Hiccup's POV

I woke up the next morning, thinking of how to do this. How to stop this war. How to prove to my father and the rest of the village that dragons mean no harm and that we can befriend them. Tame them. We could be their companions and they could be ours. If only Vikings weren't stubborn, and would one day look at something positive. There's rumors of Gothi, our towns elder, is able to see in the future. I've considered asking her for guidance, but letting it be. Maybe my future is good or it could be bad. One thing I know is that it's impossible to change your own destiny. I got a feeling its good, but it might be bad. I still wonder why she's been so nice to me. Is it because this might be my end? Is it because I needed a way to keep up my own hope? Or is it just simply how elders treat everyone? Good or bad. I guess I will just have to wait and hope for the best.

I walk downstairs to see my axe, shield and helmet by the door. I hesitate, but go outside with only my helmet in my hands. Without anyone around I say a small prayer, hugging the helmet, and beg to Odin that they would understand. The sun was shining, but on the horizon I could see dark clouds forming. Signaling it's going to rain later, or a storm is coming, but it's too early. It's not even close to the deadly winter as we call it. I just wish it's not a storm. It's really something I don't need today. Vikings are already making their way to the arena, carrying weapons. I wonder why. Probably just in case something goes wrong. Most women I have passed to the arena are carrying a weapon and their children. Vikings are such gentlemen sometimes.

My father had already walked to the arena along with Gobber and the rest of the council. I walk down to the last gate of the opening to the arena with Gobber, watching my father holding a speech. I decide not to listen very much to what he has to say. He only says this because I have proven myself, but that still won't make me change how I feel about my past and about him. Astrid came up behind me with a worried expression and without her axe. She got closer and closer, and she… she kissed me! Woah, soft lips.

"Good luck out there," She said, blushing. I'm still shocked that she kissed me just like that, but I don't really mind. I mean, who would min getting kissed by the most beautiful girl in the whole archipelago?

"Thanks, Astrid. If anything goes wrong, make sure they don't find Toothless," I begged her, feeling my sadness strike over me again. I feel sad that I have to do this. It will end up successful or a big disaster. If it happens to be the second, my father could just kill me already. At least then I will be reunited with mum and get away from that monster. Yes. You heard me right. My father is a monster. And I don't plan to ever call him my father again. The gates open and Gobber pushes me inside with his hook hand, saying a good luck along with many other Vikings. Around me I can hear them say things like,

"Knock him dead!"

"You can do this Hiccup!"

"Show him what you've got!"

My first though was what if the dragon is a girl? Ever thought of that?

I lock eyes with my father as I walk over to the table of weapons. Thinking twice, I take the smallest weapon so I won't threaten the dragon too much, and along with a shield. Gobber had told me that every time someone would fight a dragon, they needed a shield. That's why I had to take the shield from the table. I must have gained some muscles due to training because the shield isn't as heavy as the first day. With a small dagger in my hand and the shield in my left I tell them I'm ready.

The door bolt makes a clicking sound, making its way up high. Before I know it, the monstrous nightmare is burning the insides of the wall down.

Definitely, a boy.

The crowd of Vikings grows silent as the dragon climbs walls, searching for a way out of there, shooting fire in an attempt to make a whole in the chained roof, but with Vikings crowding around the both of us, he stops in defeat. The dragon uses its wing claws to climb down lightly on the ground and it makes eye contact. We lock eyes as it moves closer, and I back up but slower than him. I drop my dagger and shield to the sides, holding out both my hands to calm it down. Around me I could hear the crowd whispering a bit too loud to each other. Mental note, Vikings cant whisper.

"What is he doing?"

"Stop the fight!" I hear Stoick say loudly enough for me to hear it.

"No! I need you all to see this. They're not what we think they are, we don't have to kill them," I try to talk reason with the crowd and Stoick, earning gasps as I never lose eye contact with the dragon in front of me. I slowly reach for my helmet and take it off, sighing heavily I toss it to the side. That was a mistake. I knew that. Stoick got angry and kept yelling, stop the fight, but I ignored him. Just like he have ignored me for as long as I can remember. The dragon sniffs my hands, and I've almost tamed him, but something happens. A loud clang could be heard, and both me and the dragon snaps out of the bonding we were doing, and his eyes turns back to its slits.

I back away just in time before the dragon eats my hands off. Stoick ruined it. He ruined everything. How do I know that? There's bended metal by his chair. He made that noise. If only he had waited a few more seconds he wouldn't set my life in danger. Out in the crowd I could hear people shouting and him making his way to the gates. Astrid stood there all along, watching everything that happened by the same level as me. Somehow she had managed to enter the arena, and thrown a hammer at the dragons head right before it got me. I sigh in relief, until I saw her being chased. Stoick opens the gate and Astrid runs into his arms. Don't get me wrong there.

The dragon shoots fire at the gates as I were about to enter them. The fire spread to the wooden gates and I run the other way in hope for it to follow me. And it did. It keeps chasing me for what feels like hours, until I heard a familiar screeching sound. Oh, man. Not now.

The dragon pin me down to the floor with its claws, Toothless shoots the metal walls in to splinters and smoke covers the arena around me. Suddenly, the monstrous nightmare is pushed away from my body, leaving a small scratch on my upper arm, but I ignore it. I watch as Toothless bites the dragon's neck in attempt to scare it off. He backs away from the dragon, protecting me as I lay there helplessly on the ground. Around me, Vikings yelled things like,

"Night Fury!"

"Somebody get in there and help him!"

That's when I noticed no one else, but me and the two dragons were in the arena. Every time the monstrous nightmare tries to get its way to me, Toothless scares him off. The dragon stops in defeat and I run up to Toothless, trying to push him out of the arena.

"Alright, Toothless. Go. Get out of here," he doesn't listen. Around me I could see Vikings jumping in to the arena, but no one else but my father by the gates. Without thinking clearly, I jump onto Toothless's back and he kicks everyone out of his way. Next thing I know, we're out of the arena and into the grey clouds. I look back, watching Vikings stare at us in awe, but Stoick looks more disappointed than amazed. Toothless flies faster, and we fly off to Odin knows where, but I know one thing. I will have to come back sooner or later.