So I found this website with an AI and wanted to ask it to do something, so I came to the result of asking it to make a oneshot. It let me use it here tho so. (All credits go to Httyd franchise, Dean Belois, Chris Sanders and Cressida Cowell)  I edited it and gave it the story line so I hope u find it good!

@badslittlemuffin I need ur criticism as someone who i always See reading oneshots 

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### The Race Within

The excitement in Berk was palpable as the annual Dragon Racing Festival filled the air with a sense of competition and camaraderie. The island vibrated with anticipation, banners fluttering in the wind, and the scents of roasted meat wafting through the bustling streets. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III was at the heart of it all, standing beside Toothless, his faithful Night Fury.

"Looks like everyone's ready for a real challenge this year," Hiccup muttered, casting glances toward the other competitors prepping for the races. His own heart raced with a blend of excitement and anxiety; he always enjoyed a good dragon ride but had long avoided racing—and with good reason.

"Hey, Hiccup!" Astrid Hofferson's voice broke through his thoughts, clear and commanding. She stood tall, adjusting her gear for her dragon, Stormfly, a fierce look of determination in her blue eyes. "You're joining us for the race, right?"

"I don't know, Astrid..." Hiccup's voice trailed off, the familiar knot of uncertainty tightening within him. He had seen others take to the skies with bold enthusiasm, but racing had never been his forte.

"Come on! Don't tell me you're afraid of losing." Astrid smirked, her confidence flashing like her gleaming armor. "I think you'd look good in second place!"

"I'm not afraid!" Hiccup shot back, feeling a flicker of bravado light up inside him. "I just don't think I should."

"You should!" she insisted, her tone shifting to a more competitive edge. "Let's make it interesting. How about a little bet? Winner gets bragging rights for the rest of the year. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants."

Hiccup raised an eyebrow. Astrid exuded an aura of competitiveness he couldn't ignore, and deep down, he knew she longed to beat him, if only to prove her superiority. "What if I refuse?" he replied, trying to stand his ground.

"Oh, I can't wait to see you try to refuse, Hiccup," she taunted playfully, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, her grin widening. "How about this? You race, and if you win, I'll do what you say for a whole month!"

"And if I lose?" Hiccup asked, knowing he was teetering on the edge.

Astrid leaned closer, her confidence unwavering. "You'll do whatever I want for a month. I could make you fetch me dragon treats. Or maybe train even harder with me every day!"

The challenge ignited a spark within Hiccup. He glanced at Toothless, who appeared eager and ready to take on anything. "Alright, Astrid, you're on. But just to be clear, I won't go easy on you!"

"Good," she replied, her excitement contagious. "Let's give the crowd a show."

As they gathered for the race, Gobber stood nearby, his boisterous laughter echoing as he prepared the launch. "Alright, you lot! Get ready to unleash the sheep!" He gestured dramatically to the makeshift catapult loaded with sheep, the crowd roaring at the prospect.

"Three... Two... One... GO!" Gobber shouted, pulling the lever. The sheep soared through the air, and chaos ensued as the competitors took off from the starting line.

Snotlout charged ahead on Hookfang, his attention divided between racing and trying to show off in front of Astrid. Meanwhile, Tuffnut and Ruffnut hopped recklessly on Barf and Belch, giggling as they swerved wildly. Fishlegs trailed a bit behind, determined but cautious with Meatlug.

While the others scrambled for sheep, Hiccup felt a moment of panic. He knew he had to participate, but deep down he regretted keeping the truth from his friends about why he hadn't raced before. A promise to his father loomed in his mind, one he couldn't shake off.

"Come on, Hiccup, show us what you've got!" Astrid shouted, her voice carrying over the cacophony.

"I will!" he yelled back, urging Toothless into action. They navigated through the initial flock of sheep, deftly snagging one before veering toward the next launching site, quickly heading for the high cliff edge where Gobber stood.

"Get ready for the big one!" Gobber called out, launching another batch of sheep into the air. Hiccup caught a glimpse of the black sheep—worth a staggering ten points—flying just above them, and his competitive spirit ignited.

"Hiccup's going for the black sheep!" Fishlegs shouted, astonishment coloring his voice.

"Toothless, now!" Hiccup commanded, pushing his dragon to full speed. They shot up to meet the black sheep mid-air, snagging it with a well-timed maneuver. Landing deftly, he felt the exhilaration rush through him.

"Get it in the net!" Snotlout yelled, trying to close the gap.

Hiccup soared just ahead of him, releasing the black sheep with a flurry of excitement. It was a huge risk, but he was all in, and the perfect score was well worth the gamble.

"Come on, come on!" Astrid yelled from a distance, a competitive edge burning in her gaze as she swooped in for her own points.

But Hiccup raced like he had never raced before, the wind whipping through his hair, Toothless gleaming in the sunlight. Just as he landed his sheep in the net, he glanced over and saw the scoreboard flip, lighting up with his name at the top.

"I can't believe it!" Fishlegs shouted, his eyes wide as he pointed at the scoreboard. "Hiccup's in the lead!"

"No way!" Snotlout exclaimed, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

Hiccup's heart soared as he turned to Astrid, who was coming in for the finish just behind him. She was undoubtedly skilled, but for once, Hiccup felt like luck was on his side.

Astrid crossed the finish line moments later, a fiery determination intertwined with shock. "I can't believe it!" she exclaimed, her voice half impressed and half incredulous as she saw the results.

Hiccup stepped off Toothless, exhilaration coursing through him as he recognized his victory. "Looks like I beat you, Astrid. What's that mean for our bet?"

Snotlout stood nearby, crossing his arms in grievance, desperately trying to hide his annoyance. "Unbelievable!" he growled. "This isn't fair! You can't just jump in and win, Hiccup!"

"Looks like he did!" Tuffnut chuckled, elbowing his sister. "He deserves his crown!"

Astrid shook her head with a smirk, though admiration flickered within her eyes. "Alright, Hiccup," she conceded, standing next to him with a competitive grin. "Looks like I owe you one."

"Yeah, you do," he replied, a grin spreading across his face, feeling the thrill of victory and newfound confidence.

All around them cheered, and despite his earlier reluctance, Hiccup felt a wave of pride wash over him. He had not only proved something to Astrid but also to himself.

As they walked back toward the others, Astrid hooked her arm around his shoulder, a playful glint appearing in her eyes. "So, what should I do for you first, captain?"

"First? Let's take a victory lap together!" Hiccup laughed, feeling lighter than air.

"No, I mean what do you really want?" Astrid challenged playfully, her competitive spirit very much alive.

Hiccup glanced around at his friends, the festive atmosphere tempering his anxiety. "How about we race again? But this time, let's make it a team thing. Us against the others."

"Deal!" Astrid laughed, her eyes glinting with excitement. "This is just the beginning, Hiccup!"

And so, with newfound resolve, Hiccup set his sights on the horizon, ready to collaborate against the world alongside his friends. They had all proven today that they were stronger together and that competition brought out the best in each of them.

As the sun began to set behind the mountains, casting a golden hue over Berk, Hiccup felt grateful for the thrill, the rivalry, and the sense of belonging that united them all in adventure.

### The End

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