A/N

Hello friends and welcome to another chapter of this story. as you can see I am still alive and kicking. School is officially over, meaning I can write more content. although I won't make any promises on updating. I will try to post more often in this period. so I hope you'll be satisfied with this chapter.

also I went to Spider-man far from home last friday, the story was amazing and I loved the visuals. So there is a chance I'll throw an one-shot in about spider-man. while I actually need to update some other stories :D.

that's it for now, and see you soon. please review for me to improve the story.

love Korrie

MATCH CUT TO: EXT. HIGH SEAS - DAWN

A painted DRAGON, with a sword run through it. It's the billowing sail of Stoick's ship. Stoick hovers over the familiar nautical map - his eyes on the uncharted corner, swirling in mist and illustrations of dragons.

STOICK: I can almost smell them.

"How is that even possible?!" Gobber looked at Stoick, "I've been meaning to ask ya for a long time y'know!"

Stoick rubbed his temples and sighed. "It is a manner of speaking Gobber, and intuition."

They're close. Steady.

Stoick raises his gaze to... AN EPIC FOG BANK, towering from sky to sea like a bruised, daunting curtain, beyond which nothing is visible. The three ships drift alongside it, skirting its solid edge, looking for an opening. ON DECK the crewmen mill nervously, all too aware of what Stoick is considering.

STOICK (CONT'D): Take us in.

The helmsman steers Stoick's ship into the fog. The men draw their weapons, prepping for the worst.

VIKING: Hard to port... for Helheim's gate.

The first ship disappears into the whiteout, followed by the other two.

A BEAT: Suddenly a flash of light. A silhouette of a dragon. Hollers. Sounds of splitting and shattering wood. Plunges into the water. Another bright flash.

Hiccup looked at his father with concern, "Do these expeditions end always the same way?"

"No.. they don't. Luckily." Stoick sighed, "Most of the time we are just wasting resources."

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MATCH CUT TO: EXT. TRAINING GROUNDS - RING - DAY

CLOSE ON a DRAGON painted onto a shield. Hiccup runs his finger over its outline.

HICCUP: You know, I just happened to notice the book had nothing on Night Furies. Is there another book? Or a sequel? Maybe a little Night Fury pamphlet?

"We could start one, I mean we have more than enough material and even a real life study!" Fishlegs rambled on in excitement as he pointed towards Toothless. "We have to add in all of his stats and maybe we can discover more hidden abilities like the fins on his back. Just think about the many things we could learn about the dragons!"

KABLAM! A blast takes the axe head off of Hiccup's hilt, leaving a smoking hole behind him. Hiccup YELPS and RUNS.

GOBBER (O.S.): FOCUS Hiccup! You're not even trying.

Stoick clamped his hand on Hiccup's shoulder, "As much as I agree with you on Gobber's Teaching methods, he is right about that one."

"Sorry."

"My teaching methods aren't that bad! Besides we already talked about this Stoick. Don't yer goin' about rubbing salt in old wounds.!" Gobber defended himself.

"Remember last year?"

"Of course I do, all of the recruits passed the test, eventually!"

"Eventually yes! One lost his three of his fingers.!"

"At least it wasn't the whole hand!"

"Gobber…"

CUT BACK to reveal a Deadly Nadder, loose in a maze-like arrangement of moveable walls. Gobber calls orders from above.

GOBBER (CONT'D): Today... is all about attack.

The Nadder hops from wall to wall, sending the recruits scurrying.

GOBBER (CONT'D): Nadders are quick and light on their feet. Your job is to be quicker and lighter.

The teens move in, stumbling over Hiccup and his unwieldy shield. The Nadder spots Fishlegs' ample rear hiding behind a wall. It whips its tail of spikes. Fishlegs SCREAMS and lifts an entire wall to shield himself from the spray.

FISHLEGS: I'm really beginning to question your teaching methods.

"Ah well, who doesn't?" Hiccup snickered while Stoick gave his best friend another glare.

GOBBER: Look for its blind spot. Every dragon has one. Find it, hide in it, and and Tuff rush in, diving and rolling up to the Nadder's nose.

The Nadder sniffs the air - it can't see them. Tuff and Ruff are smashed together - too close for comfort.

RUFFNUT (WHISPERED): Do you ever bathe?

TUFFNUT: If you don't like it, then just get your own blind spot.

RUFFNUT: How about I give you one!

Ruff and Tuff SHOVE each other, till their movement and noise gives them away. The Nadder ATTACKS, SNAPPING at both of them.

GOBBER: Blind spot? Yes. Deaf spot? Not so much.

Hiccup wanders up to Gobber, while the others dart past.

HICCUP: Hey, so how would one sneak up on a Night Fury?

GOBBER: None one's ever met one and lived to tell the tale. Now get in there.

HICCUP: I know, I know, but hypothetically...

"Now that I think about it... you would have been discovered if you had finished that question."

"Huh. You're right."

ASTRID (WHISPERED): Hiccup!

She puts her finger to her lips and gestures for him to hide. A moment later, the Nadder leaps over the walls, surprising them by landing in front of her. Astrid somersaults into its blind spot, confusing it. She rears back to strike - just as Snotlout LEAPS IN, protectively SWEEPING Astrid behind him.

SNOTLOUT: Watch out babe. I'll take care of this.

ASTRID: Hey!

Snotlout MISSES. Astrid glares at him.

SNOTLOUT (DEFENSIVE): The sun was in my eyes, Astrid. What do you want me to do, block out the sun? I could do that, but I don't have time right now!

The Nadder tears off after her, knocking down walls in pursuit. She leaps and dives like a highly trained gymnast. Hiccup wanders up to Gobber again.

HICCUP: They probably take the daytime off. You know, like a cat.

There was a subtle thump as Toothless' tail hit the back of Hiccup's head... again.

Has anyone ever seen one napping?

"Hiccup…"

"Yeah?"

"Please shut up."

"I'm not the one who is talking, talk to the screen!"

GOBBER: Hiccup!

ASTRID: -Hiccup!

Hiccup spins around to see the maze walls collapsing like dominos toward him. Astrid comes flying through the dust and crash-lands on top of him, laying him out in a limb-tangled mess.

TUFFNUT: Oooh! Love on the battlefield!

RUFFNUT: She could do better.

The Nadder closes in, emerging through the cloud of dust.

HICCUP (struggling to untangle): Just... let me... why don't you...

The Nadder spins around and races back toward them like a Raptor. Astrid untangles herself and tries to pull her axe from Hiccup's shield... which is attached to his limp, gangly arm. She PLANTS her foot on his torso and YANKS the axe free, still burrowed into the shield.

She SPINS and SWINGS the axe and shield, scoring a DIRECT HIT on the oncoming Nadder's NOSE. It yelps and scurries off.

"Ouch!" Most of the vikings shuddered as the axe hit the Nadder.

GOBBER: Well done, Astrid.

Gobber hobbles off to wrestle the Nadder back into his cave. Hiccup gets to his feet - all eyes are upon him. He turns to find Astrid glaring at him, winded.

ASTRID: Is this some kind of a joke to you? Our parents' war is about to become ours. Figure out which side you're on.

She grabs her axe and stomps off.

"I feel like that is one of the points where it kind of changed for future me, I think." Hiccup commented, "Probably chose the dragon side.."

Astrid looked at Hiccup and gave him a not-too-hard punch on his arm. "Traitor!" She smirked.