2 Sabre-Tooth Driver Dragons

2. SABRE-TOOTH DRIVER DRAGONS Gobber's enormous snores rang out like a walrus calling out to another walrus some fifty icebergs away. As if they were all a part of the same creature, the pack of Sabre-Tooth Driver Dragons settled themselves down on the ice and refused to move. By Woden's Armpit, but those Drivers were BIG. The boys looked at them. 'Well come on, then, Hiccup,' grunted Wartihog impatiently. 'Take charge!' Hiccup cleared his throat and used his most reasonable voice. 'OK, guys,' he said in Dragonese.* 'I don't want any trouble…' 'Oh look, it talkssss…' hissed a particularly large and savage-looking Sabre-Tooth. He was missing an eye, and from the specially royal way he held himself, seemed to be the Leader of the Pack. 'The little Human Tadpole is speaking the noble Dragon tongue…' The other Drivers laughed jeeringly. 'We all know what we're supposed to be doing here...' Hiccup continued.

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'We know what WE'RE going to be doing,' sneered the Driver, closing his one eye and settling himself comfortably. 'WE'RE going to have a nice long sleep right here while you sweat it up the largest mountain in the Inner Isles…' 'Oh for Thor's sake!' exploded Snotface Snotlout. 'That girly "speaking Dragonese" stuff isn't going to work with these brutes!' Snotlout grabbed the black whip from Gobber's relaxed hand, and cracked it. Snnnnnnaaaap! The Driver Dragons blinked open their eyes. Snotlout cracked the whip again, this time letting the end of it lash the face of the Sabre-Tooth with the one eye. The Driver sprang to his feet with a yowl of pain and the rest of the pack followed him, furious but respectful. The boys cheered. 'That's the way to do it!' grinned Snotlout, whipping another of the dragons for the pure pleasure of it. The animal howled and Snotlout laughed. 'Disobey ME, would you, you SNIVELLING CRAWLING PIECES OF FORKED-TONGUE RUBBISH! This'll learn you!' 'Don't do that, Snotlout,' said Hiccup quietly. Hiccup didn't normally stand up to Snotlout, but he

couldn't bear to see an animal as proud and dignified as a Sabre-Tooth Driver made to dance about like a monkey. Snotlout stopped what he was doing to turn on Hiccup. 'What's this?' sneered Snotlout. 'Is Hiccup the Useless trying to tell Snotlout the HERO what to do? Face it, Hiccup, the snow will turn as blue as Gobber the Belch's nose before YOU become the Chief of the Hooligan Tribe.' Snotlout snapped the whip, and it curled cruelly forward at Hiccup, hitting him on the chest. It would have been a very painful lash, if it hadn't been for the fact that sleeping down Hiccup's waistcoat was Hiccup's small, disobedient hunting dragon, Toothless. The cutting edge of the whip hit Toothless on the hard, horny skin of his behind, and woke him out of his hibernation sleep. Toothless climbed up out of Hiccup's collar, sat on his shoulder and puffed out his neck in fury. 'S-something hit T-t-toothless on the b-b- bottom! H-h-how can T-t-toothless s-s-sleep with things hitting him on the b-b-bottom!' 'Why isn't your ridiculous pinprick of a hunting

dragon hibernating like all the others?' blustered Snotlout. 'I was worried he was getting too cold,' replied Hiccup, soothing Toothless by scratching him softly in between the horns. 'He didn't dig himself a deep enough Hibernation Hole, and if a dragon gets too cold he can stay asleep for centuries. So I dug him up and I've been carrying him around with me to keep him warm.' 'And now T-t-toothless woken up too EARLY!' raged Toothless. 'Issa f-f-freezing!' 'What,' scoffed Snotlout, 'what is your pathetic pinprick of a dragon,' (for Toothless was the smallest hunting dragon anybody has ever seen, before or since) 'what is your ridiculous frogspawn of a reptile wearing?' Toothless was wearing a fur coat. Hiccup had made it in a desperate attempt to keep the little dragon warm. 'Oh this is too good– hold me up, Dogsbreath!' snorted Snotlout. 'Hiccup has made his ickle teeny dwagon an ickle teeny furry DRESS!' 'Issa c-c-coat!' hissed Toothless. 'Issa C-C- COAT!' 'A dragon in a dress!' squealed Snotlout. 'HA HA HA HA!' roared the boys. 'A dragon in a dress!'

Even the Sabre-Tooth Driver Dragons joined in. 'Oh my Claws and Jaws,' drawled One Eye. 'I do believe that is the smallest hunting dragon I have EVER seen dressed up in HUMAN WRAPPINGS! Has it no shame?' Poor Toothless stood up very straight and stiff on Hiccup's shoulder. Beginning with his horns and spreading slowly downwards, he turned a delicate shade of pink. He closed his jaws tightly and smoke rings blew out of his ears. 'Issa v-v-very stylish winter COAT,' he said gruffly. 'Yer all j-j-jealous.' Snotlout started barking out orders. OK,' we've wasted enough time here… everybody get themselves into pairs and grab on to the harness of one of these Sabre-Tooth Brutes… you two LOSERS,' he pointed at Hiccup and Fishlegs, 'can have the half-blind one.' 'You don't like us humans much, do you, One Eye?' said Hiccup, as he and Fishlegs shuffled themselves into position behind the enormous Sabre-Tooth.