Hey guys, quick update: I don't and won't post new chapters over the weekend. I consider this my weekday hobby and that's it. I'm also pretty lazy when it comes to writing. So if you're pretty buggy about getting new chapters, please just hold onto your seat. I'm also really glad some of you are enjoying the stories so far. I've got a nice long chappie coming up, but for now I'm pairing this info/update message with a little oneshot. Happy reading everyone, and please review :D

He stood quietly under the wavering tree. The small wisp of wind that blew through the branches above made him twitch. The boy was obviously unhappy. His body stature resembled that of a large troll, or a rather meaty boar. His posture was loose and slouched, he wasn't making an effort to stand up straight. Not only was he unhappy, but he was anxious. His eyes flicked uncontrollably around the surrounding area as if he was waiting for an ambush.

Naturally, there was nothing to ambush him but this anxiety was something he was used to. He was one of those people who didn't take things easily and was deathly afraid of the dark. Any small and sudden movement could send him running. He was a timid fellow, but tried to cover that up with emotion. People were always skeptical about him, mostly because he was so slow and afraid. Yet, here he stood. Under a tree. Waiting. Probably waiting for his doom, or at least his mental doom seeing as how any result he could picture of this event would end up with him insane. But he still waited.

The sound of nearing footsteps made him flinch. He thought to himself:

Here we go. My doom awaits.

Multiple images of terror arose in his noggin. He began to tap his feet out of habit. Nervously he clasped his hands behind his back and attempted to summon a composed face. It didn't work. He was really freaking out now. Should he bail? Run? Hide? But by the time his doom had reached the spot where he stood, Fishlegs was shaking uncontrollably from the mix of decision making and fear.

His doom approached him slowly, taking care not to scare the boy. Stoick knew that Fishlegs was not the most courageous of people, but he could at least stand still while the man talked to him. He threw a greeting at the boy who was obviously sweating and shaking due to nerves.

" 'Allo there Fishlegs." he said.

"H-hello Chi-Chief. How was your uh day?" Fishleg's voice sounded an octave higher than usual.

"Well, it was just fine now that you ask. But lets just get down to business, I'm a busy man. What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Uh- well just nothing in particular, y'know just- uh- wanted to, forewarn you about, well, this thing that's going to- er happen and it's quite important that you should know." Fishlegs rubbed his sweaty palms against his shirt. Stoick glared him in the eyes.

"What kind of 'happening' things are we talkin' about?"

"Just, dragon-y things, nothing serious, just- well just important to know."

"Go on boy..." Stoick sounded slightly annoyed.

"Wewantedtousesomeoftheunusedshipsfortrainingandta rgetpracticebutIdidn'tthinkshouldandIthinkthey'res tillgoingtousethemwithoutpermissionsoIwantedtomake sureweweren'tmakinganyonemadbecausetheyweremissing afewtriremes." Fishlegs talked so fast Stoick got lost.

"You want to use some spare boats for dragon training eh?" Stoick summarized.

"Ye-yes. Do I, I mean us, have permission?"

"Well sure now just don't go blowin' them up, those are hard work there boy."

Fishlegs broke into smile.

"Thanks Chief, I feel a lot better knowing I'm not going to get kill- I mean punished. I'll just, yknow leave now." Fishlegs bounded away avoiding Stoick's stare.

"Well wha'ever that was about, it better not involve me anymore."

Okay so that was literally a scrap job, I really couldn't think of anything other than what I'm writing (of which will be out soon) so forgive me if it was pretty skimpy and sucky, but it's the best I got for now. So I hope you guys are enjoying, and expect another story in the next few days! Bye :D

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