Hopefully, this chapter will be better than the last one.

TOOTHLESS

"He's gonna get into trouble I tell ya," Hookfang rumbled, "He's gonna walk out and get himself killed. Argyle or whatever his name was will eat him for breakfast." I huffed at this remark.

"First off, he doesn't have a name. No-one knows the Rogue Timberjack's name. Secondly, it's lunchtime. Rogue will have had breakfast by now!" I chuckled.

"Unless he hasn't. Then Anders will be Brunch." Meatlug mused. We all laughed.

"'Sup Homies!" came a squeaky voice. We looked towards the newcomer, the Terrible Terror that had once been locked in the arena. Stormfly's brow furrowed.

"That's not even a word. Where on earth did you come up with that?" she warbled. The Terror just shrugged.

"Meh. I guess it's because we all have homes, so I thought 'Hey we have homes now. Does that make us homies?'" I stared flatly at the little dragon before me.

"Ha! That totally makes sense!" piped up Barf.

"No it doesn't you idiot, how does he get homie from home?" said a confused Belch.

"Uh, Duuuuh? You're the idiot!"

"No YOU!"

"NO YOU!"

"Barf and Belch!" we all jumped as Thornado roared, "Stop bickering! If you do that whilst flying one day, you'll both be killed!"

"Yes," I agreed, "And possibly Ruff and Tuff as well." The Zippleback's heads groaned.

"This is like, the gazillionth time you've told us. We know already!" Barf shook her head, annoyed.

"If you ask me," the Terror whispered in my ear, "I don't think they do." I raised an eye-ridge.

"Really now? As if I didn't know that."

"I agree entirely. I want to go home and fight some Huns." I looked over shoulder at the little building where the humans did their repairs on each-other Anders was just slamming the door behind himself as he stormed out, apparently distressed about something. Hookfang and the others had also noticed him and we watched intently as he walked by us. At that moment he stopped and turned around to look at us, irked.

"What do you think you're looking at?" he shouted at us resentfully, before he turned back and marched in the direction of the cove, stumbling over a baby Gronckle on the way.

"Ohhhhh," grumbled Gobber's Boneknapper, "He mad."

ANDERS

I can't believe it. That woman, she... she looked so much like her. Those brown eyes, her reddish hair. She was the spitting image of Maja. I can't believe I allowed that to happen. To let my failure consume me. I feigned memory loss to make them believe that I was still strong, but I don't think it worked. It's at times like these that I would confide in Commander Singh. But he isn't here. Technically he isn't here yet. And these Vikings well they don't seem a friendly bunch. Pfft, Vikings could hardly ever be called friendly. I think I'll just keep to myself. Sure, I'll need their help to get the plane out of the cove, but other than that, I'm keeping away from them. I always keep away. Anyway, let's get back to packing these tools and my belongings into my knapsack. I have no idea where I'm going to stay while I fix up the Spit. Hell, I don't even know if I can fix it. I'm a pilot, not an engineer! I know basic maintenance yes, but for all I know the aircraft needs a full overhaul! Bah!

I made my way back up the slope to the top of the cove, heavily-laden knapsack slung over my shoulder. I knew the way back to the Viking settlement. Part of the business of being posted to this region was if you ever crash-land on these outlying islands, you should always know where to find an outpost. So you were forced to study a map of every single island in the area and be expected to memorize it. I guess my trauma and sheer sense of hatred for the Germans made me make sure I remembered it all, to get back to the fight quickly.

A dragon roared overhead. Humph. The Vikings probably wanted to find me, see where I was going. But it sounded familiar Meh, probably that black dragon. What was its name, Toothless? Fffffff, what kind of a dragon's name is Toothless? I saw teeth when it held me down! Actually, it sounds deeper. The blue one then. I heard heavy pounding of the air from large wings. Nope, the blue one wasn't big enough to make that heavy a sound. I looked up just to see who was shadowing me. Ah, it is the blue one... hang on. It's gotten a little bigger... and darker.

Oh Shit! That's not the right blue dragon! That's the Rogue dragon! And it's coming right at me! Run! Run now and call for help! Someone has to hear!

"HELP! HEEEELP Meee!" I cried. Oh no, here it comes to THROW me to the floor! Oof!

There I was, lying against the base of the mountain, totally helpless, no weapons and my tools sitting by where I had been standing. I strained my eyes open as pain filled my lower back. It wasn't a lot of pain, so perhaps I could still get away. But the massive dragon was already landed, its menacing snout just inches from my face. I could feel its warm breath as it sniffed me. It was probably thinking if I was good with onions. Or something. It stared at me, yellow eyes devoid of emotion. Staring back was all I could do. I knew it was over. In just a few seconds it would rear its head and bite my face off. It would be real nice if I could somehow cut off its legs with my face. Now that would be something.

"Come on then," I said, closing my eyes, waiting for the inevitable, "Get it over with." The blow that would end my life would come any moment now. It had to. Why else would this beast attack me? To play dolls? Hmm, actually that might be why. Oh the humiliation.

The blow never came. I felt the dragons lip touch my cheek ever so slightly. Curiousity got he better of me and I peered out of my eye. The great beast's pupils were slits, it general feeling being sort of... sad. I hope to the Lord that it is feigning this. I want it over quickly. No. It's noticed me peeking at him. Those big eyes at gazing directly at me. I opened my eyes fully. That kind of emotion can't be faked! It really is sad. But, why? Does it not like killing humans?

"What are you waiting for?" I asked, expecting it to still be hostile somewhat, "Aren't you going to kill me?" Those sad eyes just stared back, "No. No you don't. But you have killed humans haven't you?" I watched as the dragon nodded, understanding the Norse language I now somehow managed to speak, "How many?" I scraped the ground with a claw, scratching twelve distinct lines in the dirt.

"Is that before or after your little war ended?" Uh, hang on, it can't answer that, "Look left for before and right for after." It slung it vision over to the right, "That's after your war? So how come you've killed so many people, yet you don't want to kill me? I'm human you know!" A thought struck me. Hiccup's dragon, Toothless, had a saddle and a stirrup. Stormfly had some rope tied around her chest. Of course! I'd forgotten what Astrid and Hiccup had told me as we went to find the non-existent AA emplacement. When the war between dragons and Vikings had ended, Vikings saw the dragons true side and took in the reptiles as pets, companions and mounts as if they were horses. It seems this dragon doesn't kill on purpose any-more. It's killing perhaps by accident. It wants a rider! A human friend, just like the other dragons. He (I'm assuming it's a He) either was getting angry and killing Vikings because they won't be his rider, or he's killing them by flying to roughly, throwing the unfortunate rider to their death.

"You're lonely. You want companionship?" It perked up, eyes brightening, "You've got it." The huge creature roared happily, rearing up and flapping it wings. I took the liberty to stand up, just as it bowed down again and tried to make me mount it's neck!

"AH! No! Don't expect me to ride you. I'm not going to be here for long. I'm going back home soon, well I hope it's soon. Don't get your hopes that high up." The excited reptile didn't seem to mind. It was just ecstatic to have a human friend, "Good! Now can I please get my stuff? I need to get back to the village."

HICCUP

"Just give him time Dad! He'll work out a way to get home and we should help."

"I don't care if he'll start to like us or not. I don't like him. There's something wrong with him. The sooner he is back where he came from, the better."

"Hiccup, give it a rest would ya?"

"Thank you Snotlout." I said sarcastically, "Dad, you're not even listening to me, again. He'll be gone quicker if we help him. Working it out by himself could take weeks, maybe even months!"

"He has a point Stoick," Astrid butted in, "If you want him off the island as soon as possible, then the best way to do that is to help him found that way home." Finally, we got his attention.

"Grr," Dad humphed, "Well if that's the way to do it, then so be it! But I'm not helping him, nor Gobber or any of the other Vikings."

"Then I will," We all turned to the speaker and were shocked to see who it was, "It's only logical I repay the debt I owe. It's the least I can do."

"He- Heather!" I stammered, embarrassed by our near relationship, "Wha- What are you doing here?" She raised an eyebrow, "OK rephrase that: How did you get here?"

"I walked across the water with my magical fur boots." For a moment I almost believed her.

"AH! Ahhhhh, okaaay! A boat! Of course! Heh-heh!" I caught Astrid's death glare out of the corner of my eye. It said everything I needed to know: Go anywhere near her and last night would've been for nothing!

"No actually."

"Eh?"

"If you didn't get here by boat or magical walking shoes," Snotlout spoke up, "Then what did you use?" Heather smirked. I don't know whether I should be scared by this.

"How else? Cressida!" She called suddenly. I heard a warbling and the door of the hut was pushed open by a dragon. But not just any old dragon.

"Toothless! You know you shouldn't come in here!" The Night Fury looked at me. It wasn't Toothless, unless his eyes had suddenly become purple.

"Guys, meet Cressida, my Night Fury." Heather announced proudly.

"Well I'll be!" Gobber exclaimed, jaw dropping, "Another Night Fury! And here we are thinking Toothless was the last of his kind!" There was snickering in the corner.

"Baha! What kind of a name is 'Cressida'?" Tuffnut roared, emphasising the dragons name. Heather glowered at him.

"Seeing as I found her inured in a bed of water cress and nursed her back to health, I thought it rather fitting." Tuff's face fell, only to wince as Ruff punched him.

"That's what you get for mocking dragons, especially Night Fury's, idiot!"

"Oh Hiccup," uh-oh, "I think I should make it clear to you: I'm not interested."

"Erm, in what?" I asked, knowing full well what she meant.

"In you. I've thought it over and I think, as alike as we are, you're not the one for me." Well I guess that's a relief.

"Okay, well I have no problems with that," Astrid boasted, "He's mine!" Oh so I'm property now?

Just then, Fishlegs came bursting back inside, startling Cressida.

"Guys, you need to outside, right now!" Dad stepped forward, concerned.

"What's wrong Fishlegs?"

"It's Anders, future guy, whatever you want to call him."

"Is he coming back?" I asked, "Has he got more weapons?"

"No, but he has got a Timberjack trailing him... at walking pace!" Uh-oh. No really, this doesn't sound good. Has he made an alliance with the rogue?

"Alright. That's it. He's going." Dad growled. He picked up his hammer and pushed his way out of the building.

"Ok guys, get outside and to your dragons. Let's finish this rogue once and for all." Gods, I never wanted to say that. But now it seems like I've got to. If this was still wartime, everyone wouldn't have had second thoughts, but this isn't wartime. We know what dragons are like now and we just don't want to do it. All our faces fell.

"I'm sorry. But he's troubled us enough. We have no choice." One by one, my friends all nodded their heads, morosely.

No choice indeed.

Once again, I'm getting writers block. I have the ideas, I just can't put them into words. So another sort-of filler chapter here. Please keep faithful and try and get me more views!

Oh and I think I'll be re-writing Chapter 1... make it more 'enticing'.