I do not own How to Train Your Dragon, its characters, or any thing connected to it. This story is based off both the movies and some of the tv series. This is my first try so please review.

It has been 3 years since I began training dragons with the others here on Berk and things are slowing down. Astrid is still playing hard to get while Ruff and Fish are starting to date making me rather jealous that he of all people was having it so easy then again he was turning into a proper Viking now. Tuff and Snotlout haven't changed still getting in trouble and hitting on any woman that walks by.

Now that I think about it it's been a long time since our last adventure I wonder what we should do. Most of our adventures seem to find us not the other way around. My thoughts created a fog around my head as I slowly made my way too the docks as the sun set. I came down here often to think since no one was around after sun down. My feet finally reached the edge and I plopped down letting my peg leg dangle over the water. At first I thought it was just my eyes when I saw the dark outline on enter the port then I leapt up and back as I realized it was a small ship making its way into port.

Normally an unfamiliar ship coming to port meant traders or visitors but in this case I felt it was most likely attackers. The ship was a dark mass with black sails and had an odd shape that seemed to slice the water apart as it neared I could tell it didn't even have sails. This was the most alarming aspect that made me run and ring the warning bell. My father and the rest of the village, armed to the teeth reached the docks right as the ship slowed and made port on the furthest pear. At first the villagers stood ready to attack when three little terrors carrying a rope flew from the deck and began to tie it off then a loud scraping came from its side as a gang plank was lowered. We all stared in confusion as a pair of dragon like dogs bounded down. Each was easily 15ft long and boosted a large set of jaws that looked like they could bight through anything they wanted.

Every one snapped their weapons to the ready as the two playing dragons obliviously bounded closer still attacking each other. They stopped and bounded back to the plank as boot steps sounded from the ship and a figure appeared. He was a bit taller than me and half as large as my father making him an obviously strong person. As he stepped into the torch light we were able to make him out better. The figure wore a deep red hooded tunic and pants tucked into tall dark brown boots. What put us on guard however was the layered plate armor he wore on his left side and arm with an odd pair shields strapped to each arm. Each was shaped like an upside down coffin reaching from just above his knees to his shoulders. Their size and shape made me wonder they would be useless with a weapon and weren't large enough to really protect him so what was their purpose. My thoughts were interrupted when a terror flew from the ship and landed on him hissing at us.

As chief, my father stepped forward ax in hand. He made to walk up to the stranger but before he got in swinging distance the first two dragons stepped up jaws open revealing two rows of knife like teeth. Stopping short he planted his ax in the dock and said, "What business do you have here?" a cough came from the hood then the figure rasped, "I heard Berk is friends with dragons. So I came to see it." "It is." I answered stepping forward into the light Toothless behind me. As I neared him, unarmed he looked toward me and let out a sound like a dragon would make. I was about to asking him what he said when Toothless answered him in a similar way. The figure nodded and let out a strange call towards the sky. It sounded like a deeper version of a night furry howl then a massive winged form landed behind him as silent as death itself and stepped into the light over the man it was built like a Skrill only with four legs instead of two and it was much larger.

Snotlout never the bravest soul let out a yelp and accidentally loosed the bolt in his crossbow letting it fly right at the man. I tried to jump in the way but was too late and was forced to watched in horror expecting the bolt to hit him in the head. But only gawked as the shield rotated in time to let it glance off its curved center and before any of us could even raise our weapons he had soared over Stoic and bashed Snoot lout to the ground holding the edge his right shield to his throat. It took me a moment to notice that the edges were sharpened like a sword and from the look of it could take his head with no problem. Without thinking Tuff swung his ax down only to have it cut off at the haft sending the head into the wood below confirming the edge.

Before the man could carry out his wordless threat I yelled, "Wait, I'm sorry for the rude welcome we have brought you please allow me and Astrid escort you and your dragons to the mead hall for food and drink." Astrid just stood there giving me a 'Your dead when this is over' glare which I answered with a nervous smile as the villagers dissipated from the excitement. The man looked to the large dragon and began making sounds which were answered in kind then it boarded the ship with the two smaller ones in tow. I could see Astrid relax as they did and fall in next to us and we made our way to the hall.