MDM's Version of Riders of Berk
A/N: At last! These chapters sure take longer to get down than I thought. I think I can upload a chapter every one or two months, depending on my schedule.
Well, here's what you have been waiting for: Chapter 2 of my version of "Riders of Berk"! Roll it!
Chapter 2
Viking for Hire
Everybody needs a place in the world. Some people are born to theirs.
A scene shows Stoick on board a ship, giving out commands to the crew. "Raise the sail! Turn her towards starboard!" He ordered.
"Aye, sir!" The crewmates responded.
Some people discover theirs.
The scene then shows a flashback of when Hiccup was first bonding with Toothless with Ragnar and Juno watching the interaction between them. Toothless snorted after he removed his snout from Hiccup's palm before rushing off, leaving the Trio alone to take in the depth of the moment.
And some people make a place for themselves.
The scene changes again to back when it was kill or be killed. Gobber had finished making a sword in the forge, and placed it in a wagon full of newly sharpened weapons. He then brings it out to everyone.
"Grab a weapon!" He shouted out to the fighting Vikings "No time to be choosy!"
As everyone gets a weapon from the cart, Gobber faces a Monstrous Nightmare while the rest of the village goes chaotic. Then more and more dragons began to fill the sky.
The scene then changed back to the present day, where things had gotten much more peaceful.
But when the world around them changes, the place that they made is gone.
In the forge, Gobber had finished a sword, but then he sighed when he remembered that there's no point of it anymore. He sadly then placed the sword in a cart that had new weapons, but he knew that they would not see war.
Over at the newly established Dragon Academy, the Dragon Riders were having a pop quiz. Hiccup and Ragnar were giving out the questions, Astrid, Juno, and Fishlegs were on one team, and Snotlout and the twins were on the other.
"Every dragon has its own unique abilities that give it its special place in the world." Ragnar said.
"Which dragon makes the best welding torch?" Hiccup asked.
"Oh, Deadly Nadder!" Astrid answered right away.
"Its magnesium flame burns with the heat of the sun." Fishlegs quickly informed.
"It's so hot, it could melt solid rock in seconds." Juno added.
"Correct. Point to Team Astrid." Hiccup added a tally to their point column while the team shared a high-five.
"Okay, score is 100 to 10." Ragnar announced the current scores after he quickly did the math.
"And you started with 10." Astrid jabbed over at the other team, snorting a bit at their poor progress.
Tuffnut tried to retort back. "Oh, yeah? Well, the game's not over yet. Wait, what team am I on?"
"Next question." Hiccup broke in. "What is the shot limit of a Hideous Zippleback? Team Snotlout?"
"I don't think they can count that high." Astrid snickered.
"Oh, really?" Ruffnut challenged. "Let's find out. Barf? Belch?" She called out to the dragon that she and her brother shared.
The Zippleback fired six gassy balls of fire over at the other team. Astrid, Juno, and Fishlegs luckily managed to duck in time to avoid getting blasted.
"Hey, watch where you're shooting, muttonheads!" Juno shouted at the opposing team. They ignored her, though.
"Looks like it's about three." Tuffnut analyzed the burn marks, holding up two fingers.
"Told you we could count that high." Ruffnut retorted to Astrid.
"Uh, it's six." Hiccup corrected them. "You were half-right. Five points." Ragnar then added the additional points over to their column.
"Yes! We're up to 30!" Ruffnut shared a high-five with her brother and Snotlout.
Astrid got up and glared competitively at the other team. "Alright, it's our turn. What happens when you shoot fire at the owner of a Deadly Nadder?" She whistled for Stormfly, who woke up from her nap immediately and shot some tail spines at the other team, pinning them to the wall.
"No fair!" Tuffnut complained, not getting the point of her "question". "She didn't give us time to answer!"
Snotlout quickly freed himself and then hopped down from the wall. "I've got a question. What happens when I sic Hookfang on you?" He asked.
"Okay, guys, that's enough training." Hiccup cut in, closing his notebook. "So... we did some really good work here today."
But Snotlout was ignoring Hiccup's words. "Prepare to face the Monstrous Nightmare."
He got on Hookfang and pats his jaw. Suddenly, Hookfang reared up and set himself on fire, burning his rider's tush.
Snotlout immediately jumped off in pain. "AH! THAT'S THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK!"
He quickly leaps into a nearby water tub, and puts out his flaming bottom. "Aah... sweet relief." he sighed.
Astrid and the Misfit Trio walked over to him. "Hookfang never flames up when you're riding him." Hiccup said, confused about what just happened. "Is he okay?"
"Maybe he just realized who his owner is." A sarcastic Astrid answered him.
"There's room in here for two." Snotlout said to Astrid, smiling cheekily at her. Her answer to his "invitation" was her grabbing his helmet and then shoving him underwater.
After they left him in the trough, Juno said to her, "Next time he does something like that, let me clock him in his jaw."
"I'll take you up on that." Astrid replied with a snarky and friendly grin.
Later that afternoon, Gobber was trying to sell his weapons as home-friendly objects. A noticeable crowd had gathered around him, and the Misfit Trio was watching from a distance.
"Gather around!" Gobber called out. "Come on, one and all! You may think these dragon-killing weapons have no more us, but think again!" He picked up a longsword and a plate of toast.
"This longsword is now a lovely butter knife!" He tries to spread butter on it, but instead slices the toast into crumbs. Gobber smiled nervously.
"Eh, it's also good for making bread crumbs." Then, the plate breaks. The crowd just looks at him, silent and unamused.
"Moving on." He said.
Then, Mildew appeared beside the Trio. "Well, this is a dark day." He said with mock pity. The Trio glared at the old man.
"A great dragon slayer selling his weapons as kitchen utensils? Hm. Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk."
Gobber then holds up a mace. "Up next, how about this..." He pauses when he sees a fly land on the table. "...handy flyswatter?"
He brought the mace down, and the crowd gasps in fright as he smashes the table. Gobber then realized what had happened.
"He-he. Also good for getting rid of unwanted tables." Just for the heck of it, the fly emerges out of the wreck, miraculously unharmed.
Gobber quickly ignored it and then walked over to a huge catapult. "Now, for the lady of the house." Gobber announced. "When the hubby's off pillaging, how are you to protect yourself from home invaders? No problem when you have Big Bertha!"
Suddenly, the catapult flings over, hurling a giant boulder at a house, leaving a big hole in the wall. Disinterested, the crowd began to disperse.
"Hey, wait!" Gobber called out. "There's more! Come back! You haven't seen everything yet! I haven't cleared out my dungeon yet!"
Eventually, he gave up and pats the catapult. "It's okay, Bertha. We'll find a place for you."
Mildew tsks again and spoke to the Trio in a mocking tone. "Ah, it's hard to watch. Especially for you three, eh? The feelings of guilt must be tearing at your insides. I mean, you put him out of business with your little peace pact with the dragons. You ruined his life. Bravo."
Mildew then began to walk away, but not before Juno silently signalled for Coccinelle to trip him with her tail. The Trio all smirked at their little stunt, but it quickly faded when they turned their attention back to Gobber.
That evening, the Misfit Trio were in Hiccup's bedroom with Toothless, thinking about what happened that afternoon. Hiccup then sighed.
"Remember that Gobber made this for me?" He said, gesturing over to his prosthetic. "He taught us everything we needed to know to make Toothless' tail. We gotta find some way to help to him."
"Agreed." Juno said. "But how?"
"We'll figure out a way." Ragnar replied.
The front door opened up, then closed. Stoick came inside, collapsed onto his chair and sighed, holding his head.
"Tough day of chiefing, Dad?" Hiccup asked as he and the other members of the Trio came downstairs.
"I was all over the island." Stoick began as Juno began getting him a cup of ale. "I married the Svensson girl to the Odegaard boy at dawn, then down to the fields where some kids were tipping over yaks, then back up to the newlyweds to settle a domestic dispute. I guess that honeymoon is over."
"Remind me if I ever do marry, I will be with someone that I don't argue with too much." Juno muttered as she handed Stoick his mug of ale.
Ragnar and Hiccup heard that, and the latter gave the former a teasing smirk, who blushed a deep red and quickly elbowed his arm. Then the Trio got to work on the fire.
"Sometimes, I wish there were two of me." Stoick said.
Hiccup suddenly dropped his log in the fire as an idea popped in his head. "Dad, there are two of you!"
Ragnar and Juno both raised an eyebrow while Stoick got offended. "Is that another crack about my weight?!"
"No, I mean Gobber." Hiccup clarified. "He can be the other you." Juno and Ragnar then beamed when the idea hit them.
"Gobber?" Stoick asked skeptically. "Well, he's too busy making all those dragon-killing... Well, used to be, until you- Which is great! Except for Gobber."
"Exactly my point!" Hiccup said.
Stoick thought about it for a bit. The Trio watched him with anticipation.
"You know, that's actually not such a bad idea." He said. "I could use a right hand."
Hiccup decided to make a joke. "Which works out great, 'cause that's kind of the only one he has."
"Classy, bro." Ragnar said sarcastically, not liking the joke.
The next morning, Stoick handed Gobber half of a list of chief duties he had to do for the day. He explained to him what he needed to do, and they both went to work. But things didn't turn out so great. Gobber had named a baby girl Magnus when her real given name was supposed to be Hildegard, gave her a mace as a teething toy, gave Bucket and Mulch weapons to help solve a domestic dispute, and accidently sunk a boat when he repaired leaks with iron platings.
That night, Stoick held two ice blocks to his head to quell his splitting headache. Juno filled up a cup of ale and gave it to Hiccup to give to his father.
"Here you go, Dad." Hiccup handed the mug over to him, then noticed the two blocks of ice. "Wow. A two-block headache. You know, Dad, I think you're being a bit rough on Gobber."
"It was his first day on the job." Juno said. "Tomorrow will be way better."
"Oh, it will be for me." A frustrated Stoick replied. "Because it won't involve Gobber."
"What do you mean?" Ragnar asked.
Stoick removed the ice blocks from his forehead. "I tried to fit a square peg in a round hole, and it sunk a ship and named a baby girl Magnus! Not that she didn't look like a Magnus, but try telling that to her parents!"
The Trio shared a quick awkward glance before Hiccup exclaimed, "I can't believe you let him go! Well, we've got to help him!"
"We don't have to do anything." Stoick replied firmly. "You three, on the other hand, are going to be very busy finding a job for Gobber."
The Misfit Trio gave him confused looks.
The next morning, they soon found out what Stoick meant by that. They had gathered the other Riders at the Dragon Academy and told them of their situation and how they're going to handle it.
"You're bringing Gobber here?" A cautious Fishlegs asked them.
Hiccup tried to sound optimistic about it. "He's gonna be great. Nobody knows dragons like old Gobber. He's spent a lifetime, you know, studying them. If we can tap into that, we'll all be better Dragon Trainers."
Suddenly, the doors burst open, and Gobber comes in, pulling a cart full of weapons behind him. "I'm back!" He called out. "Did ya miss me?"
The dragons, excluding the Trio's, seemed intimidated by his arrival. "You were saying?" Ragnar hissed to his foster brother, but Hiccup ignored him.
"First of all, welcome." He said cautiously. "And second... tiny question, why did you bring your, you know...?"
"Killing things?" Gobber asked. "I thought maybe we could train them by threatening to kill them."
He took out an enormous mace. "That's how my daddy taught me to swim."
"Am I glad I didn't learn by that method." Juno whispered to the guys, who nodded in agreement.
Gobber then slams the huge mace hard into the ground. "School's in session!"
Frightened by the loud sound, all the dragons, not including the Trio's, flew off and out of the Academy. Their Riders then followed them, hoping to calm them down. But Gobber missed the point of their fleeing.
"Eh, I don't like school either." He said nonchalantly. The Misfit Trio all slapped their foreheads in unison.
A few hours later, the other Riders flew back to the Academy. They got off their dragons, all moaning in pain. The Trio were relaxing with their own dragons, each reading a different book, when they arrived.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Hiccup asked them.
Astrid groaned. "We've been riding our dragons for four hours." She explained, glaring at Stormfly. "It took forever to chase them down after Gobber scared them away."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that." Hiccup apologized.
He then saw Ruffnut kicking Tuffnut's bottom. "Do you two always have to fight?" He asked them.
"It's okay. I asked her to do that." Tuffnut said. "I was just trying to get the feeling back."
Ruffnut then bent over in the other direction. "You gonna return the favor or what?" She asked. Tuffnut then proceeded to start kicking his sister's tush.
Hiccup was confused. "We've flown for hours on our dragons, and we've never had a problem." He said, gesturing to himself, Juno, and Ragnar.
"That's because you three have saddles." Astrid gestured to the saddles on Toothless, Fossil, and Coccinelle.
"Good point." Juno stated.
"Wait..." Ragnar paused, getting an idea. Then, it hit the Trio at the same time.
"Saddles!"
Later, in Gobber's forge, the Misfit Trio told him their idea, and he was as ecstatic as them. "Saddles? I love it!" He took some designs that the Trio gave him. "I've got so many ideas."
He then looks at the drawings with disinterest and tosses them over his shoulder. "But not like these. Good ones."
The Misfit Trio quickly picked up their designs. "We're glad you're excited." Hiccup said. "But, I still think there are some things in our designs you could use. I mean, you did teach us everything we know."
"Exactly." Gobber said. "That's why you should let Gobber do what Gobber does best. I've been making saddles since you three were in diapers. In fact, I made your diapers."
"Didn't need to know that." Ragnar muttered under his breath.
Hiccup tried to get his point across while being as patient as he could. "I know you know what you're doing. But keep in mind, every dragon is different. So, you need to adjust the-"
Gobber interrupts him. "Hiccup."
Juno tries to explain again. "But-"
"Juno."
Ragnar then attempts to try. "But, we just think-"
"Kids." Gobber breaks in. "I may have taught you everything you know, but I haven't taught you everything I know." The Trio eventually gave in and left the smithy.
Later that night, they went to check on him along with their dragons. From outside, they could hear him singing.
I've got my axe,
And I've got my mace.
And I've got my wife
With the ugly face!
I'm a Viking, through and through!
"You know, he doesn't sing that song unless he's actually very happy." Hiccup said. "I think we did a good thing."
"But I don't think I could take much more of that song." Juno stated while cringing.
"Let's get some rest." Ragnar suggested. "Hopefully, tomorrow will be better."
At the Academy the following day, the Riders and their dragons are gathered to see what Gobber had done. "Alright, this is an exciting day for all of us." Hiccup began. "Gobber had been working hard to-"
"I think they might want to hear from the artist himself." Gobber interrupted before making his announcement to the excited teens. "I've made a lot of saddles in my day. Horse, donkey, and now, dragon. But these saddles are special. They're like my children; that is, if you strapped your child to a flaming reptile and rode it. So, without further ado..."
Gobber then unveils them. The teens were in awe at the odd-looking saddles.
"Wow, Gobber." A surprised Hiccup said. "This is certainly not what I imagined." Ragnar and Juno then voiced their agreements.
But once again, Gobber missed the point. "How could it be? I'm Gobber! Nobody knows what it's like to live in here!" He taps his helmet with his prosthetic.
Hiccup looked over to see Snotlout's saddle, and it was armed with a blower and a bit of lit-up hay. "Is, is that-"
"Yep!" Gobber confirmed. "Flamethrower."
He gave the Trio a demonstration, and they were stunned, but not for the right reason. "Didn't see that one coming, did ya?"
Juno and Ragnar slapped their foreheads while Hiccup tried to explain. "Uh, no, not for dragons. They come with one built in, actually."
But Gobber still didn't get it. "I know, but can ya really have too much firepower?"
"Do you really want us to answer that question?" Ragnar asked with a raised eyebrow.
The twins loaded large rocks into catapults that came with their saddles. They launch them, but Barf and Belch got struck in both heads, and they all fell to the ground.
"Uh, catapults for the twins?" Hiccup asked his mentor.
"This just spells, 'bad idea', all over." Juno muttered, crossing her arms. Gobber just shrugged.
Fishlegs' saddle had four maces on both sides, and Meatlug can hardly stay in the air for more than a few seconds. "You can do it, girl!" He encouraged her. "Think light." But Meatlug was too exhausted.
"Oh, come on!" Gobber shouted. "You can't tell me my saddle is heavier that Fishlegs!"
Juno roughly grabbed his arm. "He can be a bit sensitive about that." She quietly hissed at him, seeing the hurt and uncomfortable look on her friend's face.
Snotlout tried to put his new saddle on Hookfang, but he wouldn't let him. "Come on, Hookfang." Snotlout said, placing a hand on his dragon's snout. "What's wrong with you?"
Hookfang just turned away from his Rider. "That's it. Someone's trading with me."
"Yeah, sure." A sarcastic Tuffnut said. "I'll trade my perfect dragon for an angry oven."
Astrid, though, seems to be the only one who enjoys her new saddle. "This saddle's actually pretty good."
"Wait 'til you try the horn!" Gobber said.
Astrid blew into the telescope-like horn, amplifying the sound. But it scares Stormfly and she shot some tall spines, pinning Snotlout to the wall again.
"Really?" He complained. "Again?"
"So, anyway," Hiccup began, "I think we're really gonna need to a few-"
"Changes!" Gobber cut in, smiling. "I'm way ahead of you. I've got so many ideas! It's getting crowded up here." He tapped his helmet again.
Hiccup just looked at him with worry, while Ragnar and Juno facepalmed again.
Later that afternoon, the Misfit Trio were cleaning up the Academy, since it was full of burn marks. Stoick then enters, surprised at all the damage.
"My Odin! This place looked better when we were killing dragons here!" He exclaimed.
"Yeah, we sort of, 'Gobber-ed'." Hiccup explained.
"Big time." Ragnar added.
"Well, you know Gobber." Stoick said. "He means well, he just doesn't always do well. So what are you three going to do about him?"
"We're going to clean up his messes and re-do his work." Hiccup said.
"Completely." Juno piped in.
"Look; Gobber's like family-" Stoick began.
"Yeah, we know he is!" Hiccup interrupted, frustrated. "That's why we can't say anything to him."
"No, son." Stoick said, placing a large but gentle hand on Hiccup's shoulder. "That's why you have to. It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to Gobber."
"Why do we have to say something to him?" Hiccup asked, pulling away. "You didn't! You just passed him off to us!"
"That's what the chief does." Stoick explained. "He delegates."
The Trio were still looking away from him. "Look, I gave you three this academy because it's the best thing for Berk." Stoick continued. "Now, you have to do what's best for the Academy. And I'm sorry, kids, but what's best is very rarely what's easy."
He then began leading the Misfit Trio out of the Academy, their dragons following them. Stoick then noticed that Snotlout was still pinned to the wall, but he was sleeping, snoring away.
"And what about him?" he asked.
"Leave him." Hiccup said. "He's going for a record."
"Enough said." Stoick said as all of them left the Academy.
That night, the Misfit Trio were outside Gobber's smithy again. "Hey, you never know, guys." Hiccup said to his friends, both human and dragon. "Maybe Gobber finally looked at our plans and is actually making the saddles better."
"That's a big 'maybe', brother." Ragnar said, still a bit unconvinced as they entered the forge with Toothless, while Fossil and Coccinelle waited outside.
Gobber suddenly held out a crossbow once they had entered. The Trio all backed away with a yelp of fear.
"Gobber, don't shoot us!" Hiccup shouted.
"I would never shoot you three." Gobber assured them. "Unless I absolutely had to."
Hiccup chuckled nervously, while Ragnar and Juno were trying to stabilize their breathing from their slight panic attacks. "Still, if you could please put down the crossbow, we know we'll feel better."
Gobber set down the crossbow and began explaining his new ideas for the saddles. "You know, about the weapons, maybe the catapults were a bit much for some of the dragons. So, I've gone a different way. I've gotten rid of the two big ones."
"That's great!" Juno said.
"And replaced them with six little ones!" Gobber gestured to the new saddles with the six mini-catapults, three on each.
"Yeah." An unexcited Hiccup said. "Um, Gobber, we need to talk. Uh, we think it might be time for you to take a break."
"In case you haven't notice, the only time a Viking takes a break is to die." The Trio mentally facepalmed.
"Okay, maybe 'break' is the wrong word." Ragnar muttered to himself before directing his words back at Gobber. "What we mean is, we're not so sure that things are working out."
"Well, get back to me when you're sure." Gobber said.
Hiccup had had it. "Okay, I'm sure. Gobber, I'm gonna need to take you off the saddle project."
"Are you gettin' rid of me, you three?" Gobber asked. "Now I see why you had me put down the crossbow."
"It's just the saddles!" Juno tried to reassure him. "We'll find something else for you."
"I don't need your pity." Gobber said. "I've lost an arm and a leg. I think I'll survive losing a job."
"We're really sorry, Gobber." Hiccup sadly apologized as he and the others left the forge, leaving the depressed Gobber. "That was awful." Hiccup lamented.
"I don't see how this could be any worse." Ragnar said.
Suddenly, there was screaming as Hookfang started on a rampage. "Me and my big mouth." The Iverson boy muttered.
"Well, it looks like we're about to find out." Hiccup said.
Snotlout then came up to them, panting. "I never... thought... I'd say this, but guys, HELP!"
Hookfang suddenly stormed into the plaza, releasing fire from his mouth and causing Vikings to flee. "Everyone, back away!" Stoick ordered. "The dragon's out of control! It's not safe here!"
The Misfit Trio soon ran into the plaza with Snotlout behind them and explaining to them how this began. "I don't know what happened!" He cried. "I was just rubbing his head. He usually loves that, but this time, he went crazy. My dragon hates me."
"I doubt a dragon could ever hate its trainer." Juno tried to console him.
They then joined the other Riders who had arrived at the scene. "They do say that a pet will start to take on the characteristics of its owner." Fishlegs informed. "I think that's what's happening here."
"Hey!" Snotlout exclaimed offended, and elbowed Fishlegs in the stomach.
"Yeah, I rest my case." Fishlegs winced in pain.
Hiccup, Ragnar, and Juno started to slowly inch their way up towards Hookfang, with Hiccup leading them. "When was the last time he ate?" He asked Snotlout.
"Not for days."
"Well, that could be why he's like this." Ragnar said as he handed Hiccup a fish.
"You hungry, boy?" He asked, holding it out.
Hookfang sniffed it, and then grabbed it. He chewed it for a few seconds, before spitting it out and the cod landed in Stoick's beard.
"Sorry, Dad!" Hiccup and Ragnar apologized.
Stoick tossed the fish out of his beard. "We've got to get this dragon under control."
"Don't worry." Hiccup assured. "We can do this."
Slowly, Hiccup touched Hookfang's snout. "There you go. It's going to be okay." He then reached out and with his other hand, gently touched his jaw.
Suddenly, Hookfang pulled back and roared at the Trio. "Guys, run!" Astrid shouted from the sidelines.
"Way ahead of you!" Hiccup called back as he and the other two ran back to them.
Toothless went over to block Hookfang from causing any more damage. Fossil and Coccinelle stood in front of the people to protect them. The two dragons growled as they circled around each other. Then, Toothless pounced on Hookfang and the wrestling began. Once they were a good distance from each other, Hookfang released fire, but it caught a house.
"Toothless, stop!" Hiccup ordered.
Stoick then came up to him. "I've seen enough, Hiccup."
"But Dad-" Ragnar began.
"I'm sorry, kids, but we tried it your way."
Moments later, Stoick came to the forge. "Gobber, we need you!" He said when he arrived.
"No, you don't." Gobber sniffed as he came up to a weapons rack. "Nobody needs me. Nobody needs any of us."
He placed his hand on a catapult. "Not even you, Bertha."
"Are you crying?" Stoick asked his old friend.
"Course not." Gobber lied. "Just chopping onions."
"There are no onions." Stoick said, walking over to him.
"Not anymore. Look at what I used to chop them with." He held up a mace attachment.
Stoick decided to explain the problem. "There's a dragon in the plaza that's out of control."
"Then, why don't you call one of the Trio?" Gobber asked.
"No, Gobber. We need you." Gobber looked over at Stoick, then nodded.
Meanwhile, Toothless and Hookfang were still at it, while the Riders tried to think of something. "Come on, guys." Hiccup urged. "What haven't we tried?"
Juno then saw Snotlout looking over Hiccup, seeming pale with fear. "Snotlout?" She asked him.
"Gobber." He replied.
The Riders turned around and saw Gobber, armed to the teeth, holding some bolas in his hand. "Stand back." He ordered. "I came here to do what I do."
"He's gonna kill my dragon." A horrified Snotlout said.
"No, he's not." Hiccup tried to assure him.
"Uh, yeah, he is." Tuffnut opposed.
"You don't use that stuff to butter toast." Ruffnut pointed out.
"I mean, we would, but you obviously don't." Tuffnut added.
"For the first time in my life, I actually see your point." Juno said.
Hiccup came up to his father. "Dad, you can't be serious. Hookfang is Snotlout's dragon!"
Gobber turned over to him. "I'm sorry, Hiccup, but sometimes, you have to fall back on the old ways."
Ragnar then came up to them with Juno. "But he's a good dragon." He said.
"He's a good dragon." Snotlout agreed pleadingly.
"There's probably just something wrong with him." Hiccup tried to reason with them, explaining a possible theory.
"There's definitely something wrong with him." Snotlout looked ready to cry.
"We can't just get rid of him just because he's having a bad day." Juno explained.
"A bad day for a dragon could be a disaster for us. That's not a risk I'm not willing to take." Stoick said, and then he turned to the blacksmith. "Gobber."
Gobber went over to Hookfang, and threw a couple of bolas, tying his legs and wings together. Hookfang roared, and tried to breathe his fire, but instead coughed out small sparks.
"Ha!" Gobber cried triumphantly. "You're all out of fire!"
He then drew out a sword and began to raise it. The Misfit Trio ran over to him, and they all grabbed his arm.
"We can't let you do this." Hiccup said.
"There's no choice." Gobber said firmly, trying to pry his arm away from his students. "It has to be done."
Hookfang managed to light himself on fire and burned away the ropes of the bolas. He then roared right in Gobber's face. The blacksmith then noticed something in the Nightmare's mouth.
"Do you see that?" He asked the Trio.
"We do." Hiccup said as he, Juno, and Ragnar let go of Gobber's mouth.
The blacksmith sheathed his sword. "Time to put this beast out of its misery."
Astrid walked over to the Trio. "Guys, what are you doing?"
Hiccup held out his hand, silently telling her to just watch. Ragnar and Juno then gave her knowing looks. Snotlout whimpered, while Tuffnut turned to look away, earning a punch from Ruffnut.
Gobber yelled as he jumped on Hookfang's snout, while he tried to shake him off. Soon, Gobber was thrown off and gave everyone a grin. Hookfang shook around a bit, before he growled in relief.
"You didn't kill him!" Snotlout cried joyfully.
"For a toothache?" Gobber asked, showing everyone the rotten tooth. "What kind of lunatic are you?"
"No wonder he went crazy." Ragnar said. "That looks bad."
Hookfang, now no longer in pain, happily crawled over to Snotlout, and began tickling him with his snout. "Stop it!" He laughed, and Hookfang obeyed.
Snotlout then saw the knowing looks everyone was giving him, and he tried to act tough. "I don't know where that came from. Can you train that out of him or...?"
"Aw, I didn't know you cared, Snotlout." Juno teasingly cooed at him.
The Trio then walked over to Gobber. "Thank you, Gobber." Hiccup said to his mentor. "A bad tooth; I can't believe we didn't think of that."
"That's because you're not Gobber!" The blacksmith pointed out. "I've forgotten more about dragons than most men will ever know! Well, better go put the girls away." He then started to walk away, trying to hide his disappointment.
Ragnar then looked over at Hiccup and Juno. "You guys thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked, a smile forming on his face.
Juno smiled back at him. "I think so."
Hiccup grinned widely with excitement, then called out to their mentor. "Gobber, not so fast."
A couple of days later, the forge had a wooden dragon tooth hanging above from the entrance. It seemed that the blacksmith had finally found something new to do that would help their new community of dragons.
When the world around you changes, the good men find a way to change with it. And Gobber's one of those good men. In fact, he's one of the best.
In the forge, Gobber was loving his new job as a dragon dentist as he checked and brushed a Zippleback's teeth.
I've got my axe,
And I've got my mace,
And I love my wife
With the ugly face.
I'm a Viking, through and through!"
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this second chapter! I know there were some parts that I skipped, but they were just so cringe-worthy. Don't get mad at me if you like them.
The next chapter will take a while, even though it's one of my favorite episodes. I think every chapter will take about every 1 to 2 months. Hopefully, it will be consistent.
Don't forget to leave a review about what you guys think. See y'all in Chapter 3!
Got to fly! ;)