Anachronistic Attack

You all know the drill. I don't own them. I just borrow them for a while.

"No dragon can resist the alpha's command. So, he who controls the alpha controls them all," Drago said as he pointed from the Bewilderbeast to Toothless.

Toothless shook his head and staggered around as the Bewilderbeast began to hum and trill.

"Toothless?"

Toothless continued to fight against some unseen enemy by rubbing his head on the ground.

"Toothless, you okay bud? What's going on?"

"Witness true strength. Strength of will over others."

Toothless' pupils finally narrowed to thin slits and his struggles ceased.

"In the face of it. You. Are. Nothing," Drago said before directing his bullhook from Toothless to Hiccup.

Toothless mechanically moved from facing the Bewilderbeast to Hiccup.

"Uh, what did he just tell you?"

Toothless growled and stalked forward.

Hiccup moved back and Drago simply smiled evilly and turned away.

Hiccup took another step back before a grim look settled on his face. He quickly reached behind his back and drew an item forward again; his motion ending in several loud claps echoing across the beach.

For a second everything on the beach stopped. Other than the crackle of the fires it seemed as if anyone, human or dragon, was afraid to breath. Then the Bewilderbeast fell dead.

Drago spun back around in surprise and Stoick stumbled to a stop beside the two.

Hiccup moved the smoking weapon from the now dead Bewilderbeast to Drago. "I know what you're thinking, 'Did he fire six shots or only five?'"

"Huh?" Drago asked in further stunned confusion.

Hiccup just continued as if the other man hadn't said anything. "Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is a Dirty Hairy Hooligan, the most powerful handgun in the world-well, to be fair, the only handgun in the world-and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question, 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?"

Several others made their way over to the trio by now. And the questions were coming fast and random. What in the world was that thing? What was a handgun? Where did Hiccup get it?

Drago simply looked from the boy with the unusual weapon to his now dead alpha and back again. "What? How? I don't understand."

Hiccup's aim never wavered. "Simple. After facing the Red Death, I realized that we needed more firepower. So, I experimented with several different dragon saliva and gasses until I discovered an explosive powder. Then I built this," Hiccup said twitching the gun a bit. "A 44 caliber six-shot, double-action revolver. Powerful enough to punch straight through an engine block, or a mega-sized dragon's skull."

Again, there was mumbling as the crowd grew. He made that? What is a caliber? What is a revolver? What is an engine block? Is the boy as crazy as he has always been?

Hiccup cocked the hammer back and the click seemed to resonate across the crowd, drawing another moment of silence. "You never answered my question. Do. You. Feel. Lucky?"

Drago looked back at the dead alpha, which was the entire foundation of his army, and dropped his bullhook.

-THE END-

AN: As I was watching "Race to the Edge" it just struck me that Hiccup made a telescope five to six centuries early. He also used a dry magnetic compass for navigation at least a century earlier than Europeans. A squirrel suit a millennium early. HTTYD is a great show, but it is littered with anachronisms. So, when the idea of Hiccup developing a gun popped into my mind, I of course immediately went to the most famous gun scene in history. And it just reinforced it when I realized that I could mashup Dirty Harry and Hairy Hooligans. Thus, this crackfic drabble was born.