A victorious gleam lit Drago's demented gaze, his teeth bared in a savage smile. His dragon army filled the skies with a thousand wings; there was none to compare with it! His forces would move on Berk, and with Berk's heroes defeated, there would be nothing that they could do, regardless of the number of riders they might have.
"The dragons are mine now!"
Like a white mountain, the crumpled carcass of Valka's Alpha stiffened. Dead, just like Valka's husband.
Signaling to his Alpha, Drago turned his baleful glare onto Hiccup and Valka where they knelt beside Stoick's body. Rage simmered through his chest, as he seethed short, heated, breaths from between clenched teeth. Stoick had gotten the better of him again. The first time, Stoick had escaped death after laughing at him. This time, Stoick had accepted death in the place of his son, foiling Drago's delicious plan of revenge. In his crazed mind, it didn't matter that Stoick was actually dead; it was the fact of how Stoick had died. Stoick had gotten away from him, forever, but Drago wouldn't let Stoick's legacy escape. Stoick was gone, but his family still lived. They would be the ones to pay.
Movement caught his eye as Drago sighted Hiccup's black dragon. Incapable of leaving the ground, Toothless was left behind, lunging for a sky he couldn't enter, wings flapping futilely. But it was clear that the dragon wasn't acting in his own powers. The blank expression, the gaping mouth, they were all proofs of his lack of will.
"A man who kills without reason cannot be reasoned with," Stoick emphasized forcefully.
Grinning viciously, Drago prowled toward the night fury. The dragon had proved so useful before, now he would do so again, by killing two birds with one stone: Hiccup would be shattered, and Drago would be relieved of a handicapped dragon. There was no room for the weak in his army. Swinging his blade, the metal bit deep into the scaled side, injuring the dragon but not killing it. Not yet.
Toothless gave a spine chilling shriek, the sound ripping involuntarily from his throat, but his vacant eyes never left the sky. Continuing to hop pitifully, like a broken bird unable to fly, blood splashed down his side in a crimson stream. The impulse to follow the Alpha was still all consuming in his mind, driving out the conscious reminder of his pain, and, worse yet, making him oblivious to the threat that would strike him again.
From behind, Drago heard the satisfying sound of Hiccup's cry. The boy had just realized what danger his dragon was in. Closing in, he skillfully drove his sword through the dragon's throat, vibrant drops of blood brilliant against the snow as the black form crumpled, hollow eyes dimming.
"I alone control the dragons!"
Beckoning to his dark Alpha, Drago held his bloodied weapon up to Hiccup in a mocking salute of farewell. Growling to the monstrous dragon, it turned and obeyed its master, moving towards Berk.
Clutching his head in confusion and despair, Hiccup wavered, hardly feeling how Valka's hands gripped his shoulders to keep him from falling. What had he done?! How could he have let Toothless go?! Why? WHY? WHY? Bereft of both father and dragon, he couldn't think, he couldn't understand, all he could do was feel the overwhelming pain.
"Good dragons under the control of bad people do bad things," Valka murmured simply.
Broken, Hiccup couldn't even decide where to go, which body to kneel by, as tears for both streaked his face. It was over. Stoick was gone. Toothless was gone. Drago had won. And there was nothing he could do.