Reading hiccups pirate training report, wich was the worst report he had ever read. Thumbernails of thor, he was thinking, how can anybody get a -4 for advanced rudery? And nothing at all for beginner burping and hammerthrowing studies, wich had been stoick's favorite subject when he was a boy. Stoick was trying very hard not to feel disappointed with his son. He kept telling himself that hiccup was just a slow developer, and would soon start getting muscles and nose hair, and scoring the winning goal in bashyball games like stoick had himself. But what was he doing, earning reports like "hiccup is the worst sailor i have ever taught in my twenty years"? How could he have come back from a perfectly straight forward training exercise havinh misplaced both his dragon and his boat? And how could he possibly have got lost and accidentally boarden a roman ship rather than a peaceable fishing boat? Vikings didnt get lost. Stoick opened his mouth to bellow at his son. And then he closed it again. Small, skinny, freckled and unsatisfactory, hiccup's worried face looked up at him. He was clearly desprately anxious about that laughibly tiny (page 68)

Dragon of his. Stoick didn't have the heart to be angry. He crumpled up the report in one gigantic fist. "Son," he said gently and gravely, "i am sorry you lost ruthless_" "toothless!" Hiccup interrupted indignantly. "He's called toothless." "Toothless" stoick corrected himself hurridly. "But i am about to tell you something very important." Stoick took hiccup by the shoulders and looked at him in the eyes. "You," he said solemnly, "are the son of a chief. You have lost your pet, but you must be"(page 70)

"brave. You must be a MAN about it. There will be other dragons...." "Not like toothless!" Objected hiccup, in distress. "That dragon trusted me and i let him down!" "Silence!" said Stoick sternly. "What does a chief feel, son?" "A chief feels no pain," replied hiccup obediently. "But father-" stoick was just getting into his stride. "A chief feels no pain. A chief feels no fear. A chief must be above mere weak, personal feelings. There is no question of putting together a war party to rescue your dragon. It would be a waste of our warriors' time. The romans are probebly halfway back to rome by now and they'll have turned useless into a handbag-" "Toothless" corrected hiccup again, "and that's what i'm telling you, father, i overheard them talking and i think they're not just passing trough." "Talking?" Roared stoick, his eyebrows lowering "what do you mean talking? How did you understand these romans?" "Ah" admitted hiccup. "Old wrinkly's been teaching me some latin, you see-" "Latin? LATIN?" Stoick exploded. He crashed(page 71)

His fist so hard on the table that the oysters they'd been eating did a couple of cartwheels in the air. "My son, my son, has been speaking LATIN!" He controlled himself with an effort. "Hooligans do not, i repeat, DO NOT speak latin. What are they teaching you in your frightening foreigners lessons? When a hooligan meets a foreigner he shouts at it loudly and slowly. That's the only language a foreigner understands. Hooligans don't talk to dragons either. Or write books about them. You're spending far too much time scribbling about dragons and not enough time prepairing to become a chief." Stoick took the half of how to speek dragonese out of hiccups hands and threw it onto the fire. Hiccup gasped. That book had everything he had ever learned about dragons in it. How would he ever talk to dragons again without it? Stoick stomped off. As soon as he was out of sight, hiccup burned his fingers pulling the book out of the flames. Luckily it was still quite damp, and the edges were only slightly burnt. (Page 72)

That night, for the first time in a long, long while. hiccup had to go to bed without the company of toothless. The little dragon was a small, wriggling, snoring, hot-waterbottle. Now hiccup lay awake till the early hours of the morning, shivering uncontrolably under his thin covers, his feet and hands cold as the northpole, his ears trembling in the icy draft. And when eventually he slipped into a feverish sleep, the nightdragons and the wind and the wolves seemed to be howling all together, "you've lost tooooothlesss! Lost him forever! Lost tooooothlesss! Lost him foreverandeverandever" over and over again (page 73) These where the missing pages of chapter 5. Idk what possesed me to write these all out.( I hate writing) But i can understand the frustration of missing bits and being unable to afford books. So i realllly hope this helped somebody :)

@@isauldron4337 best part. (he’s my favorite character)

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😊🎉❤

he expanded his kingdom by winning land from the murderous

@@bluesteno64 yes!!!

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