This is Berk. For generations, it was dragon against Viking. The battles were ferocious. Then one day, everything changed. I met Hiccup and Toothless. And together we've shown people here that instead of fighting dragons, we can ride them, live with them, even train them

The wind tossed my long hair about as I clung tightly to the person in front of me. He shifted his peg-leg back and the artificial wing of the dragon we were on sprung out, allowing us to fly just a bit higher before we landed back on the ledge where five other dragon riders were waiting expectantly for us.

"Okay, guys. Best trick competition," Hiccup announced. Out of fear, I immediately flung myself from Toothless and onto the ground. "Reign, what are you-"

"The last time you did this, I started plummeting towards the ocean. Pardon me if I have a concept of self-preservation," I stated plainly, setting my hands on my hips.

Hiccup shook his head and turned back to the group.

"Who's up first?" he asked, scanning his eyes across those who had dragons.

"Uh-" Fishlegs wouldn't get to finish.

"Me!" The ever-cocky Snotlout announced.

"Actually, I think it's-"

"Me!" Snotlout once again interrupted Fishlegs.

"Sweet baby Thor in a thunderstorm!" Astrid cried in frustration. "Go!"

"Oh don't worry, we'll go. And when we go, Hookfang and I are gonna light the sky on fire!"

Before Snotlout could finish, his Monstrous Nightmare had dived off the cliff and towards the water, before maneuvering through some tight impasses and looping into the sky, diving once into the water, and landing back onto the overlook.

"I'm alive? I'm alive!" He turned back to face the rest of us, who all had unamused looks on our faces, and his elated expression dropped. "I mean, of course I am."

"Ooh, it's my turn," Fishlegs cried happily, making me smile. "Ready, Meatlug?" He asked his sweet little Gronkle. "Here we go!" She gently lifted off the ground and circled once, then landed on the overlook. "Yes! New personal best."

I shot Fishlegs a thumbs-up, giving him some encouragement. For him, that was a step up. The week before, he could barely get Meatlug off the ground before he started screaming. After he had charged so willingly into battle on that dragon last year, I thought he'd maybe gained a sense of confidence, but looking at it now, that bravery seemed to just be a circumstantial spur of the moment. Regardless, he'd learn to be less afraid of getting into the air.

"My turn!" Ruffnut announced.

"No, my turn!" Her twin, Tuffnut, shot back.

"Guys?" I sighed. "Same dragon."

"Oh, right." Leave it to the twins to forget the thing right in front of their faces.

Their Hideous Zippleback began to fly, but Ruff and Tuff were clearly giving contradictory orders, because the dragon's heads began moving in opposite directions and tangling up before slamming against a rock spire. Ruff and Tuff were tossed in the air and Barf and Belch caught them, then brought them back to the overlook.

"We almost died," Ruff panted.

"I know... Go again?"

"Hey, it's my turn," Astrid announced, clearly done with everyone's antics. She turned to Hiccup and smirked. "You might want to take notes. Let's go." She and her Deadly Nadder, Stormfly, launched into the air and dragged her tail through the water, did a few twirls in the air, shot up in a spiral, and landed back with the rest of us. Everyone exclaimed in awe, except Snotlout.

"Yeah, but can you do that without the dragon?" Astrid swiftly punched him in the arm. "Ow!"

"Well, looks like we've got our work cut out for us there, bud.

" Hiccup was clearly building up what he and Toothless were going to do. Without another word, the Night Fury shot off the platform and dove towards the sea below, pulling up and flying straight at the last moment. They kicked up some water as they flew, then weaved in and out of spires, and for the grand finale, Hiccup jumped off Toothless and ran along a small land bridge before jumping back onto his dragon. Toothless shot off four plasma blasts and I sighed.

"They're still the best." The pair landed back on the overlook and I climbed back onto the affectionate dragon, who purred in response. The six of us nodded and headed back towards Berk.

Yup, dragons. Most people on Berk would say life here is better since we made peace with them. Unfortunately, dragons are still, well, dragons.

Hiccup and I landed back on Berk and headed back towards where he lived, Toothless following in stride. A Gronkle chased a yak, a Terrible Terror was attempting to snatch its owner's bread, but this was nothing new. Dragons and people were still adjusting to their new lives, and this meant there was going to be some conflict.

"Incoming!" Someone cried, racing past the three of us.

"Look out!"

"Dragon poop!" A flock of dragons flew overhead and began leaving droppings, and Hiccup and I slowly began backing up, narrowly avoiding the line of fire.

"Ew! Gross, gross, gross," Hiccup gagged. "Oh, poop. Oh, that's disgusting." We looked at the two that we'd backed beside, and Hiccup nervously smiled. "Hey, Mulch. Hey, Bucket. Sorry about the, uh..."

"Every day at three," Bucket marveled, adjusting the metal object on his head that gave him his nickname. "They're regular, at least. A tip of the cap."

"Better than the days when it was kill or be killed." Mulch suddenly remembered something and pointed at Hiccup. "Hey, we have some fish for that father of yours. Bucket, give the boy the cod."

The taller one picked up a fish that had been gutted, leaving only the bones to dangle freely in the wind.

"I ate it already?" Bucket asked, staring at the object with a mix of confusion and awe. "Did I enjoy it?"

My eyes wandered for a moment, resting on what most definitely was the scene of the crime we were attempting to solve.

"Uh, no, uh, actually, Bucket, I'm-I'm afraid the, uh..." I pointed to a dragon gnawing on the supply the two fishers had caught.

Most of us here on Berk are willing to take the good with the bad. But there are those who will never accept the dragons, and will do anything to drive them away.

Hiccup and I stood and watched as his father ordered people where to put the food that was being stored before the freeze. Out of subconscious habit, I was fiddling with the necklace Hiccup had made for me, when a certain grumpy old man approached Stoick, causing me to begin flipping and sliding the pendant faster.

"Stoick," he snapped, his scowl enveloping his entire face.

"Ah, here's Mildew with the complaint of the day," Gobber sighed, poorly feigning excitement.

"You picked a bad time, Mildew," Chief Stock snapped, barely offering Mildew his attention. "I'm in the middle of storing food. The freeze is coming." Mildew scoffed.

"It's the dragons again." Hiccup and I glanced at each other, knowing who the blame for whatever this was would fall on. "Those demons are not fit to live amongst civilized men."

"Neither are you, Mildew," Gobber shot back, causing me to snicker. "Why do you think we built your house so far outside of town?"

Mildew's eyelids narrowed, as though he was brewing up the closest thing to a witty response he could come up with, but for some reason, that all just faded away, leaving him with just his usual glower.

"Oh, very well, make your jokes," Mildew dismissed. "Meanwhile, these dragons upend our village carts, turn peoples' houses into piles of rubble."

"Aye, Mildew's right," someone called. I could see Hiccup paling by the second, so I nudged him and flashed a miniscule smile, trying to distract the fearful boy.

"They even disturb an old man's rest! Can't you see these bags under me eyes?" Mildew made a big show of pointing to the dark and puffy skin beneath his eyes

"Oh, please," I muttered. "I have bigger bags under my eyes, and I'm sixteen."

"He's right. He's hideous."

Villagers began to cry out in protest, giving Mildew support. Was the world turning upside-down? I'd never seen more than maybe one person agree with the old man at a time.

"These are wild and unpredictable beasts!"

"Right you are!"

"They even cracked this man's skull." Mildew hit is cane against Bucket's helmet. "Like an egg."

"Eggs? I like eggs. Scrambled, over-easy, poached..." Bucket wasn't exactly helping our case.

"You need to put those dragons in cages."

"I agree!"

Hiccup and I turned to Toothless, and his owner gently rubbed the top of the sweet dragon's head.

"If you don't, they'll eat us out of house and home, and destroy the entire village."

That was enough. Hiccup pushed away from his dragon, an uncharacteristic anger falling over his face. With a shocking amount of bravado, he stepped up beside his father and faced the ever-growing crowd of angry villagers.

"They don't mean any harm," he tried to reason, "they're just dragons being dragons."

"Look, Mildew, if there's a problem, I'll deal with it," Chief Stoick declared, believing he'd have the final world. Hiccup and I gulped, and I went back to fiddling with the necklace.

"Oh, there is a problem, Stoick. And I think I speak for everyone when I say you better do something about it." With that, the old man hobbled away, leaving Hiccup and I defenseless and unsure what to do.

Chief Stoick paced back and forth in front of a roaring fire. Hiccup, Toothless, and I hid behind a pillar in his house, trying to listen in on the conversation.

"We can't just let dragons run wild like they own the place," his father sighed. "We could put up signs."

"Signs? For dragons?" I rolled my eyes at Gobber's dim wit.

"No, for the people," Chief Stoick groaned, shaking his head.

"Signs? For Vikings? We're not big readers, Stoick."

"Then we'll build a huge net and stretch it around the plaza."

In the past, Hiccup's father had come up with some genuinely good ideas. He was a leader, meant to act in the most logical and methodical way possible. So, what compelled him to suggest that we put a net up over the village would never make sense to me.

"Nets? You do know they breathe fire?"

"I know very well they breathe fire, Gobber."

I watched as Hiccup's face changed suddenly, his eyebrows rising up against his forehead. He didn't say a word of it to me, but, much like his father, I trusted that his ideas were mostly competent. Whatever he'd suddenly come up with, it would hopefully at least be a jumping off point for the two of us. Confident enough in him, Hiccup and I emerged from our hiding spot.

"Maybe Mildew was right. We have to figure-"

"No, dad, wait." Chief Stoick stopped speaking at the sound of his son's voice. "What if I deal with the dragons?" I picked up the stool Chief Stoick had knocked over and took a seat on it, leaning against my knees and directing my attention toward Hiccup.

"You?" The chief stared at his son with wide-eyed shock.

"Who else?" Hiccup shrugged. "If anyone can control them, I can. I'm the best man for the job."

"You're not a man yet, Hiccup," Chief Stoick pointed out, perhaps a bit harshly.

"Not if you don't give me the chance to be," Hiccup shot back. Chief Stoick and Gobber exchanged glances, and the chief seemed to cave impressively easily.

"Fair enough. You'll have your chance. Starting tomorrow." Hiccup smiled and I nodded, before tapping him on the shoulder.

"I'm going to turn it in for the night. I'll see you tomorrow."

The next day, I was awoken from a nap to the sound of chaos erupting and Astrid shaking me.

"Reign, something's going on with the dragons," she informed me. "Hiccup said he needed you." I nodded and shot out of bed, quickly pulling on my shoes.

"You get the others and get to a high place. Hiccup and I will attempt to control them." Astrid nodded and ran out of the house, with me following in tail. Everything looked like it usually did, but with the chaos cranked up to eleven. I quickly found Hiccup and raced over to him. "I thought you had this all under control," I hissed.

"So did I," he sighed. I picked him up from his position- laying on the ground- and splashed a bucket of water over a smoking sheep.

"Sorry." The sounds of screeching came from above, and I sighed. "And it's three o'clock." Green, steaming dragon poop fell from above, and I quickly pulled Hiccup to cover before he collapsed, using me as support. "Let's get you back to your house."

"Oh, everything hurts," he muttered, rolling his shoulder.

"Well don't do stuff that'll make it hurt more," I sighed, not looking up from my drawing.

"Even this." He held up his peg-leg.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head and attempted to finish the set of lines I was working on. I'd figured Hiccup had some sort of plan, but the events of that day proved otherwise. Hiccup was incredibly smart, that much was certain, but he had this habit of not thinking things through when he was truly passionate about something-- a fact I shouldn't have forgotten before deciding that he could handle wrangling dozens of dragons completely on his own.

"Hiccup?" I finally lifted my eyes from the drawing.

"Reign?" He managed to sit up a little bit, casting his eyes toward me.

"I... It's just hard to believe you're still standing," I admitted, suddenly feeling bad that he'd thought whatever I was going to say would be important enough for him to sit up. He groaned and flopped back onto his bed.

"I'm going to be seeing flaming sheep in my dreams for the next month." I stood and moved over to sit next to him, placing a hand on his arm.

"Hiccup! Hiccup, what's going on out there?" Chief Stoick burst into the room, looking steamed, causing me to jump back slightly. "The plaza looks like a war zone."

"I know it looks bad-"

"Really bad," I whispered. Hiccup rolled his eyes at me.

"-but this is only, uh, phase one of my master plan."

Hiccup flashed his dad a nervous smile, both looking and sounding like he was more attempting to convince himself than he was the man in front of him. Absolutely nothing about his demeanor seemed even remotely convincing, and I think his dad knew that.

"Oh, so you do have a plan?" Chief Stoick challenged.

"I do. Of course I do." The way Hiccup's eyes flashed over to me made me nervous. "It's very complex, lots of drawings-which Reign has been helping me with- several moving parts. Yeah, it's pretty wild."

"Uh-huh. Well, this better be real, because Mildew stirred up the whole island. And if you don't get those dragons under control, they'll be calling for their heads."

What a comforting threat to leave that conversation hanging on.

With that, his father left the room. Hiccup instantly released a breath and reached over to his dragon.

"Don't worry, bud." Hiccup scratched Toothless' ear. "Your head's not going anywhere."

"You do realize there are, like, a bazillion dragons out there, and only one of you? I hope you really do have a plan." Hiccup looked down at the floor, telling me exactly what I needed to know, and I sighed. "Well then what are we going to do? The only thing we know how to do is kind of, sort of train them." With that, Hiccup perked up.

"Train them, you say?"

The mischievous smirk on Hiccup's face caused me to flinch. Of all the bone-headed ideas he could come up, with this was definitely going to be at the top.

"You're going to get me killed," I groaned.

"That's your plan?" Ruffnut scoffed. "Train dragons?"

"Here? Where we used to kill them?"

Hiccup and I had called the group to meet us at the old dragon fighting arena the next morning, and the response to our idea so far wasn't great. I hadn't exactly been on board with it myself the night before, but as Hiccup and I sat and came up with different ways to train the dragons, I started to feel better about the whole thing. We'd certainly need help from the rest of our friends, given the volume of dragons on Berk, and it couldn't be instantaneous, but

Hiccup came over to Toothless and I carrying a basket of fish.

"Right. Because we don't do that anymore. That's why it's available."

"Actually, the dragons do seem a little nervous," Astrid chimed in, her eyes warily watching Stormfly.

"That's because they're very sensitive," Fishlegs informed us. "Meatlug especially. She lost a cousin here. We try not to talk about it."

"It's amazing your dad just gave us the arena," I marveled, smiling at Hiccup. His expression didn't quite match mine, instead holding a distinct undertone of nervousness.

"Well... it would be if he did, yeah." My expression quickly turned to a slightly angry one. "But he didn't so that's another thing we should try not to talk about."

"Wait, so we're going behind your father's back?" I grunted, slapping my forehead against my palm.

"There you go, talking about it." He quickly changed the subject on me. "Uh, alright. Everybody, here's the thing. The dragons are out of control, we want them to live in our world without destroying it, but they can't without our help. They've been blowing things up in the village. We've gotta do something about that."

For the most part, it looked like the group understood. But, there would always be those who took their own interpretation.

"Got it. Help dragons blow things up." That suggestion really could have only come from Tuffnut. "We can totally do that."

"No, I believe I said-"

"Here's how we're gonna do it. First, we make them really, really angry." The twins were officially off on their own train of thought.

"No problem. We anger everybody."

"Guys, this is serious," I chimed in, trying to get the twins' attention. "Mildew wants all of our dragons caged. And I don't know about you, but that's not okay with me."

"You're right. She's sorry." I rolled my eyes and turned control back to Hiccup.

"Okay, then, next problem. The dragons are eating everything in sight." Hiccup pulled some bread from the basket and Toothless licked his lips. "Now, when a dragon grabs something it's not supposed to have, you can get him to drop it by giving him a little scratch just below the chin." Hiccup demonstrated on his Night Fury, and Snotlout approached, snatching the bread from Hiccup.

"Maybe that works with you and Toothless, but Hookfang and me, we do things a little different." Snotlout tossed the bread into his dragon's mouth and prepared to demonstrate. "When I want this big boy to do something I just get right in his face and- drop that right now!" he screamed. "You hear me?" Hookfang did as told, but picked up Snotlout once he dropped the bread. "See? He dropped it."

"Should we help him?" Tuff asked as we all stared.

"Yeah, in a minute," I chuckled.

"All right, we've got a lot of training to do, but together, we can keep these dragons under control." Hiccup handed loaves of bread to the others for their dragons, and one for me to do on Toothless, since I didn't have one of my own.

"Uh, can somebody do that chin-scratchy thing?" Snotlout called. "Hello? You guys still there?"

After quite a bit of training, we decided we needed to go into the village and put this to work, but when we got there, it was oddly vacant. There were no squawks, no screeches, and weirdly, no villagers, either. The town square was always busiest in the middle of the day-- what all of a sudden brought on this eerie exception.

"Huh. No dragons." I nodded at Fishlegs' statement.

"That was easy."

"Lunch?"

"That's weird. If the dragons aren't here, where are they?"

Suddenly, there was the sound of something igniting and a woman screaming.

"Something tells me that way," I sighed.

The six of us raced off to see every single dragon on the island raiding the storehouse. That included our own.

"Stormfly?" The Nadder looked up from her eating to glance at her owner.

"Hookfang!"

Confused and horrified, Hiccup and I rushed inside, just in time to watch his father grab a pillar and throw it. Thinking fast, I shoved Hiccup away from me, keeping both of us from getting hit.

"They've eaten everything," he announced. "We've got nothing left for the freeze."

"I warned you, Stoick." I jumped at Mildew's voice, unaware he was behind us. "But did you listen to me? No. You put a bunch of teenagers in charge. Now look what the dragons have done. Caging is too good for those beasts."

I growled, but Hiccup calmed me by patting my arm.

"Dad, I swear I can fix this. We- we were just starting to-"

"Enough, Hiccup," Chief Stoick interjected, his rage spilling out from him. "How can I trust you to control all the dragons, when you couldn't even control your own?" He gestured to the Night Fury, who was munching fish from a barrel.

"Oh, Toothless..." Chief Stoick went back inside the burnt storage house.

"Bucket, Mulch, man the boats. We need another catch."

"It's too late, Stoick," Bucket sighed, already accepting defeat. "It took us six months to catch all that fish."

"Don't tell me it's too late! You've got to try!"

"Of course we do. Don't tell the chief it's too late," Mulch scolded, attempting to blame Bucket for his mistake. "You're always so negative."

"I don't know what it is with me." Chief Stoick rolled his eyes and carried a barrel out.

"Dad, please, you've got to listen to me. I know dragons better than-"

"Not now, Hiccup. I have a village to feed. The dragons have done enough damage. By tonight, I want every one of them caged. Understand?"

That still wasn't good enough for Mildew.

"Bah! You can't just cage these dragons. You need to send them away now!" I rolled my eyes at Mildew's persistence. I hadn't really let myself believe this was bad until the villagers began agreeing with him.

"You're right, Mildew." Just like that, Chief Stoick caved. "We'll cage them tonight, and in the morning, Hiccup will send them off the island." Toothless approached his owner and nudged him, causing me to feel a dangerous mix of sadness and anger.

"Chief, you can't..." I whispered.

"I'm sorry." With that, he walked away from the scene to try and organize ways to get more food. Hiccup looked at me with big eyes and I pulled him into a hug.

"Don't worry. We'll figure something out," I muttered.

"I can't believe we have to send them away," Snotlout lamented. I pushed around my food, not very hungry for obvious reasons. I didn't even have a dragon of my own, but the connection I'd formed with everyone else's was enough to create a massive hole in my heart at the thought of them no longer being part of our lives.

"It's gonna be weird. I got used to Stormfly's face being the first thing I see every morning." I wrapped a supportive arm around Astrid's shoulders.

"Every night before I went to sleep, Meatlug would lick my feet. Who's gonna do that now?" Fishlegs flopped onto the table in defeat. A little weird, but I supposed it was the sentiment that counted.

"I volunteer Tuffnut," Ruff joked.

"Whatever. What time should I be there?" Tuff shrugged half-heartedly.

"Come on, guys, let's get this over with."

Everyone stood but Hiccup and I.

"This is the worst day of my life! We're never gonna see our dragons again." A sudden rush went through me. If I didn't have Toothless, Hiccup and I would have never bonded, and we wouldn't have been able to form such a meaningful bond between the people of Berk and their former enemies. I wouldn't let this happen. Determined, I stood.

"We can't let that happen." Everyone looked at me. "If it weren't for Toothless, Hiccup and I might not even have gotten to know each other."

"Oh, Toothless, I'm gonna miss you so much," a certain old man mocked. I took a quick second to mentally question when he'd gotten there before focusing back on the issue at hand. "You know what you and your little boyfriend's mistake was?"

"Mildew, don't even--"

"Thinking dragons could be trained," he snapped, wearing a victorious smirk. "A dragon's gonna do what a dragon's gonna do. It's their nature. And nature always wins." Two men opened the hall doors, causing a breeze that blew out the fire. Toothless acted fast and re-lit it.

"Oh, thank you, Toothless," a woman smiled.

"You know what?" Hiccup looked at me, curious. "Mildew's absolutely right." I had the perfect plan. "Come on, you two."

Hiccup followed behind as I ran to the arena, but knowing we'd never reach it in time, Hiccup and I climbed onto Toothless and flew the rest of the way. Just as the gate was about to close, we hovered over the arena.

"Don't close it!" I screamed, hoping someone heard me. Toothless landed right next to the lever and I hopped off, pulling the mechanism in the opposite direction so it would release the dragons. "We are not locking them up."

"What happened?" Astrid asked. "Did you two change the chief's mind? Or are we going behind his back again?"

"Uh, one of those," I blushed. "Look, the dragons are gonna do what they're gonna do. It's their nature. We just need to learn how to use it." Everyone, including Hiccup, smiled at my idea. "Tomorrow morning, the six of us are going to help get all that food back, using our dragons." Everyone nodded and I turned to Hiccup. "Sorry about stealing your glory. I just came up with something and ran with it."

"Are you kidding? This is a great idea! You... you are brilliant." I smiled and climbed back on Toothless so he could take me home.

Hiccup, Snotlout, and I flew Toothless and Hookfang towards a fishing boat and the latter dove.

"Snotlout, scare us up some dinner!" I ordered, then tapped Toothless to move to the next area. "Come on, follow me!" The rest of the group was close behind as we came to the next stop. "Astrid, use Stormfly's tail to plow the fields." She nodded and made her way to land, dragging the Nadder's tail through the fields. "Three o'clock. Time for the fertilizer!" Mildew, whose field we were plowing, grumbled. "Smile, Mildew! We just saved you three months of work!" Barf and Belch knocked down trees as they herded yaks on land, and Toothless finished the job.

"Woo-hoo! That was awesome!" The group landed in front of the stables.

"How did you know that was gonna work?" Astrid called to me.

"Because they're dragons, and they're gonna do what dragons do. We just have to work with them and not against them."

"You know who we should actually be thanking?" Hiccup was interrupted by the official bane of my existence.

"There they are, Chief Stoick." Mildew pointed an accusatory finger in our direction. "Those dragons don't look like they're in cages to me."

"No. This is not what I asked for." I quickly stepped up.

"I'm sorry, Chief. This was my idea. I should take the fall for it." He didn't respond to what I said.

"All of you to the arena. Now." We jumped and flew to the arena, awaiting out fate. Nervous, I messed with the necklace, and Hiccup took my hand and brought it back down, trying to help break my habit. In a few short moments, the gate opened and Gobber and Chief Stoick approached.

"What's Stoick gonna do to us?" Fishlegs trembled.

"I'm too pretty for jail," Ruffnut complained.

"Heh. Where'd you hear that?" her brother shot back.

"You all disobeyed my orders, and there will be consequences," the chief barked, eyeing all of us with a steely glare.

"I told you we were gonna get in trouble," Astrid whispered to me.

"What? No you didn't," I hissed. "Never was that mentioned, ever."

"Ugh, you never listen to me." I stepped in front of the group, ignoring her.

"Chief Stoick, if anyone's going to get in trouble, it should be me," I volunteered, refusing to flinch or grovel for even a second.

"No, you all had a hand in this. You took over this place without permission, you released the dragons against my wishes. Things are going to change around here. That's why--"

"We're getting a Dragon Training Academy," Gobber piped up, his grin overwhelming his face. Everyone gasped and Hiccup and I looked at each other. Both of us were beaming.

"Gobber! I wanted to tell them!" Chief Stoick whined like a child.

"I'm sorry. You're right, go ahead."

"Well, you told most of it."

"You can tell them the part about how proud you are of them."

"Gobber!" Chief Stoick groaned before turning back to us. "Hiccup, Reign... Well, what he said. You've all made me proud. This dragon training academy is for you." Chief Stoick flipped the switch that released our dragons from the cage they had just been put in.

"Hookfang!"

"Hey, Stormfly!"

"I missed you so much!" Toothless approached Hiccup and I and we both hugged him.

"Hey, bud."

"Thanks for holding in, there."

"Now all you have to do is train them."

"Not a problem, Chief," I smirked. "After all, we have him."

"Ahem." We all turned our attention to the group, and Hiccup and I blushed.

"And them, too," Hiccup pretended to sound unimpressed, then turned to me.

"If you don't mind running some classes..."

"Not at all!"

Dragons can't change who they are. But who would want them to? Dragons are powerful, amazing creatures.

"Berk Dragon Academy." Hiccup read aloud. "I like the sound of that."

"Thanks." I turned to him, standing a little taller than a moment before. "We're gonna do this."

And however long it takes, Hiccup and I are going to learn everything there is to know about them.