A/N: % - That's a percent sign. (I am tired)

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Chapter 8: See You Tomorrow

A few days later, I am yet again, late for Dragon Training. Yesterday we dealt with Gronckle again and I am bruised in places I didn't know I have. I'm relieved that we dont have to deal with that dragon for a few more days.

When I walk into the arena, Gobber shoves a bucket of water into my hands, then pushes me to where the other teens are waiting, also with buckets of water clutched in their hands. "Teams." Gobber says and looks at us all again. "Asher and Tuffnut, Ruffnut, Snotlout, Fishlegs and Iyn."

I move to stand next to the Ingerman girl as the twins smash their heads together, before moving towards their respective teammates.

Gobber walks up to the cage, "Everybody ready?" He asks. Fishlegs starts to raise her hand but Gobber rolls his eyes, "That was a rhetorical question."

He slams the lever down and the door bursts open, green gas spilling out into the arena. Fishlegs's eyes widen, "Zippleback." She breathes, putting her back to mine.

"Today is about teamwork." Gobber says. I dont shift my gaze to him, trying to spot the dragon in the gas. Gobber continues: "A wet dragon head can't light it's fire, the Hideous Zibbleback is extra tricky, one head breathes gas the other lights it."

"Ultimate destruction." Ruffnut says.

"I love it!" Tuffnut declares. Asher hushes him.

"Your job, is to know which is which." Gobber concludes.

Fishlegs whimpers, "Razor sharp teeth, and ignites venom from predigesting, prefers ambush attack crushing it's victims-"

"Will you please stop that!" I hiss. Fishlegs snaps her haw shut.

Snotlout and Ruffnut's voices ring through the arena.

"We are so onto this." Ruffnut says.

"If that dragon shows either of its faces- THERE!" Snotlout yells. Theres splashes and I look around hopefully. Maybe they got it-

"HEY!" Asher yells.

And that's a no.

"It's us idiots." Tuffnut says somewhere nearby. I dont catch what they said after that but Asher punches Snotlout and Tuffnut tackles his sister. Something reaches through the gas and grabs Tuffnut dragging him inside.

Well they definitely did not get it.

Ruffnut starts to move to the gas to chase after her brother but Asher holds out his hand, "Wait." He commands.

A tail sweeps out and Ruffnut and Asher are flung to their backs. Tuffnut burst out of the gas and breaks into a run holding his nose, "Oh I AM hurt! I am VERY much hurt!" He yells and races off.

Fishlegs lets out a squeal of fear, "Chances of survival are dwindling into single digits now." She says.

I bite my lip, and look around us, "Really comforting." I say sarcastically.

One of the heads emerges from the gas and Fishlegs jumps throwing her water onto it. The dragon blinks several times and looks at the girl and with a growl that sounds crazily close to a laugh it spits out gas.

"Oh, wrong head." Fishlegs says, my hold tightens on the bucket and I withhold a sarcastic comment. The gas head spits out more gas at Fishlegs and she yelps racing off. Both heads are visible, now and I watch as the other head on the left as sparks jump from its mouth.

"Now Iyn!" Gobber shouts.

I toss the bucket up and the water sails through the air majestically before remembering: Oh yeah, gravity's a thing. It lands in a puddle at my feet. "Really?" I ask it.

The water surprisingly doesn't reply. The dragon growls breaking me from my thoughts and I jump backwards, slipping on the puddle. As soon as my boot touches the liquid it solidifies, a ice sheet covering the ground. The Zippleback looks at it, then up at me, irs eyes wide with an unreadable emotion. But, it looks strangely like fear.

Its afraid of me.

Taking a chance, I slowly sit up, and raise my both my hands, "Back! Back,"I command. The Zippleback backs away, towards the cage,"now dont you make me tell you again." I say and take a step forward. Frost shoots from under my boot and the Zippleback, leaps backwards to avoid it. I pull the doors closed and turn clenching my hands into tight fists.

Every jaw is agape. Fishlegs drops her bucket onto the floor with a clatter. "So are we done?" I ask. "'Cause I have some things I need to-yup see you tomorrow!" I call and race from the arena.

...

I walk into the forge later and pull out a bucket of scrap leather. Toothless is going to need someone to control the tailfin and I guess I have unintentionally dubbed myself said person.

I grab a long iron rod and begin to work on a saddle, pulling and stretching the wraps to get them to fit right. After several hours, its done, and by far the best thing I have made with scraps. I pick up the saddle and grab the basket I have declared 'Toothless's fish basket' and head towards the cove.

...

Less than an hour later, I lift up the saddle, smiling widely. Toothless sniffs the saddle before he crouches down eyes wide. He lets out a dragon laugh before he takes off running. "Hey-what?! Toothless!"

I learn that Night Fury's are just as fast on the ground as they are in the sky. After I'm panting, gasping for breath and seeing red spots in my vision, Toothless finally stops. He looks over at me and I shoot him a half glare, stomping my foot on the ground. Toothless slips on the ice and I laugh watching him try to get up.

"Ready to cooperate?" I ask. He grumpily walks over to me, not slipping on the ice again. I put the saddle on him and check the straps before taking it off again. "It works." I declare.

I pull gloves and look at the ice covering the ground. Biting my lip and releasing a hesitated breath, I lift up my hand. The ice lifts off the ground exploding into a flurry of snowflakes. I flick my wrist and release them, the frozen water vapor falls to the ground softly.

Toothless watches me with wide eyes and sticks out his tongue to catch one. I smile softly and grab glove starting to pull it up my left hand when the blue fabric is ripped from my hand. I jerk up my head, "Toothless!" I exclaim and give a breath of annoyance as I see the glove hanging from his mouth. "That's not funny. Give me the glove." I say. When he doesn't move, panic starts to swirl around inside of me. If I dont wear the gloves, the curse is going to come out and I'll be discovered and killed. "Toothless." I plead.

He watches me for another second before he drops the glove in my hand. "I...wont wear the gloves around you if you'll leave them alone." I say and he nods in agreement. I pat his head and walk forward scaling the cliff with relative ease.

When I reach the top I look back and wave softly to Toothless. I turn away my smile falling, I pull up the gloves and start the trek through the forest.

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