Hello, we are back for another chapter! Your reviews really help push the story along and we are thankful for you reading our story. My sister an I fought a lot about this chapter but we finnaly have it done. so here you go\

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~Nightfire & Nero~

Dragon, Gobber thought. There was a dragon right behind Hiccup.

"HICCUP!" Gobber shouted across the room.

A white dragon appeared as Hiccup turned around. Gobber wouldn't make it. He was too far. Too slow. Gobber wouldn't make it in time. Something passed overhead. Gobber only saw a black blur just before the blast happened. The blast was strong, shaking up the dust and filling the area with smoke.

No one moved. They were still processing what had happened. Stoick was the first to react.

"HICCUP!" He shouted, running to where his son had been.

The dust started to settle and the smoke was clearing up. The white dragon was pacing back and forth, it's face twisted in rage. Crouching in front of it was a dark figure, their back was to the dragon. Under the dark figure sat Hiccup, alive but visibly shaken. As the debris cleared more, the figure stood, revealing a man with black armor. He had placed himself between the boy and the dragon. He turned to face the dragon, a hand outstretched towards the dragon. His other hand reached for something attached to his thigh. At first Stoick thought it was a weapon but when the stranger pulled out a bladeless hilt, something that is useless against dragons, he was more than confused. Stoick grabbed his axe and charged forward with a battle cry. With the axe in the above his head, he aimed for the white dragon's head. Eret moved to stand in front of him, effectively stopping sSoick's attack. A brown gloved hand held out, telling him to stop.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Eret warned. "Let him handle this."

The pair turned back to watch the unfolding scene. The black clad man still had one hand out to the dragon, but he was gently waving the hilt in front of him. Whatever it was, the blue eyes of the dragon were now focused on it.

"Easy." The man spoke calmly, his voice muffled by his mask. "Calm down, it's okay. They won't hurt you and they won't hurt him."

The man slowly moved the hilt back to his leg, stretching his now free hand out like the other. The stranger takes a slight step towards the dragon and away from Hiccup.

"See! Look, you can trust me, just like before."

The stark realization that the stranger wasn't talking to him made Stoick uncomfortable. What was this man doing? Lower it's guard for an easy kill? He didn't see any real weapons on the man. Stoick tensed when the dragon stopped its pacing and locked its eyes on him. He readied his axe, set to charge again, but the Eret stopped him once more. Too quick for him to properly react, Eret rips his axe out of his hands and sends it sliding over to the blue warrior.

"What are you doing?" Stoick demanded, but the pair just stayed silent watching the man interact with the white dragon.

"That's it." The man spoke again, moving a little closer to the dragon. "Just watch, no one's going to hurt him. I promise"

The man directed a hand towards the wall. Both Stoick and the dragon followed it.

Hiccup still had the dagger overhead, ready to plunge down. It never came. Hiccup lost his nerve and lowered the dagger. He gave the dark dragon a forlorn look. He didn't look happy with himself as he once again looked at the dragon before him.

"I did this." Hiccup's voice was laced with regret as he took a step back. He turned to leave, pausing to give the dragon another look.

"See. He'll be okay." the stranger said, drawing Stoick's attention back to him. "Now just calm down."

Stoick couldn't believe his eyes. The white dragon had it's eyes glued to the wall, it's eyes wide, watching the scene alongside them. It didn't appear angry anymore. The man reached out and rested a hand on the white dragon's head. He was touching it! With no fear, as if the beast wasn't dangerous at all. Stoick looked over to Gobber, he looked just as shocked as he was.

The sound of rope snapping made Stoick look back at the wall in fear.

The black dragon eyes shot open in surprise. Hiccup is shown and he was frantically cutting the ropes. He was cutting the beast free, glancing around as if he was scared he'd be caught doing it. With each rope snap, the dragon was able to move more and more. With a final snap, the dragon leaped up. It pinned Hiccup to a rock, it's claws around the boy's neck. The dragon stared at Hiccup with a snarl. The boy was scared and he couldn't get away, but he returned the stare. A moment passed and neither moved. The black dragon then reared up, teeth showing, and lifting it's claws away from Hiccup's neck. It looked like it was about to attack. Hiccup closed his eyes, but the dragon didn't attack. Instead it had planted its front legs on both sides of Hiccup and released a loud roar into his face. Immediately afterwards, the dragon took off. Dazed, Hiccup sat up and watched it hit a rock and descend passed his view. Hiccup calmed down a little before standing up. Listening as the dragon roared and flapped around in the fog that was rolling in. Hiccup stood up to leave but his legs wobbled and he passed out with a whine.

It was an understandable reaction, even Snotlout couldn't poke fun at him for that. His own father had told him to run and hide if he ever came face to face with a Night Fury, no matter what. Hiccup, didn't run. Hiccup had a chance for glory with an easy kill, but he didn't take it. His cousin was somehow also unscathed. And he was almost blasted in front of everyone by that white dragon. The man in black didn't fight the dragon, he didn't even have a good weapon from what Snotlout had seen. He had just talked to it, like it was a person. The white dragon just moved over to the ledge.

Gobber was intrigued by what he just saw. The stranger in black had pacified a dragon and he was sure the Hiccup on the wall was a goner, but the Night Fury that Hiccup found didn't kill the boy, just scared him. Dragons always go for the kill and nothing in his entire family's history of dragon notes, from Bork the Bold to himself, has ever mentioned behavior like this.

It was now silent in the cavern. Not even the wall was showing anything at that moment. The sound of metal clinking against stone drew everyone's attention. The black armored man walked towards the Berkians. The sound was coming from his left leg, a small portion of which was missing. The missing limb was replaced with metal. It had an odd shape but didn't seem to hinder the man like Gobber's wooden peg did. The man just looked at them. At least they think he was looking at them. Eret came up behind the masked man and slung one of his arms over his shoulder.

"Great job, Chief!" Eret congratulated, "Saving the day, and showing off once again!"

The black armor man pulled out of Eret's hold, shaking his head as if he was exasperated by the other man.

"It is what he's known for," the Blue warrior commented as she wrapped an arm around the Stanger's waist, "his dramatic flare."

He didn't pull from her grip, in fact he embraced it but wrapping his own arm around her waist. Obviously a couple.

Everyone was watching them, not sure what to do, when something landed on top of them. The two blondes on green had wrestled each other over the ledge. The fall didn't stop them either, as they continued to wrestle on top of the other three strangers. A low growling sound was heard from the ledge. The two heads of Zippleback snaked their way over the edge. The eyes of the two-headed dragon followed the two green armored people as they fought, until each head then grabbed one of them by the back of their armor holding the pair just out of reach from each other as they tried to continue the fight. The scales on the armor and the scales of the dragon look very similar, like they were the same.

The pair were more interested in fighting each other then getting out of the dragon's hold. Gobber spotted something that was something on the Zippleback's necks. They were brown and leathery, Gobber would have called them saddles, if you could saddle a dragon. All of a sudden the gronckle-like man ran passed the ledge, looking like he was chasing something. On the second pass, Gobber saw something small and tan that the gronckle man was chasing. In the third pass, the man was able to catch what he was chasing. It was a baby Gronckle. The baby didn't struggle, or fight, just sat in his arms, panting like a puppy.

The room suddenly lit up when a Monstrous Nightmare roared as it crawled over the ledge, it's body ablaze. On its neck was also another saddle like thing but this time, it was occupied by the man dressed like a Nightmare shouting something and striking a boastful pose. After a minute that pose was gone as the boastful man jumped off the dragon and ran around, his bottom was on fire.

The pair being held by the Zippleback stopped fighting just to laugh at their companion's misery, still not at all bothered about being in the mouth of a dragon, or in this case mouths. The man in black shook his head, pinching the front of his mask like he had a headache. In fact, Eret and the blue warrior didn't look pleased. Eret had a visibly frown while the blue warrior had her arms crossed and was shaking her head.

"Those idiots." Eret groaned, "We literally left them alone for a minute and everything just when to Hel."

"At least there is nothing here to blow up." the man in black commented.

"I'm just amazed they managed to stay quiet for this long." The blue warrior said.

Apparently this was not out of the norm for them. Stoick and Gobber watched the strangers. The teens behind them looked bewildered. They didn't know what to think. A man was just on top of a dragon like it was nothing. Two of them were just casually hanging from the two mouths of another dragon. There was the white dragon that the man in black was touching without losing a hand. Just as they thought nothing couldn't get weirder, they heard singing. Everyone looked at the wall expecting to see something but it was still blank. The voice was coming from the tunnel that the group of strangers had entered from and was resonating a familiar song in a familiar voice.

"I've got my axe and I've got my mace," the voice sounded like Gobber but coming down the tunnel in sight was a very lumpy looking dragon. "and I love my wife with the ugly face! I'm a Viking through and throouugghh!"

"Cool!" Tuffnut exclaimed, pushing his sister's head into the table. "A singing dragon!"

Just as the simple song ended, the dragon collapsed on the ground, seemingly asleep.

"GRUMP!" The mimicking voice shouted. "Move your lumpy behind, for Thor's sake!"

The dragon just grumbled and shifted its head a little. Something was moving behind the dragon. It pushed itself past the unmoving dragon revealing… Gobber?

"Come on Grump!" The Gobber look-a-like scolded the dragon. "We need to catch up with every...one... else?"

The Look-a-like turned and saw them. His eyes darted between Stoick and Gobber.

Please let us know if anything feels clunky or doesn't make sense or if there are any mistakes, I had the last of my wisdom teeth removed a few days ago and I've been drugged with pain meds for the week so I am not at full mental capacity. - Nero