"Hm... I gotta admit this, you're good, but probably not as good as I am." Snotlout smirked to Atticus's help.
"We'll see." Atticus smirked back.
The vikings all fought against the dragons.
"That boy's back." Spyro whispered to Atticus.
"Hiccup..." Atticus sighed.
"Come on. Gimme something to shoot at, gimme something to shoot at." Hiccup said as he launched a catapult.
And where the catapult hit a Viking as he came over to get a weapon.
"Oh, I hit it!" Hiccup cheered, thinking he hit a dragon. "YES! I HIT IT! Did anybody see that?"
A very spiky and fiendish dragon known as a Monstrous Nightmare then suddenly came up and crushed the catapult.
"Except for you." Hiccup said, nervously, and where he soon got chased by the dragon.
Stoick soon heard a shrill screaming and turned to see his son was in danger. "DO NOT let them escape!" He then told the others.
"Right!" Another viking replied.
Hiccup ran to hide behind a torch pole to avoid the dragon only for the Monsterous Nightmare to attack it with its fire. Stoick punches the beast and jumps back to defend himself. The dragon tries to breathe fire, but coughs up only a few drops of flaming liquid instead, having exhausted its shots.
"Nice one." Patrick admired.
"You're all out." Stoick said, aggressively.
The dragon was soon defeated and quickly fled away out of fear. The torch pole soon fell down. The dragons soon escaped and they got away with the food of the village.
"Sorry, Dad," Hiccup said nervously to Stoick who looked a bit angered. "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury."
Stoick didn't say anything, but grabbed Hiccup by the back of his shirt and drags him towards his house. Spyro kept hiding in his hiding place.
"You okay, Dad?" Atticus asked.
"I gotta say, I haven't had that much fun in years!" Patrick chuckled.
"I'll take that as a yes." Atticus smiled.
"Heh..." Patrick smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, I had a pretty good time. You doing okay?"
"Yeah." Atticus nodded before he went to check on Spyro.
"Yay! Bonding!" Patrick cheered.
Atticus chuckled before checking on his own dragon. "You okay, Spyro?" he then asked.
"I don't like these people," Spyro pouted. "They hate dragons."
"Don't worry, I promise that they won't hurt you." Atticus said.
"Really?" Spyro asked.
"Cross my heart." Atticus smiled.
This then made Spyro smile back. Atticus soon picked up Spyro and hid him in his pocket like before. Spyro looked up, but stayed hidden.
"It's not like the last few times, Dad!" Hiccup's voice was heard. "I mean, I really actually hit it! You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down, just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there, before it-"
"STOP! Just... Stop," Stoick scolded. "Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter's almost here and I have an entire village to feed!"
'It's almost winter?' Atticus thought to himself.
"Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?" Hiccup nervously asked.
A random viking soon rubbed his stomach in offense to that.
"Kind of a scrawny little thing, isn't he?" Patrick commented to Atticus about Hiccup's stature.
"You said it." Atticus said.
"Kinda reminds me of you when we found you." Patrick teased.
"Ha Ha, so funny." Atticus rolled his eyes to his dad's joke.
Stoick and Hiccup soon had a serious talk and Atticus couldn't help but feel sorry for Hiccup. He was soon taken back home.
Eventually, everyone else was gathered in a place known as The Meade Hall.
"Either we finish them, or they'll finish us!" Stoick announced to his fellow vikings. "It's the only way we'll be rid of them! If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave. They'll find another home! One more search. Before the ice sets in."
Everyone thought that it was too dangerous to do the search.
"Those ships never come back." A viking commented.
"We're Vikings! It's an occupational hazard!" Stoick replied. "Now who's with me?"
"Today's not good for me," Another viking said. "I've gotta do my axe returns."
"Alright," Stoick smirked slightly. "Those who stay will look after Hiccup."
This instantly made everyone agree to the suggestion, and where that's what Stoick was expecting.
"Right, I'll pack my undies."The blacksmith commented.
"No, I need you to stay and train some new recruits." Stoick told him.
"Oh, perfect. And while I'm busy, Hiccup can cover the stall," The blacksmith replied, sarcastically. "Molten steel, razor sharp blades, lots of time to himself... What could possibly go wrong?"
"Man, no one seems to care about Hiccup..." Patrick said as that sounded depressing, he was just a kid after all. "Maybe I should stay behind."
The two men soon walked off together.
"Ah, Patrick, you coming along?" Stoick asked.
"I'm gonna stay behind." Patrick said.
"Suit yourself..." Stoick said, patting him on the head.
'I wonder how he's doing?' Patrick thought to himself as he winced only slightly and touched his own hair as the two men went off before talking about Hiccup.
Hiccup was soon seen wandering through the forest. Atticus and Spyro bonded together since Patrick went to check out the meeting. They both soon noticed Hiccup.
"Oh, the gods hate me." Hiccup sulked.
"Hey, hey, that's no way to talk." Atticus said as he quickly hid Spyro.
"But it's true!" Hiccup told him. "Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an ENTIRE DRAGON?!"
"Well, maybe it landed further." Atticus said.
"What're the chances of that?" Hiccup sulked.
Atticus soon walked with him and they walked together only to find a trapped dragon which was black and had wings.
"Is that it?" Atticus asked.
"Oh, wow. I did it. Oh, I did it!" Hiccup instantly cheered. "This fixes everything! Yes! I have brought down this mighty beast!"
The dragon soon showed it was alive and shoved Hiccup away.
"Or not..." Atticus smiled sheepishly.
"Whoa! ...Not a problem..." Hiccup said before taking out a knife and glared to the dragon which made Spyro scared. "I'm going to kill you, dragon. I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking. I am a VIKING!"
"Hiccup, what if the dragons only do the things that they've been doing because they have no choice?" Atticus said.
"As if dragons have feelings other than hunger or greed and anger..." Hiccup replied.
"Hiccup, look at him..." Atticus advised as the fallen dragon looked scared.
Hiccup soon looked and saw that Atticus was right. Spryo pouted from inside of Atticus's pocket, feeling bad for the fellow dragon.
"I... I did this..." Hiccup muttered in realization, even dropping his knife. "You're right, Atticus."
"There is one way you can make it up to this dragon." Atticus said.
Hiccup looked to his knife and he soon picked it up and began to cut the ropes. The dragon stirs, opening its eyes. It was soon freed from the ropes and roared into Hiccup's face before flying away and leaving him unharmed, though his flight seemed a little off.
"I think that was his way of saying thank you." Atticus said.
"I... I think so...?" Hiccup blinked, a bit scared.
"Hey, he didn't eat you..." Atticus smiled.
Hiccup soon whimpered and suddenly fainted.
"Wow." Spyro said.
Atticus began to try and wake up Hiccup.
"How do you wake up a Viking?" Spyro asked.
Atticus soon went up to a lake, collected some water, and splashed it onto Hiccup's face. Hiccup gasped and grunted, suddenly waking up.
"That always works at school." Atticus chuckled.
"Thanks for waking me up." Hiccup sighed.
"See? Not all dragons are bad..." Atticus comforted. "And, who knows? Maybe the ones who are hungry aren't either?"
"You seem to know a lot about dragons..." Hiccup commented.
"I just put my perspective on things." Atticus said.
Spyro smiled, though stayed hidden for right now.
"Maybe you have a point though..." Hiccup had to admit. "I don't think I should kill a dragon... I don't think I'll even be able to."
"And you don't have to." Atticus said.
"Do you think that would be okay?" Hiccup asked, nervously.
"Yes, besides, everyone and animals have feelings." Atticus said.
Spyro smiled to that.
"Um... All right... I'll tell my dad, but... You have to come with me." Hiccup decided.
"Okay." Atticus said.
Atticus and Hiccup then went back to find Stoick who was at their home with Patrick.
"Don't be scared of your father," Atticus advised. "Look him in the eye, and show him you're serious."
"You're right." Hiccup gulped.
They soon came into Hiccup's home.
"Hiccup." Stoick spoke to his son.
"Dad! Uh... I have to talk to you, Dad." Hiccup stammered nervously.
"I need to speak with you too, son." Stoick said.
The two of them soon spoke at the same time.
"You go first." Stoick suggested.
"No, no, you go first." Hiccup replied.
"Alright," Stoick said before explaining. "You get your wish. Dragon Training. You start in the morning."
"Uh, Hiccup, maybe you should tell your dad what you were about to say." Atticus said.
"Oh, man, I should've gone first!" Hiccup panicked right away. "Uh, 'cuz I was thinking, you know, we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings, but do we have enough... Bread-making Vikings, or small home repair Vikings-?"
"You'll need this." Stoick said before passing Hiccup an axe.
'Didn't his dad listen to what he just said?' Spyro thought to himself.
"Stoick, I think your son is serious..." Patrick advised.
"Oh, come on, he wants to kill dragons." Stoick replied.
"Rephrase: Dad, I can't kill dragons." Hiccup said.
"But you will kill dragons." Stoick argued.
"I think we should stay out of this." Atticus whispered to his dad.
Patrick nodded in agreement.
Eventually, Hiccup was roped into going to the Dragon Training Arena as his father told him to, no matter what, and where Atticus was going to be with him.
"I don't really need to give you much advice, you already know what to do..." Patrick said. "Just remember, no matter what happens, I love you."
"Thanks, Dad." Atticus smiled.
"You could never disappoint me, I knew from the moment I first laid eyes on you, you were destined for greatness... Just good luck." Patrick said.
"Don't think I'll need it, but thanks again, and I'll be sure to feed Spyro while I'm dragon training." Atticus replied.
"That's a good boy!" Patrick smiled.
Hiccup looked jealous to Atticus and Patrick's bonding, wishing he and his own father could be that close.
'This is going to be interesting.' Atticus thought to himself.