This'll be a shorter chapter, the next one should be out in a few hours. I'm not really good at this foreword stuff so just read or something.

Meatlug had Toothless' tail in her mouth as she dragged him out of Hiccup's house. He writhed, growling and clawing the ground, trying to crawl back to the house. Meatlug marched out, towing Toothless along, drawing stares from Dragons perched on the rooftops and some of the Vikings.

"Let go of me! I want to go back inside!"

"You've been in there for weeks already."

"It's too bright!"

"The Sun'll do you some good, 'hun."

"No! Let go of me!"

He'd gone into a self-imposed exile after seeing Stormfly with the other Nadder, or 'it' as he so fondly called him, and had stayed holed up there for three weeks, long enough to calm down but he hadn't gotten over it completely.

Meatlug sighed as she trotted forward, barely noticing as Toothless flapped his wings, trying to fly back. It didn't work. She growled, her mouth full of Toothless' tail, "You won't ever do any good inside that house."

"What's the use?" he cried out, crashing back to ground as Meatlug jerked her head. He cleaned his head of a bit of dirt and growled, "Did you see the way she was snuggling with it? Did you see how it fed her? Disgusting."

"Didn't she do the same thing to you?" Meatlug asked without looking back. Toothless flew back up and latched onto a hut's arch roof, his claws scratching out white furrows as he was pulled away. She said, "And anyways, she's still your friend, isn't she?"

She met a little resistance as Toothless hooked his claws on the edge of the roof, and promptly jerked her head, dislodging Toothless and making him crash into a flying Zippleback, making both squawk in surprise. He crashed back to ground and Meatlug continued pulling nonchalantly. "If you were a good friend you'd be happy for her."

Toothless snarled, baring his teeth.

"Very scary. Now, as I was saying before you started whining, Stormfly's new friend isn't leaving anytime soon, that's for sure, so we might as well get to know him."

"What!?" Toothless exclaimed. "We're going to see him? Nope, nope, I'm out, I'll just go back and curl up for the next few months."

"Uh-uh, 'hun, you are not running away."

"Ow, ow, ow! Watch the tail! You'll tear the sail if you bite so ha-" His voice shot up several octaves as she crunched down.

"That's better. Now, she said they'd be outside the big house, an-n-nd right over ther

Toothless paled when he saw them. They were seated calmly on the grassy patch outside the Great Hall, Hookfang, Stormfly and the Nadder. Hookfang was talking to the Nadder, raising his wings and showing off his many 'trophy' scars, while Stormfly looked on, smiling softly.

"Oh no, if you bring me up there I swear I will-"

"Stormfly! Hookfang! Look who I brought!"

Oh no. They all turned to look. Stormfly's face lit up and she stood up, calling, "Toothless! Where have you been?"

He began to turn around when Meatlug bit his tail harder, growling, "Come on! You're her friend!"

Toothless snarled, baring his teeth.

"Ok, at least pretend to be friendly to him."

Meatlug dragged him up the stone steps up to the Great Hall and deposited him, along with a rather bruised tail, in front of them.

The Nadder raised an eyebrow. "So, this is the great Toothless. I have to say you were right Hookfang, he is a bit short."

The Nadder was intimidating up close, larger than Stormfly who was already taller than Toothless. His scales were a deeper shade of blue with the yellow of his wings more orange-red than yellow. His voice was like smooth water, deep and melodious yet gravelly at times. He leant in and smelt Toothless' scent, part of how Dragons usually greeted strangers, but instead of baring his throat in a vulnerable fashion, he loomed over Toothless, growling, "You know, I once ate a yak larger than you."

Toothless drew himself up to his full height and looked up at the Nadder. "Well, you're welcome to try with me."

He was itching to fire a bolt of blue flames into it's scales. The Nadder growled deeply, before Stormfly laughed, "That's another thing about him, he has such a flair for the dramatic."

The Nadder sat back next to Stormfly, chuckling, "Only when you're around to impress."

Stormfly nipped his chin playfully and turned to look at Toothless. "Where have you been? Anyways, this is Hingejaw, he acts tough but he's a real sweety. Hingejaw, you know Meatlug."

Meatlug smiled to the Nadder and planted herself next to Stormfly.

"And this is our own little celebrity guest, Toothless!"

Hookfang caught Hingejaw's attention. "Now as I was saying, this long scar is from a Timberjack. Took me a bit of manoeuvring not to get sliced up."

"That sharp?" Hingejaw asked.

"Sharper. Anyways, how about you? I'm sure a suave Dragon like you has a few," Hookfang cleared his throat. "Trophies, ya' naw' wha' I'm sayin'?"

Dragon mating was, for lack of better words, dangerous and violent, complete with love bites and scratches, usually on the bellies. Scars and wounds were extremely common, even the odd dismemberment here and there. Toothless wondered, however, if Hookfang had really gotten all his scars from that, after all, his advice on relationships and flirting seemed quite strange.

"Well, in fact I have quite a collection…" Hingejaw began. Stormfly gave a snarl, smiling and growling at the same time.

"… uh, nah, I don't have too many. However," he looked down at Stormfly and nibbled one of her crown spikes. "I'm looking to add a few."

She giggled.

Toothless made eye contact with Hookfang, who seemed impressed, and made a disgusted face.

"So, how about you, Toothless?"

He turned to face Hingejaw, smirking at Toothless. "Where are your scars? A famous little lizard like you, don't expect me to believe you haven't had luck with females."

Toothless could tell from the mocking tone that they were going to have a wonderful friendship. He kept his smile plastered on and was trying to find something curt to retort, but Meatlug saved him. She said, "Toothless? Oh, he just saving himself for the right girl."

Hingejaw loomed closer, tilting his head so he looked at Toothless with only one golden eye. "I wonder who this right girl is? Of course, she'd have to be smart, funny, same species and- oh wait, there are no more Nightfuries besides you, sorry about that."

Toothless thought to himself, Say that again and see what happens. Instead he laughed, "No worries, I'm a very patient waiter."

Hingejaw tilted his chin proudly. "Hm. How about you, Meatlug? You saving yourself too?"

"Oh definitely, 'hun, 'Imma be just waiting for the right boy to come along," she sighed dreamily. "Someone big and hunky and strong and BIG!"

"Well," Stormfly joked. "I'm glad I found Hinge first."

As they all shared a laugh Toothless forced out a chuckle that sounded like a dying animal. Thankfully they didn't seem to notice.

When the two of them flew off they were so close they kept on bumping their wingtips together. Immediately once they were out of earshot, Toothless growled to Hookfang and Meatlug, "I don't like him."

"And he don't like you!" Hookfang pointed out. "But besides the whole 'Alpha Male' act he had with you, he's a pretty chill guy."

"You're supposed to have my back!"

"Well you have to admit he's smooth, I'm starting to see why Stormfly's with him."

Toothless made a face and stamped around the grass, avoiding the imprint of flattened grass that Hingejaw had left. "He's bad for her, I'm telling you! You see the way he looks at her like she's some… some sheep he's stalking! How can she not notice?!"

He cringed and jumped away as he felt a sharp pain in his tail. He whirled around and saw Meatlug there. "Can you stop doing that!?"

"You need to calm down, 'hun. And don't you prejudge Hinge!" she replied sassily. "Maybe Stormfly likes is this way?"

Toothless made another face. "Are you serious? You know Storm better than me, would she want something like this?"

"I said 'maybe', and it's pretty obvious why he don't like you?"

"It is?"

Even Hookfang seemed to know. He chuckled, "Oh sweet, naïve brother, let me tell it to you straight. Our new friend 'Jaw thinks you're making a move on his girl."

"Or he could just hate me."

"Meh, that's one way of seeing it. But look on the bright side, it means he's scared enough to be an asshole to you."

So, as many of you know, all my stories have heavy influence from the Inheritance Series, a four book series, so a Quadrilogy? Tetralogy? Well, anyways, it's a series of four books written in beautiful detail about a boy, Eragon, who finds a Dragon Egg in the woods and when it hatches the Dragon, Saphira, bonds with him, making him the latest Dragon Rider. Problem is the Dragon Rider's Order has been exterminated years ago by a crazed, maniacal Dragon Rider King named Galbatorix. The series focuses on Eragon's journey as the new Dragon Rider and Saviour of the People and his journey to overthrow Galbatorix. What makes this series special is how it details both a beautiful fantasy world long past its golden age and also focuses on Eragon's personal life as responsibilities and expectations are heaped upon him. A great series, if you haven't read it yet then you should, like really, right now.

And on a side note, I've decided to pick up a fourth language, el Español, so without further adieu, Adiós, todos mis amigos.