Where did the time go?
There is a small explanation at the end of this chapter, but until then, here is the final section of "In Dragons We Trust"
Hiccup: Just hear me out, Dad. When a Monstrous Nightmare gets mad, his whole body bursts into flames! Look at these walls, not one single scorch mark.
"I one-hundred percent agree! A real Monstrous Nightmare could not have possibly rampaged in the Great Hall! That would be-" Fishlegs started.
"THAT'S ENOUGH...Fishlegs..." Stoick grumbled, clearly embarrassed.
Stock: Hiccup, until I have solid proof that it was something else, the dragons stay where they are!
Vikings: Fire!
Stoick smirked, "There! Proof!"
Stoick: The armory! Grab some buckets! ...Toothless?
The Vikings gasp in a collective breath of shock. Their beloved Night Fury was the cause of all this chaos?
Mildew: It was him! He set the armory on fire!
Hiccup rolled his eyes, evidently not convinced.
"Toothless, you are now my new role model," Tuffnut stated.
"He is not! He was mine first!" Ruffnut hollered.
"No way! He's mine!" Tuffnut yelled, punching his twin in the shoulder.
Hiccup: Toothless?
Stock: Every one of our weapons, gone!
Gobber: Prudence! My poor darling! I'm so sorry...you should have had a long, bloodletting life.
Gobber sniffed and discretely wiped a tear.
Discrete to all, except our Viking teens...
"What?! Prudy was my first love! What do you want from me?!"
"Ugh! I did NOT need to hear that!" Snotlout groaned.
Mildew: She didn't have to die, Gobber...Hiccup's dragon left us utterly defenseless.
Hiccup: Dad, you know Toothless wouldn't do this!
Mildew: Sure, listen to your boy, Stoick, that's what got us into this mess. (Taunting) See what happens when you leave your dragon all alone to wait outside?
Hiccup (stunned): What did you say?
The Vikings murmured quietly to each other, also pondering Mildew's statement.
Gobber: Sadie! Oh, I guess your throat-slicing days are over.
Stock: These dragons have done too much damage. It's no longer safe to have them on Berk. I want them gone.
Hiccup: WHAT!?
The teens screamed in outrage, the Vikings gasped, and the chief face-palmed.
...This was not good for his reputation.
Mildew: Finally!
Stoick: Round them up, and take them all to dragon island. By the end of the day tomorrow, there will be no more dragons on Berk.
Mildew (estatic): Oh! What a glorious day that will be! Party at my house! It's about time! (Slyly) Don't forget boy, right after you drop off your dragon, you'll be fixing my roof!
"...On the bright side, I don't think I've ever seen Mildew so happy?" Fishlegs said.
"Always positive, eh Fishlegs?" Tuft said.
"I always try to have a optimistic mindset..." Fishlegs stated.
"LAME!" the twins chorused, high-fiving and head-butting.
"Someone has to on this Thor-forsaken island," Fishlegs grumbled, crossing his arms in defeat.
Snotlout, Astrid, and Hiccup pointedly ignored them, focusing on the screen before them.
(At Dragon Island...)
Hiccup: This is wrong.
Astrid: I know, it's horrible...it's the worst day of my life.
Hiccup: No, Astrid, something here doesn't add up.
Fishlegs: All I know is, I'm losing my dragon.
Hiccup: For now, yeah. Okay, but I-I just need time to fix this.
Snotlout: What are you talking about? It's over.
Ruffnut: Forget it, it's over.
Tuffnut: Yeah, forget it.
(The teens part ways with their beloved friends)
Astrid: I'm gonna miss you.
Astrid gasped, her hands flew to her mouth, and she fought to contain her emotions. She was a Viking after all...
Fishlegs: Okay, Meatlug, there's plenty of rocks if you get hungry, and don't eat any limestone! ...You know it doesn't agree with you.
Fishlegs, on the other hand, didn't bother controlling himself, and burst into a set of tears, "This is the saddest thing ever! This is even worse then when Snotlout and the twins used to pick on Hiccup!"
The crowd became silent.
"Uh, Fishlegs, we don't talk about that anymore...remember?" Astrid said.
"No, no, it's okay, it's not a big deal..." Hiccup said.
"Yes it is!" The teens said.
"Look, if I haven't said it before," Snotlout started, before whispering in his cousin's ear, "I'm sorry. You're actually much cooler then I thought."
"What he said," the Ruffnut said.
"Uh...yeah. What she said, a-a-and what he said," Tuffnut added.
"...Thanks," Hiccup said, partially amused.
Snotlout: Be strong, buddy, I know you're gonna miss me... (Hookfang chases a winged created)
Snotlout: Okay. He's crying...he's crying on the inside.
"Snotlout on the other hand..." Hiccup started.
"Stupid dragon," Snotlout huffed.
Hiccup: I'll be back for you, I promise.
(Toothless follows)
Hiccup: No, bud, you gotta stay here and take care of the other dragons. It's gonna be okay, Toothless...trust me.
(The teens begin sailing back to Berk)
Hiccup: There's something Mildew said that I can't stop thinking about...he said, "See what happens when you leave your dragon to wait outside?" He knew Toothless wasn't with me just before the armory fire!
Astrid: So?
Hiccup: So? He lives on the other side of the island! What was he doing in town, and how would he know where we were before the fire?
"Oh," came the collective reaction from the other Vikings.
Astrid: You really think he set that fire?
Hiccup: I think he did all of it, and I think he did it so my dad would get rid of all the dragons.
Astrid: That's a pretty serious accusation.
(pauses)
...How are you gonna prove it?
"Detective Hiccup, off to save the day again," Tuffnut said, standing up on his sister's shoulders and waving his arms around for the desired effect.
"...What do you mean 'again'?" Hiccup asked.
"...Uh..." Tuffnut replied, "Well...like when you...uh...let me think...think...think...think...nope I got nothing."
Ruffnut face-palmed, "Idiot."
In doing so, Tuffnut no longer had enough support to hold him up, which sent him crashing onto the ground.
Hard.
The teens winced.
"Tuff? You okay?" Fish legs asked worriedly.
Tuffnut shakily stood up, "That...was...AWESOME! Go again?!"
Snotlout rolled his eyes, "Idiot."
(Scene change; Hiccup stealthily sneaks into Mildews home, to find clues)
Hiccup (looking at portraits): Wife. Wife. Wife. Hmm...well, Mildew definitely has a type.
Snotlout gagged.
(Opens the closet to discover Zippleback prints and a Monstrous Nightmare claw)
Hiccup: What the...
The village turned to glare at Mildew.
Mildew shrunk, all words taken from his mouth.
(Footprints are heard; Hiccup hides)
Mildew: I'm home, ladies! Oh! What's that, you say? ...Nothing? ...Perfect.
(Opens the closet)
Mildew: Ahh, these served us well, didn't they, Fungus? Shame we have to get rid of them.
The Vikings turned away from the guilty Viking, as they began to complain to their neighbors about what they hated most about the smelly Viking.
Firstly, I graduated from high school! Secondly, I know I said I would update certain stories by certain dates, but that obviously didn't happen. Now that I am officially on summer break, I am hoping to put aside some time to write some quality work for you all to enjoy. Unfortunately, I seem to be more interested in reading, rather then writing, nowadays, but I'm hoping that will change soon!
*To all of you that follow QUIT PRESSURING ME!...I know. I know I have left you all hanging with Hiccup's interrogation for the longest time, and I apologize. To write the final chapter, I will need to reread the story, and try and remember what I had planned.
If you have any questions or story requests, feel free to let me know!