"Ya'd better hurry up, lads! We ain't stayin' here the entire night," Gobber's voice resounded throughout the entire establishment, as the man scowled at the group of young adults, each being annoyed, the murmurs and groans that escaped their mouths. "Quit complainin', and get to work, brats."

The orange gleam shimmered in the sky, whilst the sun was halfway shrouded by the horizon, repeatedly dazing Hiccup's eyes, who, along with her peers, were compelled to help with the rebuilding of the destroyed, grandest catapult. Underneath her feet, arranged were bright-wooded planks, currently coated by the ash and burnout, shattered upon the impact of the large, steel columns, and gradually repaired, within the racket of the banging of hammer, just off.

If she looked around, she'd detect each member of the favored and praised group, although she'd never done that, not much delighted by the idea of their presence in the near anyhow, staying concentrated on the broom in her grasp, continuously. Once in a while, she'd been gazing at the Gobber, being in charge, his rotund body leaned at the bend, wooden railing, her eyes narrowed with vexation, over and over asking herself the question - what she'd done, so to earn such torture?

"Why we're to tide the catapult up? We ain't destroy it!" Tuffnut wailed, namely the woman's torture. "Not this time."

"As usual, ye're usin' us as yer cleanin' staff," Ruffnut grumbled and, alongside her brother, carried the piece of metal on her shoulder, red-faced. "Do somethin' yerself, at last."

"Nah, I'm better off watchin', besides, if ya'd like to be changed, fetch me the culprit of the mess," he suggested, and smirked, whilst the surroundings fell silent. "What, nobody's eager to hunt a Night Fury? If so, then shut yer damn mouths, and get back to work!" he bellowed, although hearing the response of the bunch droning, proposed, "If ya'll hurry, we might light some bonfire by the evenin'."

"With the stories, like the one about yer panties?" Snotlout, from somewhere in the rear, inquired and tsked, sickened. "We'd heard it already, like a dozen times for anyhow cause."

"I'll have a new one, any minute now, and ye're goin' to be the lead of it," he warned, scratching his jaw with rather a sharp axe prosthesis, whilst drilling his eyes into the younger man. "Moreover, where's enthusiasm everyone? Cheer anyhow, youth!"

"Ye're right, Gobbler. Forgive my foolish sister and ignorant bastard, please," Tuffnut replied, glowering at Ruffnut and Snotlout, his chin lifted. "They're unaware of the weight, which yer stories hold," he declared, extending his arms, whereby whacking the woman with his forearm. "Everyone, quickly! We ain't losin' any more time!"

Shouting out his last words, much to the puzzlement and disturbance of the rest, the man ran around the entire space, at once yanking the hammer from Astrid's hand, rather indifferent to that, nails from Fishlegs, and stopped by the wooden pillar. There, staring fiercely at the details of it, for instance, the splinters, having the eyes of everyone at himself, and later on, hammered the nail at the slowest pace possible, not triggering any, even the most pitiful, laugh.

In the course of time, the sky was shrouded in darkness, whilst the bright stars above also the reddish bonfire ahead, came to be the only seeds of light around, for Hiccup's exceptionally widely opened eyes. Gripping on the piece of stick, having the roasting cod at the farther tip, she'd concentrated her eyes on it, although throughout the whole duration of conversations in the background, listened to them, wordlessly.

"-and then, when we'd thought it was comin' to the end, we'd been encircled by the flock of furious Snaptrappers!" Gobber rasped, throwing his arms around, adding more emotions to his story, and biting on the chicken impaled into his axe. "One by one, the chief by my side, we'd defeated them, without a single injury!"

"Without any weapon? Alone?" Astrid inquired, leaning her forearm at the bent knees, the axe within the grasp of one hand. "How's that achievable?"

"We did achieve that!" Gobbler countered, the sound of his voice muffled, over the influence of full mouth. "In our day, we'd been indomitable!"

"In that case, how ya'd disobeyed their lure?" Fishlegs pointed out, lifting his thin eyebrow, whilst Gobber shrunk in size. "Apparently, even the strongest can't oppose their smell."

"T-That's 'cause-," he stuttered, pursing his lips together, defeated, "we'd got nose plugs?"

Subsequently, the chuckles resounded throughout the space, although halted at once, at the very racket, everybody froze and gazed in the direction of it, lessened when finding the source - the two Vikings, after the accidental drop of the chunk of hard metal. Afterward, nobody talked, each person in the circle having their own consideration, and as for Hiccup, a startle that raced her heart forward, until it hindered, after the bare glance of the stars above, the soothing stars.

"Even if not here, the dragons are the pain in the ass," Snotlout remarked, his face hardened, although the knitted brows betrayed his rage. "Fuckin' beasts."

"Could've used to kill 'em all," Astrid muttered, her voice resulting in a shiver, down the Hiccup's spine. "A band of fuckin' thieves, that's it."

"Grab them by the legs," Ruffnut continued, her eyes locked on the fire, within the weak, dark grin, "chop each one."

"Preferably bite off," Tuffnut commented, gnashing his teeth and pointing at himself. "I'll do that, with my own face!"

"That's admirable, everyone," Gobber praised, and just then, the horrify crossed Hiccup's body, the realization that, whilst she'd been terrified - after all, the talk involved her at some part - the rest was lauded for that. "However, should've worked more on the tactic. If ya'd like the dragon dead, 's the tail and wings ya'll want. If it can't fly, it can't get away. A downed dragon's a dead dragon."

"I can not believe, I got convinced for that."

Whereas the clouds obscured the forenoon sky, the Night Fury, within his whole grace, paced forward, the muscles of his wings twitching at each step made, having the woman walking by his side, her grin the brightest, the cheeriest feasible. The dense forest wrapped them, the scent of the grass after the rain, and rather thin, although much visible, mist, and even if so, Hiccup strode ahead on her tiptoes, as if she could not handle her own body.

"Believe me when I say, me neither," she responded to the dragon's previous statement, her hands rather curled at her back. "However, I'll keep sayin', I've earned it, after the gift."

"It was, surely, not the gift," he stated, not even gazing at her, having his eyes narrowed on along the path. "Rather a bribe, if named."

"It wasn't a bribe!" she defended herself, tsking offended at him. "In fact, as for the bribe, ye've taken it much zealously, alon' with yer stomach."

"If I had known what it was, I would not eat it," he pointed out, although smirked when suggesting, "Well, maybe you are right. It was not bribe, rather the faulty poison, but not a bribe."

"How could I know, dragons ain't eatin' eels?!" she burst out, piercing her eyes at him, at once. "Next time, I'll shove it inside yer throat."

"Try, and I am taking your arm within," he threatened, although neither had gotten uneasy by it, rather the contrary as they grinned, amused. "So, I will not persuade you to come back?"

"Nope," she responded, her chin lifted, "besides, stop complainin', ya owe me that."

As a reaction, the male huffed, and gazed at her, with the side of his eye, inquiring, "Has anyone before told you, that you are a hopeless manipulator?" lifting an eyebrow ridge on her.

In the response, she'd only shrugged, before stating, "Ye're the first," glancing at him, mischievously.

"I will never believe it," he declared, and ultimately, loosened the tensed limbs. "Alright, needs must when the devil drives."

Soon after, they'd arrived at their target - the cliff, the same on which Hiccup'd been training previously, elevated enough, so even the tumultuous waves couldn't reach it, and with a greater degree sprouted by birches. At the top, the woman experienced the aroma of the salt, brought by the wind from the ocean, and the scarce rays of the morning sun, at the farther horizon, whilst they'd been enclosed by the grayish morning.

"I'm beginnin' to regret it," Hiccup confessed, her legs wobbly at the very view of the turbulentsea below, just off her feet. "Ain't be better to come another time?"

"We have come here, already," he remarked, laying just by the edge, his paw rather hanging from it. "Do not say, that you are chickening out."

"I ain't chickenin' out!" she rasped, her voice lowered as if imitating him. "Although, isn't there the other way?"

"Even hatchlings manage that, and you will not?" he inquired, ridiculing her fright, being later on bestowed with a fierce glare. "Just jump, and instinctively, your body will do the rest."

"But I've tried that, not just once, and never succeeded."

"Maybe, you had not been in sufficient danger," he noted, and once glancing at the slamming waves, raised his ears, even if unconsciously. "Now, you are in one, surely."

"Gods help me, please," she muttered, closing her eyes, maybe praying, nonverbally. "If that's any kind of payback, I swear-,"

"It is not a payback, and if it was, you would not have doubts about that," he admitted, rolling her eyes, when not observing any change in her stressed behavior. "I am not putting you in any danger, which you would not endure."

"Ye're certain?" she doubted, narrowing her eyes at him, distrusting. "Ye've got a history, of wantin' to kill me, after all."

"You had better leave history in history, and quit the overthought," he implied, and ultimately, promised, "If anything, I will catch you, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed, at last inhaled, and eased. "On that note, let the show begin."

"The show under the name: what kind of the dragon Hiccup is."

"Oh right, ya ain't know," she remembered, and not even glanced at him whilst smirking. "Ya'll never guess."

"I bet it is a Nadder, although you are something tinier, assumably," he proposed, and then, as if enlightened, gazed at her, his eyes widened, and asked, "Are you a fucking terrible terror?!"

Subsequently, she squinted her eyes at him annoyed, crossed her arms over her chest, and groaned, "Hilarious," although the slight smile never slipped her face.

"No matter that, you had better change," he proposed, his eyes scanning the distance from over the edge to the bottom of the sea. "I doubt it will be the easiest fight without wings."

"Okay, okay," she exhaled, hopped merely on her tiptoes, while he gathered himself from the ground. "Ready?"

Consequently, the male rolled his eyes, before, within them, pointed for her to begin, and without batting an eyelid, she listened as, sooner than later swapped her freckled, beige skin for the slender, black scales, not much thicker than it. For once, her transformation didn't have any hazard, any risk, that's why once after it, sensing the pair of wings embedded in her blades, also the tail as the continuance of her spine, she took a look at herself.

Amazed, she'd observed the scales at her side, which, underneath the glow of light, reflected the purple shade, the wings, which were not much slight, rather the contrary, larger than she'd seen usually, and the tail ended by the oval tailfins. For a while, the female circled whilst eyeing herself, looking as if she'd been a dog, running after its tail, and stopped at last, gazed at the male beaming, although it rather shortly after faded, at the very view of his closed-up self.

"That is me, a Night Fury. Shocked, are you not?" she inquired, somewhat attempting to loosen the atmosphere, fruitlessly. "Toothless?"

"What? Yes, I am-," he replied and paused, staring at her blankly, his face betraying nothing. "It was a while since I saw one of my own."

"I am not exactly your own, though," she stated, fretting when he'd taken his eyes off her, locking them on the horizon farther, expressionlessly. "Are you okay? If being honest-,"

"I am fine," he interrupted her, snarled, approaching the rim of the cliff, not even ricocheting at her. "Let's just get to work."

"But-," she started but never had ended, because at once, he shot himself in the air, his sleek movement not impressing her much. "If you are going to behave like that, for the rest of the day, we had better call off this."

"You have wanted a lesson, so you got it," he spotted, not showing irritation, neither anger - just indifference. "Just jump."

Ultimately, at the very realization of his right, without any rather protests listened, approached the rim of the stone raising, although her clenched jaw, also slitted eyes by themselves, sold out her wrath and discontent. Just once had she gazed downward, instantly setting her heart in motion, however, having taken an inhale, she dared to throw herself into the abyss, afterward, her eyes widened, observing the upcoming water.

In the meantime, she encountered more than she could've ever even anticipated - the blows of the rapid wind, the very view of the sound itself, the absence of any control, all of that leading her to a rather panicking state. The female hadn't felt anything, any instinct, which was reckoned to work wonders, although the sufficient danger was very much there, and at last, not having done much, rather than wave her wings, she impacted into the surface.

It took her a while, to get to the shore, moreover if lacking the ability to swim - she'd have drowned if it wasn't for the shoal - and of course, the male awaited her there, and remarked, "Pretty bad, if being honest," continually dodging her sight.

"Do not say?!" she growled, coughing out the excess water from her lungs, panting whilst flowering at him. "Besides, where is that instinct of yours? Where was it, when I was fucking falling out of the sky?!"

"I do not know, but it will appear, eventually," he pledged and narrowing his eyes, extended his wings, before ordering, "Again," and launching into the air, to the cliff - her only reaction: the outraged growl.

In such a manner the morning went by, with her constant failures, hence clashes, having her muscles ache and freeze, and his unbroken silence, which she'd been starting to hate, even inclining toward the previous, ridiculing comments. Only when she'd quit even trying, allowing her body to plunge motionlessly, viewing so, he grumbled, but caught her, whilst carrying her on his back, taking her straight to the soil, where after throwing her off himself, he glared at her, confounded.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he scolded, and tensed, while she'd only rolled her eyes at him. "You have wanted to learn yourself, so what is with attitude?!"

"Good thing that you are mentioning attitude since yours leaves much to be desired!" she countered, trying to wipe off the sand that he'd tossed her into. "Face it, I lack the instinct of the normal dragon. I can not do that your way!"

"You are a fucking Night Fury, flesh and bones!" he pointed out, snorting previously. "If you have tried to reach it-,"

"I have done nothing more than try to reach it, but of course, you must have not noticed it, because, throughout the entire time, you have not even glanced at me!" she barked, standing in ahead of him still, not even troubled by their proportions difference. "Tell me, what did I do to you? Why can you not, even now, when I am fucking speaking to you?!"

"Because your very view is the reminder of what failure I am!" he roared, at last snapping his eyes at her. "Because, without even trying, you are better than me, in every fucking way."

These words struck her like lightning - appeared as fast as they'd disappeared, and he along with them.

Was she raged, mad, furious to the core? Yes, of course, but even if so, no matter how much she'd been trying to lead herself out of it, intrinsically had her legs guided her to the cove, much aware that he might not be there, though that didn't stop her. Hadn't she paced long, before reaching the place, illuminated by the singular rays of the sun, which had gotten through the dense clouds, and taking it in sight, quite soon she glimpsed Toothless, oddly as his human self.

Previously overtaken by nothing face currently was wearing an expression of remorse, which she spotted due to the frown although barely, as he was seated by the pond, staring at his reflection in it, as if gazing at anything new. For a while had she kept her eyes locked on him, standing by the very border, the entrance of the cove, and moved only when he did, whilst he gazed at her, not very surprised by her presence.

Only momentarily was she bestowed with the acid green of his eyes, before he dropped them back to the water shell, neither inviting her nor casting her out, and, for that matter, she approached him, slowly, steadily. Soon after, she was sitting beside him, her legs crossed similarly to his, her eyes fixed on the pond similarly to his, awaiting any words, any explanation, and not long must have she stand by, so he interrupted the silence.

"You're infuriated, certainly, and for the reason of me," he muttered, his voice being much low, almost inaudible. "I was supposed to help you, supposed to redeem myself, and I fucked up. I am sorry."

"Ye're a total moron, but I appreciate the apology," she responded, fetching them both with some weak smiles, and when the silence remained, added, "I forgive ya, just so ya know."

"Thanks, I guess," he replied, and glanced at her, with the side of his eyes, suspicious. "You seem a little too agreeable. What do you want?"

"Yer stomach and heart on a plate, so to sell it to the Vikings," she joked, triggering a short chuckle from him, and then straightened. "And also, I'd want to know, what's wron'?"

Not exactly after he'd begun, but inhaled, nodding slowly, and gazed at her, his eyes never meeting hers. "Did you know, that each kind, each type of dragon has their unique traits and features? For instance, Gronckles - they're resistant, strong. Nadders - fast, cleaver. Monstres Nightmares - they're… just mindless," he explained, and grinned, at the very sound of Hiccup's giggle. "What's important, is they've certain labels that just suit."

"Never would've suspected that from dragons, if bein' honest," she confessed, and tilted her head at him, curling her legs to her chest, resisting bed chin on them. "What does that have to do with ya?"

"Well, Night Furies aren't very different about that. We're the supposed conquerors of the sky, swift beasts, aerodynamically slight, but I-, I am not," he admitted, and much shockingly, the insecurity clouded his features. "Since forever, for the cause of being born like this, I was an outsider, the monstrosity, the largest, slowest hatchling, the freak, as humans would name me," he confessed, his eyes containing familiar her pain. "When I saw you, the Viking girl, the human, transform into the ideally shaped Night Fury, the fucking dream of mine, I just-," he paused, his throat knotted.

"Ye've been jealous of me?" she finished for him, and when he nodded, dared to chuckle, much puzzling him. "Ye've got nothin' to be jealous of! If anythin', I should be the jealous one!"

"Why you're saying so?" he asked, knotting his brows over her explosivity. "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"Is there anythin' that isn't?" she snickered, as if at the edge of burst. "What ye've described, about the dragon's labels, is exactly the same as what humans do. In my world, ya'd be the perfect example of the Viking - muscular, valiant, the complete opposite of me - the weak, slim runt, laughed at by my own people," she described, hiding her eyes in the gap of her knees.

Afterward, he'd stared at her, at the curled body, and stated, "You're not a runt, not really," much to both's surprise, leaning his hand at her back.

Hearing so, she'd lifted her gaze at him, at the sympathetic face of his, and added, "Neither, you're not a freak, not really," as between them, rather a bond created.

Eventually, neither had spoken after, both much too concentrated on whatever they'd seen on the surface, although Hiccup's mind was partly hanging over the large hand, continually, notwithstanding time lapse, on her back. At some point, the man brushed her thumb along the ledge of her core, resulting in her shuddering, which he must've done much unwittingly because soon after, he pulled it away rapidly, realizing it at last.

Finally, when the stillness around lengthened, suddenly, Hiccup chuckled, even snorted, and curious, the man asked, "What's so funny?" raising an eyebrow at her.

"Ye're aware, that we're the perfect standards in the opposite worlds?" she giggled, not controlling herself, much. "'s not very funny, but I find it amusin', how I'd be better as a dragon, and ya'd be as a human."

"Actually, it might be a little funny," he determined, shook his head, whilst watching her chuckling self, and at some point, sighed. "It's nice having someone, who understands, at last."

"It is," she agreed, and both observed the pond, within lilies that slid under the influence of the wind. "It really is."