A/n: A bit of a less serious one here. Anyone who doesn't like questionable attempts of humour should probably sit this one out. Credit to friend without fanfic account (you know who you are, "Rick Astley") for the idea.

Hiccup looked down on his latest invention triumphantly. After an hour of planning, several more spent making it in the forge, and the few seconds he'd taken to admire it now, it was finally time to test out his new creation.

I can't believe I nearly threw these plans away! he marvelled, beaming down at the work. Now, he just had to find himself a sheep...

He'd taken the schematics from his previous two-in-the-morning invention, editing it slightly so that now, instead of riding on the backs of dragons, the sheep would fly. They would be ecstatic, he was sure; they always seemed to view the dragons so enviously as they soared past each morning. Or perhaps their cowering had been out of fear...

No matter; he'd made the contraption and the sheep would use it whether they wanted to or not.

"Toothless!" Hiccup called out, sticking his head out of the forge door for the first time that day to hunt down his errant dragon, "Found a sheep yet?"

The night fury bounded over dutifully, sheep in mouth. He didn't understand his rider's sudden obsession over the creatures, but he got the feeling that Hiccup having had approximately three hours of sleep over the past week was to blame for this sudden burst of insanity. He and Hiccup's fellow Berkians had made the unanimous decision to let the insanity run its course - the results could be amusing - and wait for Hiccup to sleep of his own accord.

What's that? Toothless asked, though he knew that the question was heard as a random growling sound to his rider.

"Sheep will finally fly!" Hiccup explained, grinning as he grabbed the animal and shoved it into the metal contraption. "We need a place to throw it from..."

Hiccup shook his head. Hey, Cloudjumper! he called, noticing the larger dragon walk past, I'm going to need your help with this one!

What, another stupid invention? Cloudjumper asked, abandoning his previous task to come see what Toothless needed assistance with, So, what's the estimated sheep casualty rate this time?

None, if we can catch it... Toothless spared a glance over to his sleep-deprived rider, He plans to throw one off a cliff, to see if it flies. Don't ask, he added, noticing Cloudjumper's confused expression.

Wait - where's Hiccup? Cloudjumper asked, peering past Toothless to notice that Berk's chief had escaped.

Oh no. Quick - we have to find him!

A few minutes of frantic searching later, Toothless found Hiccup, dangling the sheep off the cliff. Despite the sheep's desperate bleats of protest, Hiccup seemed to be finding some sick entertainment in the scene.

You really need to get him to bed. Cloudjumper pointed out unhelpfully.

I've been trying. Toothless deadpanned, walking over to his rider. I'll be taking that, he muttered, snatching the sheep in his jaws.

"Give me the... sheep..." Hiccup protested, losing awareness quickly, "It wants to fly..."

Pretty sure it doesn't, Cloudjumper said, taking the sheep from Toothless. I'll take this one, you get Hiccup...

Toothless nodded, scooping his - now asleep - rider up onto his back and heading back to their house.

"I did what?" Now thoroughly rested, Hiccup was getting an update on Berk activity from Astrid. The first point of discussion had been his actions over the last day, which Astrid hadn't been able to keep a straight while explaining. "Why did no one stop me?"

"It was too funny." she admitted, "I mean, you - you tried to make a sheep fly!"

"Yeah, so I've been told," Hiccup said dryly. "Though it does raise the question... would it have worked?"

"Actually, yes." Astrid answered. "Gobber's putting it in the museum of Hiccup's strange successes as we speak."

Hiccup groaned. "Why did you start that up? Isn't it bad enough me making a fool of myself every so often? Do we really need a shining monument to my embarrassments?"

The museum - if it could even be called as such - was a slowly growing collection of Hiccup's more interesting creations that Gobber had started in the forge. Despite Hiccup's many attempts to 'accidentally' destroy it, there always seemed to be someone present at just the right time to stop the disaster from happening.

"Yes." Astrid deadpanned. She was only able to hold her straight expression for a second though, soon collapsing into fits of giggles.

"Yeah, laugh it out," Hiccup grumbled, "We'll see who's laughing after the next dragon race..."