Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD and whenever I think about it, I get in a bad mood.

Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading this! Thanks to all your support and reviews, this has become my most successful story yet! I couldn't have done it without you. And I won't be able to do it without you later, so keep those reviews coming!

P.S. I don't think you understand how much I love Hiccup.

Hiccup and Astrid kept their word to Stoick and didn't tell a soul about the Night Fury. Their secret was safe for now if Gobber could keep his mouth shut. (He wasn't known for being very trustworthy.)

Hiccup set out for the forge a few hours after Astrid had left. When he walked outside, the surrounding groups of Vikings doing their daily business in the village stopped what they were doing and stared at him.

"Hey. How's it going?" he said glumly with a wave. He really wished he hadn't screwed everything up for everyone last night.

As he shuffled down the front steps, the Vikings resumed their daily activities but began to whisper among each other. He knew it was nothing positive because he always caught one word of their mutterings: "Astrid.

To Hiccup's horror, the news that he and Astrid were to be married within two weeks time spread through the village like wildfire. He hoped Astrid wasn't taking this the wrong way, but she was probably wrong, so he tried to keep his mind from wandering to the subject.

Nearby, Snotlout and Tuffnut were whispering loudly about his bride-to-be.

"He's lucky he's the son of the chief," grumbled Tuffnut, "She wouldn't take him otherwise."

"She better not take him!" said Snotlout, glowering at the scrawny Viking, "Or he's gonna get it."

"She probably won't: he's useless. If he wasn't Stoick's son, he would have been thrown out of the tribe ages ago."

"I can hear what you're saying about me, Snotlout." said Hiccup. Tuffnut and Snotlout snorted with laughter at Hiccup as he shuffled away.

His veins pulsed with fury. If only he didn't have to keep that dragon a secret! All thanks to his genius, and a great assist from Astrid, Berk would know how to deal with a Night Fury… but they would never know… If only Stoick hadn't made them keep it a secret… Hiccup did not want to anger his father any more than was necessary.

By the time he reached the forge, Gobber was not there yet. Hiccup set to work at sharpening a few swords that hung on the wall. Since he had ditched his job last night, he had a lot of work cut out for him. Gobber only had one hand and could only do so much.

Shortly after Hiccup's arrival, Gobber hobbled in on his one leg. "So how's your black eye?"

Hiccup blushed furiously as he tried to deny it. "How-what-I didn't- what are you talking about?" he blustered.

Gobber chuckled, "Hehehe, keep your hair on, I'm only joking!"

"Some joke," muttered Hiccup.

"Your father and I were just talking about you."

"When are you not?"

Stoick and Gobber had been very close friends for as long as Hiccup could remember, which was how he had gotten to work as his apprentice.

"You've had a lot on your mind lately, haven't you?" Gobber asked.

Hiccup stopped sharpening the sword he was working on. He was mildly stunned that Gobber was showing mild concern for him. He never had in the past. How peculiar, pondered Hiccup. Whenever Gobber was acting strange it wasn't a good sign. Hiccup slowly said, "Yeeeees… Why do you ask?"

"What with all the raids and getting married to Astrid and that Night Fury…"

"Shhhh! My dad said we're not supposed to be talking about that!" said Hiccup bitterly, wishing they could freely talk about his genius.

A voice said from behind them. "What about that Night Fury?"

Gobber told the passing Viking, "Oh. You'll never believe what that Astrid Hofferson girl did during the last raid!"

"What?"

"She brought down a Night Fury!" whispered Gobber loudly.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"How'd she do it?"

"No one knows. Stoick wouldn't tell anyone. I wonder-"

Hiccup interjected, "Because Astrid brought down the Night Fury with my invention."

Gobber and the other Viking laughed in Hiccup's face. "Vikings and dragons will stop fighting by the time one of your inventions works. Which reminds me…" Gobber wheeled in the mangler. "I found this over there this morning. You really need to stop all-this."

"What," said Hiccup sarcastically, "leaving my precious stuff lying around? It was Astrid, I'm telling you, who brought down the Night Fury with that invention."

"Whatever you say. What were we talking about?" asked Gobber as the Viking left.

"You were saying that I had a lot on my mind?"

"Oh yeah! That! Listen, Hiccup. You need to get your head out of the clouds. Your dad and I have decided that in order to keep you from going soft, you get your wish. Dragon training. Besides, it will give you a chance to talk to Astrid." he added with a smile.

At that moment, he could care less about dragon training. He didn't want to have anything to do with Astrid. The green monster reared inside Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. He had to seek revenge on the glory that she had taken away from him. And the only way to do that…would be to kill that dragon.