It was nearly the start of the next semester and Hiccup and the others were in the Slifer Dorm enjoying some breakfast.

"I guess were officially class now," said Hiccup as he took a bite of his toast. "It's almost the start of our third year."

"Well, apart from Wartihog, who was starting his second year," Ragnar pointed out.

"I'm just glad that last year is behind us," Fishlegs sighed with relief.

"Last year was a bit hectic," Hiccup agreed.

"And the year before that," Ragnar added.

"Can we make a deal? No talk of satellites or the word destiny," Wartihog pleaded.

"And no matter what no one is to mention the name Wrinkly or I'll have another nervous breakdown?" Fishlegs begged.

"That might be a bit harder than you think, Fishlegs," said Ragnar as he took a sip of orange juice. "He is Hiccup's grandfather after all."

"And you have more nervous breakdowns and a worm in a hen house," Wartihog added.

"Well at least everything is back to normal or as normal as things get round here," said Hiccup.

"The girls and Snotlout are busy repainting the Obelisk Blue Dorm, we should probably help them," said Ragnar.

"Good idea," Hiccup nodded. "It would be nice not to do some duelling for at least one day and do some actual work."

"I still find it hard to believe that Snotlout is actually doing work," said Fishlegs.

When they got to the Obelisk Blue Dorm discovered that Snotlout wasn't doing any work and was merely ordering everyone else around with a megaphone.

"Let's go!" he barked. "Time is money people and painting in the lines this is in preschool!"

"Should have seen this coming," said Ragnar rolling his eyes.

"It's nice to be me," Snotlout smiled. He then looked back up at the Obelisk painting the dorm. "I'm serious docks! If I see a speck of white heads are going to roll!"

"It's nice to see that you haven't changed," said Hiccup.

Astrid and Heather then approached Snotlout each one of them carrying a bucket of paint.

"Here's a little friendly advice, Snotlout, you want something done right do it yourself," said Astrid presenting him with a bucket of blue paint. "So here knock yourself out."

"What?" Snotlout stared. "No way, I'm the GX World Champion so have a little respect, huh?"

"Newsflash, you only won because Hiccup was busy saving the world again," Astrid pointed out.

"Yeah, he was busy battling against a psychopathic dimension of creature that possesses grandfather, you are facing a pre-schooler," Heather reminded.

Snotlout looked slightly embarrassed by those comments.

"Nice to see that you two haven't changed either," said Hiccup as they approached them.

"What are you guys doing here?" Heather asked.

"Thought you could do other hand," said Ragnar.

Astrid then looked at Snotlout. "See, Snotlout, Hiccup leads by example maybe you should take a leaf out of his book."

"If I want to read a book to be a loser I'll go to the library," said Snotlout folding his arms.

"Ignore him," said Heather as she gave the boys a bucket of paint each. "We're just grateful for the assist."

Meanwhile Stoick was going over the reviews of both Spitelout and Mildew.

"From what Gobber said it was used to that admitted Wrinkly into the academy," he said looking at the two of them. "Is that true?"

Spitelout slammed his hand on his desk. "Absolutely not! He used mine control to track us and Gobber it over exaggerating."

"Yes, that retired soldier would do anything to smear our reputation," said Mildew folding his arms.

"From what I understand you two did a good enough job by yourselves," said Stoick bluntly. "Well, the good news is that I am not going to fire you." Spitelout and Mildew sighed with relief. "However, I am going to cut your pay."

"That's an outrage!" Spitelout roared.

"You're taken out of my pension fund!" Mildew growled.

"Would you rather if I kick you off the island?" Stoick asked raising an eyebrow.

Spitelout and Mildew's mood suddenly changed.

"We'll take the cut," said Spitelout quickly.

"But I hope this doesn't damage my pension," said Mildew frantically.

"I'm not that cruel," said Stoick. "But I should warn you one more slipup like this and you're out of here. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal clear," said Spitelout.

"We will never attempt to do anything like this again," Mildew nodded.

"Good, now get out of my office," said Stoick.

Spitelout and Mildew then started making their way down the corridors looking slightly upset.

"Can't believe we have to take a cut," said Spitelout angrily.

"I know, I needed that money to support my family," said Mildew.

"We better watch ourselves, Mildew," said Spitelout. "Stoick isn't one to mince words when it comes to firing people."

Stoick continue to look through the files.

'That was a close call,' he said himself. 'Wrinkly almost cost me a fortune, but worse than that if the entity possessing him plan succeeded the entire multipurpose would be under his control. Thankfully, Hiccup was able to put a stop to it and freed him.' Stoick then got up from his desk and made his way over to the window. 'In two years he's faced more challenges than most duellists face in their entire lives. Who knows what else that boy of mine is capable of?'

Hiccup and his friends were busy painting the roof of the Obelisk Blue Dorm. Fishlegs looked up from his work and saw that Hiccup appeared to be talking to himself.

"Uh-oh, he's talking to himself again," he said looking at Wartihog. "I'm no therapist, but that can't be good."

"Actually, creating imaginary companions is the natural cognitive element of the adolescent mind," said Wartihog. "Besides, the Lieutenant doesn't seem to mind."

Ragnar was looking at Hiccup. "Hiccup, I know you're talking to your spirits, but try not to do it in public. People will think that you're crazy."

"I know, I know," said Hiccup looking at Toothless, who was floating close by. "But considering that six months ago I was unable to see any of them I feel I can I should make up for lost time."

"Now was only your fault, Hiccup," said Toothless. "I mean you were quite fortunate that you weren't brainwashed when you battled against Eret."

"I was also fortunate to meet up with the Dragon Spirits," Hiccup added. "If it weren't for them I'd still be in limbo."

"I have to admit that I envy you," said Ragnar looking up from his work. "I mean how many duellists actually meet the cost they created when they were about eight years old."

"And then I came back and settled the score with Eret with my new deck," Hiccup smiled.

"Not only that you were also able to accomplish changing his mind," said Toothless. "That boy was filled with revenge and bitterness, but you were able to reach out to him and proved that there was a better way of duelling."

"Yeah, it's nice that I had some backup from the Dragon Sanctuary," Hiccup nodded. "And I've got the feeling that backup if I ever tangle with another maniacal villain this year, which knowing our luck is bound to happen, we'll be ready."

Fishlegs then made his way over to Hiccup looking slightly concerned. "Hiccup are you sure you're all right?"

"I'm fine Fishlegs," Hiccup assured. "I'm just reliving some distant memories."

"Yeah, like that time you went Eret got caught in a tag duel," said Ragnar. "Boy, you two sure had a tough time getting along."

"As much as you and Dagur," Hiccup reminded.

Ragnar sighed. "Don't remind me. Have to admit that it was a surprise seeing him, I'm just grateful that we managed to pull ourselves together in the end before it was too late."

"Fight your girl was pretty tough, Lieutenant," Wartihog agreed as he made his way over to them. "Though I imagine it was obvious with the Captain when he plays against his little lady."

"Astrid is anything but little," said Hiccup. "Though I have to admit that there was a lot on the line."

"Like preventing your possessed grandfather enjoying a satellite that would turn everyone into mind controls zombies," said Ragnar.

"Like that," Hiccup nodded. He then turned and looked at Toothless. "Good thing you destroyed that."

"Yes, but without the help of Ragnar that accomplishment would not have been possible," said Toothless.

Hiccup then looked at Ragnar. "Hey, Rag, Toothless said thank you."

"Who?" Wartihog stared.

"What?" Fishlegs blinked.

"Tell him it was nothing," Ragnar smiled.

Fishlegs leaned over to Wartihog. "It Ragnar encouraging him?"

"When you friend goes nuts it's best just to play along," said Wartihog.

Snotlout was still supervising the repainting of the door much to Astrid and Heather's annoyance.

"Maybe you should help out?" Astrid advised. "Hiccup and the boys are helping and not even from this dorm."

"That's because he's Mr Goody Shoe," said Snotlout folding his arms.

"Or maybe it's because they're very good friends," said Heather shaking her head.

"Heads up!" Tuffnut yelled.

Snotlout looked up and saw a bucket of blue paint heading down towards him and landed on top of his head covering him in head to foot in blue paint.

"It's only paint so don't look so blue," said Astrid failing to hold back a laugher.

"Oh, you're a regular comedian," Snotlout glared. "Well, fine, make all the jokes you want, but don't expect me to be the punchline any more. I'm out of here!"

He then removed the bucket that was stuck on his head and totted into the ground in a tantrum and then walked off. "Later Dork Patrol. I'd rather live with the roaches in Slifer Red!"

"He only stayed here for about an hour," said Heather looking at her watch. "That a new personal best.

Astrid merely shook her head in disbelief. "It amazes me what you do just to avoid manual labour."

Hiccup climbed down from the roof and joined her. "You would have thought that he would stay here since it was his fault that the Blue Dorm was painted white to begin with."

Astrid nodded. "If you hadn't brought him around still be wearing that white coat. Though I still think that you should took the medals from him when you have the chance."

"Technically he defeated himself I could hardly take credit for that," Hiccup reminded.

"Fair point," Astrid nodded.

After doing some good manual labour at the Blue Dorm, Hiccup and the others returned back to the Red Dorm and found Snotlout had clean himself up and was now sitting down in his renovated room.

"All right, Dorks! Snotlout Manor is open for business!" he yelled at the top of his voice.

"I guess things really are back to normal guys," said Hiccup as he and the others entered the room.

"Not quite," said a new voice.

They turned and saw Blaze appearing out of the showers wearing a Red blazer and she automatically smiled up at Hiccup.

"Guess who? Remember me?" she said.

"Unfortunately yes," Hiccup groaned.

"It's Blaze," Wartihog stared.

"Boys, you're looking at Slifer Red's newest freshman," Blaze smiled.

"What?" Fishlegs stared. "But you're just a little kid, Blaze?"

"She did reach the semi-finals of the GX Tournament, Fishlegs," Hiccup reminded.

"Where's she bunking?" Wartihog asked.

"Not here," said Snotlout stubbornly. "This is my palace."

"Then you got yourself a princess," Wartihog teased.

Stoick was looking out of his window towards the Slifer Red dorm where Hiccup and the others were watching Snotlout and Blaze at each other's throats.

"I claimed it!" Blaze barked.

"Well, I built it and there's only room for one!" said Snotlout stubbornly.

Hiccup decided it was best not to remind Snotlout that there was another room for an entire marquee.

'Hiccup, you're my most gifted students yeah after two years you're still in the Slifer Red Dorm, howbeit under your preference,' Stoick said to himself. 'Perhaps you need discipline from someone new. Someone who isn't impressed with your victory over the Shadow Riders? Somebody who doesn't know about your defeat of the Society of Light? Someone who can home your skills and push you to the very limit of your ability.' He then pulled out his PDA and an image of a man with black dreadlocks appeared. 'A hard-hitting man like Professor Drago Bludvist. Son, I'm afraid your third year won't be easy.'