A/N: Chapter 16! Another Alvis and Sven chapter, requested by idontcare14. Thanks for the prompt! And thank you guys for a hundred reviews! I'm so honored! This is my first fic to get so many.

Also, I plan on doing an outcast chapter, I just need to find time to watch an episode. So everybody that asked for one like that, I promise I haven't forgotten you, ha.

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"Ha! I win again!" Sven taunted as Alvis lied on his back, his toy sword knocked from his hands.

Sven waved his in his friend's face.

Eggshell growled and spit warning shots of fire at him.

"AH!"

Sven backed away while Alvis laughed hysterically.

"Oy, get your butts in order." A stern voice snapped behind him.

Snoutlout approached them, something large and wiggling under a blanket in his arms.

He sighed.

"I can't believe I'm doing this…"

"Hi, Mr. Jorgenson!" Alvis beamed.

"Hey, Dad." Sven said. "What's with the blanket?"

"Something I will regret very much." Snoutlout answered.

He removed the blanket to reveal a baby Monstrous Nightmare puffing and biting air as he waggled his tail.

"He just hatched a bit ago. Hookfang's the father. Happy late Snoggletog I guess."

He reluctantly thrust the creature into Sven's hands.

His eyes grew wide.

"I…I can just take him?"

"Before I change my mind."

Sven put the dragon into Alvis' hands and hugged his father.

Snoutlout's expression softened and he ruffled his son's straw-colored hair.

"Thank Al, son. He's done so well with Egg, Hiccup convinced me to give you one of Hookfang's next brood."

"He's really cute, Mr. Jorgenson." Alvis said as the little dragon nuzzled him. "Even though he's gonna grow up to be all big and scary like Fangy."

"Hookfang's not scary." Sven informed him in bewilderment.

"Well you don't have to worry about that right now." Snoutlout said. "He won't be big enough to ride for a few years. Hiccup said it might be best to get you two bonded before that."

Alvis' and Sven's eyes lit up.

"Forest?"

"Forest."

They chased each other around trees in the dying sunlight, laughing, taking turns holding the baby dragon. Their boots were muddy, their vests were full of twigs, and their pants had rips in the knees as they tramped around.

Toothless, who Hiccup had mandated they take along, walked behind them eying the baby dragon. Eggshell kept pace with Alvis.

"Whatcha gonna name him?" Alvis asked as they climbed a hill, wiping dirt off his face.

"Who cares! I have a dragon! This is so awesome!"

Sven excitedly held the dragon above his head. He immediately began squalling.

"But you can't ride him yet…"

"Shut up Al, I'm gloating." Sven ordered, his expression unamused.

Alvis was about to retort when low growls and snapping branches took their attention.

"Dragons?" Sven wondered.

"Uh-uh…" Alvis gulped.

Three enormous wolfs were prowling toward them, their deep grey fur on end, their teeth bared and their eyes red.

Sven shivered and held his dragon tighter.

"Definitely not dragons…"

Alvis pulled out a small knife from his vest that his mother made him keep for protection.

Toothless tackled the largest wolf and they went sprawling down the hill.

The other two lunged at the boys.

They immediately backed off as fire erupted from the infant dragon.

The baby dragon was on fire, hissing and glaring at the wolves.

As they scampered off, the ball of fire subsided and he was a normal dragon again.

Both boys sighed heavily in relief.

He looked at his master for approval eagerly.

Sven scratched him behind the ears.

"That was scary…" Alvis trembled, dropping his dagger.

"Yeah, but, I at least got his name out of it." Sven said happily. "Wolfsbane."

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