Hiccup shot up from the table.

"Wait! "

Hiccup shouted before he nearly collapsed to the ground. Old Wrinkly held him up.

"Careful boy, you're still pretty banged up."

Cobber turned around and crossed his arms in a business type fashion.

"What is it?"

"I came a long way for your guidance. Cobber the Belch; I want you to teach me how to make things. It's important you see, it could be life and death. Please… teach me how to be a blacksmith."

Hiccup bowed to the ground a bit, sadness was in the Prince's voice. He groveled, something he ordinarily would never have done. But the life of the Night Fury was on the line. He cared for that dragon, for all dragons. Hiccup had to do what he had to do in order to heal the Night Fury to fix him. Hiccup's face was more honest than it had ever been in his life, at least to another human being. Cobber's nodded reflectively, he then smiled, it appeared he found another 'student' for the Hooligan Initiation program.

"Alright, I'll teach ya how to be a Blacksmith, if ya come to dragon training practice tomorrow. Besides, I could use an apprentice. Meet me at the Grand Hall at six am sharp! Or else!"

The Prince's heart quickly sank. This was not in his plan, the plan was to befriend the blacksmith then get out of here as soon as possible after the Night Fury was all fixed up. Hiccup did not want to raise suspicion, he wanted just leave, and already that was becoming a difficult task. Old Wrinkly looked in disbelief at Hiccup and then Gobber the Belch.

"That's madness! The boy can barely walk, he needs rest-

"Rest is for the weak! Hooligans are not weak, nor blacksmiths, now boy, if ya want me to help become a Blacksmith's apprentice, ya gotta do what I ask, understood!?"

Hiccup wanted to back down but instead he smiled a bit, things were beginning to look up for the Prince of Dragons.

"Yes, yes of course, thank you."

Hiccup said with joy, Gobber chuckled a hardy laugh as he began to walk away. Old Wrinkly sighed as he turned his head to the ground.

"C'mon now, get inside, and get some rest before your wounds reopen. "

Hiccup nodded as Old Wrinkly led him back inside to his compact little house. Old Wrinkly then went back to cooking his chicken. Hiccup went back to sitting on the limestone table. Silence was the

only thing shared between the two for a few minutes. Hiccup looked around at all the various things in the small home, but one thing stuck out the most to him. It was a dusty old portrait engraved on a

shield. Something about it just seemed familiar, it was a portrait, one with Old Wrinkly, Stoic, Valka and the lost heir to the Hairy Hooligan Tribe.

"Who's that?"

Hiccup asked with curiosity as he pointed to the shield portrait. Old Wrinkly sideways glanced to Hiccup.

" Hmmmm ? "

"That picture over there on the wall, who are those people?"

Old Wrinkly glanced back at old hand drawn picture.

"Oh, that's just my daughter Valka and her husband Stoic the Vast. "

Hiccup nodded.

"What's the baby's name?"

Old Wrinkly grew said when Hiccup mentioned the young heir to the Hairy Hooligan Tribe. He took off his over-sized glasses.

"That…that was Hiccup, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, the hope and heir to the tribe of Hairy Hooligans."

Hiccup looked over at the depressed Old Man.

"Was?"

"It's a long story.

"I have the time…"

Hiccup said sympathetically. Old Wrinkly only chuckled lightheartedly as he polished his glasses and then put them back on.

"Ya don't go around asking men as old as me to tell ya stories."

"I understand, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings-

"What no boy, how could you have known, it's just this story is sad…you see one fateful day Berk was attacked by some Roman soldiers they kidnapped Hiccup, snatched him from his mother's arms. Then to make matters worse, when the Roman's went out to see they were attacked by a group of dragons, 1 that was the saddest day I can remember in ages "

Hiccup tensed up a bit, he tried not to show it.

"So you're angry at the dragons? For killing your grandson?"

"What no, heavens to Odin no, they're dragons, they were probably hungry, they didn't kidnap Hiccup did they? To tell ya the truth I'm not even angry the Romans, they were frostbitten and cold, I'm angry about how they went about attacking Berk and all, but still I'm sadder then anything. I'm sad for my daughter Valka, she never fully got over his death and for Stoic 1 Stoic blames the dragons, has killed more than you could imagine."

Hiccup tensed up again. Old Wrinkly went on.

"But ya gotta understand, losing someone it changes people, makes e'm act different. I sometimes wish they'd honor that boy's memory by just living life to the fullest and not take their anger out by calling for the heads of every dragon on the face of Odin's glorious earth. "

Hiccup nodded in agreement. Old Wrinkly sighed.

"You wouldn't know anything about that would ya boy? I hate to be rude but, has there been something in your life that's been heartbreaking for ya and ya just try to look on the plus side?"

The Prince was hesitant for a moment; he really didn't want to say anything about his past. He didn't want to raise any suspicion, but Old Wrinkly treated him with nothing but hospitality and honesty. So Hiccup should do the same, so he put on an honest face and told as much of the truth as he could.

"I was adopted at a young age, raised by a tribe of fierce fighters. I never met my mom, or my dad. So I know how you're daughter and step-son must feel, but still I have a few thousand brothers and sisters, and that makes me happy. My adopted mom is a pain though, but still I have a family and they mean a lot to me."

Hiccup said with a smile. Old Wrinkly nodded, he then went into his pile of junk and then got out what appeared to be a wicker basket. He handed Hiccup the basket.

"What's this for?"

Hiccup asked confused.

"Trust me you'll need it for tomorrow."

"Thank you."

Old Wrinkly chuckled again.

"You remind me of my daughter, always grateful."

Hiccup only chuckled alongside Old Wrinkly.

"Now what am I gonna call you?"

"Well what's your name?"

"Old Wrinkly. "

"You'll think of something…in the meantime ya got any more of them stories for me?"

Hiccup asked nicely. Old Wrinkly smiled back at Hiccup.

"Well… "

Old Wrinkly went on for hours on end of stories of insane things that you would have to crazy to believe. But Hiccup enjoyed them nonetheless. All throughout this. Hiccup kept on a happy smile. Maybe, just maybe all humans weren't so bad. After a few hours, night had settled on the shores of Berk again. Old Wrinkly had fallen asleep in a chair in the living room. Hiccup made sure the old man was asleep before he ducked out of the house. The Prince then sunk out in the dark of the night into the village of Berk. Hiccup scouted around until he found the food storage hut. He sneaked in and stole himself a barrel of

mackerel and salmon. The Prince then hoisted the barrel over his shoulders and began to walk away. That is until he reached, oddly enough a collection of wanted posters. There were dozens of them, but

Hiccup's seemed to get the most publicity. And when I say that I mean 'The Prince of Dragons' had a bounty of 10 million gold pieces and seven knives forcibly stabbed into his masked face, he was a popular

criminal in a way. The Prince smiled as he admired the poster, it was a newer wanted poster with his Night Fury mask on.

"It's a shame they didn't get my charming face."

Hiccup said jokingly as he then glanced over at the rest of the wanted posters. One for some reason caught his eyes, sort of like what had happened over at Old Wrinkly's. It was a poster for an unpleasant looking brute of a man, with the name 'Drago Bludvist'. Hiccup shock it off, he probably just savagely attacked him or cut off his bread in some raid years ago. Anyway, Hiccup then began to venture back into the forest and the cove and the Night Fury. When Hiccup got to the cove he saw the Night Fury fast asleep. Hiccup quietly walked over to the dragon and then whispered into its reptilian ears.

"Night Fury. Night Fury."

The Night Fury then pounced up and forced Hiccup to the ground. His claws digging into Hiccup's chest.

"Night Fury! It's me!"

The Prince said in Dragonese, the Night Fury relinquished its claws over Hiccup's chest.

"Sorry, I 've been going stir crazy trapped in this crevice."

"I understand, you're a dragon, you gotta stretch your wings and fly.

Hiccup said trying to comfort the Night Fury. He then opened the barrel of fish, the Night Fury's stomach grumbled loudly. The Night Fury licked its lips.

"Is that mackerel?"

"I suppose-

The Night Fury then stuck his head in the barrel and began to hungrily chomp away at fish. Within a few seconds, every fish in the barrel was eaten. Hiccup then finished his sentence.

"-So."

The Night Fury then looked over at Hiccup who seemed to be a little stunned.

"Are you okay human?"

"No, no I just forgot how quickly dragons can eat…

The Night Fury gave Hiccup a sad look, the dragon then regurgitated a whole mackerel.

"Thanks Night Fury."

Hiccup said as he began to feast on the mackerel, it was still fresh. Within a few minutes. Hiccup scarfed down every bit of mackerel excluding the bones.

"So, what kept you human?"

"I passed out from blood loss in a nearby village, they don't suspect anything, but they want me to go to this initiation thing…"

The Night Fury snarled and snapped his jaws in annoyance.

"Initiation, that to me means humans killing dragons."

Hiccup sighed in agreement.

"You're probably right…but I need to fool these idiots, so I can make your new tail…"

The Night Fury processed Hiccup's dilemma.

"I understand human, 1 but remember, they kill dragons for sport…please promise me no matter what you won't kill any dragons.

The Prince nodded in agreement.

"As long as I live I shall never slay a dragon…" Hiccup said as he reclaimed the barrel of fish. "I must return to the village Night Fury, before the human's suspect anything…"

Hiccup then left the Night Fury in the crevice. Hiccup wanted to stay, but he couldn't. The Night Fury watched as Hiccup climbed back up the crevice walls. The Prince glanced back sadly down at the

injured dragon. Hiccup recalled the careless actions he took the previous night. He nearly got the Night Fury and himself killed.

"I did this…"

Hiccup said sadly, before a determined look slowly emerged on his face.

"I'm gonna fix…I this need to fix this…I will fix this…"

THE GREAT HALL

It was early in the morning the next day and Hiccup casually walked down the dirt path road leading to the Great Hall. Hiccup had the good fortune to have Old Wrinkly give him some clothes that he 'found' one day. It wasn't anything to special. Just a lime-green tunic and a brown vest that matched his boots and a pair of dark green wool pants. Hiccup carried a basket and a dull-plain looking sword on his side. Old Wrinkly had told him he'd need these things, for what reason Hiccup did not know. Anyway as Hiccup continued on his route he stopped for a moment to admire the doors of the Great Hall. He then took a deep breathe in and slowly pushed them open. Nobody was there yet, not even Gobber the Belch, well then again it was only early in the morning Hiccup did not expect everyone to be there yet. Hiccup smiled for a bit, he at least had some time to himself now. So quickly Hiccup lit a few torches and brightened up the dark desolate hall. He removed his Dragonese book from his tunic and began to casually draw in it. Within a few minutes he had drawn an accurate representation of Gobber the Belch and underneath, the drawing it read in Dragonese and I quote '_The Moron I'm going to Trick '_. Hiccup chuckled a bit lightheartedly at this, but then the door opened again. The Prince glanced upward from his sketches to see Gobber the Belch. Hiccup quickly hide away his Dragonese book and casually began to whistle as if nothing had happened. Gobber the Belch made himself a cup of mead and drank it casually in front of Hiccup.

"Morning ya nameless Viking, I didn't think you'd show up."

"I'm full of surprises."

Hiccup said casually, the emerald eyed boy then watched as the Young Hooligans slummed into the room. Bags under their eyes. The first was Fishlegs, who seemed to be almost sleep-walking with every step he took. Fishlegs was followed by Snotlout and his gang of miscreants who tried their best to even stay remotely awake. Afterwards where the Terrible Twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, who were physically beating each other up to stay awake. Finally was Astrid who seemed the most prepared, the most awake and the most skilled out of all of Hooligans. None of them really seemed to notice Hiccup, they were too

tired to. But all of that was about to change, Gobber got out a very large bugle. He blew into it a few times. The loud fog horn quickly got the Hooligans alerted to their surroundings. Gobber the Belch

smiled at the Hooligan warriors to be.

"Good you're all here and awake."

The young Hooligans muttered a few grumbles of annoyance under their breath.

"First order of business, we have a recruit, boyo get up here. "

Gobber said motioning to Hiccup, for a moment the Prince hesitated but then ultimately got up and stood before the young Vikings. To be honest, the young Hooligans really didn't seem to notice Hiccup, they were to dead to the world to even care or notice. Hiccup smiled a bit, perhaps he could just blend into the background while he was in this village. Hiccup was about to sit back down when Gobber put a meaty arm on his shoulder and whispered.

"Well, go on, tell e'm something 'bout yourself."

Hiccup again was quiet for a moment, he then said.

"Hello there…I don't have a name so call me what you like, I'm from the east and I like sword fighting…"

None of the Hooligans again really seemed to care or acknowledge Hiccup. This was great as far as Hiccup was concerned, maybe he could leave this place marginally unnoticed . Gobber then motioned for Hiccup to sit back down, he did reluctantly. The Blacksmith then clapped his hands together. He happily said.

"Right then, your first lesson begins now! Get you're lazy bones to Hooligan Harbor now. Hop to it then, there's not a moment to lose. "

Many of the young Hooligans groaned as they slummed up and began to zombie walk out of the Great Hall. After a few minutes, they reached the Hooligan Harbor. Gobber then ordered them to slum their way onto a long narrow Viking Ship.

"Get on their, ya worthless sniveling babies, were heading North East! "

"Where to?"

Wartihog asked nervously. Gobber the Belch only chuckled darkly.

"Oh, ho, ho, you'll see.

Everyone there swallowed hard, nobody knew where this mad man was taking them. The Blacksmith then put his fat stubby legs onto the narrow vessel and ordered the other Hooligans to follow him onto the ship. The vessel was long with six rows of benches and a large clear area in the front, obviously for a navigator. There were three oars on each side, and not much room to move around. Hiccup was the last to get on along with Fishlegs. At first Hiccup was fascinated by the boat, he'd been curious for a while on how these vessels glided upon the water like a Scauldron. But then Gobber the Belch screamed.

"Now start rowing you whimpering babies, before I whip ya into shape! "

With that nine Hooligans started rowing. Hiccup was hesitant at first, but quickly grabbed onto the oar to help Fishlegs. Fishlegs after only a few strong rows was already red in the face with exhaustion. Hiccup could tell, he didn't exactly have a whole lot to offer in the muscle department, despite his size. But Hiccup easily saw that Fishlegs was probably smarter than most Vikings on this boat combined. After Hiccup and Fishlegs got into a comfortable rowing pattern, the Prince asked in between rows.

"Hello there, what ' s your name?"

Fishlegs between his deep breathes managed to mutter out the words.

"Fish-Fishlegs… "

Hiccup smiled as he then said.

"How ya doing Fishlegs?"

Fishlegs to be honest was stunned by this; nobody really talked to him or took him seriously. With a husky exhausted smile, Fishlegs responded.

"Fine, thanks . "

There was silence for a moment.

"So what's your name?"

"Don't got one, call me what ya like."

"Oh... umm…okay. "

Fishlegs did not reply after that, what person didn't a name. But Fishlegs just shrugged it off and counted his blessings, this nameless boy may not have had a name, but he wasn't attempting to burn him alive in an open fire so that was a plus. After that the two were quiet, everyone on the boat grew eerily silent. A dense grey fog was beginning to roll in from the dark corners of the Barbaric Archipelago. The ocean itself seemed to be getting gradually darker. High rocky bluffs began to protrude expectantly out of the sea. But one bluff caught the eye of every young Hooligan there including Hiccup it was a mountainous steep bluff in the shape of a dead man's skull. Hiccup swallowed hard, he recognized this bleak place, the dragons had taken him here on many occasions. The Prince turned his head to see the stiffening faces of the Young Hooligan's to be, they were all terrified of this place. But onward they rowed, not wanting to upset Gobber the Belch, and eventually they landed on the dry plain looking shores of the tiny island. Gobber the Belch hopped off the small vessel and proudly looked upon the bleak area. He took in a deep breath and smelled the bittersweet air.

"Ahhhhhhha…Do you smell it in the air?"

"The rotting Fish guts?"

"Or the slimy sea air?"

The Terrible Twins said disgusted, the smell emanating from this island was to foul even for them. Even the other Vikings became a little nauseous when that rotten stench reached their nostrils.

Gobber seemed to only take in the smell as if it was a heavenly aroma.

"Both…Now this is very important, SO GET INTO LINE YOU MISERABLE TADPOLES! "

Gobber screamed with anger as the Hooligan recruits then got into line. The Blacksmith then raised one fat finger.

"NOW PAY ATTENTION!"

Screamed Gobber the Belch as his voice roared like a lion.

"This is your first military operation, your first step to becoming proud members of the Hooligan Tribe and Fishlegs will be leading you . "

Everyone there excluding Hiccup groaned painfully and annoyed.

"Oh, not Fishlegs, you can't put him in charge. Sir, he's USELESS! "

Roared Dogsbreath the Duhbrain, most of the other Hooligans nodded in agreement. Eishlegs tried to look away and wipe his nose against his sleeve as he sunk slightly into the sand. Snotlout then boasted.

"Anyone would be better than Eishlegs, even the new guy would be better than Eishlegs!"

Gobber exploded with rage.

"SILENCE ! "

The Blacksmith cried.

"The next one to speak has limpet rations for another THREE WEEKS ! "

After that, there was absolute silence. Gobber the Belch took a moment to collect himself, the Blacksmith took a deep breathe in and then said.

"Fishlegs, will be leading you, why because he's the only among you who's not an IDIOT!"

Gobber said referring to the shenanigans of a few nights ago; he gave a painful glance toward Snotlout.

"And also, because I said so, and that's the way things go with us Vikings! Where do ya think ya are!? THE REPUBLIC OE ROME!?"

Gobber then began to pace back and forth.

"Now, today isn't about leadership, today is about proving yourself to be a Hooligan Warrior. It doesn't matter who's in charge, today is about the ancient tradition of the Hooligan Tribe."

The Blacksmith paused dramatically.

"First you must catch a new-born dragon…and eat it."

Gobber said with a malicious smile, the looks from the various Hooligans ranged from licking their lips with hunger or gagging with disgust. Hiccup was among the looks of the disgust. The Blacksmith began to pace back and forth again. The Prince was beginning to grow uncomfortable being around these dragon murdering idiots.

"Now dragons are what set us apart from the rest of the world. Most people have to worry about wolves or bears in the wilderness. But it is only the Greatest of Vikings who fight dragons, who dare to face the most dangerous creatures on earth."

Gobber spoke with that funny mad glint in his eyes as he spat solemnly into the dry sandy shores.

"There are five parts to initiation into the Hooligan Tribe, they will test your skill, bravery and courage. BUT ONLY ONE OE YOU MAY PASS AND HAVE THE HONOR OE KILLING A DRAGON IN FRONT OE THE WHOLE TRIBE!... The first part if you wish to enter the Hairy Hooligan Tribe, you must catch a dragon. That is why I've brought you to this scenic spot. "

The Blacksmith then pointed upper wards at the skull-like formation.

"Just look at Wild Dragon Cliff itself."

All nine of the teenagers tipped their heads backwards to face the top of the cliff. It was an odd dull grey color that loomed dizzily above world. This was the dragon nursery; many different breeds of dragons would often lay their eggs in the various nests inside. Then when a dragon reached a favorable size they would leave the caves and live their wild adventurous lives. The Dragons in Hiccup's pack took Hiccup here a few times just for the fun of it. While Hiccup looked back on those memories with fondness, he found it difficult to remember said fondness when you're talking about killing and eating poor defenseless dragons. Hiccup swallowed hard, thankfully he could tell the dragons inside the cliff were sound asleep, he could tell by the ominous low rumble of their unified snores. The Prince could feel the vibrations in his boots, nobody else seemed to notice.

"Now, do you see the formation of caves halfway up the cliff in the shape of a skull?"

Gobber asked, it was kind of hard miss, the young Hooligans nodded.

"Inside those caves right now area€ 1 Eh give or take three-thousand young dragons, all beginning their first few weeks of winter sleep. "

Everyone lit up with excitement. Hiccup tried to look excited to but it was really hard for him. The Prince obviously having to live amongst dragons, knowing there culture, language, etc., he knew considerably more about dragons than anyone else there. And from what the Prince knew about dragons, going up to a cave of three-thousand young dragons, being a friend or foe, you do not disturb the sleep of any dragon no matter the size or age. It reminded him of a hunting trip the pack took Hiccup on. Once on a hunting trip Hiccup had watched a group of Terrible Terrors devour a deer within a few seconds. Bones included. So as you could imagine, from Hiccup's perspective, this was madness. No one else seemed concerned; Hiccup rolled his eyes at the anxious Hooligans to be typical ignorance among Vikings, it almost annoyed the Prince.

"Now, in a few minutes, I want you to take your baskets and start climbing the cliffa€10nce you are in the cave entrance you're on your own, I am too large to squeeze my way into the tunnels."

Tuffnut leaded into to his sister, he then whispered.

"I'll say, it's a miracle he can even squeeze into anything."

The Terrible Twins chuckled lightly. Gobber didn't seem to notice.

"So you will enter the caves, quietly- and that means everyone…unless ya want to become the last winter meal for three thousand starving dragons, HA HA HA HA!"

Gobber laughed heartily at his own dark joke, everyone else only seemed to sweat.

"So you all will pick up one sleeping dragon, lift it gently into your basket and then quietly leave the Caliban Caves. So, any questions "

Gobber said with a smile, nobody had any questions.

"Right so off ya go then, oh, and in the unlikely event you do wake the dragons and you'd have to be incredibly idiotic to do that, run like thunder for the entrance, dragons don't like wintry weather, the snow will stop them in their tracks…probably. "

"Well that's reassuring."

Hiccup muttered to himself. Gobber went on cheerfully.

"I need not tell you, anyone who returns without a dragon will fail initiation and be thrown out of the Hooligan Tribe and placed into permanent exile. There are no failures in our Tribe."

Hiccup smiled, exile sounded fun, anything would be better than to be in a tribe of complete dragon killing lunatics. But he owed it to the Night Fury, The Prince had to save that dragon's life and if he had to do some things that he would not be proud of then so be it. But he would not kill a dragon, not as long as he walked on this bleak desolate world, would he ever do that. Gobber then gave the Hooligan salute.

"In half an hours' time you will be on your way to being full members of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe or breakfasting with Thor and Odin in Valhalla with dragon's teeth in your bottoms!

Screamed Gobber with horrid enthusiasm.

"DEATH OR GLORY!"

He yelled. The Young Hooligans mimicked the salute while saying.

"DEATH OR GLORY!"

Hiccup wanted to say 'You bunch of Nimrods, if you yell any louder your gonna wake up those dragons before we even start', but he did not want to get pummeled into the ground by Gobber the Belch. The Blacksmith then moved out of the way and went to go find a comfortable rock to sit on and eat his clam and tomato sandwich. All eyes turned to Eishlegs who seemed to be sweating up a storm.

"So, Ummm… yeah…errr . "

Eishlegs had trouble trying to hold a straight face, he was so nervous. Gobber pretty much put him on the spot and the husky blonde boy wasn't used to being the center of attention. Snotface Snotlout smiled gleefully as he shoved Eishlegs out of the way and took charge.

"Okay, listen up."

He whispered in a sadistic menacing fashion.

"I'm in charge, not Eishlegs, and anyone who says otherwise gets a knuckle sandwich from Dogsbreath."

Dogsbreath the Duhbrain grunted happily as he pounded his fists together in a fierce way.

"Show e'm what I mean!"

Dogsbreath then kicked Eishlegs in the stomach while he was still down. Hiccup eyes narrowed with rage and symphony for Eishlegs. No one else seemed to care; they were to focused on Snotlout. Nobody objected, nobody except for Hiccup, who smiled a smug grin as he said.

"HEY! New guy pay attention."

Snotlout hissed at Hiccup, who turned his eyes to face the great bully of a boy.

"Rope yourselves together; the best climber should go first."

Hiccup only smiled, he slowly began to walk up to Snotlout.

"Why that be you won't it,Snotarse Snotlout, you're the best at everything aren't ya."

Snotlout grinned his teeth in anger; it was difficult to tell if Hiccup was laughing at him or not because of just the confident smugness of his attitude.

"That's right new guy, I AM, Bash him Dogsbreath."

Dogsbreath nodded before he aimed a straight punch at Hiccup, but then to the amazement of everyone there. Hiccup dodged Dogsbreath 's punch, again Dogsbreath tried to punch the small boy into the ground and again Hiccup dodged. The Prince smiled nervously, this brute of a boy was strong, but Hiccup had an advantage, he was strong and acrobatic.

"Really, you're having this fool fight your own battles Snotlout? I thought you were the best at everything?"

Hiccup said with a smile, the other Young Hooligans looked on in shock at the situation Snotlout was in. Astrid starred on with suspicion, but then she shook her head dismissively as she continued

to watch the fight as Dogsbreath couldn't even get a solid punch on Hiccup. Snotlout then joined the fight he attempted to grab Hiccup in a bear hug so Dogsbreath could easily punch Hiccup to death. But

Hiccup jumped over Snotlout and landed his skinny feet on his helmet, and then he jumped off right as Dogsbreath punched Snotlout in the face. Hiccup laughed for a moment at Snotlout 's dismay, but the

Prince's chuckle soon faded once he got a look at Snotlout 's enraged red face. Hiccup then burst out laughing again.

"You're face! Ya look like the ass end of a north bond yak!"

"He's dead. "

Speedyfist whispered to Tuffnut. Snotlout then charged at Hiccup like a raging bull, the Prince oddly enough only just stood there laughing. Then when Snotlout was only a few feet away from grabbing

Hiccup and probably murdering him, the prince barrel rolled out of Snotlout 's way. Snotlout then slammed into mountainside head first and fell to the ground disoriented. Everyone there looked at Hiccup,

who then walked over to Fishlegs and helped the husky blonde up.

"Up and Adam, Fishlegs."

After Hiccup helped Fishlegs up, all the young recruit's eyes turned to him. Hiccup smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know why you're all looking at me, he's in charge."

All eyes turned to Fishlegs.

"Ummma, Right, rope yourselves together; the best climber should go first. "

Fishlegs said timidly. Wartihog then asked.

"Well, what about Snotlout?"

Hiccup then said.

"Right, somebody wake up Snotlout."

Astrid rolled her sky-blue eyes.

"Do I gotta do everything around here?"

Astrid then walked over to Snotlout and picked him buy the collar of his black vest. She then punched him in the face seven times. Snotlout got up groggily, still angry at Hiccup, but his anger seemed to have subsided to an extent. Fishlegs then timidly ordered everybody to rope themselves together. Hiccup was last to be tied on next to Fishlegs. He really didn't seem to care who he was tied to or where. Hiccup just wanted this to just end. Despite, his calm collected smug attitude, he was nervous, nervous about killing baby dragons. Hel, nervous about said dragons killing him and everyone else in the process. Anyway, Hiccup was tied behind Fishlegs and the blonde husky boy behind Dogsbreath.

"Oh, brilliant. "

Muttered Fishlegs.

"I'm about to enter a cave full of man eating reptiles, tied up to seven complete lunatics excluding you of course."

Fishlegs said glancing over to Hiccup. Hiccup smiled.

"Hey, I'm just glad I'm not one of the seven complete lunatics. "

Fishlegs then said.

"Hey, thank you for fending off Dogsbreath and Snotlout earlier; ya didn't have to do that."

"It's alright Fishlegs, but going back to watch ya said earlier, I don't think the dragons are gonna be that big of issue."

Hiccup said backwards glancing at the large spiraling mountain. It was then the climb began. Ten Teenagers began to climb up the mountainside. It was a perilous climb; the rocks were slippery and far between. The other Vikings were overexcited with glee and making the ascent far too quickly. In fact, Tuffnut grabbed onto Ruffnut's foot and nearly pulled her down.

"Get your hand off my foot you idiot!"

"Get your foot off my hand!"

Tuffnut and Ruffnut continued to yell at one another but eventually Tuffnut missed his footing and fell of the mountain along with his sister. Luckily Tuffnut fell onto Dogsbreath who caught him by the back of his trousers and heaved him back onto the rock again. Ruffnut fell a few feet more than her brother but Hiccup managed to reach for her arm and pull her back onto the rock.

"There ya go, wouldn't want ya to fall back down and be a pretty little stain now would we?"

Hiccup said nervously as he tried to keep his footing. Ruffnut blushed a delicate shade of red before she began to climb back up to her annoying brother. Astrid rolled her eyes again and continued to focus on the climb. After much climbing, they finally made it to the caves of the cliff. Hiccup glanced down at the sea pounding on the rocks down below and Gobber the Belch sleeping on a dry patch of dirt.

"Untie the ropes."

Ordered Snotlout, but without the usual bark that he had in his voice. His mind was too busy popping with excitement over the ever-present dangers ahead. Fishlegs upon reaching the top asked weakly.

"So, who goes in first?"

Everyone looked around, none of them wanted to go in first. Snotlout then grinned a malicious smile.

"How about the new guy because if any of the dragons are awake, he'll be the first to know about it."

All eyes turned to Hiccup, the Prince took a deep breath and he said. The Prince of Dragons was many things, but not a coward.

"Fine, I'll go."

Hiccup then began to squeeze his way into the tight rocky tunnel. The tunnel was dark long and twisty with all kinds of jagged rock formations. The tunnel was dripping with moisture and constantly changing in size. Sometimes it was large enough for the Hooligans to walk up right. Other times it was so narrow and claustrophobic that the young Vikings could only just squeeze through. Squirming on their stomachs like worms in the wet soil. After what seemed like an eternity of walking and crawling into the heart of the cliff. The stench of dragons grew stronger and stronger, until it became unbearable. That is when the tunnel opened out into a gigantic cavern. The cavern was filled with more dragons then any human alive could imagine have existed. Dragons of all shapes and sizes, from Terrible Terrors to premature Monstrous Nightmares, they all littered the walls and most of the cavern floor. They lit up the room with an explosion of color and size. Hiccup had a wide smile of happy disbelief, they were more dragons here then there were in the Red Death's Lair. There were dozens of species Hiccup had heard of and countless more that he never knew existed. Some deadly, some friendly all asleep. Hiccup started sweating when he remembered why he was here. To capture one of these remarkable creatures and eat it, he had to come up with some sort of plan to free the dragons they were about to capture, but he could deal with that later. Hiccup looked at the dragons; he gazed at the massive piles the Deadly Nadders were in, the Monstrous Nightmares roasting like giant bats on the ceiling walls. Hiccup kept telling himself they were still asleep, but their unified snores were so loud and so deep that it seemed to penetrate right through Hiccup's body and vibrate around his insides. Causing his insides to churn and forcing his soft meaty heart to be beat at the same tempo. If one, just one of these countless dragons were to wake up, it would spell death for the Young Hooligans. Hiccup then said under his breathe.

"I won't think about, just take a deep breath, I will not think about it…"

Just then the other Hooligans entered the cavern, Snotlout looked back to Speedyfist.

"Hey Speedyfist, do ya got a light?"

Snotlout asked in a voice no louder than a whisper. Speedyfist chuckled softly.

"Da ya really need ta ask?"

Speedyfist said as he went into his pockets in search of some homemade flare. He had a nasty habit of setting things of fire and would often cause a ruckus. He even sometimes went around tipping Yaks along with Tuffnut and Ruffnut. But anyway, after digging into his pockets, Speedyfist handed Snotlout a small flare.

"That's all I got, Gobber confiscated the rest after I burned down Mildew's sheep farm."

Hiccup sighed; maybe it was because his eyes were more adjusted to the darkness after living in dark places most of life, but he thought of the idea of a flare to be utterly ridiculous. There were glow-worms and Fire-worms that lit up the cave entrance with a dim light. But even Hiccup had to admit that the flare did seem to comfort him a little. The light helped Hiccup cope with the thoughts of him not being eaten alive by young dragons. None of the other Vikings were thinking about it though. Ignorance can be bliss in situations like this. Their eyes were popping with excitement, hands over their noses to keep out the smell, searching for the biggest dragon they could find that could fit into their baskets. Dragons also represented status; if you got a Nadder you were considered an able warrior with loyalty and smarts. If ya got a Monstrous Nightmare, you were considered a fierce Viking with not much happening in the brain department. The same went for the Gronckle ' s only if you got a Gronckle you were smart, tough and had a soft side. If you got a Zippleback that meant you were a stealth fighter with personality issues. If ya got a Night Fury, you were considered the greatest thing since Beowulf, Thor and Baldr all mixed into a blender. Anyway Snotlout had been making a fuse about finding a bright red Monstrous Nightmare.

"We'll would ya look at that, a Monstrous Nightmare, the greatest killing machine on the planet. Cool to look at, stealthy and great fighters, just like me."

Snotlout then picked up the Nightmare and plopped it into his basket. Wartihog and Dogsbreath were fighting over a bright brown Gronckle. They were both looking at the dragon happily, but when they both grabbed the beast at the same time, Wartihog said.

"I saw it first, I called it."

Boasted Wartihog, Dogsbreath the Duhbrain then said.

"No ya didn't I saw it first."

"You did not; you were too busy eyeing the Zippleback."

Wartihog and Dogsbreath looked at each other menacingly in the eyes. They began a loudly whispered fight over the Gronckle. After a few seconds Dogsbreath won the fight and stuffed the dragon into his basket. Tuffnut and Ruffnut were busy fighting over a Zippleback.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Asked Ruffnut in anger.

"What? I grabbed it first."

Tuffnut whispered innocently. The twins began to fight over the dragon.

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

It was then the Terrible Twins both dropped the Zippleback, it's scaly body fell menacingly to the cavern floor. The Zippleback opened its four evil crocodile eyes. Everyone in the cavern held their breath. The Zippleback starred in a few directions randomly. The dragon's twin heads it snapped a few times at its other head. It was difficult to tell whether it was awake or not from its blank lifeless expression. Hiccup breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Zippleback drift back to sleep. Amazingly, none of the other dragons woke up, a few groggily grumbled but most were in such a deep sleep that they barely even noticed. Perhaps these dragons were so dead to the world, that nothing would wake them. Everyone in the room slowly let out their breath. With quiet anger Hiccup went to pick up the Zippleback and a slight more yellowish Zippleback. Then he handed the two dragons to the Terrible Twins.

"You get this one and you get this one."

He said giving the dragons to Ruffnut and Tuffnut, it was actually somewhat difficult for Hiccup to let go of those dragons and hand them to these complete maniacs, but Hiccup did. Hiccup pointed at the two of them.

"Now that's the last I better here about this."

Hiccup then walked away to go find himself a dragon. The Twins waited until Hiccup was out of earshot and then Tuffnut said to Ruffnut.

"Hey! Yours is bigger!"

The two began to quietly fight again. Astrid rolled her eyes.

"Mutton Heads."

Astrid said as she plopped a Deadly Nadder into her basket.

Speedyfist kept letting out prayers to Loki, the patron God of sneaky exploits as he picked up a small Gronckle. Wartihog then went and found himself a bright grey Zippleback as well. Hiccup edged forward cautiously and kept looking for the seemingly most unconscious looking dragon. The Prince then glanced down to see a rather large Monstrous Nightmare that was icy cold to the touch. Hiccup smiled lightly, you see you can tell when a dragon is asleep or in a sleep coma when it's icy cold to the touch. Dragons can stay in this state for hundreds even thousands of years. Hiccup grabbed the small Nightmare and maneuvered it into his basket as quickly as he could.

"I did it, I did it, I did it."

The Prince chanted happily to himself, at least now he wouldn't raise much suspicion. Everything was going to plan so to speak. All he had to do now was manipulate the Blacksmith, fix the Night Fury's tail and leave this forsaken place. Hiccup looked over at the only one in the group that didn't have a dragon and that was of course Fishlegs . Everyone who had one now seemed to be making their way down toward the cave they came in. Fishlegs was nervously approaching a pile of naughtily entangled Deadly Nadders, on very loud tip toes. If you thought the Terrible Twins were bad at Burglary, they were, but Fishlegs was even worse than the Terrible Twins put together. Hiccup stopped dead in his tracks.

"Fishlegs don't do it. It's not worth it. Fishlegs please, don't do it. "

But Fishlegs was fed up with Snotlout and being pushed around by everyone else. He was going to himself a cool dragon and prove to the others that he was fully capable of taking care of himself. Then he was going to pound that dragon into the dirt he did not say anything about eating it though. Fishlegs then got down on his knees and grabbed the tail of one of the Nadders. He then gently yanked on the tail end. The entire pile of Deadly Nadders came crashing down in a furious collapse. Everyone Viking in the cavern gave a horrified gasp, most of the Nadder 's snapped crossly at each other before drifting back to sleep. But the largest ugliest Nadder in the pile creaked it's reptilian eyes open and blinked a few times. The Nadder starred forward sightless, and ready to fall back to sleep. But then Fishlegs, who had been standing there frozen for the past few minutes, let out a sneeze. A horrible sneeze that echoed throughout the caverns, the brute of a Nadder starred sightlessly ahead but then it opened its eyes fully dilated. Its tail filled with large prickly spikes opened. Fishlegs ducked as the Nadder fired its tail spikes at him, and narrowly missed the husky Viking.

"Oh, dear Thor."

Whispered Speedyfist, the Nadder's head suddenly whipped around to face Fishlegs. Its jaw snapped violently, the dragon's wings unfolded to their greatest extent. The Nadder then advanced forward and began to shriek loud cackles that began to make the other dragons stir. Hiccup then shouted.

"Run!"

Hiccup then grabbed Fishlegs arm and dragged him away, the Vikings ran for the exit like madmen. Fishlegs and Hiccup were the last ones to get there. They had two minutes start on the dragons because it took a long time for the Nadder to wake up the rest of the dragons. But Hiccup could hear a furious rage as the dragons started to pour into the tunnel. In Dragonese they shrieked.

"Kill the humans that plaque our caves! Eat their flesh, feast on

their bones! Kill the swine!"

Upon hearing that. Hiccup ran forward a little faster. The Dragons were smaller and could move more swiftly then the recruits and even see better in the dark, but they were held up when the tunnel got smaller and they had to fold there wings back to squirm through.

"I-I Haven't Got a Dragon!"

Fishlegs breathed queasily. Hiccup looked over at Fishlegs slightly annoyed.

"THAT! Should be the least of your worries!"

Hiccup said as he squirmed frantically on his elbows when they entered a narrow portion of the cave. The cackles of the dragons getting louder and seemingly closer.

"They're gaining on us!"

Fishlegs then screamed out of stubborn panic.

"NO DRAGON!"

"OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"

Hiccup snapped, he loosened his basket and then tossed it to Fishlegs.

"Here! If it's worth more than your life take mine!"

Then the Prince loosened the basket from Fishlegs 's back before heading off down the cave again. Hiccup then turned and went back into the darkness of the cavern. Even as the roaring was getting louder.

"What are you doing?! "

Eishlegs asked frantically as Hiccup returned only a few moments later. Hiccup let out an arm that Eishlegs grabbed onto to help haul him through. There was a sleek Monstrous Nightmare on his tail. Hiccup grabbed a rock and hurled it at snout of the beast. The Monstrous Nightmare squealed in pain as it retreated for one vital moment. They turned a corner and then they could see light from the end of the final tunnel. Fishlegs rushed forward toward the light as Hiccup squirmed through the last bit of darkness. But then a Deadly Nadder sank its fangs into Hiccup's left foot. Hiccup was so desperate to get out that he barely noticed the beast on his foot; in fact he actually dragged the Nadder along with him out of the caverns. But then as Hiccup's head made it back outside, the Prince saw the familiar face of Gobber the Belch. Gobber the Belch hauled Hiccup by the head and shoulders out of the cave. The Blacksmith then whacked the Nadder on Hiccup's leg away with one fell swoop. When Gobber got Hiccup fully out of the cavern he yelled.

"Jump! "

Gobber then stunned one dragon with one blow from his good hand.

"What do ya mean jump!?"

Hiccup asked in disbelief as he glanced down miles of open sea and the rocky bluffs spaced in between. He hesitated for a moment. The drop was dizzying.

"No time to climb down!"

Gobber said as he violently shoved a rock into a Gronckle ' s mouth and

then bouncing two Nadder 's against his gigantic belly.

" JUMP! "

Hiccup took a deep breath in and leapt down of the cliff, it was not like he had his flight suit handy. He couldn't glide his way through the sky and to safety. But Hiccup manned up and dived head first toward the sea. Narrowly the Prince plunged through the air, when Hiccup hit the water it didn't feel like water, more like hitting an icy rock. It vaguely reminded him of the time he fell into the water when he was first designing his flight suit and a Zippleback had to go fish him out. Hiccup gasped for air, as he took a good look around and was immediately drenched by the gigantic splash of Gobber the Belch who landed a few feet away. With furious shrieks the premature dragons swarmed out of the cave and began to dive bomb the floating Vikings. Hiccup dived down again as the dragons hovered over him,afraid to enter the water. Dragons loathed the cold, especially chilly water. Eventually Hiccup had to resurface, with relief he watched the dragons fly to the skies above to scream Dragonese insults.

"Weak choppers ! "

"Tear their wings off!"

"Feast on their flesh!"

Hiccup then swam to shore along with Gobber the Belch and the rest of the Hooligan recruits. The Hooligans prided themselves on being exceptionally good swimmers, but it's hard to stay afloat when you have a trapped terrified dragon on your back. The Hooligans scrambled over the beach, the safety of shores only put the Hooligans into a false sense of security. Tuffnut shacked his fist in the air.

"Yeah you better fly away dragons. Just you try and get me, I dare you! "

A dragon not put off by the cold pre-winter air came shrieking down. He landed on Tuffnut's back and started savaging him, sinking it's fangs into Tuffnut's shoulder.

"OW! OW-OW ! I am hurt, I am very much hurt!"

Tuffnut screamed as he tried to get the dragon off his back. Gobber came in with a rock club prophetic. He bashed the dragon from Tuffnut. It was more painful for Tuffnut because half the time Gobber severely missed the dragon and instead hit Tuffnut. The dragon let go of Tuffnut and flapped away. But a whole wave of dragons replaced that one, all flying down ready to attack. Miniature fire balls shooting down from their mouths. Talons spread to ready to pounce. Teeth sharpened to a razors edge. Gobber the Belch stood, legs spread apart, from his belt he grabbed a large double-headed ax. The Blacksmith whirred it round and round, he through back his head and yelled a blood thirsty cry. That echoed throughout the sea stacks and even scared off some of the dragons. The hairs of every young Viking there stood on end. But the dragons had the advantage in numbers, they just kept on coming. Gobber then let go of the ax. Spilling end to end, the ax soared upwards it hit the biggest dragon of the lot, handle end. The Dragon was simply knocked out, but not dead. The other dragons began to rethink their strategy. Some of them scrambled over each other in a haste to fly back to the cave. The others came to a halt, hovering uncertainly screaming in defiance but keeping their distance.

"Waste of a good ax."

Grunted Gobber.

"Head for the boat, get it outta see before they come back."

Nobody needed any more encouragement other than that. The Young Hooligans pushed the boat out to sea and piled on Gobber the Belch then proudly got back onto the boat, as the Hooligans made their escape. By the end of it all, many of the young Hooligans were exhausted. Somewhere in the middle of the sea, Gobber decided it was best they took a break. Breathing heavily, exhausted from the harsh swim, and some of them with minor injuries, what they all needed now was a break. But what they got instead was more of Gobber the Belch's yelling. But not before the Blacksmith very carefully continued heads again, to make sure he hadn't lost anyone. Gobber the Belch had spent an unpleasant few minutes at the bottom of the cliff after he got up from his power nap. He was wondering why there was such a terrible racket coming from the cave. Also what he was going to say to Stoic the Vast if Gobber walked up to the Chief and said.

"It went great! They all died horrible deaths and are all drinking mead with Thor in Valhalla." But the Blacksmith for whatever reason didn't think that was tacked or sensitive enough.

But then again, speaking with tacked or sensitivity where not Gobber 's strong suits. He preferred to bash

people on the head and ask questions later. After a few minutes he came up with.

"It went great! They all died pleasant deaths and all drinking mead with Thor in Valhalla, sorry about that." Secretly he was relieved that none recruits died in the Caliban Caves. But still, the Blacksmith was not in the best of moods. He then exploded with wrath, as the young Hooligans sat shivering violently from the chilly waters.

"NEVER! Never in fourteen years have I come across a bunch of hopeless barnacles as you lot. Which of you useless mollusks was responsible for waking up the dragons?"

All eyes turned back to Eishlegs and Hiccup. Eishlegs was sweating, wheezing and shivering at the same time. He dreaded the thought of being yelled at by Gobber the Belch. With a deep intake. Hiccup raised his hand and said.

"I was."

All eyes turned over to Hiccup in disbelief, 'did he just cover for Fishlegs?' was what they all thought simultaneously. Gobber sighed again, before exploding.

"Oh, that's brilliant!" He bellowed. "Just brilliant! The new recruit who had so potential, some hope,

some pride, ends up like the rest of your magnificent barnacle brains! Excluding you Eishlegs. At the tender age of sixteen you all do your best to annihilate yourself and the rest of you in a simple military exercise. "

No one said a thing after that, but Gobber went on.

"In addition to the Limpet rations ordered by Stoic the Vast the rest of you are on limpet rations for another three weeks." Everyone groaned annoyed.

"You're all lucky I'm letting you eat these dragons' you all do have you're dragons, I HOPE." Gobber said crossly, everyone nodded meekly. Fishlegs looked down at

his basket and then to Hiccup who was also nodding meekly.

"Right then, were returning to Berk. Full speed ahead."

The Viking Long boat then drifted toward the familiar shores of Berk.