Okay, so onto chapter 6! Hope you all didn't mind the changes I made to some of the old chapters. But they need to be majorly revised. But onto this chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs.

EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS - DAY

Gobber raises a massive iron gate at the entrance of a vast stone arena.

GOBBER: Welcome to dragon training!

The recruits file through the gate, and out onto the arena floor. They take it in like gladiators entering the colosseum. The walls are covered in scorched silhouettes of blasted Vikings. It's a grim yet awe-inspiring place.

"About time we got some screen time." Tuffnut said aloud, earning the smiles of most of the other teens. Hiccup blinked, then groaned.

"Great. Dragon training. My favorite." He muttered, facepalming.

ASTRID: No turning back.

TUFFNUT: I hope I get some serious burns.

RUFFNUT: I'm hoping for some mauling, like on my shoulder or lower back.

Hiccup and Gabi sighed. "Only you two would want to be mauled." Gabi muttered out, rolling her eyes.

ASTRID: Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it.

HICCUP: (O.S.) Yeah, no kidding, right? Pain. Love it.

Hiccup and Gabi grinned as some of the teens laughed. They loved it when their sarcasm can cause others to laugh.

The recruits turn to see Hiccup behind him. Groans all around.

TUFFNUT: Oh great. Who let him in?

"Was having me join training really that bad of a thing?" Hiccup seemed to ask no one, earning some sheepish smiles from most of the teens.

GOBBER: Let's get started! The recruit who does best will win the honor of killing his first dragon in front of the entire village.

SNOTLOUT: Hiccup already killed a Night Fury, so does that disqualify him or...?

The recruits LAUGH and chatter in the background.

This earned some huffs of laughter and annoyance from the others. Snotlout looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. Hiccup frowned, petting Toothless' head for comfort.

TUFFNUT: Can I transfer to the class with the cool Vikings?

Gobber throws a supportive arm around Hiccup and ushers him along.

GOBBER: (cheery, in confidence) Don't worry. You're small and you're weak. That'll make you less of a target. They'll see you as sick or insane and go after the more Viking-like teens instead.

"Thanks for the boost of confidence, Gobber." Hiccup laughed out, smiling slightly. Gobber smiled.

"You're welcome."

GOBBER sticks him in line with the others and continues on toward five massive reinforced doors. Terrible ROARS and BELLOWS issue from within.

GOBBER: (CONT'D) Behind these doors are just a few of the many species you will learn to fight.

The dragons started to pay more attention. They wanted to know how much these humans actually knew about them.

Fishlegs bounces and giggles with excitement, barely able to contain himeself.

GOBBER: (CONT'D) The Deadly Nadder.

FISHLEGS: (under his breath) Speed eight. Armor sixteen.

The Nadders' looked on with interest and pride.

GOBBER: The Hideous Zippleback.

FISHLEGS: Plus eleven stealth. Times two.

The Zipplebacks nodded. Two heads means times two everything, right?

GOBBER: The Monstrous Nightmare.

FISHLEGS: Firepower fifteen.

The Nightmares grinned. They do catch themselves on fire, so it's only logical that they have a lot of firepower.

GOBBER: CAN YOU STOP THAT?! (BEAT) And...the Gronckle.

FISHLEGS: (quietly; to himself) Jaw strength, eight.

This earned some groans from the teens. "Do you ever shut up?" Snotlout muttered out, feeling very annoyed.

Gobber pulls a lever, raising the cross beam on the last of the doors.

SNOTLOUT: Whoa, wait! Aren't you going to teach us first?!

GOBBER: I believe in learning on the job.

Hiccup nodded. "That he does. You should have seen what he had me do on my first day in the blacksmiths." Many of the Vikings turned to Gobber, all looking concerned at him.

"What?" Gobber shrugged, think his learning methods were effective.

BAM! A GRONCKLE thunders out of its cave, charging into the ring like an irate rhino. The recruits scramble in every direction. Except for Ruffnut and Tuffnut who rush towards it, like pumped-up rodeo clowns.

The twins high fived at the screen-twins actions. The rest of the teens winced at the thought of that training day. Hiccup majorly wishing he could forget it.

GOBBER: (CONT'D) Today is about survival. If you get blasted, you're dead. Quick, what's the first thing you're going to need.

HICCUP: A doctor?

A few people got a kick out of that.

FISHLEGS: Plus five speed?

A lot of people groaned and rolled their eyes at the dragon nerd.

ASTRID: A shield.

GOBBER: Shields. Go.

The recruits scramble for shields, finding them scattered around the ring.

GOBBER: (CONT'D) Your most important piece of equipment is your shield. If you must make a choice between a sword or a shield, take the shield.

Some seemed to be a bit bewildered by the notion, but agreed with it nonetheless.

Hiccup STRUGGLES to lift his. Gobber helps him and sends him running.

Stoick frowned. 'How had he managed to become top recruit if he can't even lift a shield.'

Ruff and Tuff stand amidst a dozen shields. But only one has a skull painted on it. They both grab it.

TUFFNUT: Get your hands off my shield!

RUFFNUT: There are like a million shields!

TUFFNUT: Take that one, it has a flower on it. Girls like flowers.

All the girls groaned, a few glaring at the boy.

Ruffnut uses the shield to BASH Tuffnut in the face. He doesn't let go.

RUFFNUT: Ooops, now this one has blood on it.

A few people chuckled at the twins antics.

The Gronckle takes aim at the distracted twins. Blam! The shield is blasted out of both of their hands. Tuff and Ruff SPIN like tops and go down.

GOBBER: Tuffnut, Ruffnut, you're out!

TUFFNUT: (DAZED) What?!

RUFFNUT: (CONFUSED) What?!

Everyone started laughing as the twins sighed in annoyance. Hiccup smiled.

The Gronckle scoops up a pile of rocks and SWALLOWS them back. The teens gather on the far side of the ring.

GOBBER: Those shields are good for another thing. Noise. Make lots of it to throw off a dragon's aim.

The kids scoop up weapons and begin hammering on their shields. The Gronckle shakes its head at the clatter.

The dragons started to get disorientated from the clinging. The Night Furies nuzzled into their owners' sides to block out the noise. Hiccup and Gabi cover the dragons wrapped around them ears.

GOBBER: (CONT'D) All dragons have a limited number of shots. How many does a Gronckle have?

SNOTLOUT: Five!

FISHLEGS: No, six.

GOBBER: Correct, six. That's one for each of you!

"How convenient." Hiccup sighed out, shaking his head.

FISHLEGS: I really don't think my parents would- BAM!

Fishlegs has his shield blasted away.

GOBBER: Fishlegs, out.

Gobber spots Hiccup hiding from the Gronckle's molten slugs.

GOBBER: (CONT'D) Hiccup, get in there!

Many of the vikings seemed surprised on how the frightened teen managed to surpass the other teens.

ON ASTRID bouncing on her heels, ready to dodge a blast. Snotlout appears, trying to hit on her.

SNOTLOUT: So anyways I'm moving into my parents' basement. You should come by sometime to work out. You look like you work out-

She cartwheels out of the way, allowing a shot to shoot past her and hit Snotlout's shield. He's blasted onto his back.

Snotlout covered his face, which was red in embarrassment. Everyone just saw him fail at flirting with Astrid and fail at the training.

GOBBER: Snotlout! You're done!

Astrid ROLLS to a stop beside Hiccup, who stirs awkwardly, trying to look cool.

HICCUP: (VOICE BREAKING) So, I guess it's just you and me huh?

A few of the Vikings smiled at Hiccup trying to be tough in front of Astrid. Young love is so beautiful.

Hiccup, however, cringed. He was so awkward infront of her. Astrid, found it cute, in a dorky way. She smiled softly.

ASTRID: No. Just you.

Astrid ROLLS away. A split-second later a lava slug knocks Hiccup's shield clear off of his arm. Hiccup is exposed.

GOBBER: One shot left!

Hiccup panics and chases after his shield as it rolls across the ring. The sudden movement sends the Gronckle chasing after him, leaving Astrid in the clear.

GOBBER: (CONT'D) (WORRIED) Hiccup!

Everyone tensed up, looking at the screen with anticipation. Astrid feels guilty for not helping him, even if he survived without a scratch.

The Gronckle drives straight toward Hiccup, pinning him against the wall. It opens its mouth and cocks its tail, ready to fire point-blank.

Everyone in the theater held their breath, assuming the worst to happen to the boy. Toothless tensed, sensing a threat. Hiccup noticed, grabbing his head. "Toothless, I'm fine, right here." He spoke to the dragon, Toothless curling even more around the boy.

Gobber lunges in and hooks the Gronckle's mouth at the last second, causing its head to jerk back and fire against the stone wall above Hiccup's head.

Everyone released the breathe the were holding, relieved that the small boy was alright.

GOBBER: (CONT'D) (rattled, but masking it) And that's six!

Gobber wrestles the irate Gronckle back into his pen.

GOBBER: (CONT'D) Go back to bed, ya overgrown sausage! You'll get another chance, don't you worry.

Slam! Lock. Gobber turns to the recruits.

GOBBER: (CONT'D) Remember... a dragon will always, (with a stern look to Hiccup) always go for the kill.

He hoists Hiccup to his feet and walks off. Hiccup looks overhead to see a steaming pit in the solid stone wall.

"Apparently, they don't always go for the kill." Astrid pointed out, the other teens nodding in agreement. Gobber smiled, albeit strained.

"Well, that was information we didn't have yet." He laughed out awkwardly. Hiccup smiled, petting Toothless' head. Gabi smiled at the scene, before turning back to the screen.

Welp, there's chapter 6! Hope you liked it. Tell me what ya think. Bye!

~Kittylover23114