"So how often do you guys do these races?" Hiccup asked as he followed Astrid, who was showing Hiccup some tricks around town, on Toothless. She flew Stormfly through one of the openings in a storage barn, Hiccup following shortly on toothless.

"We one every moon I guess." Astrid explained as she let Hiccup catch up, causing the two to gently fly besides each other. "It started a few winters back, people were growing tired of the regatta."

"So you just decided to change a part of our heritage and culture?" Hiccup asked jokingly as he flew beside Astrid, Toothless calmly scanning the ground and the sky with playful curiosity.

"Well, what can I say?" Astrid said with a smile on her face as she looked at Hiccup. "I learned from the best."

"I'm sure you did." Hiccup said, not really getting the reference. "What are the rules exactly?"

"Not very much." Astrid said. "One sheep is one point, the black sheep is worth ten. You may collect one sheep per round around the village. First to ten wins."

"So you have to carry 10 sheep?" Hiccup asked surprised. "Seems challenging."

"You have to drop it in your basket." Astrid explained. "Other rides can steal it as long as you haven't, well, claimed it."

"It sounds," Hiccup began, thinking about what to say. "Interesting."

"Do you want to try a round?" Astrid asked with excitement. "It'll be fun."

"Sure." Hiccup said calmly, scratching Toothless behind his ear. "What do you say bud?" He asked his dragon, who replied with a happy warble. Hiccup turned back to Astrid. "He's fine with it, so I'm in."

"Hope you're ready for defeat." Astrid said as she dove down with Stormfly, hoping to find someone who could operate the launcher for them. It didn't take too long for her to come back up, and re-joined Hiccup in circling about the town.

"I got Heather to operate the launcher." She said as she came within talking distance. "They should figure it out easily."

"Any other rules I should be aware of?" Hiccup asked before they started. "Something like staying on the dragons, or hiding?"

"As long as no one gets hurt it's all fun and games." Astrid said. "Well, not badly hurt at least."

"Right." Hiccup said, picturing the average Viking trying to steal sheep from other stubborn dragon-riding Vikings. "What could go wrong?" He muttered to himself, not too fond of the picture.

Astrid guided Hiccup to the baskets that they had set up for the races, a few default logo's already painted on them and a few for spare. "This is mine." Astrid said as Stormfly landed on the hatch that had a big blue Deadly Nadder head painted on it, using her wings to keep balance. "You can use the vacant one." Astrid said as she pointed to the most right hatch, which was closed and blank.

"Alright." Hiccup responded as he observed the system from Toothless' back. "How sturdy are the sheep?"

"Time has proven them to be very resilient." Astrid explained. "Especially when testing the launcher." She recalled the first few days of Snotlout's invention, it had been rough and inaccurate, but it worked. In the end, the twins had ended up with more bruises than the brave test sheep.

"We first do a lap around Berk." Astrid explained. "I told Heather to launch the sheep when one of us round the corner, we should be able to catch it." They had never had an occasion on which the sheep couldn't be captured, but everyone could guess that it wouldn't be pretty. "Ready?"

"Yea." Hiccup said nervously, even though he had spent plenty of time on Toothless' back, he was tense, this whole competitive race thing was certainly a new concept

"Before we start." Astrid said as Stormfly jumped from the hatch onto the platform. "Do you like Stormfly's tail?"

"Eerm, I guess." Hiccup answered confused. "Why?"

"Because you're going to be seeing it a lot." Astrid said with a grin, before letting Stormfly leap of the edge and fly away. Hiccup sighed and quickly let Toothless follow her already closing the gap between the two. Astrid had already showed him the lap that they had to take. After the start they would race around the old catapult island, where a large water basin now stood. Then they would dive down into the stables, flying through them towards the other side of the village, once out they would just have to return to the finish, so somewhere between the stables and the finish the sheep would be launched.

Stormfly flapped her wings hard, losing speed as she climbed up to pass the basin, but gaining it quickly when she dove down towards the entrance of the stable. Astrid made a tight corner to enter the stables, the dragons and Vikings inside surprised by the sudden visit. Hiccup made a larger turn, hoping to keep more of his speed, and it worked. As Astrid was in the main underground hub of the hangar, Hiccup passed her. His manoeuvring around objects and people was astounding, especially since he had only flown the lap once, and that was a lot slower. He came out on the other side, Astrid close behind him.

Stormfly pushed herself to her limit, beating her wings with as much might as possible, and they were slowly gaining on Hiccup and Toothless. This was also due to the fact that Toothless was climbing, and thus losing speed as he exchanged it for altitude. Astrid chuckled, it was a mistake many beginners made, it was better to keep the dragon at level and fast, than have to accelerate again.

Ragnar and Heather were standing calmly at the sheep launcher, happily chatting about bit and bobs that didn't really make sense. The conversation wasn't important, they were just happy to have time together. "So yea, that's the story behind the scar." Ragnar said as he touched his cheek. "Too bad you weren't around to help me."

"Well, I can't always take care of you, now can I?" Heather joked as she reminded the help she had land after the bar fight. "But I'll try."

Ragnar smiled as he looked at the Sky. Heather had informed him about her task and was all too happy to be able to help her, and now that he could see the two black spot rounding the isle he knew it was time.

"There they are." He said as he got off the launcher. "So what do we do to launch this?"

"I'm guessing this is some sort of safety lever." Heather said as she grabbed the wooden rod which stuck from the mechanism. "So if we pull this."

The lock released from the gears, and with nothing to stop the large crossbow the basket, in which a cute, fluffy black sheep was sitting, was released. It flew into the air with an incredible speed, stopping at the top of the contraption. However, the sheep didn't. She continued to fly through the air with incredible speed, slowly losing momentum as she reached the top of her path.

Astrid's keen eyes had directly spotted the black figure that moved through the sky, and she quickly ordered Stormfly to climb upwards to catch the sheep. She had a large grin on her face, Hiccup was quite a bit behind, and way too high.

But the sound of Stormfly's beating wings quickly faded out below the loud whistle of a Nightfury's dive, and with the sheep still quite a bit above her she knew that she had underestimated Hiccup again.

"Go! Go! Go!" She said to Stormfly, who was ascending as fast as she could, her claws were pointed forward, ready to grab to sheep who was still in the air. But it was in fain. A large black blur flew past her, diving down into the streets of the town.

She did the only logical thing, follow it with all her might, the only thing that she could see were glimpses of the red tailfin as it disappeared behind, corners and inside buildings.

Ragnar and Heather had made their way to the finish in the meanwhile, and they now saw the two dragons and riders chasing each other through the village. It wasn't always clear who was chasing who, but the two were pretty sure that Hiccup was still in the possession of the sheep. And they had a feeling that he was now only playing with Astrid.

Hiccup had a huge grin on his face, and a sheep clutched tightly underneath his arm. He had taken it from Toothless so that he could jump of building and run short parts, which was very effective. A Nightfury was after all not only the fastest dragon in the air, but also one of the fastest on the land.

Astrid was meanwhile hopeful and irritated, she knew Hiccup was playing with her, which annoyed her. But it also gave her a chance to win, which she still really wanted to. Her plan was to beat Hiccup with racing as payback for him beating her in the fight, but it didn't turn out like she had hoped.

Heather and Ragnar had seated themselves on the tribunes, hoping to at least be able to view the finish. Hiccup was doing excellent work at keeping himself out of sight, and occasionally they could see Astrid flying up a bit to be able to cover a larger area, only to dive down when she spotted a part of the dark Nightfury.

The other way to find their location was to listen, over the sound of the waves clashing against the cliffs they could now also hear the yelling of people in the town, cursing at the two young adults for running around the town like small children.

"He's going to get himself killed." Ragnar said slowly as he and Heather were listening to the chaos in the town. "He truly is."

"What makes you think that?" Heather asked with a chuckle. "I thought he and Toothless were great flyers."

"Astrid." Ragnar said calmly, as he pointed to the baskets. "Astrid is going to kill him."

At the plank stood a calm Hiccup, as sheep in his hands and a grin plastered on his face. He carefully put the sheep in his basket and walked over to the tribunes where he had seen his two friends.

Heather was confused, she looked at Hiccup, before looking back at the village where Astrid was still searching through the town. Finally, she decided to look at Ragnar, who had a grin almost as big as Hiccup's.

"What's going on?" She asked confused, not sure what was happening. "Where is Astrid?"

"Chasing Toothless." Hiccup said from the platform with baskets. "She still thinks I'm in there."

Astrid was indeed still chasing her prey, hoping to be able to get the sheep back. She had noticed that Toothless had begun to slow down, he was probably getting tired. His turns took more time and she could slowly see more of his body. What was first the last bit of the tailfin was now the entire fabric, and more of the tail slowly came into view.

She rounded another corner, this one leading to a dead end. But Stormfly immediately stopped after turning, digging her claws into the ground and pulling lumps of dirt out of the ground as she tried to stop. At the end of the small alley stood Toothless, a gummy smile on his face and his tail waggling behind him, but no sheep or rider in sight.

Astrid, sat back in her saddle. "No, no, no, no." She muttered to herself, before quickly turning around and heading for the finish. Where she saw a leather clad man standing on the platform, talking to two people who sat on the tribunes.

Stormfly landed on the platform with a loud thud. Astrid checked Hiccup's basket, finding the sheep indeed in there. She took a second to calm down and turned to Hiccup, letting Stormfly walk over to him. She slid off the saddle and landed gracefully on the platform, walking over to Hiccup.

"Congratulations." She said with a small smile, extending her hand. "You had me fooled."

Hiccup reluctantly took her hand, fearing that he might have gone too far. "Thanks." He said carefully.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Astrid said with a smile, like she was talking to scared animal. Hiccup felt relief wash over him as he relaxed, he had expected something. A kick, maybe a punch something along those lines, but nothing came, not even an axe to the throat or a balled fist. Nothing.

"Not while you expect it at least." She said softly, just loud enough for him to hear but not for the rest, still smiling innocently, but applying a little more pressure to his hand.

Hiccup didn't know if it was the calm, threatening way she said it, or the innocent and lovely smile she gave with it, but it chilled him to the bone. He had met some scary people in his life, but they were nothing compared to the way that Astrid could speak. It reminded him painfully good to the crush that he still felt for the fierce female warrior.

All he managed to do was to give his signature crooked smile, which Astrid took as a sign that her message was clear.

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The days went on like this, Hiccup found work at Gobber's smithy, which overjoyed the old blacksmith. Sure, his old apron didn't fit him anymore, and the chair in his little room was rotten and damaged, but it was good to have him back. Ragnar helped where he could, but also had found his own work, his family had been carpenters for many generations, and the parts of his youth that he had spent with his parents had mainly consisted of carpeting and various jobs around the village. He was a skilled woodworker, so he often helped at the forge where it was needed, handles created by collaboration between Hiccup's metalworking and Ragnar's woodworking had proven more durable and more comfortable than the regular handles, shields could take more before being smashed and swords stayed sharper. Hiccup had even made some tools from Gronkle Iron, hammers, sickles and other general tools. They made their nails with small bits, which meant that they hooked their self into the material. They were sturdier, but also more difficult to remove.

Ragnar also helped with building around the village, he helped with the frames of houses and with fences. Also working hours a day on the richly decorated headpieces for the houses. He could do grand and detailed heads of dragons, but he preferred to keep it with the more simple design that fitted with the older pieces throughout the village.

Overall, the two made a decent living, and could support their selves pretty well. And as the weather grew colder, they earned even more. Ragnar's job switched from carpeting to woodcutting, something that he could also easily do. With the building stopped, Hiccup's work switched to sharpening axes and repairing farming equipment that broke on the freezing soil. Altough nothing could grow with the cold the field still needed to be maintained, so that they could directly start planting new seeds once the winter was over. Luckily though, the dragons meant that their village could operate even during the winter, still making items like clothing and firewood. Fishing and farming was impossible, but with the help of dragons and warm clothing, small hunting trips were possible.

But that would only be in a few months, right now, the first snow was falling. Which usually meant panic and worry for the inhabitants of the village. But since the war ended each winter went better. There was more food, even though they needed more to feed the dragons. Ever since the peace no one had died from starvation, and each year less people died from the cold, with no deaths last year. It had called for great celebrations.

But the first snow now meant that it was time for the last dragon race of the year. And Hiccup would compete in it. They had modified the most left basket, painting the logo of the assassins on it. Hiccup and Ragnar would take turns with the matches, usually one would compete and the other one would take the day off and fishing. Another basket had been reserved for Heather, who took part in each of the races with Shimmer.

This time Hiccup would compete, and that meant that Ragnar could go 'fishing'. The dragon races were the only moment that they weren't being watched, they had quickly learned that neither of them was able to leave the village without being missed, or without people fearing that one of them had left. And it helped that both Heather and Astrid didn't trust the two to leave the isle without any supervision. But during the dragon races the two would be too occupied to watch them, and when they returned with fresh fish to prove their stories their worries disappeared most of the time.

Ragnar had gathered the necessary supplies for his little trip, complete with a fishing rod and a few hooks. He had left the morning with a short goodbye to Heather and Hiccup, saying that he would be back in the evening. He took off on his Skrill, leaving the rest to prepare for the dragon races. Streets were abandoned, and populated by sheep. The horn was manned and the riders took their positions. And the last thing Ragnar heard as he flew off was the loud horn, signalling the start.

He flew north, to the places where it was colder and where thick layers of snow had already gathered on the ground. Dangerous waters where one could easily get wrecked and drown, since the water would drain your entire body of heat, putting anyone who fell into it in a state of shock in a matter of moments. However, they had noticed one crucial thing on earlier trips. There were fresh scrapes on the ice, layers of paint and pieces of wood, which indicated that a ship had recently passed through here. It was clear that the ship was manned with expertized crew, since the scrapes only appeared on really tight parts, where it would've been impossible to avoid. They had found several burnt out campsites along the water and had finally been able to guess where they could find another one. Ragnar slowly flew Bolt along the waterline, carefully watching for a ship in the deserted waters.

He spotted it, far away, sailing between islands. The dark silhouette was clear against the white ice. It looked heavily armed and ready to take down dragons, which confirmed their suspicion about there being dragon trappers active in the area. They sailed over to a small island, which was covered with snow and ice. They docking at the lower side, where a few tents and a small campfire were already burning. Ragnar decided to land on the other side, then he could sneak up on them to eavesdrop their conversation.

Bolt landed gracefully, immediately burying himself underneath a small layer of snow to hide his large body. Ragnar jumped off, sinking into the deep snow, which reached to his knees. He slowly made his way to a ridge above the camp, from where he could hear the men talk.

"We need a Whispering Death, it's that simple." A man said, his voice stern and direct, probably the leader. "If we don't, Drago will have our heads."

"But how were you planning to do that?" Another man asked. "We can capture them, but that, thing, releases them." This alerted Ragnar, it sounded like someone else was trying to stop Drago from gaining the dragons he needed.

"Yea, we can't do anything with that monster coming after us." Another man said, sounding scared. "We might as well dig the holes ourselves."

"First of all, that thing isn't a monster, just some person who's stealing our dragons." The leader yelled at his men. "Secondly, if we don't get Drago his dragons we'll have bigger problems than digging some hole. We'll be digging our own graves."

Ragnar shifted a bit, getting more comfortable with his position. He was going to be here a while.

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The last sheep was picked up from the ground, and Heather quickly carried it towards her basket. But before she made it out of the village it was grabbed by Astrid, who was hanging upside down from Stormfly's claws. She quickly dropped the sheep in her basket, which now counted four of the ten sheep, Hiccup had three, and Heather had one, just like the twins and Snotlout.

The horn sounded, signalling that the black sheep was being launched. Gobber stood next to the launcher, talking with the black sheep. "You know the drill." He said to the small, fluffy animal as he pulled the lever. Launching the sheep straight into the air. Astrid, who had found her regular position in her saddle again, knew that she would have to grab the black sheep to win, so she quickly headed for it.

The twins got it first though, flying off with the black wool as they cheered with glee, believing that victory was near. However, their luck was short lived, as Heather dove onto them with her Shockjaw. The twins dropped the sheep from the small shock that they received, and it was quickly caught by Fishlegs.

He flew straight to his basket, hoping to win a game for once, he had only won one game once, and that was when he teamed up with Astrid the first time they played it. But since his sensitive and gentle dragon wasn't the fastest, he usually lost. He was almost his basket, holding the sheep up high to dunk it into the net, but it was grabbed by the claws of a Deadly Nadder, a blue one.

Astrid flew quickly, looking beneath her mount to discover that it had worked, and they had the sheep. She quickly turned around and headed for her own basket. Stormfly dropped it quickly, the sheep heading straight for her basket. Hiccup and Toothless were diving in on the falling sheep, but they weren't fast enough. She was ready to fly her round past the tribunes like she had always done before Hiccup and Ragnar came, when she would still win. But a loud gasp shattered her hope.

She looked back, seeing Hiccup had jumped off Toothless and had grabbed the sheep in mid-air, preventing it from falling into Astrid's basket. The crowd went wild, cheering and yelling at the one legged boy who stood in the middle, holding the black sheep. All the riders around him turned their dragons around, diving straight for him.

Hiccup ran as fast as he could, first diving away to avoid being smashed by Meatlug, then ducking to not get electrocuted by Shimmer. He had a close call with the twins, but they managed to screw up themselves at the last moment, but now came his biggest fear. Astrid was diving straight down, Stormfly's wings folded to dive as fast as possible. He quickly dived the last part, and felt the claws of the Nadder wrap around his leg.

Astrid flew up again, knowing that Stormfly had grabbed Hiccup, she turned quickly around and headed for her own net, tossing the boy into it. She did a quick loop as she heard the crowd cheer. Stoick was laughing in his chair and Gobber was also dying from laughter. She slowed Stormfly down and let her hover.

Stoick slowly calmed down, ready to announce the winner. He stood up and put his hands to his mouth, amplifying the sound of his speech. Astrid landed Stormfly on the platform and listened carefully.

"And the winner of this year's last dragon race is, Hiccup!" Stoick yelled, earning more cheering from the crowd. Astrid turned around Storming to his basket, and finding the black sheep in there. She walked back towards her own net, out of which Hiccup was currently trying to escape.

Hiccup was having mixed feelings again, he was glad that he had won, but he didn't think that Astrid would be too happy about it. But that was something to worry about later. He climbed up through the netting, reaching out to the rim of the wood, which was padded with leather to prevent sheep from breaking anything on the rim. He slowly pulled himself up, until his torso lay on the wood again.

He stopped however, feeling an angry but familiar stare on him, something that he had grown to sense in his short time back home. He looked up, seeing the blonde Viking standing there, looking down on him. He gave her a sly and cocky smile, which in hindsight wasn't a good plan. He kneeled down to where he was and with a quick push shoved him back into the net, before closing the hatch and sitting down on top of it.

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Ragnar arrived, as said, in the evening. Finding that the entire village was calmly carrying on as usual. He landed his dragon near the Haddock household, where he slept regularly. He was quickly greeted by Stoick, who was heading home.

"Oy, Ragnar." The bulky chief said as he saw him dismounting. "You are needed."

"What?" Ragnar asked confused. "Where?"

"The race's finish." Stoick said. "Astrid trapped Hiccup and she refuses to let him go."

"Do I want to know what happened?" Ragnar asked as he mounted Bolt again.

"He's too stubborn to apologize and she's too stubborn to let it go." Stoick explained. "It really doesn't surprise me."

Ragnar quickly took off, flying towards the finish, where he could quickly see Astrid sitting on her hatch. He landed next to the hatch he and Hiccup shared, walking over to Astrid and Heather, who was trying to convince her to move.

"So, what did I miss?" He asked as he approached the two, noticing that Astrid had a huge grin on her face.

"Astrid's a sore loser." Come a soft voice form underneath the planks.

"I heard that." Astrid said playfully, kicking her heel into the wood.

"Right." Ragnar said. "Anything else I should know?"

"I'm not leaving before he apologizes." Astrid said. "I don't care how long it takes."

"Alright, and Hiccup?" Ragnar asked as he looked over the edge of the platform. Seeing the boy lying in the netting along with a few sheep. "You got anything to say."

"I have nothing to apologise for." Hiccup said as he leaned against the rope, lying on a bed of fluffy sheep. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"Alright, what about your dragons?" Ragnar said, hoping to distract the two. "They must be lonely right now, shouldn't you be thanking them for the race?"

"Stormfly's over there." Astrid said as she pointed to the empty tribunes, which the Nadder was currently scanning for interesting things. ""She's ready to sleep on this latch if she had too."

"That's not what I was hoping to hear." Ragnar muttered. "Where is Toothless?"

"He's also down here." Hiccup yelled, Ragnar laid down and peered down the edge, now spotting the large black dragon who had hung himself upside down form one of the beams. "He likes to watch this unfold and poke me now and then."

"Alright." Ragnar said as he climbed back up, sitting next to Heather and Astrid. "So how can we resolve this?"

"Hiccup needs to apologise." Astrid stated sternly. "It's that simple."

"Well, I don't think he is going to." Ragnar said calmly, feeling like he is dealing with a dragon egg that is about to explode. "Do you have any other proposals?"

"No, just an apology." Astrid states clearly. "Nothing more, nothing less." She adds, directing the last part downwards towards Hiccup.

Ragnar sighed, the stubbornness of Vikings was truly unmatched. "Hiccup, can you find a way out?"

"I left my blades at home today." Hiccup said from underneath the planks. "And Toothless refuses to chew through the ropes."

"Have you asked nicely?" Ragnar yelled down, looking at the large black dragon who was calmly watching his rider's predicament.

"I promised him many belly rubs and neck scratches, but he's a really hard bargain." Hiccup said. "The lizard is being stubborn again."

He could see how the dragon extended his paw far enough to hit the trapped assassin on the back of his head, which was followed by an annoyed 'Would you stop that?'.

"If you'd just swallow that pride of yours you could get out of there half a day ago." Heather yelled down.

"If Astrid did the same than we I wouldn't be in here in the first place." Hiccup yelled back. Receiving an angry glare from Astrid through the creaks in the boards.

"He's been in there for a half day?" Ragnar asked surprised. "Has he eaten?"

"Don't worry." Heather said. "The twins brought him food and water."

"The twins?" Ragnar asked with a mixture of surprise and confusion. "Why would they do that?"

"They knew this would go on longer if Hiccup had eaten." Heather responded. "People around town are starting to make bets who's going to break first."

"Gods, why is this such a problem?" Ragnar asked as he unstrapped his hidden blade from his arm.

"If you give that to him," Astrid began. "I'll kill you." She added sternly, her eyes set to kill.

"Understood." Ragnar said as he sat down on the wood, carefully positioning himself above a wide crack. He looked at the tribunes, where Stormfly was now preening herself to look good. "You're dragon is really pretty." Ragnar said, causing both the girls to turn their heads to the large, bird-like dragon that was preening herself on the tribunes.

"She truly is." Astrid replied as she observed her Dragon. Meanwhile, Ragnar a loose nail from the floorboards and held it down the crack, hoping that Hiccup would see it. Sure enough, he quickly felt the nail being gently pulled from his grasp. Right as Astrid turned back to him.

Ragnar quickly scratched his chin and looked at the Nadder, before looking at her with an innocent gaze. She turned to Heather, who merely shrugged, indication that she didn't know of anything.

"Well, I better get going." Ragnar said as he stood up. "Got a day of work tomorrow."

"I'll walk with you." Heather said as she also jumped to her feet.

Astrid sad quietly on the hatch, with her company gone, and her patience thin, she turned to her only form of entertainment. "Ready to apologise?" She asked as she laid down on the hatch, staring at the sky.

"No." Hiccup said from beneath her, busily pulling little pieces of fibre from the thick rope. He only had to open one hole and he would be able to go through it. He slowly picked small patched of fibre and pulled them to himself with the nail, snapping them and then repeating the process with the next batch. It was a slow and tedious process, but it worked, and that was the important part. "Are you ready to move yet?"

"What do you think?" Astrid asked as she noticed that Stormfly came to her. She gently patted her dragon when she came over, the large dragon not minding the trapped heir since she got treated, and her rider was happy, so how bad could it be?

"I'm giving you one last chance Hiccup." Astrid said. "I'm heading home soon, but I'll keep Stormfly on here." But her threads were in vain, when she didn't gain a response from underneath her she stomped on the hatch a few times, before finally checking underneath the platform. She could see the netting with the sheep in it, but Hiccup was gone, and a small hole was made in the netting. Toothless had also left, probably followed his rider home in the hopes of food.

She sighed, and after releasing the sheep headed home, tired.

AN:

*UPDATE: I reuploaded this because I didn't finish the layout, the long black lines and that sort of things, also left the chapter overview at the bottom, I'll leave it there to give you guys an idea of my writing, but I did make it a bit more prettier like it usually is, I just didn't have much time yesterday.*

Well, here it is. As promised, somewhere around last weekend. :D

Yea, I really need to get my shit together.

Anyway, Expect a new chapter next week, and I'll try to get back to my regular uploading schedule.

Yea, the AN is pretty short, because I am tired. It's almost 12 o' clock where I live, and I still need to upload this.

Intro: (2000)

Flying around, explaining racing.

Playing a race, which Hiccup wins.

Astrid is annoyed but doesn't go crazy.

Middle: (2000)

Some way to do a time skip.

Explaining life in the village and the imminent winter

Another dragon race, one of the two participates while the other goes to secretly gather information.

Ragnar heads out, disovers that Drago wants a whispering death but someone is stopping him.

End: (2000)

A bit of the race itself.

Funny jukes of hiccup winning

Ragnar and Hiccup find a quiet place to discuss their new discoveries

Whispering Death stuff, someone is preventing the trappers of doing so.

Might be another assassin that they didn't know of.

Should visit.

Need to find a moment when they can both leave.

As you can see I didn't manage to fit everything in the chapter that I wanted to, so you can expect that in the next few chapters.

Take Care

R4y