Chibiyu: Quick note before I start this chapter: the consensus seemed to be "yes," integrate the sequel into this. I will do this, but it will happen in several chapters. I will leave a spoiler warning for those who haven't seen the sequel. This being said, I will include things from the trailers from this point out (as I was planning anyway).

That being said, this chapter DOES NOT contain spoilers from the sequel, just two small things from the trailer. These two things will be in the following chapters. Enjoy!

Nala Knows Best

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"Stormfly, spine shot!" Hiccup yelled from the beach. The Deadly Nadder flew over him, her tail flicking out neatly.

"Toothless, light them up!"

The Night Fury spit out his plasma blast, the spines soaring straight through the flames and igniting with a hiss. The poison within Stormfly's barbs kept the flames hot as they struck the ground with a high speed.

Hiccup nodded to himself before he gestured to Stormfly. The dragon followed his fingers, reading the silent order. She acted fast, flying over Toothless and spitting fire. Toothless, always ready, pounced out of the way and fired a shot himself. Stormfly managed to dive out of the way, but it put her too close to the ground. She pulled up, narrowly avoiding a crash landing. Toothless took that opening and pounced onto her back.

"Okay," Hiccup waved his arms around. "Good! Try it again!"

This time, when Stormfly took to the air, Hiccup made a rolling motion with his arms. After Toothless fired his shot, the Nadder rolled so the blast skimmed over her fireproof belly, leaving no damage or change in course.

Stormfly charged off into the clouds, ready for another strike. Hiccup gave no orders to his Night Fury, knowing that he would need to think for himself in a situation where they were grounded. Without flight, Toothless was at his weakest.

But that didn't mean the Night Fury was weak. He hopped up the mountain, silently slipping in and out of the shadows. Hiccup turned his back to the brawl, knowing full well that the two wouldn't hurt one another. He reached down into a small opening in the mountainside and only stopped when his fingers brushed leather.

Hiccup let out a low breath as he pulled out his creation. Hours of work went into this. Hours spent in the small island forge. Hours behind Nala's back. She knew about the suit itself, knew that it was meant to protect Hiccup from the sky's elements, but didn't know it all.

His fingers ran over the first layer. It was a simple brown, sewn and embossed to look like dragon scales. It slipped easily over his head and hugged his torso.

Next came the leather straps for his Dragon Blade, nicknamed Inferno. That was a weapon he prided himself in. One end was coated in the saliva of the Monstorous Nightmare, the other created a spark as the metal rods extended. The fire made a useful weapon, but it's true purpose was to show wild dragon's that he was one of their own.

The rest of the suit was put on like clockwork. All the springs and coils carefully calibrated and the leather work smoothed out. The suit looked dramatic: the hardened black leather serving as Hiccup's shoulder and upper chest protection, and a red Night Fury symbol located on his right shoulder. To any onlooker, the multiple straps and latches would be mean nothing but a means to keep the suit on such a scrawny boy. Only Hiccup knew their secrets.

One arm sheltered a compass, the other sheathed his old dagger. In another pocket was a stick of charcoal. A hook sat on his left hip to secure him to Toothless's saddle. And under the final layer of the armor, right in front of his heart, was his notebook filled with mapped out lands. Of course, there was more to the suit that just that, but Hiccup kept those bits secret.

The final piece was his mask. The top half was black, and the mouth guard brown. The eye slits were as narrow as a dragons. Spikes ran up the center and diagonally over the brow. The back was layered for maximum projective protection. Sure, it muffled his voice greatly, but Hiccup never needed to speak to communicate to dragons.

That was what five years with them did to you.

With the mask tucked in the crook of his arm, Hiccup turned his attention back to the dragons. Not surprisingly, the two had uprooted a dead sapling and were tugging on either end. All the boy could do was smile and shake his head.

"Alright you two," he laughed, stepping over to them. "We'll finish this when we get back."

The two dropped the log, eyeing each other competitively. They slinked over to Hiccup, finally breaking gazes and looking to the young man with trusting eyes.

"Stay close," he whispered to Stormfly, hand running up her nose. With that said, Hiccup ran over and jumped on Toothless's back.

"Ready bud?" he asked, nerves riding heavily on his voice. "Let's go kidnap Alvin."

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"Remember," Stoic told his crew, his words being transmitted by whispers between ships. "Stay low. Keep your weapon ready. There is no telling what awaits us in that smoke."

The Berkians currently sat within view of the seemingly impenetrable fog. Their fingers twitched at the hilt of their swords or ran along the smooth wood of their bow. Many caressed the iron of their axe heads or checked to see if spears hadn't rolled overboard. But that wasn't the only thing. All of them shared the same wide-eyed stare and fidgeted uneasily.

Even their fearless chief didn't look that fearless. His eyes scanned the skies, unnerved on how empty they seemed. And even more so by what they may find. The dragons, that was something he could handle. But there was a reason Berk was left untouched for five years. If that fog hid more than just dragons, well, then Stoic didn't know if he could face it. End it. Or walk away from it.

The great chief just didn't know.

"There!" a crewmember shouted, his finger trained on a Terrible Terror diving into the treacherous smog.

"Port to starboard!" Stoic ordered, sending his boat right after the darting figure. The lithe figure was their purple beacon, but it was fast. Thankfully, it rammed itself into a slumbering Gronckle, who lifted its sturdy body with its wings to follow the figure.

"Thank Odin," Stioc breathed as the beast ignored his ship. "We may have the God's on our side after all."

However, the Gronckle knew of the trail behind it. It purposely flung itself into the surrounding rocky stalagmites, seeming more clumsy than normal. It's bangs were not lost to Viking ears, or dragons.

Not too far away, Stormfly's head whipped to the side just as Toothless's ears began to twitch. Without a second thought, Hiccup steered them to the bangs. A Gronckle making that noise was never good news. A hurt dragon was more important than his mission. He needed to get that Gronckle to shore.

Through the fog, the outline of ships slowly materialized. Stormfly spread her winds and landed silently on a crashed ship. She glared at the Vikings, smelling the blood that still lined the cracks of their weapons. Blood of her kin.

Toothless and Hiccup quickly landed next to her, using the Night Fury's color to their advantage.

"How did they find us?" he whispered, hand shaking as he rested it on Toothless's head. "We need to stop them."

"But Hiccup, I need the strong Vikings."

"Not now, Nala!" Hiccup hissed, not even looking at the queen's specter.

"Yes, now!" She argued back, letting her voice rise. "Let them land! They need to see our ways and I need their power to protect us. Let me control them!"

"No," Hiccup said through clenched teeth. Though he wanted to scream, he could not. After all, the Vikings could hear him. "I'll get you Alvin, but not a Viking Army."

Nala sighed, eyes now pointed on what had to be the chief of the tribe. Her lips curled into a hideous smile at the sight of the man. "But this army is one I wish to see bow."

"They will hurt the dragons. They aren't here for peace," Hiccup continued to argue in a hushed voice.

"They never are," Nala laughed. "You need to shed blood to gain it."

The Terrible Terror that led the Vikings this far landed next to the pair. It seemed to bow slightly before Nala before turning to Hiccup. It bounced around, as if wanting to be chased.

"Iggy," he whispered to the light blue dragon. He quickly pulled out his notebook and charcoal. He flipped to his sketch of a NIghtmare and Zippleback. "Get them, Iggy. Bring them here."

The Terror cocked its head to the side as it studied the picture. It gave a squeak, a hop, and then flew off as fast as it's little wings could take it.

"More dragons to lead them in?"

Hiccup shook his head. "Not this time."

Nala huffed, her eyes getting dangerously narrow. "Hiccup, you will listen to me. Let them come to shore. Leave them to me. Follow your orders."

His head said to trust Nala as he always had. To follow her blindly in these orders, for she knew best and always would know best. Because she was his queen.

But his heart wouldn't allow his friends to get face an army.

"Toothless," Hiccup breathed. "Plasma blast."

Stoic hoisted his weapon up, eyes to the sky. But no shadow fell upon the ship. No flutter of wings. No yell of "DRAGON!" Only a high pitched hiss coming at them.

"Night Fury!" Stioc yelled. "Get down!"

The blast came a mere second after. The aim was impeccable: the fire tore right through the mast, making it fall straight onto the ship next to the Chief's. the fallen beam cracked the deck of the ship and caused all of its crew to abandon ship.

Next came a volley of Deadly Nadder spikes. The target was the same – the spikes cut an even line in the next ship's mast. No Viking had yet felt the sting of a dragon.

"Stay ready," Berk's chief warned. The silence continued for a while longer, but that meant nothing. Night Fury's were deadly and silent when not at full speed or charging their deadly plasma blast. And Nadders were light on their feet and stealthy. This terrain was perfect for such a dragon.

And perfect for dragons to see. Hiccup and Toothless stayed crouched on the top of a spire, Hiccup making odd hand signals towards the surrounding dragons. Meatlug's eyes grew playful at the thought of getting multiple Vikings to itch her tail.

"Now, bud!" Hiccup ordered, his voice lost to the scramble below him.

Then, the Berkians heard it again. That unforgettable hiss of the cursed black beast. All heads whipped towards that direction.

Just in time for the Gronckle to turn on them, it's tail smashing against Viking helms before teetering off. A single Monstrous Nightmare flew right up to four ships that were in close proximity to one another. Its eyes trained on the places a light blue Terrible Terror landed. The burnt orange dragon didn't attack, but spat on the same places the Terror had occupied.

The Vikings didn't have time to be confused. Nadder's spikes fell down on the ships hulls, each one instantly lit on fire where the Nightmare saliva landed. More and more Berkians were forced to abandon ship as theirs caught fire.

"Do they normally do that?" Gobber asked, his real hand pulling at his beard.

"No," Stoic answered gravely. "They don't."

"Zippleback!" yelled Spitlout. "Watch its heads!"

One head opened its mouth, spewing green gas all around the ships, obscuring their visions. One spark was all it needed.

But the attack came from below. The dragons rammed against the ships, spinning them violently, forcing their occupants to the floor. One capsized, the others threatened. The attack continued, forcing them into the heart of the Zippleback gas and lurching them all about.

"Steady your ships!" Stoic yelled as soon as the ramming stopped. "And ready your weapons!"

The green gas cleared as soon as every Viking had a hand on their weapons. But there were no dragons.

No rocks jetting out of the open water. Just a wall of smoke right in front of them, slightly stained green.

"What was that, Stoic?" Spitlout shouted, hand ramming against the railing. "They were organized!"

"I know!" Stoic yelled back, hand going white around his hammer. "Six dragons attacked and we couldn't even get one!"

"What do we do now?"

Stoic turned his eyes to the sky, vaguely seeing a black shape fly off into the horizon, away from the smoke.

"We try again."

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Chibiyu: Power was out thanks to the storms and in fear of power surges, I left my laptop unplugged and off. Shortly, didn't have time to write. But the storms are gone for now. Wooo! Until Next Update!