What? I'm posting a new chapter, and it's not on a Sunday? Well, I'll be going on a train trip to Chicago, and it'll last until Wednesday, so I decided it would be better to post the chapter sooner than later!

The Magnetic Witch: I'll try to add more detail, although I'm pushing myself already. I never was too good at detail, however I am working on it! Also, I'll try to make the chapters longer, but no guarantees.

On to the story. This chapter is quite intense, so keep all arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times. HAVE FUN!

Astrid was not in a good mood, her normally bright blue eyes full of rage. She had sprained her wrist when she was practicing with her axe, had said axe go blunt, and had Snotlout flirt with her for the hundredth time that day. All this combined to make one very disagreeable Astrid. And, just as Astrid was thinking that this day couldn't get any worse, the forge came into view. The gods must have been playing some cruel joke on her, because there was no sound coming from the usually noisy forge. As Astrid neared, she also noticed there wasn't any heat in the air around the forge. Astrid stepped inside and groaned in disappointment. Neither Gobber nor Hiccup was in the forge. Hiccup seemed to be awfully busy lately, she mused. Astrid walked further into the forge, looking around for the grindstone. While she could grind her own weapons, she wasn't the best at it and much preferred to have someone with more expertise do it.

Astrid finally noticed the grindstone sitting in the corner of the forge, near Hiccups small workshop. As Astrid made her way over towards the grindstone, a small gust of wind ran through the forge and a single piece of paper flew out from Hiccups workshop. Astrid bent over and picked it up, slightly curious. On it was a drawing of her. Astrid couldn't help but stare at the skill at which the drawing was done. Every detail, down to the way her hair covered part of her eye, was masterfully captured.

Astrid looked up towards the leather curtain and slowly pushed it aside, looking around inside. There wasn't much. There was a desk to the left with a bookshelf to the left of that. There were drawings on the wall. A small pang of guilt ran through Astrid for intruding, but she pushed it aside, telling herself she was simply returning the paper to where it was. Astrid moved towards the desk, looking at the drawings. There were a few drawings of Astrid, but the one the caught Astrid's eye was one that appeared fairly recent. It was an overhead drawing of the village at sunset. Astrid could see every single house, the faint wisps of smoke coming from the forge, even the small figures of the people and the shadows they cast.

Astrid never knew that Hiccup could draw this well. She placed the drawing of her on the desk moved aside some more of the drawings, gasping at what she saw. There, on the paper, was a dragon. It dominated most of the paper, with a rock wall behind it. It was looking out of the paper right at Astrid. When Astrid looked at the eyes, she didn't see the raging fire that most dragons had in their eyes, but Hiccup had managed to make the dragon look…nice?

Astrid pushed aside more pictures, and all of them had the same dragon, in various poses, but all in the same setting, what appeared to be a cove with a large lake and a small cluster of trees. There was one with the dragon fishing in the lake, one with the dragon landing, one with it…eating out of a basket. Astrid's heart seemed to stop. Why was Hiccup continually drawing this dragon, one that, she now realized, she had never seen before in the Dragon Manual, and she doubted it was in there. Maybe Hiccup had an overactive imagination? But that brought up the question of why this dragon, and why there weren't any other imaginary dragons. Astrid grabbed a few of the pictures, and hurried out of the forge, her axe forgotten. She needed to see Fishlegs, and then the Chief. Something was definitely wrong.

Hiccup gasped for breath as he finally saw the village come into view. He had gotten back a lot later than he would have liked, but he never had the greatest stamina. Or the greatest strength, skill, grace, the list went on. Hiccup prayed to every god he knew that his father would be asleep as he slowly opened the door to his house. When he saw his father sitting on a bench, stoking the fire, he let out a silent curse, and silently closed the door. He glanced at his father, and slowly skulked behind him. He was close to the stairs, and he was certain he was going to make it, until his father said, "Hiccup."

Hiccup shut his eyes. He hadn't even made it onto the first step. "Dad, hey." Hiccup replied.

"There's something I need to talk to you about." Hiccup's heart plummeted. His dad's voice was low, and he only took on that voice when something bad had happened. But then again, most conversations with his dad involved 'that' tone.

"Yeah, sure Dad, what do you need?"

"I was hoping that you could explain this."

Hiccup nearly fainted as he saw what his dad was holding up. It was a drawing of Toothless. Had he left one in his room? No, all of his drawings were in his workshop. His workshop…

"Ah, uh, what's that?" Hiccup said, trying to feign ignorance.

"Don't play games with me, son, I want to know what this is."

"I, uh, a dragon?"

"Yes, I can see that, but why are you drawing a dragon, of all things!?"

"Because of…" Hiccups voice slowly trailed off, his mind frantically trying to come up with some excuse to give his dad. As his mind reached multiple dead ends, he found himself in a dilemma. Either lie to his father, or risk the death of Toothless. Hiccup knew without a doubt which he would choose. "Because of, my imagination! Yes, I've been thinking, about, dragons, and new species!"

Stoic simply looked at his son for a moment before holding up another picture "And what about this one?" He asked, his voice almost unheard.

Hiccup's breath caught, as he realized which picture he was looking at. It was the one that he had spent nearly 20 minutes on. He had focused on the eyes, wanting to capture the emotion in Toothless' eyes. It was the one where Toothless was looking right at the viewer. Hiccup's mouth moved up and down, desperately trying to come up with some excuse but nothing coming to mind. As his eyes slowly fell to the floor, Stoic's eyes drifted back to the fire. "That's what I thought." Stoic whispered. Hiccup was on the verge of tears. His dad knew about Toothless, he had lied to his dad, and now Toothless was probably going to die.

"Please dad…" Hiccup started to say

"NO!" Stoic shouted. Stoic paused a moment, before continuing, "How could you do this Hiccup. You always wanted to kill a dragon, and now this? Why?"

Hiccup couldn't respond, tears trickling down his face. Stoic sighed and said, "We'll send out a search party tomorrow. And you're going to lead us there."

Hiccup was shocked. All he could hear was those final words. They rang in his head, whispering promises of death to him. He numbly turned and walked up the stairs and went into his room, the tears running freely down his face now. He hardly noticed as he walked towards his bed, unable to think clearly. His mind didn't register getting into bed either, and he stared blankly up at the ceiling, only thinking about Toothless, and wondering if he would be safe.

I personally hated this chapter. To me it feels...wrong, or something just isn't right. I can't quite put my finger on it. However, if you can see what I did wrong (or right? :D) then please feel free to tell me! And this is obviously done by pressing that little button down there that says 'Review'. To quote: Totally not suggesting anything... :P

But the next chapter I feel like you guys will kill me for it, because it will contain the biggest cliffhanger in the story. More info on that in the A/N of the next chapter.

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See you next Sunday, or maybe even sooner! :D