Alright, I said I was doing Snoggletog, and I meant it. This fic takes place after the older teens get all their dragons, so there will be Changewings, Typhoomerangs, Scauldrons, and of course, Skrills and Whispering Deaths. There should be 3 to 5 parts, whichever I feel like.

But until then, on with the show- oh, and before I forget, Happy Holidays to each and every one of you!

This: Hiccup

This: Himinn

This: Both

This is Berk.

Boasting the kind of balmy, fun-in-the-sun weather that will give you frostbite on places you didn't know you had.

Yes, thanks, sis. Anyways, the one upside is our annual holiday. We call it, Snoggletog.

Why we chose such a stupid name remains a mystery.

But, with the war long over, and dragons living with us, this year's Snoggletog promises to be one to remember.

Hiccup stirred in his bedroom as something slammed into the roof. Loud roaring echoed throughout the house, followed by a sudden crackle of lightning.

The door flew open, revealing a disheveled Himinn. "Come on, I'm sick of this.".

Jardar walked in behind her. "If you need sufficient motivation, Doomdrill is attempting to sink the house.".

Jalf came up last. "Uncle Hiccup? Endeavour's slashing at the wall again.

Hiccup groaned and grabbed his helmet.

...

Outside, the trio found Toothless and Himinn's Skrill, Bolt, looking down innocently from the roof as Jardar's Whispering Death quickly backed out of the large hole next to their house, doing the closest thing she could to a smile and Jalf's Exterminator sheepishly sheathed his long flaming claws. Hiccup sighed. "Good morning, Mr. Bossy!".

Himinn tossed her dragon a mackerel. "Hey, Bolty.". The Skrill flapped down and affectionately nuzzled his rider.

Jalf enthusiastically threw himself towards his dragon, forcing Endeavour to catch him. "Hi Endeavour!". The dragon shook his head in amusement and placed the 8-year old on the ground.

Jardar's greeting was a lot more colorful.

Hiccup began walking to his dragon. "Do you always have to get us up so early just to go fly-y-y-ing!". He slipped on the ice beside the house and would have fallen if Toothless hadn't sprung down and caught him. "Thanks bud. Stupid leg...".

Himinn laughed. "Alright, let's saddle these guys up. I want to fly too, you know!".

"Yeah, about that...".

They looked over and burst into laughter as they saw Doomdrill wrapped around Jardar so tightly he couldn't move. "Doomy, I love you too, but is this really-". She squeezed tighter. "-Gak! Necessary!".

"...Hic, little dude, you wanna go now?".

"Yep, let's go.".

"Bye, Daddy! I'll see you if you survive!".

The trio of dragons shot into the air, ignoring Jardar's pleas for assistance and complaints about his adopted son's morbid sense of humor.

Stoick would get him out eventually.

...

Bolt and Toothless pierced the clouds, gleefully spiralling upwards. The good thing about having the Haddocks for riders meant that they could go absolutely crazy in the sky and the siblings would still be on their backs.

Himinn laughed. "I'll NEVER get tired of this!".

Hiccup nodded in agreement. "Alright guys, let's see what you've got today!".

The dragons exchanged glances, then dove into the clouds, static crackling off Bolt's scales as they shot towards the ocean, pulling up to skim across the surface. Hiccup directed Toothless towards a arching formation emerging from the water, rigging the Night Fury's tail with a flick of his metal limb. "You ready?".

Himinn stood up on her saddle, smirking. "Let's do this!".

The twosome sprang off their dragons, landing neatly on the stone archway and jumping off the other side, just in time for their mounts to catch them.

Hiccup whooped triumphantly. "Finally!".

Himinn shot him a look. "Just keep up the record, or I'll have to start telling Dad how many times you faceplanted into that rock.".

Endeavour flapped up behind them, the larger Exterminator panting. Jalf glared indignantly. "What part of 'slow down' don't you understand?!".

...

Meanwhile, back at the village, things had become significantly more festive. Snow was everywhere, and a large tree made from green planks of wood was in the centre of the plaza. Wreaths of pine needles hung on all the buildings.

You wouldn't even guess that they were still decorating.

The elder Thorstons, Magnus and Edna, were carefully piloting their dragons- a pair of Changewings named, cleverly, Camo and Flage- with wreaths in their arms. "Here?".

Gobber, who was commanding the effort, shook his head. "A wee bit higher- no, too high Magnus! A little lower!".

Stoick, who was walking by, clapped Gobber on the back.

Another effort going on was entertaining the children- easily handled, as a boy in a dragon costume ran up to a Gronckle. "Rawr!".

The lumpy dragon responded with a loud, bellowing roar. The child giggled, then ran over to where several other kids were dancing under the gentle spray of a Scauldron- unheated, of course. Fishlegs and Helen, nailing shields to a building, grinned down at them. "Attagirl, Meatlug!". "Good work, Spout!".

At the tree, Astrid and a freed Jardar were holding several shields and looking at their dragons. "You girls ready?".

Stormfly and Doomdrill nodded.

"Stormfly, spine shot!".

"Doomdrill, spine sling!".

Two volleys of spikes shot through the air, pinning the shields neatly to the tree.

Stoick, observing it all, laughed, Gobber at his side. "Odin's beard, Gobber. Vikings, spending the winter holiday with dragons! What would our fathers say?".

Gobber grinned. "They'd think we lost our minds!".

Bolt swopped in, allowing his rider to drop down. "Who cares what your fathers would say? What matters is what MY father says!".

Endeavour followed. "Hi Grandaddy!".

The chief chuckled. "Where's Hiccup?".

"He wanted to work on a few more stunts with Toothless. We came back to see if we could help.".

He shook his head. "We're just about finished.". He raised his voice to address the village. "Well done! Well done.".

They gathered to hear what he wanted to say.

"I never thought I'd live to see this day. Peace on the island of Berk. This will surely be the greatest Snoggletog we've ever seen!".

Everyone burst into cheers, accompanied by the joyful roars of dragons.

And then, everything went wrong.

Vikings and dragons looked up just in time to catch a massive flock of dragons flying overhead- more than they'd ever seen. Whispering Deaths, Nadders, Gronckles, Scauldrons, Typhoomerangs, Nightmares, Exterminators, and the odd Changewing.

Himinn inhaled. "Thumbnails and earwax and twirly little bits of Thor!".

That seemed to be the trigger, as Hookfang, Snotlout's Monstrous Nightmare, and Whirlwind, Sasslout's Typhoomerang, flapped to the roofs of two houses and roared as loud as they could, the sound echoing across Berk. Then they flapped into the air- although Whirlwind took time to carefully place Sasslout on the ground- and joined the flock, the rest of the dragons soon following, much to the dismay of the humans on the ground.

Fishlegs and Helen gasped. "Meatlug and Spout!". They dashed into the crowd, searching for their dragons. And more joined, one after the other, dragons flapping away.

Himinn, Jardar, and Astrid looked at each other. "Where's Hiccup?!".

That would have to wait, however, as a much more alarming thing came to their minds. Astrid was the first to notice it, dashing over to her Nadder. "Stormfly, wait, please, don't go!".

This sentiment was echoed by Jardar moments later. "Doomdrill! Wait, don't leave! Come back!".

Jalf was a bit more vocal. "ENDEAVOUR! GET YOUR SCALY HIDE BACK HERE OR I WILL UNZIP YOU FROM YOUR BREADBASKET TO YOUR OYSTERGOBBLER!".

The dragons took no notice, simply flying off the cliffs, although Endeavour and the other two Berkian Exterminators had a quick conversation:

Male Exterminator: "That's your boy, isn't it?".

Endeavour: "Yes. He is rather loud. And he knows a disturbing amount of threats, considering he is only eight rotations old.".

Female Exterminator: "You think he'll forgive you if you bring back lots of hatchlings?

Endeavour: "Perhaps. He has spoken about his desire to possess an air force capable of mass destruction. I do not know why Bolt says it is a bad idea. I see no harm in giving that much power to a young, sadistic Ex-Berserker. Do you?".

Male Exterminator: "He is merely a human Tiny-Tooth. I don't see an issue with his wants.".

Female Exterminator: "Besides, the human Alpha and his... I think the word is parents? Yeah, that's it. They should be able to keep him under control. ".

Bolt, however, did something quite different. He flapped into the air, then paused and flapped back down to Himinn, growling.

She stood still, then ran over, hopping into her dragon's saddle. Stoick gasped. "Himinn, what are you doing?!".

"If Bolt wants to take me with him, he might take me where the other dragons are going! I'll fly him back here as soon as I can with news!". She looked over to her betrothed. "Look after Jalf!".

He nodded. "Go!".

Jalf called to her. "Be back soon, Mommy!".

"I'll do my best, kiddo.".

She made a two-finger salute, and her Skrill leapt into the sky.

...

Hiccup grinned down at his Night Fury as they sliced through the clouds. "What d'you say, bud? Wanna go again?".

Toothless smiled and burbled... and both looked ahead and noticed the aerial stampede. Toothless narrowed his eyes and flapped around the dragons, narrowly missing several collisions.

And then, a Nadder knocked Hiccup's helmet off. "Oh no, my helmet!".

Toothless swooped towards the ocean, ignoring all Hiccup's attempts to steer him elsewhere, stopping only before they plunged underwater.

"Wait, Toothless, stop! We'll get it later. Right now, we need to get back and figure out what's going on.".

Toothless made a noise of complaint, but still turned and flew back towards Berk. They landed on the cliff Stormfly had flown off from. "Astrid!".

She ran over. "Hiccup, what's going on?! Where are all the dragons going?!".

The rest of the village ran up. yelling the same kinds of questions in a wall of indecipherable noise until Jardar's throwing knives hit the ground, forcing them to retreat and allowing Stoick to step forwards. "Calm down! Give him a chance to speak!".

He looked down at his son. "Hiccup, where have all of our dragons gone?".

Hiccup's face was stricken with terror as he realized he only had one answer to give. "Dad, I don't know.".

Stoick sighed, but the village was quickly distracted by Stormfly flapping over to Toothless, both dragons exchanging a series of growls and grunts. Then Stormfly flapped back towards the rest of the dragons, leaving the crippled Night Fury behind.

Another thought came to the boy, and he turned to Jardar. "Where's Himinn?".

The older boy sighed. "She went off with Bolt. She said she was going to find out where our dragons went.".

A terrible chill ran through Hiccup's scrawny body as the news hit him.

His sister, the one person he knew would help him find out where the dragons had gone, had gone with them.

...

Well, that all happened! Now, in case some people are confused about the non-canon dragons, I've listed them below.

Bolt: Himinn's Skrill

Doomdrill: Jardar's Whispering Death

Spout: Helen's Scauldron

Whirlwind: Sasslout's Typhoomerang

Camo: Edna's Changewing

Flage: Magnus's Changewing

Endeavour: Jalf's Exterminator. I decided to throw some dragons from the book series in for the heck of it. Besides, Exterminators are firey creatures of mass destruction, and I like firey creatures of mass destruction.

Now, I'll try to have the next chapters up as soon as I can, but they will be slowed down since I won't have access to my computer for the next week or so. Sorry...

I've made up my mind. There'll be five chapters.

And... yep, that's it! Until then, stay tuned!