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Every month, Stoick the Vast would leave on boat and arrive late at night the same day.
The adults knew where he was going, but they never told their curious children.
The kids always made a game out of it. How late is the chief gonna stay. When is gonna arrive.
Everytime he arrives back, he always was more cheerful (if that was possible) and would say yes to everything.
One day, the chef returned on the back of a dragon. Everyone panicked, Mildew tried to accuse him of crazyness, but quicky shut up when he got an axe near his head. The chef gathered the adults in the mead hall and after two hours, everyone accepted that the dragons could live with them peaceful.
That made the teenagers to shot up to the arena in a bolt. With the help of the chef, and a sheet of paper-the chef refused to show it to them, no matter the plea- Fishlegs got Meatlug, Snotlout got Hookfang, Aster got Stormfly and the twins got Barf and Belch.
That was when they were fifteen years old. When they saw how the dragons were flying with the children on their back, the adults remembered the day six years ago when the sky got darken, the dragons were flying but not attacking. The chef was restless, but hold everything together. The smoke passed in two days.
At sixteen, the teens got the ideea to follow the chef on his usual one day trip.
"Snotlout, you're gonna get it when we get back!" Shouted Aster on the back of Stormfly.
"Oh, leave it, Aster! We're gonna follow the chef just to make sure he's alright."
"Oh Thor, oh Thor, oh Thor! We're soo gonna get found!!" Fishlegs trembled. The twins in the back were hitting each others heads like no tomorrow.
They were in the middle of a storm. Not a bad one, but you never wanted to get caught in a storm, neither on water nor in the sky. The dragon Stoick flew on was flying close to water so theyweren't caught yet.
"A skrill!" Snotlout shouted. Everyone turned to the menancing looking skrill with lightning coming out of his body.
"Why is he here?! The skrill doesn't usually comes out! He is guarding his treasure!"
"Well, he's not!" Pointed out useless Tuffnut, with his sister agreeing with him.
"Let's get out!" Ordered Aster. The other went to follow him, but they stopped when they heard a voice.
"Lighteye, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on the other side of the island?" It was a girl's voice.
It was quiet. They couldn't see her, but they heard the sound of wings. And those wings were very big. Even the twins couldn't speak, the tension was so much that they had to keep one hand on the others mouth.
Then, out of a black cloud, a girl no older than them, wearing all black appeared on a black dragon.
She was dressed very lightly. A black dress up to her knees, black boots on her feet, a scarf around her neck. Her dress wasn't made with sleeves, so it showed her arms. She stood on her legs on the back of the black dragon. She didn't seem to mind that she was three miles above the ocean. The wind was tossing her torso-long hair in all directions, and the scarf was following it. The end of the dress was raised just a little because of the wind, and only then did they noticed that the clothes were made from black scales, more likely from the dragon who carried her like it was nothing.
The skrill noticeably calmed down and growled something at her. She nodded and answered back.
"I see. So dad's coming. I thank you for calming this storm down for him to arrive safely. You can go now."
The skrill growled again and turned tail. She didn't seem to see them yet, so they tried to run after the chief. If she could control and talk to a skrill, then it was better not to anger her. So that she doesn't talk with the twins and maybe kill them, they tried to flee. But they didn't noticed that the black unknow dragon was looking at them. He growled to his rider in gentle growls.
"Hm? A nadder, zippleback, gronkle and monstrous nightmare, huh? With riders? Maybe they're from dad's island... Toothless, let's go ahead. I want to free fall for a while."
The dragon- Toothless- looked happy at the mention of freefalling and hurried up going above the clouds.
When they arrived at the place above their island, the girl spoke in an amused tone.
"Ready, Toothless?"
The dragon answered her.
"Born ready, Hiccup." then the girl-Hiccup, threw herself from the dragons back, her buddy following her.
As she was falling, she close her eyes, trying to make sure of the sounds of the ocean, the wings, the wind, and her best friens, Toothless.
"Ah...nothing beats this feeling, right?"
"Of course not! It's a pity you weren't born my kin. You would have made a great night fury!"
"Ha ha ha. Only because i like flying, sleeping with you, and wearing black, doesn't mean i could pass as a dragon." She tugged at her scarf so that the wind won't make her throat sore later.
"Bah! Only you, two-legs, have to cook the fish! It's better for you like it is!"
"I doubt that any other person would think the same as you, bud."
"By the way..."
"hm?"
"Shouldn't we get ready? We're about to hit the forest, you'know?"
"What?! You useless reptile! Tell me that sooner! Don't laugh!" And the dragon, nervo of him, just laughed as he caught her on his back. "Let's go home, dad should have arrived here. I wonder who were those teens?"
The dragon just shrugged his head.