Astrid poked her head around the corner. "There you are! We're heading to the arena now."

Hiccup promptly got up and walked over to see her, and was rewarded with a quick kiss.

I had smiled when Astrid arrived, but I looked away awkwardly at their blatant affection. I reminded myself that we were friends, I was happy for him; but it felt like I was forcing myself to feel that way. There's no denying that we both liked each other when we were on the Island, but that time is over. I'm also still new here, and the only romantic interest shown towards me was by that Snotlout fellow; and after hearing Hiccup's many negative stories about him I didn't consider being in a relationship with him a possibility.

I followed the pair out of the Smithy's, leaving behind Hiccup's sketches of my new wing. I should really be more grateful to him for helping me.

I trailed them, and suddenly noticed that they were holding hands. I could feel my stomach drop and my eyes looked anywhere but at them. I tried to acknowledge the fact that Hiccup looked over his shoulder to check on me, but I couldn't meet his eyes. It was just a glance, but I have to stop worrying so much.

Toothless bustled over and joined us, shoving his head in-between the couple, which earned a grateful sigh from me. I couldn't help but smile at his sense of humour.

The arena came into sight quicker than I intended, and we were greeted by Fishlegs and Snotlout who had been waiting with their dragons patiently.

Meatlug promptly toddled over and licked my arm. I greeted her, trying to avoid the fact that I could feel the other Vikings gaze resting on me. Meatlug was very kind actually. She spoke often about Fishlegs and the best tasting rocks; well, not spoke. More like grunted.

I turned back to the others, who all chattered excitedly about today's activities.

I was standing a short distance away, but I thought I could hear a mention of my name. My eyes directed back to the others, who all chattered excitedly about today's activities. I ignored it and greeted the other two dragons. They all seemed glad that there was someone around here now that could actually understand them.

"Where's Ruff and Tuff?" Snotlout grumbled, crossing his arms.

"I think I saw Ruff tying an axe to the front of their house," Fishlegs stated. All our eyes turned to him with raised eyebrows. "Hey, it's Ruff. Don't ask me why she does what she does."

Astrid clapped her hands together. "So Gobber has asked us to disarm some of the traps in the forest. They're worried about the missing sheep getting caught in them, and a few of the other Vikings have volunteered to fix the fence instead of us."

"I don't see why we should… they're just sheep," Snotlout exasperated.

Astrid put her hands on her hips. "Fine. We'll just use you to disarm the traps then."

Hiccup's eyebrows rose in amusement and Fishlegs was attempting to hold back a snicker.

I just looked on with a smile. I really had no opinion in the matter. If they were worried about the sheep, then I would help.

I remember the first time Hiccup had shown me a sheep. It was only the third day I had been to Berk, but those things are everywhere- they're hard to miss.

"Let's just go, the twins'll have to catch up," Hiccup concluded.

The boys hopped on their dragons, and Astrid climbed on Toothless with Hiccup and quickly left the arena. Quick as a wing beat, I was left standing there wondering what had just happened. Usually Hiccup would wait for me to join him…

I stretched out my singular wing and sighed, quickly closing it again. Looks like I was on my own. Luckily my tracking skills are second nature; I'd find them in no time. The tunnel stretched around me and expanded into the open air as I walked towards where the dragons had disappeared into the forest.

The surrounding trees were peaceful, and I couldn't help but be reminded of the jungle back home. The large trees would stretch to the sky similarly, but at home they'd cover almost every view of the sky. The elders always believed that the spirit of our ancestors dwelled in those trees. They were considered sacred.

I began to question their teachings at a young age. It started when my father was teaching me how to fly for the first time. We were in a clearing and he was showing me how to push off and beat my wings properly; all of the regular things a young Dragon Wing must learn before their initiation. I had just gotten the hang of hovering, and it was very tiring. Father coaxed me to try flying around the circle, but as soon as I changed direction, I crashed headfirst into a tree. He rushed over and helped me up, apologizing and worrisome, but I was unscathed. When I stood back up and looked at the tree I had hit, the bark had been scarred, which I never knew could happen. They were whole, solid beings as far as I had ever learned. To be scarred was unholy, and… mortal.

After that, I used to carve tiny figures into the trees. I was never caught, but one time the elders found some of my doodles and thought that it was a bad omen. They made the tribe fast for two weeks.

I shook my head at the memory and smiled. I was a mischief-maker, that's to be sure.

I was shaken from my thoughts as the sound of familiar voices flooded over me. I stepped out into the clearing. No wonder I had caught up; the twins had arrived and were stuck in a tree. Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, and Hiccup all stared up at them with their dragons pacing restlessly around them.

Toothless poked his head up when I approached. He was grumbling about the 'insolent vikings', while Hookfang was poking his head into a bush, and I could hear him noting that he smelled the scent of sheep. Barf and Belch were looking up at the twins with amusement.

I walked over, joining the group as if I had always been there.

"This is not comfortable!" Tuffnut shouted. He was hanging from a branch by his pants.

Ruffnut was just clinging to a limb, praying that she wouldn't fall.

"Alright Barf, Belch. Might as well get 'um down now," Hiccup sighed.

The two-headed dragon acknowledged him and stuck their faces up into the trees to assist their riders.

The rest of us looked at each other with tired groans.

"So I think Gobber said there's a trap nearby. By the oak tree," she pointed to a tree just out of the circle.

Snotlout immediately ran over, "I've got this one."

The rest of us crossed out arms. I hadn't said a thing since the Smithy's, but I couldn't find the words. Any words. Maybe it's because I don't speak English well. I had to convince myself that that was the reason.

As if on queue, Snotlout ran out of the forest with a trap snapped right around his leg. Hookfang quickly followed, but his expression was even more fearful. I rushed over. Knowing Hookfang, he usually would care less about his rider's injuries, but presently he had a disturbed look in his eyes.

The other Vikings were unamused by Snotlout, as if it was a common practice. Hiccup must have noticed me hurry over to the Nightmare though, because he paced quickly behind me.

I ran my hands over Hookfang's nose and began chattering to him. Hiccup was standing close by, with worry in his eyes.

'What's wrong? Did you see something?' I asked the dragon.

'Wild dragon,' was all that I could decipher in his jitteriness.