A/N: Ah ha, yeah... I'm really bad at updating. Sorry. That's entirely my fault, I'm an EXTREME procrastinator.

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Hiccup's hand grabbed the pommel of his hunting knife. He had been searching for it, but with all of the half-finished maps in the bags, it took him a little longer than expected to find it under all of that parchment. He pulled it out, much to the alarm of the others, but only gave them a glance as he started cutting the ropes.

Percy started forward. "Whoa whoa whoa. What do you think you are doing?" he asked, slightly raising his sword.

"I'm freeing my dragon. I don't think that he will react well to waking up trapped in ropes again. Besides, he will only attack if you try to hurt him or me. The weapons really aren't helping," Hiccup stated as he continued to move around and cut the ropes. Toothless groaned again and started shifting his weight.

"So, are you absolutely sure that he won't attack us?" Annabeth asked.

"Yep. Just don't do anything rash," Hiccup answered, almost done with freeing Toothless.

Annabeth walked up a bit closer to them. "You seem pretty nonchalant about all of this," she stated.

Hiccup laughed. "Well, you would too if you'd been in as many kidnappings as I have. And besides, no offense, you guys don't exactly look like hardened criminals."

"What, even with all of the weapons?"

"You guys really aren't from around here, are you? In my village, we carry as many as six weapons at a time. Even the five-year-olds. Same goes for practically all of the other tribes up here."

Before Annabeth or any of the others had a chance to absorb that information or ask which village he came from, Toothless groaned again and opened his eyes.

"Oh, nice to know that you're back with the living again, bud," Hiccup said as he nudged his dragon's side. Toothless took in his surroundings with wary eyes as he woke up. When he found that he was no longer restricted by the ropes, he slowly stood on sturdy legs as he took up a protective stance around Hiccup. Hiccup, circled by the overprotective kitten, called out to the others and said,"Now, just put your weapons away. Toothless won't attack if you don't threaten him." He was actually beginning to hope that this might work without any more fighting.

As the curious group of strangers began to put away their weapons, a crash was heard below deck. As the crashes grew louder, as well as the sound of someone screaming DIE at the top of their lungs, Percy and about half of the other kids groaned loudly and slapped their foreheads. Annabeth tried to rush forward to intercept whoever, or whatever, was coming. She was just half a second too late though as a large man burst from below deck, brandishing a large bat.

"DIE!" he screamed again as he spotted the half-formed ball of black scales hidden in the dark that was Toothless. Ignoring the others' cries to stop, he ran full pelt at the dragon, and by default, Hiccup. Toothless shoved him back as he pounced on the crazy man, the duo rolling over and over in the darkness, the momentum almost carrying them both off the side of the ship and into the ocean.

Hiccup scrambled up as the others ran at the fight, trying to stop it as they also tried not to have their hands bitten off by an angry Night Fury, or clubbed in the head by a very large and not-very-well-controlled bat. Hiccup felt a very strong sense of deja vu, and within a millisecond placed it as when Toothless was fighting his dad in the Ring before the battle against the Red Death. Sincerely hoping that it did not end the same way, or close to it in any way, he rushed over to his dragon and tried to calm him down by saying things like stop, calm down, and it'll be okay, but quickly gave up that approach as the fight became more violent. He thought he saw a flash of a hoof flying into Toothless's stomach, but thought it must have been a trick of the light. The crazy bat-man didn't, couldn't have hooves for feet. Not possible. Or at least, highly improbable.

Just as he had that thought, a very loud, high-pitched screeching noise, similar but still distinct from a Night Fury's blast, had him and everyone else covering their ears almost instantaneously. The fighting pair broke apart to cover their ears too, and after a few more seconds, the noise stopped. They looked up to where the noise had come from to find Leo standing near a small hatch, slowly taking some earplugs out of his ears.

"And that," he said, "is why you should never annoy Leo."

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Percy started laughing as he saw Leo standing with one of his crazy contraptions and a lopsided grin on his face. His ears were still ringing, but he could hear everyone else start laughing too. That was typical Leo, coming up with a solution like that one. Hazel, deciding that she didn't want another brawl on her hands, ran over to Coach Hedge and quickly explained the situation to him. He saw Hiccup run over to the dragon out of the corner of his eye and start calming him down, without the dragon nip this time. Percy and the other half-bloods gained control over their laughter soon enough, and Leo walked over to them with his megaphone-like contraption.

"Knew this thing would come in handy one day, though I thought I would have to break up a fight between one of you guys over the last slice of pizza or something," Leo joked, gesturing to the machine. They all laughed, then turned back to the dragon, his rider, and the satyr.

Hiccup immediately saw them turn around and started shooting out apologies as fast as he could manage. "I'm really sorry, he wouldn't have attacked if he hadn't been provoked, he's actually a really good dragon, he'll behave-"

"Whoah! It's fine! I mean, I would attack too if someone was running at me with a baseball bat, screaming die loud enough to wake Hades," Percy soothed, not wanting the Viking to be more freaked out. He had just spotted Coach Hedge's feet, well, hooves, and was gaping at them.

"Does that man have... goat hooves? Instead of actual feet?" Hiccup stuttered.

Annabeth gave everyone her 'I'm going to explain this so please do not interrupt me right now' look. "Yep," she said,"He has goat hindquarters instead of human ones. He's a satyr from Greek mythology."

"S-saytr? Those are real? Are the rest of the Greek legends real then, too?" he asked, a slightly dumbfounded look on his face.

"Yes. And we're half-bloods. Sons and daughters of the Greek gods. We're currently on a quest, but we were somehow thrown off track and ended way up north."

"Oh," was all Hiccup got out. His dragon, who had been behind him the whole time, nuzzled his shoulder. He scratched behind the dragon's ears, his expression obviously saying that he was trying to absorb what he had just been told.

Hiccup blinked rapidly and said, "Well, I guess that makes sense. Sort of."

Everyone looked at him, astonished that he had recovered and accepted that (really rather insane) explanation. Hiccup wasn't done yet, though.

"I mean, other than the fact that there is a person standing not twenty feet away from me that is half goat, I've heard of the Greek legends before. Not so different from our Norse ones. Well, kind of. Also, I've heard that some people don't believe that dragons exist anymore. I have living proof that that's false," he explained, turning back to look at his dragon with a smile. He suddenly found his face full of dragon slobber though, and Percy could hear the reptile making a weird coughing noise, almost like he was choking. He obviously wasn't though, judging by the look on his face as he looked at Hiccup. Laughing? Is that the right word? Percy thought. Hiccup wiped his shirt and eyes to try and clear them of the spit and moaned, "Toothless, you know that doesn't wash out."

Everyone started laughing again. All of the remaining tension began to bleed out of the air, leaving eight very giggly and out of breath teens.

Annabeth was the first to calm down. She walked over to the small Viking and waited until most of the others were done with their little laughing fit. As Leo pulled himself up off the deck, she said, "Hiccup, we're sorry we shot at you."

Hiccup rubbed his hand on his pant leg to clean it off. "And we're sorry that we shot at you and damaged your ship. Truce?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"Truce.," annabeth agreed, shaking his hand.