A/N: Sorry it took so long, and sorry it's so short. I've been trying to finish up my senior year of high school, and so that has been crazy, especially since it's all at home now. Stay safe you guys, and I hope you all enjoy!

The wooden throne was lowered to the ground in front of the Great Hall doors, and one of the guards gently pushed Hiccup off of his seat as another opened the doors, and he was forced inside before they slammed shut behind him.

Hiccup stood there for a moment, shocked, before he swerved around and stared at the doors. "H-hello?" he stuttered. He glanced back over his shoulder, and felt a sudden chill run up his spine. The huge room was only lit by the giant bowl-like torches that lined the walls, and there were many different artifacts that sat on pedestals on display under them.

"Wow," Hiccup breathed, moving towards one of the pedestals as if in a trance. He reached out and ran his fingers along the flat end of the polished metal long sword. It had been sitting there for years, yet it was still as sharp as ever. For an amazed moment, Hiccup wondered if Gobber himself had made it, but then he remembered what the blacksmith had told him many years ago: Never have I even set eyes on the weapons up there, lad. All were made by the warriors' blacksmiths. I could only dream of being one some day.

Hiccup gasped as a sudden idea hit him, and a smile lit his face. What if Gobber was able to create some of my weapons? That would make his dreams come true, wouldn't it?

"Only one warrior has ever touched that sword, and I personally hoped it would stay that way."

Hiccup jumped and turned around so quickly that he accidentally knocked into the pedestal, causing it to wobble. He winced as the clang of the sword falling to the ground met his ears.

Viggo eyed the sword for a moment, his face expressionless, before his gaze returned to the so-called Dragon Warrior that they had all been waiting for. What was Old Wrinkly thinking?

"M-Master Grimborn," Hiccup gasped, his eyes widening. "I, uh...it's such an honor, sir."

Viggo's eyes narrowed slightly, and Hiccup averted his gaze. "So, you're the Dragon Warrior, hmm?" Viggo asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Umm...I guess so," Hiccup shrugged in response, but when Viggo's glare hardened, he swallowed. "No?"

"There is only one way to become the Dragon Warrior," Viggo began, and his eyes trailed over to the pool of water that remained untouched near the end of the hall, "and that is only when you have discovered the secret of the Dragon's Egg."

Hiccup gasped when he saw the water. "No way!" he exclaimed, running over to it. He squinted down into the dark water, and just barely caught sight of the Egg sitting in its depths. "Are you telling me that the Dragon Egg is destined to be mine?"

"That is the exact opposite of what I'm saying," Viggo called out, striding over to Hiccup and pushing him back. "You are not worthy to even set eyes upon it. You are not worthy to be in this Hall. You are not worthy to stand in the presence of the Dragon's Five."

"Well, that's a bit hurtful," Hiccup muttered. "Old Wrinkly-"

"And you are most certainly not worthy enough to utter that name," Viggo cut him off. "This was a mistake, and don't think for one second that I won't set it right. Am I making myself clear?"

Hiccup looked down, ashamed. "Yes," he sighed.

"However, in the meantime, there is regrettably nothing I can do about this predicament. So, for now, you are welcome to join us in our daily training."

"I am?" Hiccup's head snapped back up, his eyebrows disappearing under his bangs as they shot up in surprise.

"Until further notice, yes," Viggo answered simply. Even though his words flowed easily, Hiccup could tell that it took a lot of willpower to get them out.

"Thank you, sir." Hiccup smiled. Finally, he would be able to train with the Dragon's Five, just like in his dreams.

"You might not want to express your gratitude quite yet," Viggo told him as he turned, his hands clasped behind his back. "I have a feeling that it isn't going to be what you're expecting." With those final words hanging in the air, the man walked away, leaving Hiccup to ponder his words. Even though Viggo's back was turned, he had still heard the amusement in the leader's voice, and Hiccup couldn't stop the sudden determination that welled inside of him. He wouldn't go down without a fight.