A/n: Sorry for the lack of updates. Real life keeps getting in the way, inconvenient little poo stick as it is, but I'm back with another chapter now! This is one of Emerald's ideas.

Finding new, interesting objects while on patrol was nothing new. Even finding new types of eggs had happened before, though it was rarer and never seemed to end well (at least, where the twins were involved). So Fishlegs wasn't too amazed to discover a new dragon egg, and he knew just what to do with it.

Unfortunately for Hiccup, that meant that he was soon to have a new hatchling to deal with. Well, if Fishlegs could find Hiccup before the egg hatched. And, he realised, looking down at the occasionally twitching egg, that had a high chance of not happening.

After the egg started to show signs of cracking, Fishlegs had no choice but to take matters into his own hands. Silently cursing Hiccup's ability to drop off the edge of the Earth when he was needed, Fishlegs hefted the egg - it was quite heavy, heavier than any other egg he'd carried - and plopped it into the nearest well. Wells were increasingly used to hatch eggs, given their tendency to blow up and Berk's newfound love for having the same set of buildings for more than a month.

The egg hatched as soon as it started to sink, and the baby dragon that emerged from it floated to the surface.

It looked quite a bit like a zippleback, with two heads, but had a more dark colour scheme of an almost black, reddy-purple that would no doubt contribute to its species name.

"Hello," Fishlegs said softly, plucking the new dragon from the water and cradling it softly. The dragon nuzzled closer to him in response, and Fishlegs grinned.

Meatlug frowned. She was one of the many who laughed at Toothless when Hiccup came home with yet another baby dragon - the night fury's pouting jealousy was truly a sight to behold - but she was starting to rethink how quick she was to ridicule him for it. It was, as it turned out, very difficult to not get jealous when your rider started to ignore you in favour of tending to the younger dragon that had suddenly invaded your home.

'Come on, let's go play!' Meatlug tempted, holding a rock and trying to wave it a little. Fishlegs shushed her instead of responding, and Meatlug huffed. No hatchling was going to keep her from her rider!

'Come on!' she said again, more forcefully, tugging on Fishlegs' clothes this time.

"Not now," the young Viking responded, pulling away from the gronckle's grip. "I'm busy."

Meatlug huffed again. She was well aware that she was sulking, and probably looked ridiculous, but she wanted to have some attention! Well, if he wasn't going to give it to her willingly, she'd force it out of him. With that in mind, Meatlug turned round, growled back at the baby dragon for good measure, and stalked out of the room.

"How about... deadly shadow?" Fishlegs asked. The dragon in his arms didn't respond. "Yes, that's perfect!" the Viking took the non-response in his stride with the yell, and he wrote the name down proudly so that he wouldn't forget it. Now, to tell Hiccup of his discovery, and leave the small dragon in his care.

Or perhaps not. Fishlegs had bonded well with the deadly shadow, and he thought that it would make a great addition to his family.

"Come say hello, Meatlug!" Fishlegs encouraged, looking behind him for the first time in an hour to discover that his other dragon had disappeared. "Meatlug?"

Half an hour of frantic searching later, Meatlug was discovered, in one of her favourite hiding spots. There was just enough room for Fishlegs to crawl in beside her, so he left the hatchling in Hiccup's capable hands - he'd finally found the chief, who'd apparently been hiding Toothless from a group of rather affectionate females - and scooted in.

"What's wrong?" he prompted.

'That baby dragon.' Meatlug practically spat. 'You only have time for it, now.'

"Oh." So, it was a case of jealousy. "You know that I'm your best friend though!" Fishlegs reminded, "And you'll always be my favourite. Babies just need more attention."

Meatlug took a moment to consider that. 'Okay...' she said reluctantly. 'But you have to play with me still.'

"Of course! You up for a round of sheep toss?"