"Hey! You! Shorty!! Get in there! You're not even trying!!" Eret yelled to Snotlout who was backing away from the Rumblehorn he was being trained with. I heard Heather sigh as I landed beside her. 

"That's the wrong dragon." I pointed out to her to which earned me a punch in the arm.

"That's for not coming back last night, I would yell at you right now if I wasn't dealing with, well, them!" she exclaimed gesturing to the four who were either failing or in the twins case scaring off the dragons. 

"You've put all of them with the wrong dragons. Snotlout needs to be with a monstrous nightmare -I recommend Hookfang- the twins need a zippleback -try Barf and Belch- and Gobber.. he needs something that isn't a gronckle," I looked at the handicapped viking, "try.. Grump!" I nodded in the direction of the hotburple. Heather thought for a moment before her jaw dropped ever so slightly. 

"How did you do that?" She gaped at me.

"Do what? All I did was give suggestions it's not that hard." I shrugged, when in fact I already knew what dragons they would work best with once I got to truly know the dragon.

"You know I don't appreciate having to follow a hunter the rest of the way here." Hiccup almost growled making me chuckle. 

"Oops?" I grinned at him earning a glare through that helmet of his, "Oh, relax he's reformed, mostly, he doesn't catch dragons anymore, same with Eret. Say, when is the next council meeting?" I turned to my best friend Heather not noticing Fishlegs behind me. 

"It's tomorrow on Caldera Cay, I just got a message from Dagur." I flinched at the sound of his voice turning to face the boy I grew up with finding that he was wearing his mask that he usually wears in the forge an unfamiliar axe in his hands, "Oh and I made this using gronckle iron I figured one of you two would like to test it out." Heather and I turned our eyes to each other, a silent conversation happening within mere seconds, grabbing the axe I twirled it around a bit to get a feel for the weapon. 

"What was the message?" I inquired as I hefted the axe letting it go as I turned back towards the arena. 

"AAAHH!!" Snotlout screeched as the axe whipped past his head lodging itself in one of the targets. 

"Oh yeah I'd say it's good." I smirked at the two lovebirds before walking over to retrieve the axe from beside the short viking I had to deal with for fifteen years of my life. 

"Woah." I heard him and the twins sigh.

"So cool" Ruff commented.

"The note, Thor?" I used Fishlegs alter ego name to not give him away to our.. guests.

"Oh, right. I informed him and Mala of the situation here since Dagur is back on Caldera, um, they said to bring those four with us and that Mala can have some of her people distract them while we have our meeting." I nodded in understanding.

"Tell them we'll see them soon," I turned to Eret the axe resting on my shoulder now, "Hurry up with their training we leave for the Defenders of the Wing tonight." 

He nodded, "How much time do I have?" 

"Two hours, three at most, both Mala and Atali would not appreciate our tardiness because of four amateur dragon riders," he smiled then. 

"I'll take it, it's good to have you back chief." I glared at him then before turning to Viggo. 

"Gather Hookfang, Barf and Belch and Grump. Thor gather their saddles, and Heather think you could catch me up on everything that I've missed?" I saw them all smiling at me. 

"Of course." Heather replied as we both mounted our dragons. 

"And what of us?" I could hear the smile in Valka's voice. 

"Follow us it would be nice to have some outsider input to what we have. Oh, here take this back to the forge," I gave Fishlegs back the axe before flying up to clubhouse.

"So who are these two?" Heather inquired of me after we had landed. 

"They are the friends Atali mentioned and night fury boy over there took down the red death," I told her as she gave me a disbelieving look. 

"Him? He took down the red death. Wait.. Did you say Night Fury?"

"Yes he is a night fury and yes, I did take down the red death why does no one seem to believe that?" Hiccup explained from right behind me as he walked over to the table that held our maps. 

"Um.. Have you seen yourself?" I responded to him, "You don't exactly look like much of a warrior." he gave me a glare to that statement. 

"Alright children that's enough," Valka came beside me and Heather, "You must be Heather, I'm Valka," she took of her helmet before continuing, "Just make sure not to say my name infront of Gobber and the other three." 

"Valka? As in..?"

"Stoick the Vasts wife? yes." I responded walking over to Hiccup who was scanning the map before him. 

"From what I'm seeing you know just about as much as we do." 

"We do?" I asked him disbelievingly. 

"Well that doesn't seem very useful. Especially since all Viggo brought back was gossip that still needs to be authenticated." Heather huffed her arms crossed over her chest. 

"Viggo mentioned that on the way here, what was it?"

"He said that Drago was intending to take his fleets somewhere past Glacier Island, but again there's been no confirmation and we don't even know what's out there-"

"But we do." Hiccup interrupted her again. 

"The mountain, your home.." I realized looking at Hiccup his green eyes already looking into my blue ones as if he was waiting to see them. 

"I'm sorry, but I never caught your name and would also greatly appreciate being brought into whatever it is I'm missing here." Heather interrupted our gaze.

"This is my son, Hiccup." Valka responded placing a gentle hand on his shoulder when a clattering sound came from the doorway behind me, in that doorway was Fishlegs.