4 Is There Something Wrong with Fishlegs

4. IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH FISHLEGS? Hiccup did not sleep well that night. Every time he dropped off, Norbert the Nutjob found him in his dreams, screaming, 'I will GRIND YOU INTO SAND! I WILL CHOP YOU WITH MY CHOPPER!' and Hiccup would wake up again, burningly hot and sweaty. The following day, Toothless woke up in a furious temper because he still wasn't back in Hibernation Sleep. He'd done everything he should have done the night before. He'd taken lots of exercise, drunk a milky drink at bedtime; all for nothing. On the dot of five o'clock the next morning, his greengage eyes opened up, SNAP, like a scallop opening its shell, and that was it for the day, no more sleeping. And that was it for Hiccup too. Toothless crawled up from his place at Hiccup's feet, like a small, enraged hot-water bottle. He stormed up Hiccup's body, digging his sharp little claws into Hiccup's tummy as he went, up to Hiccup's forehead, where he sat and hissed furiously. 'Toothless a-a-awake AGAIN… 'Snot fair… 'Snot fair… WHY Toothless awake? Everyone else a-a-asleep…'

It is not much fun being woken up at five o'clock in the morning by a dragon sitting on your head and hissing angry smoke rings straight up your nostrils. 'Well I'M awake now too,' grumbled Hiccup, coughing sleepily. 'Could you blow those smoke rings somewhere else, I've already got a sore throat…' 'Oh you,' fumed Toothless, blowing out great clouds of furious smoke. 'You're j-j-just a H-h-human, you don't count… us d-d-dragons s-s-sensitive… we n-n-need our sleep.' 'Thank you, Toothless,' said Hiccup through a huge bout of coughing, 'but we don't have to get up now, you know, we can just doze for a bit…' Hiccup turned over on to his other side and snuggled the furs more cosily around his shoulders, so he could snooze for a bit longer. But once Toothless was awake he was AWAKE. The little dragon made a half-hearted pretence of snuggling down next to his Master, and then he bounced up again.

'Toothless get UP now…' he said, flapping around Hiccup's head, tweaking his hair and blowing raspberries in his ears. 'Issa l-l-lovely morning… come on… come on… Toothless h-h-hungry… Hiccup make Toothless b-b-breakfast…' And when that didn't work, Toothless stood on Hiccup's shoulder, held his ear lobe tenderly with one claw, and shrieked right down his ear hole, 'MAYDAY MAYDAY! Toothless need to make p-p-pee-pee RIGHT NOW!' Hiccup sat bolt upright like he'd been shot with an arrow. 'Oh jumping jellyfish, not right now, Toothless, not on the bed again… hang on there, Toothless, just hang on…' Hiccup jumped out of the bed in one hop, on to the freezing cold stone floor, and threw on four layers of furs, with Toothless flapping round his head squawking, 'RIGHT NOW, RIGHT NOW, Toothless need pee- pee RIGHT NOW.' 'Just hang on!' begged Hiccup. He had to take his mittens off to undo the big bolts on the front door, Toothless shrieking, 'Right now! Right now! Right now!' Hiccup dragged open the door, and the day outside was still as dark as night-time and very, very cold,

so cold that the air was like an icy bucket of water being thrown in your face. Toothless flew out, still shrieking, 'Right now! Right now!' and squatted down on the snow a metre out of the front door. 'Well done for hanging on, Toothless,' said Hiccup, banging his hands together to warm them up. Toothless squatted down, a look of pretend concentration furrowing his horns, but nothing seemed to be happening. After a while Toothless got up. 'Toothless NOT need p-p-pee-pee after all…' he said decidedly. Hiccup clapped his mittened hand to his forehead in frustration. Sometimes being the owner of a dragon was VERY HARD WORK. There was no point going back to bed now that he'd got up so Hiccup fixed himself breakfast, and while he did this he had plenty of time to think. Hiccup was worried about Fishlegs. Why had Fishlegs attacked those Hysterics? It was very out of character. Normally Fishlegs would only have to get a sniff of something like a Hysteric and he would snowplough as quickly as possible in the opposite direction. OK, maybe all that falling over had set off his Berserk tendencies, but still, it was a bit peculiar…

And Fishlegs hadn't been looking too well, lately, either. Lots of sneezing and shivering, and that couldn't be caused by being a Berserk. It was almost like there was something WRONG WITH HIM… An hour or so later, the door was flung open so wildly it nearly fell off its hinges, and Hiccup's father, Stoick the Vast, stomped into the room looking for his breakfast, like a six-and-a-half-foot earthquake, yawning so wide you could see his tonsils. Stoick the Vast was exactly what you might expect a Viking to be– loads of beard and not a lot of neck, masses of muscles but not a lot going on in the BRAIN department. 'Made some porridge, have you, son?' he roared. 'Excellent, excellent.' Stoick didn't bother putting the porridge into a bowl. He simply removed the cauldron from the fire, sat down at the table, and drank the porridge straight from the pot. 'Father?' said Hiccup. 'Mmm?' said Stoick absent-mindedly, as he tipped his great head back and drank the last dregs of porridge, a lot of it running down his beard in a sticky, lumpy river. 'I wonder if you can help me… I've been worrying about Fishlegs…' said Hiccup. Stoick finished the porridge with a great

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