Stoick was in a bad mood. The search had gone horribly and they had barely made it back with their lives. He stepped out of the broken remains of the ship to be greeted by Gobber.

"I trust you found the nest at least."

"Not even close. I hope you had more success than me."

"Well if by success you mean your parenting troubles are over then, yes."

Stoick was immediately greeted by many of the villagers yammering about a nuicance being gone.

"He's gone?"

"Uh, yeah. Most afternoons, but who can blame him. I mean the life of a celebrity is very rough. He can barely walk through the village without being swarmed by his new fans."

"Hiccup?"

"Who woulda thought it eh? He has this way with the beasts. And Razorre! He moves like the wind! I've seen him running up walls and leaping over dragons! They can't lay so much as a single talon on him!"

Stoick couldn't believe what he was hearing. Hiccup was top of the class? It seemed impossible.

Hiccup and Razorre were not anywhere in the village. Technically they weren't on the island. They were both several hundred feat above the ground atop Toothless and Thresher. Razorre and Thresher were flying a little further behind them while Hiccup and Toothless got used to the prosthetic tail.

"C'mon Hiccup, get a move on!"

Hiccup huffed at Razorre's 'encouragement' as he and Toothless made a turn.

"Ok, it's go time. It's go time."

Both dragons tilted into a dive and threaded a needle through a sea stack. With his confidence bolstered, Hiccup tried to steer around another stack, but just crashed straight into it instead. And then proceded to do it again. Displeased with the turn of events, Toothless used his ear flap to smack Hiccup in the cheek. Razorre stifled a laugh as Toothless began to climb higher. Thresher and Razorre followed behind, catching up in a few seconds. Hiccup and Razorre both whooped in delight as they continued to climb higher into the air.

The elation didn't last long as Hiccup's cheat sheet flew free and he made a panicked scramble to retrieve it. However, this caused the hook that anchored Hiccup to Toothless to become seperated. The both continued to rise for a few moments before beginning to plummet uncontrollably towards the forest below. Noticing this immediately, Razorre pulled Thresher around and had him tuck in his wings as they dove after them. After some moments that they would laugh about later, Hiccup managed to get back into Toothless' saddle and hooked himself in. From there, Toothless opened his wings to maximize drag and slow down while Razorre and Thresher mimicked them.

After some rather hair raising aerobatic manuevers, they came out alive and in one piece! Toothless even celebrated with a plasmablast that erupted into a fireball, leaving Hiccup looking a tad crisp. If you get my meaning.

"Seriously! You look like you rolled in charcoal!"

"Oh, come on! We don't all have armor suits that protect us from fire!"

"While that may be true, it really starts to boil in this thing. At least out here it does. Back on Berk its fine."

Razorre and Hiccup were both sitting around a camp fire while Toothless and Thresher ate from seperate piles of fish. As it turned out, Thresher would eat sturgeon, but only sturgeon. He was also remarkably good at plucking it out of the water. Like rider like dragon. Razorre liked sturgeon as well. Sadly, they were hard to catch with nets because of their incredible strength and bony backs. Berk fishermen hated Sturgeon for all the catches they lost when a Sturgeon broke the net.

"You mind sharing some with me buddy?"

Thresher looked over at him an snorted a puff of vapor before nosing over a bitten-in-half piece. Razorre took it and roasted it on his own stick before pulling a piece off and tossing it his mouth.

"Man, this is the best time for eating sturgeon."

They kept talking for a while before a small flock of Terrors flew by. Thresher and Toothless immediately started growling while pulling their horde of precious fish closer. Thresher gathered it all in a pile underneath him and started sparking, deterring the terrors from even trying to steal one if his slimy, smelly treasures. One of the terrors managed to get away with the fish head that Toothless had regurgitated for Hiccup. Another one tried to steal it when the original thief had it's back turned, but was discovered and chased off by a small goute of flame.

Toothless watched the whole display, unamused. Then he happened to see one of his fish seemed to be walking away! A Terror emerged from the pile, trying to make a break with it's ill-gotten goods, but Toothless wasn't having any of it. He grabbed the fish in his mouth and yanked it back, swallowing it whole. He made a laughing noise in his throat, provoking the Terror to start making a display of scratching the ground before rearing up to deliver a blast of fiery justice! Only for Toothless to fire a small blast that ignited the gas buildup in the Terror's mouth, causing it to blow up like a balloon. Razorre found this rather funny and stifled his laughter as the Terror stumbled passed them, looking very disoeriented. Hiccup just smiled and shook his head.

"Not so fireproof in the inside are ya? Here ya go."

Hiccup tossed his half-roasted fish over to the Terror, who eagerly snapped it up and scampered over to Hiccup before nuzzling him and curling up beside him for a nap. Razorre watched with a slight smile and leaned back against Thresher.

"Everything we know about you guys... is wrong."

Razorre nodded.

"Be careful, Toothless might get jealous."

Hiccup grabbed one of Toothless' fish, much to the dragon's indignant protest, and chucked it in Razorre's face. Razorre grabbed the fish and lobbed it over to Toothless, who snapped it out of the air.

After the long day, they flew back to Berk and landed in the cove, said goodbye to their dragons and began the trek back to the village. The mood was a little bit down. In the back of their heads, they knew that the big test to see who would face the Monstrous Nightmare was rapidly approaching, and that the contest was between Hiccup and Astrid. Right now, the odds favoured Hiccup and that could lead to unsavory results. Thus, they were faced with two immediate options for if Hiccup won. One, they skip town. Book it. Make for the horizon. They had dragons, so it wouldn't be too challenging. The other was to make an attempt to show the villagers the truth about dragons.

The two kept going back to the forge and sat down. They sat in silence before Razorre finally spoke up.

"Look, all cards on the table, I think we should book it should things turn out sour tomorrow. They won't let me into the ring since it's just you and Astrid, so I could get supplies ready and we can hightail it out of here the moment you can get away from your adoring public."

Hiccup considered it.

"Are you sure? Don't you think we should at least try to change their minds? Make them see that dragons aren't mindless killing machines?"

Razorre shrugged and put his hand on the table.

"Believe me, I would love to do that just as much as you do, but we have to take into consideration that this is the Hairy Hooligan tribe of Berk, lead by Stoick the Vast. I'm not sure they would listen even if they could prevent Ragnarok by doing so."

Hiccup grudgingly agreed.

"Okay. When the sun comes up, you start gathering supplies. I'll head up to the arena early and make sure that as many people know. That'll probably draw a crowd. You take care of final preparations and get back in time to see the ending. Hopefully it'll go without a hitch."

Razorre nodded and left for bed. He was just starting to fall asleep when he heard someone heavyset squeeze through the door to the workshop. He could hear Stoick downstairs, having a laugh and seeming very pleased. After he left, Razorre finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Razorre got out of bed and started gathering supplies. He had managed to amass a large amount of mutton and fish for the dragons, as well as a thin blanket for each of them. He through his armor on and grabbed two knives. One for him, and one for Hiccup. He started making his way back to the arena when he heard the crowd cheering. He rushed up to see the Gronkle that Astrid and Hiccup were fighting was lying on it's side, leg twitching and tongue hanging out the side of it's mouth. Astrid completely lost it before she was brought back in line with Hiccup for Gothi to deside the victor. No surprise, she chose Hiccup. Razorre shook his head. Looks like they were going to make a break for it.

He waited off to the side while the crowd left, but felt someone grab the back of his armor and yank him backwards. He was suddenly face to face with a very angry Astrid who had her axe held to his throat.

"I want to know what in the name of Loki's pants is going on. You and Hiccup have been disappearing from the village and somehow, he's managed to take first place! That's where I'm supposed to be! You know him best, so tell me. HOW HAS HE GOTTEN SO GOOD?!"

Razorre held up his hands and gently moved the axe away with his finger.

"I don't know, but if you wanna ask him, we usually meet at my obstacle course after matches to hang out. You know, get away from the village, talk about the day. You know, things that friends do?" He answered in a small voice.

Astrid pushed her way passed him and stormed off in the direction of his obstacle course. Once she was out of sight, he casually made his way to the village before ducking out of sight and rushing to the cove. He had all of their essentials packed and had also grabbed a few of their designs for new heavy weaponry, just in case someone decided to go ahead and have a go at making one of them. Hiccup was already waiting. He had gotten everything secured to both the dragons and was leaning against Toothless. The two friends looked at eachother.

"Can't believe we're actually leaving Berk."

Razorre looked up at the sky.

"It is quite strange, isn't it. Well then, into the great beyond?"

Hiccup smiled a little.

"Into the great beyond."

The dragons pumped their wings and they soared into the air. They took a wide lap around Berk, just to take one last look at the island that had been their home for many years. After they finished their lap, they took off south. It was the beginning of a brand new chapter.

Unspoken between the two of them, they had come to a mutual agreement. By taking this step, by leaving Berk by dragonback, they had declared to the world that they were no longer vikings.

They were the first Dragon Riders.