I walk back to my house to find Gobber sitting by the table, eating his breakfast. He didn't leave his gaze from his chicken to look at the door as it opened. I walk inside, hoping he didn't notice, and headed towards the stairs. As I climb carefully, he speaks.
"Hiccup," He said, turning around to look at me. I walk a few steps down to hear what he has to say.
"I'm sorry. I must have fallen asleep in the woods. I should've told you," I apologized, finding an excuse that did not include the 'I trained a dragon and had a sleepover with it in the cove'. He seemed to buy it, and walked over to me, leaning at the wooden staircase. I walk a few more steps down to be in his height.
"Okay, lad. You missed the lesson in the Great Hall. You need to read this before training today. Unless you want to get eaten of course," He said sarcastically, handing me a large book with Berk's crest on it. I walk down the stairs to the table where a chicken leg is on a wooden plate. I lay the book down on the wooden table and open it. Behind me I hear the door shut and Gobber had left the house to get ready for today's training. "Dragon classifications. Strike class. Fear class. Mystery class. Thunderdrum. This reclusive dragon inhabits sea caves and dark tide pools. When startled, the Thunderdrum produces a concussive sound that can kill a man at close range. Extremely dangerous. Kill on sight. Timberjack. This gigantic creature has razor sharp wings that can slice through full grown trees...extremely dangerous. Kill on sight. Scauldron. Sprays scalding water at its victim. Extremely dangerous. Changewing. Even newly hatched dragons can spray acid. Kill on sight," I continue flapping around in the book, every page becoming blurrier by the second. "Gronckle. Zippleback. The Skrill. Bone Knapper. Whispering Death. Burns its victims. Buries its victims. Chokes its victims. Turns its victims inside-out. Extremely dangerous. Extremely dangerous. Kill on sight. Kill on sight. Kill on sight... Night Fury. Speed unknown. Size unknown. The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. Never engage this dragon. Your only chance, hide and pray it does not find you," I take out my notebook, beginning to sketch Toothless's body from a flying perspective as if I was above Toothless when I sketched him. After I finished my short sketch, I lay it under the word Night fury to see it fit perfectly in with the book, but if I were to draw it in the original, my dad would kill me. Vikings do really seem to only find negative things in stuff. No wonder how we became so stubborn and tough.
After reading through the large book of dragons again, I noticed it had nothing on Night furies. Looks like it's my time to discover the mysterious dragon's life habits. By the door stood three baskets of salmon, eels and cod. I take an empty basket and fill it with all the three different fishes until I could barely close the basket. The book of dragons lay on the table beside my half eaten chicken leg as I walk out of the house with the basket over my shoulder, and head for the cove without getting spotted by any villagers.
Luckily, no one was in town to work at the moment which made it easier for me to make my way to the forest without getting spotted by anyone. If I did they would grow suspicious and ask questions like why I'm carrying a basket of fish to the forest. Actually I'm not supposed to walk around in the forest. My father thinks I'll somehow manage to burn it down along with the village. But it's not like he would notice anyway. I made my way to the cove with the heavy basket of fish on my back, noticing the ropes of the bola. It was stained some places with something red which is my guess, blood. I really did hurt him, and it's amazing he still wants to be my friend. I shake the thoughts out of my head as I entered the cove, seeing a lazy black dragon still sleeping.
"Morning sleepy head," I greeted him. His ears shot up by the beginning of my sentence. Soon his body followed and nostrils sniffed the air for what I assumed is a delicious smell for him. Not for me, I could puke right here, right now. He comes over with a happy but curious expression. I set the basket down, using my foot to flip it over. All the gross fish slides out of the basket on top of each other. Toothless walks a little back from the fish, flexing his teeth.
"I've got some salmon, some nice Icelandic cod, and a few smoked eels!" I tried to get him to eat by introducing him to the fish. Without thinking about it, I pick up one of the yellow eels, thinking he might like it because I don't, considering the thought that he likes raw fish and I don't. I move it closer to him, expecting him to grab it out of my hands with his razor sharp teeth, but instead he backs away. Attempting to get further away, I move in closer. He growls a terrified and threatening growl at me, making me back away. Then I realize he dragons don't eat eels.
"It's ok. I don't really like eels much either," Before he starts to eat, I remove all the eels, placing them in the basket again. I don't think he would be so happy if I threw them in the water here. "Well, I got dragon training. I'll be back later, and I got a present for ya," I said, laughing as he gives me his happy toothless smile. I return one of my own, just not very toothless one. He keeps eating while I walk back to the village, getting ready for my dragon training. Gobber told me it would be the Hideous Zippleback today. I wonder…