A/N: Well I have adopted this story from DarkForest11. I kept her summary and title. I also have revamped her chapters she had already wrote. Hope you guys like it.

"Well, Stoick, what can we do? No one can... control dragons." Anders the Courageous stated.

"I know that, Anders, but there has to be something we can do." Stoick retorted.

The door burst open and a strange man walked in. He was limping, everyone saw that and he was wearing a dragon skin like a cloak. He spoke softly and didn't look any of them in the eye.

"Who are you?" Jerrick, the chief of the Asarta tribe, questioned.

"My name is Drago Bludvist. I, alone, can control the dragons." the stranger stated

"That's preposterous!" Stoick the Vast exclaimed.

"Oh, I can. All you have to do is bow down to me." Drago added and the entire hall burst into loud laughter.

"Like we would ever bow down to you!" Stoick said between fits of laughter.

"Fine! See how well you'll do without me!" Dragon yelled before stomping out of the hall, flinging his cloak after him to make a dramatic exit.

Then the roof started to flame up and armored dragons descended and set the hall on fire.

"Everyone! Get out of the hall!" Stoick screamed as the other chiefs tried to run for the door, only to have dragons fly in front of the only exit.

Then, the dragons started to attack, killing the chiefs by the dozen. Stoick could only watch the scene before him for a moment before his mind and body could work again.

"NO!" Stoick screamed as he watched one of his best chief friends, Jerrik, being burned to death.

"Okay, you filthy dragons! Come and get me!' Stoick screamed as three dragons noticed him and attacked at the same time, Luckily, another chief got one of the dragons to notice him and it forgot about Stoick and attacked the other man.

"Give me all you got!" he yelled as one of the dragons pounced at Stoick, unfortunately for the dragon, Stoick dodged it and it couldn't get up fast enough and Stoick took his sword and plunged it deep into the dragon's chest.

Then, the other dragon lunged and gave Stoick a really deep, long cut. Stoick's adrenaline kicked in and he took his sword and stabbed the dragon, but missed its heart. But to Stoick's horror it still had enough energy to pin him down and as he saw its mouth fill up with gas, fear filled him.

"NO! Val needs me! Hicc-" Stoick couldn't finish his sentence because the dragon went for the finishing blow.

Some of the locals saw the flames and heard the screams and opened the doors. The dragons flew away in a hurry. The flames were dying down to embers and they saw the ground littered with the charred remains of the chiefs. One of the warriors, Axel, bowed his head for a moment of silence at the three dozen lives lost.

Axel turned to the others and asked, "Does anyone have a list of who was in that meeting?"

"Yes." Hunter answered.

"Good. Send it with Trader Johann. He can tell them when he stops at each island."

"He will be here tomorrow. I'll tell him."

"Thank you, Hunter."

"Ah, Hunter! How may I be of assistance to you?" Trader Johann asked.

"I really hate to place this burden on you, Johann, but I have no other choice. You can travel to these villages faster than us."

He took them from the young man and looked at them before asking, "All of these chiefs are dead?"

Hunter slowly nodded and answered, "Like I said, we wouldn't put this on you, but it would just take us too long."

"No worries. I'll take this news to the tribes."

"Thank you, Johann."

Valka laid Hiccup on her lap and held his little hands in hers and kissed his forehead.

"Who's my baby boy? Who's my little Hiccup?" Valka asked her five month old, who giggled at her in return.

Valka stood up and grabbed her sling and put Hiccup inside of it and said, "Let's see if your daddy is back from his trip.

Stoick should have been back from his trip a few days ago, but Valka tried her best not to worry and stay positive, for Hiccup's and Berk's sake. Once she got down to the docks, she saw a huge crowd listening to someone. She couldn't quite make it out from where she was standing. She managed to weave her way through the crowd and closer to the docks. She saw it was Trader Johann and by the look on his face, he had terrible news. The crowd dispersed, all of them hanging their heads low and Valka got right up to Johann to ask him what was going on.

"Um, excuse me? What's going on?" she asked, a little on the demanding side.

"W-Well something, uh, happened, Valka." Gobber mumbled

Valka's face softened with worry and she asked, "What happened?"

Johann took over as Gobber could not find his words for the first time in his life and said, "Well at that gathering of the great cheiftains, there was an accident. The locals there saw a a strange man leaving the meeting before the hall burst into flames. Dragons attacked the hall. All of the cheifs were nothing but charred remains."

Valka leaned against the post, her legs unable to hold her up any longer and she said, "No. No. No."

"I am very sorry, Mrs Haddock." Johann said and reached into a trunk, pulling out Stoick's helmet and cape buckles and handed them to Gobber.

"H-He can't be dead. He just can't." Valka protested. "YOU'RE LYING." Valka shouted, confused, angry and upset.

Hiccup started to cry and Gobber put a hand on Valka's shoulder to try and comfort her.

"Don't. Touch. ME!" Valka demanded, tears streaming down her face.

"We are all grieving, Valka, but you and me, we have to keep it together; for the village's and Hiccup's sake." Gobber said as Valka tried to calm down the crying Hiccup.

She held Hiccup close to her and cuddled him and whispered, "I'm sorry, Hiccup. Your daddy isn't coming home."