To Guest 1- No, he's not. Why, you may ask? I'M IN DENIAL! And I'll try and make the story worthwhile; it's just getting ideas at the moment.

To Guest 2- Thank you!

To Guest 3- I'm seventeen and absolutely obsessed. I cried so much seeing HTTYD 2, but I've only seen it once, you lucky thing. I've got no money to go and see it again, so you've no idea how jealous of you I am right now. It is one of the best movies I've seen, top five instantly.

To Guest 4- I know! I didn't mean for her to be, trying to keep her as in character as possible, but I ship Hiccstrid so much! Thank you!

To Thecrazyfrog- I thought it was! But I wasn't sure, 'cos I don't think anyone else has mentioned it, so I just added it in there as part of the idea.

This is a rewrite of chapter three, because I stupidly included the dragons when they were supposed to be gone.


"Drago's not here." Snotlout sighed irritably. "Let's just go."

"Shut up, Snotlout."

"Why? What's he gonna do?" Astrid glared at him and he retreated, grumbling, to sit on a large boulder protruding from the edge of the cliff they had gathered on. They all knew what Drago was capable of- even Ruff and Tuff- but Snotlout was far too proud to admit such a thing.

"I can't believe he has a cape of-" Fishlegs glanced abruptly and hastily at Hiccup, even though the chief was a good distance out of earshot. All the same, he lowered his voice when he next spoke. "Of Night Fury skin." A look of horror and awe crossed his porky features. "How did he manage to kill one? That's what I want to know."

"Fishlegs." Astrid sighed gruffly. He pressed his lips together and stared down at his feet.

"I'm so bored." Tuffnut complained, flopping backwards to the ground.

"Yeah…" His sister agreed. "Do we have to sit here?"

Astrid gave another sigh, a much more irate one this time. Why she always got stuck with the clowns- or how- she would never know, but it was for the joint benefit of protecting Berk and keeping an eye on Hiccup.

All he had been doing was throwing rocks as hard as he could into the ocean, Toothless sleeping not far from him. The Night Fury had grown bored trying to catch the rocks and bring them back and had settled on his back, pawing at the sky every so often and snapping his jaws. She and Hiccup had had many conversations involving Toothless's sleeping moments, all of which were hilarious. The dragon was, without a doubt, scavenging for fish or attention.

Mentally slapping herself to focus, she headed down the winding slope of the cliff.

"Keep an eye out." She told the others over her shoulder. She suspected Snotlout looked ready to protest, but he remained silent. No good would come from arguing with the chief's partner. Not just because the chief would be involved, but this certain partner would brutally extract his intestines with her bare hands and string him up, battered and broken, for all of Berk to laugh at.

She reached Hiccup a short while later, yet he didn't notice her arrival.

Grabbing Hiccup's arm as he pulled it back to throw yet another rock, she told him, "I think the beach is tidy now, Hiccup."

"One more." He insisted. She let him go and he threw the rock, but it didn't go as far as the other ones.

"Better?" He nodded, dusting his hands down on his shirt. He was clearly having a lazy day today, dressed in his regular green shirt and brown trousers. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the scars of an experienced dragon trainer. "Want to go and confuse the twins?"

"Don't tempt me." He replied with a feeble smile. The sign of humour disappeared within seconds and, with a distressed sigh, he sank to the sand. Astrid checked on his dragon before sitting beside him. To get his attention, she tugged on one of his braids. "It's that cape of his." He admitted, his features contorted with anguish. "It's new, that much is obvious. But where did he get it? Toothless is the only Night Fury."

"There could be others out there, Hiccup."

"Like the Isle of Night?"

"OK, that was a set-up. But he has evidence of them being somewhere. They're just very elusive." Toothless mewled and rolled onto his side, flicking his tail up to hide his face.

"I need to find them."

"You need to sort out this Drago situation." He just hummed in non-commitment. "What did your dad say?"

"He wants to set up defences all the way around Berk. Most of his plans involve the dragons though." Pulling a face, he switched to his gruff imitation of his father, "I know there are flaws in my ideas, son. I don't see you giving any good ideas."

"You're distracted." Astrid analysed. "How about you focus on Drago and I'll take the others and figure out this Night Fury bit?" His eyes found hers. She could see the battle raging behind the rich green- he wanted to search for the Night Furies himself, but he was chief and he had responsibilities now, ones he had to follow to make both his parents proud and do what was best for Berk. He couldn't shirk these anymore.

"OK." He agreed reluctantly, collapsing back onto the sand.

"Everything will work out fine, Hiccup." She assured, brushing sand from his hair. "You're a great chief."

"I don't feel like it." He countered quietly, scanning the sky. It was a fairly warm day for Berk, the sky dotted with fluffy white clouds. The pale blue of the sky danced across the green in his eyes, giving them an underwater effect. "I only agreed to it so Mum and Dad could sort themselves out, but I just feel like I'm letting everyone down."

"You're not." She promised. "Go and ask someone; they'll say you're great."

"Not as great as Dad."

"You've only just started though. Considering that, you're doing well. Really well." She clarified. He still looked doubtful, chewing his lip. "Don't you think I'd have told you otherwise?" His brow furrowed and he looked at her. She smiled mischievously. She was well-known for her brunt truths.

Kissing him lightly, she smiled. "Glad that's settled. Now-" But anything else she wanted to say what cut off by a torrent of sand and a familiar dragon chortle.

Astrid was knocked back by a playful dragon trying to keep Hiccup to himself. Say what you like about Toothless, he just wasn't always up for sharing.

"Tooth- ugh." Hiccup choked and spluttered.

"Toothless!" Astrid protested, sitting up to frown in mock protest at the Night Fury. The dragon didn't give her a second thought, happily burying his best friend in the sand. "Toothless!" Astrid scrambled to her feet, waving her hands. "Shoo!" Toothless bounded away, gurgling happily again. "Hiccup?"

"'M OK!" He spat sand out as he tried to unbury himself, with very little success. With one arm free, he flicked a pebble at his dragon. "Bad dragon!" Toothless gave one of his trademark, gummy smiles and ploughed away.

Together, they mostly dusted Hiccup down, but there was sand everywhere and he decided to head home. Astrid was all for going with him, but faint yelling ripped all like thoughts from their minds.

"I'm going to kill those two."

"Shouldn't have told me that."

"You won't find the bodies." He did not like that look on her face, yet he loved it too. How was that possible?


Stoick and Valka were sat at the table when Hiccup walked in, whatever conversation they were having hurriedly shushed upon his entrance. They shared a quick and amused, but secretive glance before snickering at their son's obvious misfortune.

"What happened to you?" His mother laughed.

"Toothless. And a beach. Mostly the beach."

"It's amazing there's anything left of the beach!" Stoick joked. Hiccup humoured him as best he could, pulling off his boot to clear it of any sand. "We need to talk to you."

"And there was the seriousness I was waiting for." Stoick stared at him, unamused. "I've got Astrid and the others working on the Night Fury research and I thought about scouting out the Dragon Sanctuary to see if I can figure out any more about what Drago's planning."

"It's not that." Hiccup frowned. "At the moment." Stoick added. He shifted uncomfortably, his wife smirking at his obvious, but unexplained discomfort. "We'll get to that later."

"Stop side-tracking, Stoick!" Valka reprimanded, laughing.

"You tell him then." He muttered, looking down and tracing the patterns on the rough table.

"Your father and I aren't going to be around forever, Hiccup." She nodded at Stoick. "He wants grandbabies."

Another thing for Hiccup to worry about.

Yay for him.


Mostly a filler chapter and hopefully that last bit links in with future ideas.

Sorry for the rewrite. I didn't notice until two o'clock this morning :/