A/n: This was suggested by trystrike and a guest (who was probably trystrike - the requests were p much the same - but just in case) and it's really short and for that I apologise. This is the last of the requests now, as the next chapter is another of my own design. (Cue mystery noises - what will the crossover be this time?)

Stokehead flew low over the forest, scanning the trees below and judging which would be best to use as firewood. Part of his job was to do as such, now that he was a proper resident of Berk, and he took pride in it. That was why he only selected the best firewood - or maybe the second best, if it was being supplied to Snotlout.

A flicker of movement below him caught his eye. It wasn't big enough to be a dragon, but he was certain that it wouldn't be an animal, either, given that most of those had been driven away from Berk once the dragons took permanent residence there.

Cautiously curious, Stokehead dipped down and landed a small way away from the intruder. Now that he had a closer look, he could identify them as speed stingers. Well, good to know. Stokehead thought, preparing to take off now that he knew there wasn't a threat.

Wait, speed stingers? Stokehead remembered how they'd gone down the last time they'd ended up on Berk. Better get rid of them, then.

'What're you doing here?' he asked; better to be safe than sorry, and he needed to know exactly how to deal with them.

'We run. Bad Viking chase.'

Well, that was certainly informative. Short and to the point, definitely.

'Okay...' he said, thinking it over. 'Do you promise to stay away from Vikings?'

'Bad Viking chase.' the leader repeated. Stokehead decided to take that as a yes.

'Right. I'll help you get a shelter started - Gothi said there'd be a storm today -' in fact, if Stokehead paused in his speech, he could almost hear Bucket's screams - 'so you'll need one of those. And a fire... you guys can do fire, right?'

'Bad Viking chase.'

'Good for you. Not exactly the answer I was looking for, though...'

'This okay?' Stokehead asked. As soon as he did, he knew that the reply would be the same as it had been an hour previously, but he said it anyway. He and the speed stingers - it was mostly his work, but he wasn't complaining - had managed to find a suitable cave, and Stokehead had started them a fire, because he wasn't sure if they had the presence of mind to set one, even if they could. 'Bye then.'

'Bad Viking chase.'

'Yeah, you do that.'

Stokehead backed out of the cave, checking around himself quickly to make sure that no one was about to find the small dragons already - he didn't much want to be caught helping them, after the fiasco of last time.

The timberjack flew off, not noticing the Viking hiding behind a nearby tree. Hiccup smiled to himself as he watched the cave's entrance, happy that someone had helped the speed stingers out. And if Stokehead wasn't going to say anything about it, then he wouldn't either.