(A/N: Alright, time to clear up some timeline stuff. I believe that the beginning and end of Dawn of the Dragon Racers happens a few months before RTTE. The whole flashback takes place 2 years before, about a year after Dagur was locked up. That is all, happy reading!)
"Pull!" Hiccup yells.
Snotlout pulls the trigger on his Sheep Launcher, sending the test sheep into the air. As it plummets towards the ground, Vision shoots forward. Just before it hits the ground and turning into Shepard's Pie, Vision grabs it.
"Whoo-hoo! Nice!" I cheer. "That's how we do it, Vis!"
Vision chirps happily. Another sheep comes flying past us and Hookfang zooms past us, smacking it higher into the air so Snotlout can catch it.
"Snotlout wins!" Snotlout says.
Ignoring him, Vision and I head back towards the arena. We hover over the basket so Vision can drop the sheep in, just before we land.
"One out of two ain't bad." Astrid, my amazing girlfriend says. "And for what it's worth, I always knew purple was your colour."
"Aww, Astrid," I say, scratching the back of my head and blushing. "Thank you."
"I was talking to Vision." Astrid teases.
Vision roars happily and wiggles with joy. However, Saviour and I pout.
"Hey. What do you guys think of my face paint?" Tuff asks.
Judging my everyone's screams, it must look terrible.
"What?" Tuffnut asks. "Too subtle?"
"Oh yeah. So subtle, I can't even see it." I say. Saviour and Vision croon in amusement as I snigger to myself.
"Yeah, just a bit." Fishlegs says.
"Yeah? Well, at least I didn't paint my face to look like a target." Tuff says. "A not-subtle target."
"I'll have you know if this is the official Ingerman family crest." Fishlegs says proudly.
"Wow. Two circles and a line. How creative." Tuff says. The Twins both laugh at Tuff's comment.
Just then, Snotlout lands. "Whoo! Snotlout!" Snotlout throws his sheep into his basket and laughs. "I told you my Sheep Launcher would work."
"Yeah. It only took 32 tries to get it right." Astrid says.
Thinking back on all those times Vision had to dodge that flying sheep, it's a miracle it is still alive. Especially after ruining Oscar Beotson's flower gift to Erin Falwad, breaking that cart full of apples, and breaking into those two houses and the door of the Great Hall.
That sheep is an insane, invincible, maniac.
"Well, you know what they say. You can't make an omelet without breaking a few legs." Tuff says, loading the sheep back into the launcher.
I turn in Tuff's general direction. Stammering, I say, "That's actually not the saying."
"It isn't? Then we need to send out some apologies." Ruff says before running over to Barf n' Belch.
"Yeah. We better start with Mom." Tuff runs off to join his sister.
"Clearly my sheep launcher is ready for today's Dragon Race." Snotlout says.
"Wait, wait, wait. Who says you get to decide?" Astrid asks.
"I do. Snotlout invented the sport." Snotlout says.
"What?" I ask with a chuckle. "You invented Dragon Racing?"
"Duh! Dragon Racing, my idea." Snotlout says.
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