A/n: Another of mine. In answer to bluerose921: (though Emerald has been Cumberbatched has already answered it (nice to see conversations within reviews!)) Hiccup can speak Dragonese, though in the books he's the only one that can, as it's seen as a bad thing (as are all things even remotely intellectual, actually).

'Can we, Hiccup? Please?'

'No!' Hiccup snapped, thoroughly sick of Toothless's whining. 'What's your obsession with this grass, anyway?'

'It smells nice! Really nice!' Toothless revealed, bouncing around, 'Come on!' he pleaded, giving Hiccup his cutest possible look, head cocked slightly to the side and eyes wide.

'Ugh... fine,' Hiccup relented, 'We can go. Only for a bit; I still have things to do today!'

Toothless let out a contented sigh, flopping down onto the grass.

'Hey!' Hiccup protested, having been flung off Toothless's back and into the grass when the night fury flopped down with such enthusiasm. 'Watch the one-legged Vikings!'

Toothless didn't respond, simply letting out a hum of happiness as he rolled around.

'Hmm...' Hiccup hummed thoughtfully, 'Wonder if this works on all dragons?' Of course, he knew from experience that it worked on gronckles, so the effect was likely to be widespread throughout several species, but there was sure to be an exception - typhoomerangs and eels had shown him that much.

'I'm off to the nest.' he said lightly, 'See you in a bit.'

Toothless let out another contented sigh.

'Okay guys,' Hiccup said. 'Now, if you'd form an orderly queue and of course nobody listens.' he muttered sarcastically, holding his hands out in half-hearted attempt to stop the stampeding dragons.

'Dragon grass!' Cloudjumper, not part of the growing dog-pile but still displaying clear excitement, said, 'I've been looking all over for this! How'd you find it?'

'Less found, more crashed into.' Hiccup admitted. 'It was back when we were just getting used to the tailfin, and we crashed here. Turns out, dragons really like it...'

'We do.' Cloudjumper affirmed. 'Thanks for showing us.'

'Yeah. Well, really, it was kinda part of an experiment...' Hiccup told the four-winged dragon. 'I wanted to see if any types of dragon aren't affected by the grass. Though it looks like there aren't any...' he noted, nodding to the heap of dragons, all rolling around happily. 'Do you know any?'

'I don't know... the bewilderbeast, perhaps? They didn't seem to be affected by anything.' Cloudjumper theorised.

Hiccup nodded thoughtfully. It made sense; it was a shame there wasn't a bewilderbeast handy to ask about it. Though, there was someone on Berk who knew a lot about dragons.

Hiccup thanked Cloudjumper for his time, letting him get back to enjoying the grass as he went off in search of Valka.

"Dragon grass? You've found a patch here?" Valka asked. She had managed to expertly avoid Hiccup's original question in the interests of abating her own curiosity. "Have you told the nest yet? They'll be so excited."

"Yeah," Hiccup said impatiently, "But about the question, did -"

"The bewilderbeast? Well, he never went to the patches of it when we found them. Either he wasn't effected, or he wanted the others to have it before him. He was the alpha; he put the needs of the nest above his own."

Hiccup nodded. "Makes sense. Well, I'm sure we'll find one eventually, like with the eels."

Valka smiled. "Typhoomerangs? Yes, they like eels, but other dragons sure don't like them eating them!"

Hiccup grinned, leading Valka in the direction of the grass as she explained how other dragons tended to avoid the typhoomerangs come feeding time.