And now: The Alternate Ending!

This is the end for Farewell Fallen Rider, I hope everyone enjoyed this short story.

Now that it is done, I want to let you know that I will be writing a new story. I have a couple in mind actually, but I want to know what YOU want me to write first. On my profile is a poll and it would mean everything to me if you would go and vote.

That being said, time for Chapter 3 reviews:

DoctorToothless18: Thanks for the quote. I should have added it in there as an 'Easter Egg' if you will. Oh well, I'm glad you liked the story. Thanks for the review.

Brenne: I'm glad (in a sad way) that you feel sad about what happened. It gives me confidence (More than what I had before) that I can write emotional pieces. Anyway, I'm sure Toothless will see Hiccup soon enough (Dragons TV series, HTTYD3, etc.) :3

midnightsky0612: Please don't cry :'(

And now for the chapter to which it will make you all hate me to the core. (Thank gods it's the alternate ending)

Drago Bludvist rides on a Night Fury, known locally as 'Toothless', high above the village of Berk. Dragons start leaving people's homes with the owners not too far behind. They dragons have fallen under possession of the Alpha, his Bewilderbeast. The Vikings look up in horror as the Bewilderbeast rises out of the water, off of the shores of the island. "Your Dragon Master is dead!" roars Drago. He enjoys watching as the villagers look frantically at each other in confusion in sorrow. He raises his bull hook and points it at the Alpha. "No one can save you now!" The Bewilderbeast fires ice at the village, destroying houses and sending the once fearless Vikings running for their lives. Drago turns toward his army of dragons. "Capture any survivors you find. I want to show their stubborn chief what pain looks like." The possessed dragons nod and start flying around the ruined village searching for any Viking that was hiding from Drago.

Drago was too distracted by his victorious conquering of Berk to hear small and frantic wing beats approaching him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a young blond Viking riding a baby Scuttleclaw up towards him. He starts chuckling menacingly. "You're as stubborn as your boyfriend, I'll say that."

"You killed him. You killed the man I love," says the blond, Astrid, on the verge of tears.

Drago laughs louder this time, making Astrid snarl. "Do you want to join him then? Is that why you're here? To die?"

"No, I'm here to stop you," she responds trying to act courageous when she was in fact terrified.

Drago roars with laughter, mocking the girl's weak accusation. "Good luck with that. All of these dragons belong to the Alpha." He looks up at the Alpha who towers overhead. "And the Alpha belongs to me. Even Hiccup's Night Fury stabbed him in the back. So much for blowing my fleet of ships to splinters." Drago drags on his words, making every single one stab Astrid in her heart.

Astrid brings up her axe quickly, surprising Drago and upsetting the Night Fury. "No harm in trying," she responds, her voice fluttering with anxiety and sadness.

"Even if you throw it, you will miss. Unlike this Night Fury here who will reduce you to ashes!" yells Drago to intimidate the girl. Astrid raises her axe higher and Drago raises his bull hook to defend himself. Astrid hesitates. She doesn't want to throw her axe and possibly hurt the dragon, her, now deceased, boyfriend's best friend. Toothless was the only thing that remained of Hiccup; she didn't want to hurt him. She notices the lever holding out Toothless's tail fin, allowing him to fly while Drago rides on top. 'It's the only way' the voice in her head tells her. However, her hesitation from earlier had cost her valuable seconds, giving the possessed Night Fury to open its jaw and prepare a plasma blast, aimed directly at her. The baby dragon under her became nervous of the Night Fury and tried to squirm to freedom; effectively making Astrid unbalanced and she falls off of the dragon, sending her to the ground below. "Send us down," orders Drago to the Night Fury who lands in front of Astrid, trying to pick herself up from the hard fall. He walks up with his chest out and his shoulders back, he had every advantage in this battle and his confidence resonated throughout what remained of the village. Numerous Vikings appeared along the beach, a mere 50 yards from Drago. Among them is the chief, Stoick the Vast.

"Drago, why are you doing this?" asks Stoick.

"Isn't it obvious Stoick? To rule dragons and to conquer people; that is why," retorted Drago. By now he reached Astrid a placed a foot on her abdomen and forced her to the ground. She was in pain from the fall and she couldn't force Drago off of her.

"Let Astrid go Drago!" demands Stoick.

"Now why would I do that?" asks Drago rhetorically. "Look around you Stoick and look at what you have with you. Even if I return the girl, what then? Your son is dead, his dragon; all of your dragons belong to me, more than half of your villagers are either dead, captured, or hiding! Face it Stoick, you have NOTHING!" yells Drago sending fear through what remains of Berk. "I have everything in my possession. The way I see it, you have two options. One, you fight in which case you can see everyone in Valhalla. Or option two in which case you surrender to me, you get your precious girl back and you get to keep your heads. So what will it be Stoick? Life or Death?" The question freezes Stoick. Drago was right, Stoick has nothing. The chief hesitantly drops his sword to which fellow Vikings quickly follow. "Now kick them away," demands Drago. They obey and their weapons are far from reach. "Now get on your knees and bow to your new King!" roars Drago. Berk falls to its knees, the war is over.

"That's what I thought," mutters Drago to himself, yet loud enough for only Astrid to hear. Her eyes widen in terror as Drago raises his bull hook and swinging it above his head, screaming loudly and sending fear over the entire archipelago. Astrid tries to force Drago's foot off of her stomach, but to no avail. The Alpha looks down at Drago who simply gives the dragon a menacing smile and nods. The Bewilderbeast rears up and roars into the sky; possessed dragons scatter around the village.

"What did you tell them to do?" coughs Astrid.

Drago turns to her and kneels down to get a mere foot from here face, purposely putting excess weight on the foot that restrained her. She gasps in pain and clutches his boot in place of her abdomen. Drago whispers to Astrid. "Burn this village to the ground." He returns to a standing position, twirls the bull hook in his hand so it was now a crude elongated knife and plunges the blade deep into Astrid's chest.

Excuse me while I hate Drago.

In all reality though, I LOVED Drago Bludvist in HTTYD2. He was such a menacing character that was (almost) perfectly acted in that you hated his guts to the core. I tip my hat off to Dreamworks and Djimon Hounsou (Voice Actor for Drago) who together brought this menace to life and giving me hope that animated villains can still be hardcore and downright evil.

Thank you everyone for reading Farewell Fallen Rider, I love you all!

Don't forget to vote on my profile for the next story.

Any reviews for chapter 4 in the near future I will respond to via PM.

While this story is done, I would love it if you could check out my other story More Than a Shadow, it will (hopefully) be a full story.

Again, thank you everyone. This is Toothless, signing off.