Disclaimer: I don't own How To Train Your Dragon, and knowing my luck, I probably never will. All rights go to the author of the books, Cressida Cowell, and the company that made the much-loved films and series, Dreamworks. However, I do own Brenna Bloodsword and Starlight the Night Fury, as they are my OCs. This disclaimer will change over time, as I may add more OCs to this story.

A/N: Here's a code I made up for you so this is easier to read.

Bold: Dragons are talking
Italics: Humans are thinking
Bold italics: Dragons are thinking
Underlined: Any language being spoken that isn't either Norse or Dragonese by bilingual/multilingual characters. It will be written like this for humans:

*Language goes here "Insert speech here."

And like this for dragons:

*Language goes here "Insert speech here."

If a dragon and human say the same thing at the same time in the same language (e.g. Brenna and Starlight both speaking Norse/Dragonese), every other word is both bold and underlined. If it's only one word, then it is every other letter.

If there isn't a language in front of the speech, assume that they are speaking Norse if they're human and Dragonese if they're dragons. Sorry about giving such a long A/N, but I felt I had to explain this for you.

A new day, a new thing to annoy Brenna Freya Bloodsword with. Today, it was Mildew complaining about the healing on the baby that she had done the day before. Never mind that it was for a desperate mother and her near-dying child, the man needed something to complain about concerning the one-legged redhead without delay!

"First she tries out a bit of basic healing, and then what?" he ranted to anybody who stuck around. "She'll be reviving the dead next! We'll have dead corpses walking around the moment she gets angry with us! Houses will crumble before our eyes with families still inside them!"

"How do you go from healing to reviving the dead?" Brenna asked, raising a single, red eyebrow with pure cynicism. "Healing and necromancy are the opposite of each other."

"Well, don't try to use either of those things on me!" The old man snarled as he left Brenna alone. Brenna breathed a sigh of relief and went to look for Starlight. She hadn't come down for breakfast yet, and she was normally very punctual. (For meals, at least. Everything else was a proverbial coin-toss.)

Maybe she's talking to Toothless, Brenna thought. That would certainly explain her absence.

She decided to go round the back to see if Starlight was in the garden and stumbled across the two Night Furies snuggling and nuzzling in a way that certainly wasn't platonic. "Toothless . . . how are you in my garden?" she stammered, completely forgetting to use Dragonese with them. The two sprang apart, embarrassed at being caught.

"Uh . . . hi, Brenna," Toothless stammered. "This is a . . . surprise."

"Hi, Brenna," Starlight replied, looking at the floor.

"This is not something I needed to see before I even had my breakfast," Brenna sighed. "Toothless, scram. Starlight, you and I need to talk." Toothless obeyed and ran off, leaving Starlight there with Brenna.

*Norse "What a lovely boyfriend I have," Starlight replied, rolling her eyes at his retreating back.

"Not important. Why was he in our garden?" Brenna asked.

*Norse "He just wanted to visit me. Is that really so bad?"

"He broke into our garden at gods-know-when!"

*Norse "He was just trying to see me!"

"Why can't he just see you some other time?"

*Norse "But this is just so cute!" Starlight sat down, closed her eyes and smiled up at the air in an almost dreamlike manner, completely ignoring Brenna.

"OK . . . just let me know when you're out of your little dreamworld," Brenna replied, sidestepping slowly away from her lovestruck Night Fury dragon sister and eventually just running into the house away from her. Starlight didn't care, though. She didn't even notice Brenna's absence.

Toothless is amazing, Starlight thought.

Hiccup was (mercifully) still asleep when Toothless slipped inside the house. He picked the window to Hiccup's bedroom as his entry point, because it was high up, big enough to fit him through it and he could pretend he was on his side of the room the whole time, peacefully sleeping like his rider was.

"Hey there, buddy," Hiccup yawned, rubbing the amber sands of sleep out of his eyes. "Came back from visiting Starlight, huh?" Toothless stiffened up with shock, embarrassment, and a little bit of guilt. "Yeah, I know how you got that big, stupid smile on your face. You went to see her earlier, when I was asleep. Starlight, the only female Night Fury alive. You must be so starstruck and so very much in love." Toothless shifted from foot to foot, focusing on the floorboards. Hiccup had caught on to him sneaking out. How?

"Damn nerdy humans," Toothless muttered, rolling his eyes at the thought of them. "Working too hard and sticking their noses into things that they just shouldn't be in. Why can't they just mind their own business?" A Terrible Terror of no clear gender overheard his futile complaints and sniggered.

"Got caught sneaking out of the wooden human nest, huh?" they teased. "Not so sneaky after all. And I thought you were a mighty Night Fury."

"Oh, just shut up!" Toothless snapped. "If I could fire at you without setting the human nest on fire, I would!"

"Aww, you poor thing. Never mind, I'm leaving now." And they flew off, rolling their eyes at the incompetent Night Fury.

"Stupid little Terrible Terrors," Toothless muttered.

"Toothless, get away from the stupid window!" Hiccup snapped, still rather sleepy. "There's light shining in my face, and it's annoying me. And stop growling."

"It's not nothing; you just . . . can't see any of it," Toothless snapped back. "Dumb, weak human eyes like yours can't see in the dark like I can, as I am a Night Fury that was made for the looming darkness."

"Stop grumbling, bud," the brunette inventor sleepily murmured. Toothless growled and rolled his eyes. "Anyway, where's Dad?"

"Downstairs," Toothless grumbled, pointing towards the stairs.

Hiccup put on his prosthetic leg and went downstairs for a meager breakfast of bread and butter (made from yak milk, of course). His father looked at it disapprovingly.

"You never eat enough," Stoick sighed. "This is why you get called fishbone by everyone."

"Including you," Hiccup huffed. "Why do you have to join in?"

"Ah, you know I'm just playing. I mean ye no harm."

It doesn't feel like you're playing, Hiccup thought. You sound just as mocking as everyone else. But he sucked it up, put on a brave face, and dealt with it. He was a Viking, after all. "I plan on translating some of Brenna's notes today."

"What for?"

"They're in multiple different languages. I speak and read all of them, so I have to translate it. Brenna would do it herself, but she's spending the day with Snotlout to train Hookfang."

"About time," Stoick huffed. "That dragon obeys nobody."

Meanwhile, Snotlout, Hookfang, Brenna and Starlight were at the arena, trying to train Hookfang to work with Snotlout. Unfortunately, Hookfang's newfound terror of Brenna Bloodsword was making that difficult.

"Hookfang, quit it!" Snotlout grumbled, as Hookfang refused to move an inch. He didn't want to deal with Brenna, and if his rider wanted him to for the sake of humouring a crush he had on her, then too bad because he just wouldn't!

"Hookfang, what has gotten into you?" Brenna asked. "Is it something I did?"

"Of course it is! It's always you!" Hookfang yelled. "I saw you take control of my fire that came out of my mouth! That was my fire, you hear me? Mine!"

"I freaked him out when I was fire-bending yesterday," Brenna told Snotlout.

"That is not natural!" Hookfang yelled, angry and a little flustered. "Humans should not have a command of fire at all! Who let her control fire?"

"Nobody lets you, per se, you just . . . learn on the go," Brenna explained.

"That's even worse!" Hookfang yelled.

Brenna sighed and looked Hookfang in the eye. *Dragonese "Hookfang, listen to me. Snotlout wanted me to help you to not set him on fire as much." Brenna sighed.

"So this is for his benefit?"

*Dragonese "It's for yours, too. A better relationship with your rider means he will be able to help you better."

Hookfang appraised her with critical eyes before relenting. "Fine. But only because you're terrifying."

*Dragonese "I'll take what I can get. Now, let's get started with a few shots at the targets." Brenna pointed at the targets, and Hookfang fired. His aim was pretty good, with four out of six bursting into flames.

"Yes! See how good when you are when you actually try?" Brenna celebrated.

"I know, I'm amazing," Hookfang preened, smirking at his rider.

"You're never like that for me," Snotlout whined.

"You've never deserved it."

Brenna gasped. "Hookfang!" she scolded.

"Sorry. Completely correct, but sorry anyway." Hookfang rolled his eyes at Brenna, who looked thoroughly unimpressed.

"You're going to need so much more help," Brenna sighed. "We're going to be here for session after session, aren't we?"

"We certainly will," Snotlout said under his breath. "Hookfang - OW!"

"Don't you dare put this all on me," Hookfang snapped.

"Hookfang and I will need all the help we can get. You just seemed like the best person to talk to," Snotlout said.

"Thank you for trusting in me so much! See you tomorrow!" Brenna said, walking home.

Snotlout smiled as he led Hookfang to his stable. "For once, I'm glad you don't listen to me," he said to Hookfang.

Hey, guys! Sorry I haven't added to this fic for a while. I've spent two years doing a sociology with psychology degree in university. Time has flown by so fast! I'll try to add to this a little more. FT543 signing out for . . . who knows how long.