Chapter 1

"Alright guys, let's go!" Hiccup called out. Six dragons soared into the air, a certain night fury leading the pack.

"Wait, where are we going again?"

Hiccup sighed. "Are you definitely listening this time, Tuffnut?"

"Yeah sure! I'll have you know, I'm a professional listener! My listening is unrivaled by…"

"Trader Johan gave us a contact, who knows about a dragon hunter base. We find this informant and then rescue the dragons in the base. Johan ensured us that his source wasn't faulty. Got it?" Hiccup glanced over to the Zippleback, waiting for an answer. But he never got one.

"Ruffnut, could you please wake up your brother." Hiccup said monotone. The blonde girl's face brightened up, but then formed to an evil grin, as she head-butted her brother out of his dreams.

"Hiccup" Heather said, as she caught up to the leader "did Johan mention his contact's name by any chance? I got around a lot, so I might have heard of him."

"Sorry, he didn't, but as I said, Johan ensured that the source wasn't bad and I believe him."

The Trip was a lot longer than Hiccup initially thought, so they arrived at dusk. "Alright gang, we'll use the darkness to land our dragons and then go to the village by foot."

Johan's tip lead the group to an island called Heimdall's Peak. It was impressive to say the least and had a large town built into the mountains. But different to other towns, this one was brightly illuminated by seemingly thousands of fires, outside and especially inside the mountain. People were everywhere and the markets were up and running, even at night.

"Welcome to Heimdall's Peak." Hiccup told the group as they circled high over the island.

"Amazing!" "Wow!" "Incredible!" the dragon riders couldn't believe their eyes. Well all except one.

"It's nice." Heather remarked.

"NICE!? It's a city in fire! A city that never sleeps, in a sense!" Astrid yelled, never taking her eyes off the fires.

"I worked here for two months. At first its all exciting and everything, but after a while it looses its charm. The constant light gets really tiring and don't even get me started on night shifts."

"Way to go to kill the mood." Tuffnut murmured.

After an hour the dragon riders found a landing spot and set off to town to find the informant. "Okay, so this guy is supposed to meet us in an Inn called the Beehive. Call out if you see it." Hiccup informed the rest as they made their way to the entrance.

"HALT! You are about to enter Heimdall's Peak! Who are you and what are you here for!" One of the brute guards at the archway yelled.

"Uhm… Hello! We are merely young travellers and we would like to visit the markets." Hiccup told him as the guard's eyes scanned him from head to toe.

"And how did you get here? We didn't see a ship enter the harbour…" The brute asked as he stared suspiciously into Hiccup's eyes.

"Oh, heh, you know, the prices for a dock in the harbour are pretty high, out of our price range, so we, errr, landed on the other side of the island and asked an old fisherman for a temporary docking place." Hiccup lied.

The guard looked at him questionably. "Oh really? Old Hugo gave you a docking place? The grandpa who we threw out of the city because he hated everybody? Sure." Hiccup swallowed hard. He was in a really tight spot. But suddenly the guard started laughing.

"Oh! Now I get it! Ha! You 'asked' him for a docking place! Heh! That old root deserves it! Get in the city! Man, I love you guys!"

The dragon riders looked at each other confused, but quickly entered the city, before the guard changed his mind.

Finding the Beehive wasn't hard. There was loud music, countless fires and even more people. It truly was a beehive in every aspect. "Okay, gang. Stay together! We need to get to the barkeeper!" Hiccup yelled through the masses.

"What!? I can't hear a thing, Hiccup!" Astrid yelled back. Hiccup rolled his eyes, grabbed her hand and motioned her to do the same with the rest. After two minutes the seven of them finally got to the counter, where thankfully the music was a bit quieter.

"Welcome to my Bar, kids! I'm Lydia, but you can call me the Queen bee! Everyone else does. What can I get you?" The woman behind the bar was middle aged, yet very attractive and was cleaning wooden cups. Suddenly her eyes fixated on Heather. "Oh, hello again, miss berserker! How are we?" She leaned over the counter and gave Heather a hug, which the latter gladly returned.

"I'm great! How about you?"

Astrid interrupted the scene. "Wait, you know her, Heather?"

Heather just giggled. "I told you I worked in Heimdall's Peak for a while. And this is the shop I worked in!"

Fishlegs looked at her bewildered. "You worked as a servant!?"

The Queen bee grinned. "She was the bouncer." A synchronous 'Oh' went through the ranks.

"So what brings you and your friends here, maiden?"

"We were supposed to meet someone here. Trader Johan sends his regards." Hiccup answered. The Queen bee nodded knowingly and pointed towards the stairs, which lead to the private rooms. "Second room to the right."

Hiccup thanked her and the troop made their way to the informant. Getting to the stairs was trickier than one might have thought, but they managed to get through eventually. They collected in front of the door and opened it.

"Holy Shit!" Hiccup yelled and jumped back. Astrid's face paled immediately "Oh no. This is bad. This is really bad."

Inside was the informant, but he had an empty glare in his eyes, a stab wound in his back and was laying in a puddle of his own blood.