As my way of saying sorry for all this time ive been away, I wrote another chapter to keep the story going. one of the main reasons why i didnt bother to continue writing is because I got so bored of the contests, but thankfully, they will be over soon. the next chapter is going to be a little scandalous because of Phantom's attempt to throw Hiccup off his game. Also, in order for me to write the next chapter, I need to know exactly what your opinions are of things getting more heated and M rated in the way of romance. hehehe. anyway, leave a review and I will be exceptionally thankful.

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After the incident in the hot-springs in Dragons Lair, Shadow, Phantom and Hiccup stayed well away from each other. Well, Phantom was trying to hunt Hiccup down, but the young Viking was too smart to be caught so easily. By now, Phantom was well and truly pissed off.

That scrawny little Viking was in no way worthy of his Shadow. The Dragoness rightfully belonged to him, and him only. Humans and Dragons didn't make good pairs, especially Black Moons and humans. In a few decades, Hiccup would be dead, and this whole issue would be all for naught. Unless Hiccup was somehow magically turned into a Black Moon dragon, then his mortal lifespan would end while the dragons lived on.

Couldn't she see that? That they were better suited for each other? Not only was Phantom a male of the same species, he was also from a purebred line. His own father was one of the five dragon generals, just like her. That in itself should be reason enough for her to choose to court him instead of that runt. Sure, Hiccup was the son of a chief, but Phantom was the son of a general.

Why she liked that toothpick over him, he didn't know, but he was determined to show her the error of her ways. Phantom would prove to her who was better.

Determined to win the next challenge, the ghostly drake stalked into the forest.

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Half an hour before sunset, both males were racing towards the entrance to Dragons Lair, gifts in hand, hoping they would not be late. If Hiccup was honest with himself, he was unsure that the wing blades he was presenting would guarantee another victory. Because of that detour he took to see Shadow again, he lost precious time to complete the blades. They were still prototypes and would need to be tested and remade over and over again before they were perfect.

Phantom on the other hand, looked smug. He was sure his gifts would get him a win. He was sure that Hiccup didn't know about every part of their culture, so he exploited this fact, and planned on presenting Shadow something that Hiccup would never have the nerve to do.

Three Terrible Terrors trailed behind him like obedient pets, unwavering as they followed him. These three Terrors happened to be the same ones that spoiled his chances of winning the first trial. They were the ones who ate two of the boars he hunted down another three. After hunting them down, intimidating them and cashing in their debt to him, they were now his loyal servants. Servants that he would give to Shadow to use as she saw fit.

If there was one thing that Black Moons loved, it was having others indebted to them. Every Black Moon had servants at some point in their lives, and used them for many different reasons. In fact, Phantom knew that Shadow herself had bound Hiccup to her as her own servant at one point, and used him and his own life to get herself out of what was surely an attempt on her life.

Servants were the norm in their culture, and these three souls would surely fetch a good price, even if they were just Terrible Terrors. Phantom was sure of a win.

The teens gathered outside of Dragons Lair looked at him disapprovingly as he turned up with a red, orange and yellow Terror behind him, but his warning look silenced any words on their lips.

Hiccup handed his gift to Fishlegs, the wing-blades bound together and covered in fabric to keep the razor sharp blades from cutting him. Phantom looked down at the three Terrors and jerked his head towards Astrid, growling at them in a command to follow her to their new master. Obediently, the tiny dragons walked after the Shield-maiden into the depths of the Dragons Lair.

As soon as the gift bearers were out of sight, Phantom jerked his head towards Hiccup and growled a warning. He had in no way forgiven the boy for sneaking in and seeing Shadow, especially after he scented the air and saw his mark on her skin. The runt was overstepping his boundaries and if he didn't stop, the dragon trapped within Phantom would break free and claim what was rightfully his, and wouldn't show any mercy to the dragon rider, or anything that got in his way.

Hiccup glared back and bared his teeth as well, growling lowly in his throat. He refused to back down to the ghostly drake, and acted as his equal so he knew he meant business.

That smug look in his eyes would be the death of him, Phantom swore. He could see deep into those deep forest green eyes and knew that he didn't regret going down to see Shadow, breaking the rules, and purposely agitating him. Oh how Phantom wanted to claw that look off his face.

Maybe he could plot something against the runt to throw him off his game. It would be an absolute pleasure to watch him spiral down in defeat. Yes, he thought, he would plot something to knock him down a few pegs to ensure his own victory.

Grinning wolfishly, Phantom turned his murderous gaze back to Astrid, who had just reappeared from inside the Dragon's lair.

"It's a close call, but ultimately, Phantom is again the victor." She said.

Phantom smirked, revealing razor sharp fangs and basked in his victory while he watched Hiccup storm off. The young Viking would probably loose many precious hours sleep over his loss, but as long as he worked himself into exhaustion, that suited Phantom just perfectly.