Can anyone spot the Lion King reference I put in here?

"Alrighty then, on to the next lesson." Valka stated.

Pache and Gabe groaned. "We've been at it all day, grandma. It's been at it for five hours!"

"It's only noon."

"Yeah, but we're kids. We have to let our energy out." Gabe said.

Valka put a finger to her mouth, thinking. "Hmmm. You know what?"

"We get to fly?"

"In a sense."

"YES!" The children said in unison.

"But it's for lessons." They groaned. "Oh, come on you two! It won't be that bad. I promise I'll make it interesting."

Pache sighed. "Alright then."

So, they hopped on their dragons. Valka riding Cloudjumper, Pache riding Striker, and Gabe riding fortress. The two six year olds followed Valka outside of the sanctuary, which got the kids excited. They usually stayed inside when she was teaching them. Not that it had been that long, only a few weeks, since she had started teaching them, but the cool air felt nice. Curious, Pache had to ask. "Hey grandma, where are we going?"

Valka looked behind her and said, "You are going to see what a dragon trapper fort looks like." She looked grim about it, sad almost.

It was dangerous to go there, as Gabe and Pache had been warned many times by the woman. So, why were they heading to a location that was meant to be avoided. "Why?" Gabe asked.

"For your lesson. You are going to see what a dragon born and raised in captivity looks like."

The students looked at each other, questioningly. Didn't they look like any other dragon? Well, they were about to find out.

"Would you just shut up already?" Martin grumbled.

"I can fly up, but I can't shut up." Tuffnut said.

"C'mon, cut it out."

"Can't cut it out. It will grow right back."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know. What is your brother's courting supposed to mean?"

"Why are you so up my neck about this!?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm not up your neck. That would be weird. I'm just constantly reminding you of how your brother was kissing my sister in the most french was possible."

"Shut up!"

"I already told you, I can fly up but I…" He earned a punch to the face from Martin, which caused him to fall on his back.

Looking up he saw the man holding a knife to his jugular vein. "Be quiet or I'll slit your throat right here!"

"Why? I thought we were having a nice conversation about how you and I are going to be future future relatives." Tuffnut was on thin ice.

But he didn't care of course. "Don't you understand? I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"You know who I want to kill?"

Martin gave him a questioning look.

"Richard, for kissing my sis'."

That was it. Martin pulled back with the knife, ready to give a good stab to the neck when he felt his hand being held back. Looking behind him he saw his twin. "What are you doing, Richard?"

"I should ask the same thing to you." He replied.

"I'm sick and tired of this guy giving me migraines with just a simple sentence. It needs to stop or I'm going to go insane."

"If you go insane, I bet we'd get along just fine." Tuffnut stated.

"See? Everything I say is just put against me!"

Richard took the knife away. "That still doesn't give you the right to kill this man."

"Well then, what would? I will find a way to make it right."

"There is nothing that will give you an excuse to murder."

"It's not murder if I'm killing a worm!"

"Excuse me!" They looked at the viking being held down. "It's not murder, it's manslaughter, and technically I'm not a worm." He crossed his arms, and looked away in a pout-like manner. "I'm a psychotic chicken." Martin growled, his facial expression turning even more cold-blooded than before. Tuffnut gasped. "And you're a lichenwing. Quick Richard, run while you can. I'll hold you off from this were-dragon! Tell my sister I love her!" He then proceeded to grab Martin and pin him down. "Go, now!"

"Get off me you Loki-worshiping…" Martin's face was red as a tomato with anger.

"Okay, okay you two. Tuffnut, my brother's not a lichenwing." Richard said.

"Yeah, no bit mark. You make a good argument my sir."

"And you need to stop bringing up Ruffnut and I. You're provoking him to kill you."

"I am? Oh my gosh! What's wrong with me? How could I have done this?" He began to cry, earning odd looks before suddenly stopping. "Oh wait, I meant to do that." Tuff then proceeded laughing.

Richard could barely hold his brother back. "Okay, Martin come with me. Tuffnut…"

"Yeah?"

"Go let Ruffnut hit you on the head."

"Why would I do that?"

"To see stars, duh. It's the only way you can see them in the daytime."

He gasped. "Oh my gods, you're right. How did I not think of this before." Tuffnut ran off while shouting, "You, Richard, are an absolute genius."

Once gone from sight, Martin began a stream of curses about his rival.

"These, children, are dragons born and raised in captivity." They looked down at the cage, holding armored dragons.

After flying for a few more miles they made it to a dragon trapper's fort. It was small, and not well guarded. Obviously it wasn't that important to Drago, so it would be easy to sneak around. It was safe enough for Valka to teach the kids there.

"I don't really see a difference." Gabe said. "What about you, Ap?"

Ap was a cute nickname Gabe had given Pache. It was supposed to be a dare because she thought her name couldn't be shortened any further. He proved her wrong, and in turn she called him El. Valka, when discovering this, made a joke saying that when combined it sounded like apple, their favorite fruit. The names eventually stuck for the two, and frequently would be used.

Pache looked as saddened as her grandmother. "I see it, grandma."

"I thought you would."

"What? What is it?" Gabe asked.

"Their scales." She pointed at an adolescent Snafflefang. He looked down, and looked closer, letting his eyes dilate to the darkness of the pit.

"Oh." He said. Their scales, instead of having vibrant colors, like the dragons at the sanctuary, were dark with shades of black.

"That's what happens to dragons who grow up with bad people. Without the happy environment and others to love, the colors of good memories fade from them, and only dark spots remain." Valka stated.

"That's awful." Pache said.

"I remember seeing one of the elder dragons that you said you rescued. They had some dark scales." Gabe remembered.

"Yes, once introduced with care, color comes to their body, as it should."

"I wonder what the King would look like if he grew up like them." Pache said.

Gabe glanced at her. "He has all white scales. I don't think he'd look that different."

"No. He'd look completely different. His scales are pure white, like newly laid snow on a beautiful winter day."

"Nice detail."

"Thanks. Anyway, he has this type of appearance that says 'I could kill you with one swipe of my paw, but I'm going to do the opposite and welcome you as my own.' If he was from captivity, he'd probably have the look of 'I can kill you with one swipe of my paw but first I'm going to stare at you so you feel fear before passing.'"

He shuddered at the thought. "But there must be another reason. That can't just be it."

"You're right Gabe. Trappers usually breed one species with a different one to make the species stronger, faster, or more obedient." Valka said.

"What other alpha species could you possibly breed a Bewilderbeast with?" Gabe asked.

"The Red Death." Pache growled. At hearing that the dragons growled as well.

"Ap…"

"Sorry sorry, I know. I have a problem with dragonese."

"What did you say?"

"The Red Death. It's the only alpha species I know that could possibly, uh… breed, with the Bewilderbeast." She explained in norse.

"Good thing they wouldn't be able to do that. The Red Death had been dead for years now, and the Bewilderbeast's species isn't very common." Gabe said.

"Yeah. If Drago got a hold of a cross species like that…"

"The very thought makes me shiver." Valka said.

"Actually, it would be pretty cool to see the king and a hybrid fight. Wouldn't you think?" Pache looked at him incredulously.

"Really?"

"What?"

"Ugh, boys."

"Tell me about it." Striker agreed with her rider.

After calming down his wiled-up brother, Richard dragged Martin to the docks where the riders waited, ready to head off to their final destination.

"No no no no no no no! You cannot. And I repeat, can. not. make me get on a dragon with that annoying, grotesque, troll, butt-elf, ugly…"

"Okay, okay Martin. I get it. But, there's one thing you need to know."

"What?"

"You don't want to fall off a cliff either." He said, and pushed his brother off the ledge.

"AAAAAAAAHHHH!" He screamed. "Oh man, I'm gonna die!" Or so he thought. When he opened his eyes, he was hovering. On the back of a Zippleback. With his mortal enemy in front of him. And the docks below him. "You evil litt- you lured me into a trap. I feel betrayed Richard!" He yelled at his brother above him, who jumped off, landing on Ruff's head.

"Welcome to the ride." Tuffnut said.

"Come on guys, let's go." Hiccup said, and the riders took off.

With a fleet of twenty ships trailing behind them. And the entire nest of Freyja following those ships.

We'll get you back my treacherous niece. And this time, we'll get you back for good.