Kyle would be dead if his father knew about this. He was the son of the Chief of Berk, and came from a long line of dragon killers. But here he was, training a Night Fury of all things.

"I'm so dead." He said to himself as he walked through the woods of where Toothless usually stayed. "Lets just run away." He threw his hands up in the air.

He turned a corner and was immediately met with the sight of you, sharpening your axe. "Oh--Hey!" He said nervously, hoping you didn't see anything.