A/N

I am so so so sooooo very sorry for not updating in a while. It's just that school had taken it's toll on me, and I was a bit stuck in the story. (I wanted to put too much in one chapter, and that won't work). So now I've finally got it, and I hope you'll like it!

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The night had passed by, and slowly Berk was starting to live again.

Bucket and Mulch were up early. They'd realized that the best time to milt the yaks was early in the morning and around sunset.

'Mulch! This one won't give milk!' Bucket said. Mulch, already knowing where this was going to, sighed and turned around. When he saw the scene that was in front of him he sighed again. He walked over to Bucket, who was trying to milk a sheep.

'Bucket, when will you ever learn?' he said. Of course, he wasn't really mad. He understood that Bucket was trying as best as he could.

In an accident during a dragon raid, Bucked had smashed his head, and the only thing that could help was the bucket that was now on his head. He couldn't remember things from before the raid properly, and the only things he could memorize from that day were the people that lived on Berk and the nearby islands.

But the usual chores didn't last in his mind.

'Can you explain it to me one more time?' Bucket asked.

'Okay, listen closely, Bucket' Mulch said. He walked towards the sheep and patted it. 'Sheep give wool.'

Then he pointed towards the barn where the chickens were. 'Chickens lay eggs.'

And then he walked back towards the yak he was milking and patted it too. 'And yaks give milk. Do you understand, Bucket?'

'Uhm… Sheep give wool, chickens lay eggs and yaks give milk' Bucket responded.

Mulch nodded. 'That's right Bucket! Now let's milk the yaks together' he said.

Stoick sighed. What happened last night was something he didn't really could talk about, let alone comfort his son about. He never was that good in being a good father. Valhallarama was the one who cared for Hiccup, to make sure he was okay and that no harm came upon him. After she died, he didn't take over that role, so Hiccup was left to handle it himself.

Sure Stoick knew that, but he didn't know how to help him.

Stoick hoped that he could distract Hiccup from all those things with what he'd planned for him.

When Hiccup came downstairs, Stoick cleared his throat, making clear that he wanted to say something.

'What is it, dad?' Hiccup asked.

'I want you to learn what people do on this island. It'll help for when you become chief' Stoick said.

'Uhm, dad, I already know that.'

'What I mean is, I want you to help people with their jobs. Since you've been in the forge for a big part of your life, you don't have to help with forging. Today you're going to help Gobber with the dragons.' Hiccup, who'd been expecting worse, let out a small, relieving sigh, but Stoick didn't notice.

'I guess that I'll be going then' Hiccup said, and he walked out of the house, and towards the forge.

He was greeted by Gobber, who was currently replacing his prosthetic hook for a pincer.

'Ah Hiccup! So you're going to help me today, but not with forging! It's just like back then, isn't it?' Hiccup smiled. Gobber was right. It was just like back then, when Hiccup first came to the forge to be Gobber's apprentice. It was two months after his mother had died, and the reason he became Gobber's apprentice was that his father didn't have the time to look after him. Well, Stoick never told him that, but Hiccup knew that was the reason.

'Are you ready, Hiccup? Because it seems like someone needs our help' Gobber said, and Hiccup turned to look. And indeed there was someone nearing the forge with his dragons. When the man was close enough he could see that it was Spitelout, with his own Monstrous Nightmare. It was a female, called Herja. She looked like she was trying hard to not set herself ablaze or do anything to harm her rider.

'Gobber, I think something is wrong with Herja's teeth. She was almost setting our house on fire, and when I couldn't find a wound or something, I thought it had to be her teeth. Would you mind to take a look?' Spitelout asked.

'Sure. Hiccup, you could help me, okay?' Gobber responded. Only then Spitelout noticed his nephew standing a few feet behind Gobber.

'Sure thing, Gobber' Hiccup said.

'Oh hi Hiccup. I see Stoick wanted you to get to know the island?' Spitelout asked.

'Yeah, he did.'

'I can remember the days your father had to do that as well. Oh I can still laugh about the sheep' Spitelout said, a smile creeping up on his face.

'The sheep?' Hiccup asked, not knowing what his uncle was talking about.

'Oh yeah! I remember too! That was some fun indeed!' Gobber said, while he was looking into the mouth of Herja.

'Do you mind explaining it to me?' Hiccup asked. Spitelout nodded, trying to hold his laughter back.

'He can tell you while you are handing me the file. I have to smooth the surface a bit, then I can take out the tooth.' Hiccup walked over towards the table where the tools laid, and took the file. He then handed it over, while looking towards Spitelout, urging him to tell the tale. Spitelout understood, and cleared his throat.

'Your father was about your age, when he had to get to know the island as well. He'd been helping the fishermen, the people responsible for the kill ring, the bakers, and the fourth day, he had to help the farmers.

It was one of the better days on Berk, so the sheep could be outside the barn. When it was around sunset, he was asked to herd the sheep inside. Well, the first three went without complaining. Another four had to be persuaded, and the only one that was left was a half-grown sheep, just separated from its mother a few days ago. Stoick had to chase it for about half an hour before he could get it inside. The little sheep knew his surroundings, and managed to escape Stoick a few times. But after the sheep was inside too, he closed the door. What Stoick didn't know, was that he'd made a yak really nervous with chasing the sheep. When he had his back turned towards the yak, it charged at him, and Stoick was thrown at full-strength into a pool of mud.' All the while it became hard for Spitelout not to laugh, but after the mud-part he couldn't stop it anymore. 'Y-you should have se-seen his face! It was hilarious. He was still getting mud out of his ears two days after it happened' he said. Hiccup heard Gobber chuckle as well, and Hiccup had a smile on his face. He was surprised to hear that his dad had failed in his life too. He seemed like the one everyone could look up to, the one that never made a mistake, and never messed up.

After two more minutes, Gobber had taken out the teeth that was hurting Herja, and laid it on the table.

'That's that! Herja is as good as new' he said while he patted said dragon. Herja purred, and after Spitelout had thanked them, she walked with him back to the Jorgenson house.

'All right. That was the first one. Did you see what I did?' Gobber asked. Hiccup nodded.

'So you think you can handle the next one?'

The day went by, and some people just came by to say hello, while others came with their dragons for a check-up or to fix their dragons teeth. Hiccup was getting the hang of it, and soon he could almost immediately see what was wrong. Some had rotten teeth, while others were loose, and some even had…

'How, in Thor's name, would your mother's breastplate get stuck between your dragon's teeth?' Hiccup asked, still a bit surprised of what he'd to fix this time. Standing before him were Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and of course their dragon Barf and Belch.

'I don't know. I found Barf chewing on something, and when I took a closer look, I saw it was my mother's breastplate, and I couldn't get it out!' Ruffnut said, throwing her hands up in annoyance. Tuffnut only stared, a little smile stuck on his face.

Hiccup sighed. 'Okay, okay, doesn't matter. I'll just try to get it out.' He walked towards the right head that was Barf, and made the head open its mouth. There he could see it. The metal of the breastplate shimmered a little bit, and again Hiccup wondered how the dragon would manage to get something like this stuck between its teeth.

Gobber stood behind Hiccup, and watched how he tried to remove it. After fifteen minutes, and a lot of tools, the breastplate was finally out of Barf's mouth, and Hiccup gave it to Ruffnut.

'Please make sure that never gets there again' he said, and placed the tools back onto the table. Ruffnut nodded, while Tuffnut mounted Belch.

'Hey Ruff, wanna break some stuff?' he asked. A smile appeared on Ruffnut's face, and before Hiccup could stop them ,they were gone.