Gobber skirted his way down the small hallway. The bucket he was holding hit the bars of the cages. It alerted the large Night Fury, half asleep, never fully going under incase something was to happen to her son. She knew that she could trust the small human who had seemingly grew very little since the last time they had seen him. She never figured out why or how they grew so close. Even after the passing years and the situation they were in, neither of them skipped a beat. Like no matter the situation, as long as they were together nothing could hurt them.

Gobber came around quietly hopping that he wouldn't have to dodge any fireballs. He dropped the bucket of fish, waking Hiccup and Toothless along with startling Mama Dragon. Hiccup jumped to his feet and spread his arms out as far as they would go.

"Don't hurt them." Hiccup squealed.

"Hiccup! What are you doing in there? You're going to be hurt. I don't. Why aren't they? You better start explaining boy."

"It's not. I don't. They won't hurt you." Hiccup insisted. "They're my friends."

"How can they be your friends? They're dragons Hiccup. They don't know what friends are."

"Yes they do!" Hiccup yelled. "I met them both a long time ago. When my dad first let me go into the woods alone. They would never hurt me."

"How do you know that?" Gobber asked. He was stuck in between tense because of where Hiccup was and calm, since it was obvious to him that Hiccup knew what he was talking about.

"They didn't attack me before and I'm the only one who hasn't tried to hurt them. They threw rocks and stuff at them. Have you had rocks thrown at you? They hurt. A lot."

"Have people been throwing rocks at you, Hiccup?"

Hiccup turned his head away. "No." He whispered.

Gobber grit his teeth. Hiccup may have been young but he was as stubborn as any other thick headed viking. Being the son of Stoick made it even worse.

The door to the small hallway swung open. The sun shined in lighting the whole area. Gobber saw Hiccup's face turn grim.

"Gobber what is taking so long? Hurry up in there! We need to figure out what we're going to do with the dragons."

He debated with himself to tell Stoick to come in and see what he was looking at or not. He made eye contact with the small boy who was shaking like a leaf. 'Please.' Hiccup mouthed. He snorted, slid the bucket through the bars and shuffled his way out. Hiccup's shaking lessened when the door closed behind Gobber. He could hear the two loud men talking about something he couldn't make out.

Hiccup crawled over to the bucket. It was full of small fish. He picked a few out of the pile. He offered them to Toothless who ate them eagerly. Hiccup moved over to Mama Dragon. He did the same for her but she wouldn't accept the fish.

"Please eat." Hiccup begged. She pushed it back towards Hiccup. "I can't have this. It'll make me sick. Besides I thinks it's a good thing. It they wanted to feed you that means that nothing will happen to you for now." He offered the fish to the large Night fury. This time she took it, being careful not to bite Hiccup's hands. HIccup split the rest of the fish the best he could. Being fair to each of them but also knowing that Mama Dragon needed more than Toothless.

Hiccup's stomach growled when he was finished. He scratched behind the dragon's ears and under their chins before leaving.

"I'll be back. Okay?" He slipped through the bars again and out the door he came in from. He opened it slightly, putting his eye up the the narrow Crack to see if anyone was around. When the coast was clear he slipped out and quietly shut the door behind himself. He made his way towards the great hall. With the help of someone else he opened the door. He spotted his dad and Gobber likely still talking about the same thing from when Gobber left the arena. He climbed onto the bench next to his father. Stoick slid his half eaten meal over to Hiccup. Gobber locked with with him for a second. Hiccup's heart skipped a beat. He felt very lucky that Gobber didn't say anything to his dad yet.

Hiccup picked around what his father didn't eat. He was hungry but his stomach felt like it had a rock in it. He was tuning out what his father and Gobber where talking out. He felt something drop onto the table in front of him.

"'Iccup." Gobber called. "Go return this to the smithy." Hiccup looked up at the object on the table. A large wrench with a piece of parchment wrapped around the middle.

Hiccup thought it was odd but did as he was asked. He made his way outside again before really looking at what he was holding. The wrench was one he'd never seen taken off the wall in the shop. It was much too large for any of their normal projects. He flipped the large object over to find something scribbled on the parchment.

'Read me' was sloppily written on it. Hiccup undid the the folds of the paper and pulled it away. He flipped it over. The other side had more writing on it.

'I will not tell your father about what I saw. I'm also putting you in charge of them. If what I saw and what you said were true than I have nothing to worry about. You can use the wrench to get them out but they are not to leave the cage. Feed them and clean up after them. If you need something come to me about it. I don't know why, or how, but those dragons trust you and it was easy to tell that you feel the same. I will try to stall your dad for as long as I can but it won't be forever.'

Hiccup dashed to the arena. He ran through the door, not caring if anyone saw him go in. Running through the small hallway and squeezing through the bars Hiccup set to work. After some time he'd gotten most of Toothless' restraints off. A few turns of the wrench later Toothless' head slipped free. With his new found freedom Toothless ran around the cage, jumping up and down as happy as can be.

"Mama look!" Toothless exclaimed. She nuzzled her child, happy for him. She heard the small human behind her start to work on her own trap. She silently thanked him but worried that he'd get in trouble for this.

She was smart. Smart enough to know that even with the human's help that they were in a danger incomparable to any other. The boy that her son called friend had very little knowledge on what is likely to happen her and her son. At least that's what she thought. She would play dumb for her child, not scare him into doing something that would guarantee his death.