Earlier today I was thinking about my Community fiction and then what to write after or during it and suddenly I was hit by a burst of inspiration. I almost immediately came up with the start, ending and a few scenes in between for this story: Call of the Valkyrie. The idea has been on my profile a very long time already but only now did I get the inspiration for it.

So anyway, before I bore you completely with this note, let's get on to business!

-Read on! (And as always, starting with a single word)

Thieves!

These rats! How dare they enter the grounds of Berk! How dare they steal from our farmers and destroy our livestock!

This group of thieves and animal killers has been dealing damage to Berk for a good while now and I intend to stop it. There is no one who could do such a thing under my eyes. The is no one that could do this to my people and not get punished for it!

For three days these attacks have been occuring in various parts of the island, each one similar to the other, like the ones doing it were following a certain pattern.

Just a few hours ago I heard that another attack had been made at the west part of the island. Two chickens stolen and a garden completely ruined. It was the fifth attack so far. The damage done wasn't usually anything bigger than a few small animals and some cabbages and carrots but that damage dealt has started to stack up and the problem has grown on Berk. People keep asking who's behind it and it is my duty as the chief to find that out and put the criminals in leash.

So, right after I was told an attack had been made, I took two of my best warriors and headed to the crime scene and soon enough we were chasing a group of five young men who were fast on their feet but luckily slowed by the cargo they were carrying. The men weren't too hard to keep up with anyways, all the time we saw them leave marks of their presence in their path. It was like they wanted us to follow...

Anyway, It was either that, the weight of their cargo or my determination but we soon caught up to them, surprising them with an assault from the woods.

Unlucky for us, they weren't as surprised as we thought.

Just as we started the assault and rampaged out of the woods, two more men jumped from the trees and landed right on my two warriors, completely immobilizing their movement. Of course, my men were big and strong just like I was but the two attackers weren't too skinny either so it was no problem for them to keep my men at bay.

I would have helped them but the commotion the scene made had caused the other five men to notice me and turn around, each holding a nasty looking knife. Now was not the time to take care of the others. It was do or die.

"Why are you on Berk!" I shouted with the mighty voice given me by the great-sized body of a viking. "Why are you stealing from us!"

"Oh, isn't it Stoick the Vast? I was wondering when you might come to visit us." A man with a long, brown hair and a scarred left arm said. "Why are we stealing? Well, let's just say we never needed any of the tings we stole. We merely wanted to meet you, oh Stoick, and this was the best way to get your attention and draw you out of the village."

"What? Why didn't you just come to ask me!"

"Let's just say the thing we need to talk to you about is a little more... private" The man grinned as he finished the sentence. I improved the grip I had on my sword and faced this group of five with the most threatening expression I could muster, an expression that would even scare a full-sized dragon. And indeed it worked, even the cool leader of this group couldn't hide his fear. You could see it from how his eye twitched. I was winning. "And what is this 'private' thing you want to talk about?"

"Stoick the Vast... a famous dragon slayer and the father of a dragon trainer. Do you not realize there is no need to be threatening here. We only want to know a little more of your son, that's all." The man said with returned confidence. "I know we may seem hostile with out swords and all but in fact, we're just humble citizens of the Berserk, we mean no harm to you or your son, we would just like to ask you a few questions.

"Berserk eh? So tell me, what is Dagur planning this time?"

"Oh, nothing really. This little trip to Berk was made under my command. Dagur, that fool, knows nothing of this."

"So basically you're rebelling against your leader?"

"You could say so but you see, Dagur never deserved to become a chief. He is a child unworthy of the title of the leader. He may be quick with his sword and tongue but he lacks experience and wits. He's no chief, he's a joke! The only thing he ever talks about is dragons, especially a night fury. He's obsessed with it. That's why we thought that if we could get to that 'magnificent' dragon first, wouldn't that make us even more capable of challenging the power of Dagur, the deranged... no, Dagur the fool."

"You're saying you want to get my son's dragon... Over my dead body I say!"

"Ahh... Stoick, Stoick, Stoick... do you not realize you're not in an ideal position to say that. We have seven people against the one you. No matter how great you are, you're still no match for us. Don't you think all the years fighting with dragons have dulled your abilities to fight against people?"

"My strength and skills are plenty for the likes of you! No one like you will ever touch my son or his dragon!"

"I was hoping we wouldn't need to come to this but you chose it Stoick, prepare" The man said and his men immediately surrounded me in a way that it seemed practiced. From the corner of my eye I could see my two men being knocked out by the men who were holding them down.

I braced myself. There was no help nearby and the only obstacle between this man and my son was me. But I wouldn't go down easily.

The man took the first step towards me. He was fast with his sword but not as fast as I was. As he lunged the blade of his dagger towards me, I quickly grabbed his wrist and turned it until I heard something snap. I let go of the man and turned around just in time to block an incoming attack with my sword. The man had swung his blade from above so as I blocked the strike, it left an opening for his abdomen so I punched it with all the strength I had. I could feel the air escaping his lungs as he collapsed on the ground.

The next attack was performed by myself as I swung my blade sideways, knocking away the dagger the man next to me was holding. I took a fast step towards him and hit his head with mine, knocking him unconscious and leaving me with a slightly dizzy feeling and a sore forehead. Not necessarily the smartest move to make in the beginning of the fight but it still meant I had now taken out two and made one unable to fight with his better arm.

A man behind me yelled and I instinctively turned to face him, easily dodging his sloppy attack by stepping aside from his blade. This guy was obviously a beginner as he had made two mistakes in such a short time. He let the enemy know he was attacking by letting out a yell and he didn't even put his strength in the swing. The man was easy to take out by a simple jab in his jaw. The time I took to analyze his mistakes cost me though as while I was watching him, another, more experienced man sliced a wound in my left calf. I yelled in surprise but didn't feel pain as the adrenaline running through my veins nullified it.

I turned again, kicking the man who sliced me in his face with my knee as he was still a little crouched from his attack that he had aimed low. Four out, one disabled, two to go.

Unlike the others, these two men kept their distance, allowing me to take a quick look of my surroundings. The man whose wrist I had broken was still lying down on the ground, holding his hand. The four men I think I knocked out were indeed on the ground, unconscious. My two men were lying a good 10 meters away from me and the closest tree to me was just on my left side.

"Can you see what I did to your friends already! Come at me!" I shouted, trying to scare the two men. But these men weren't cowards, they moved the way experienced fighters do, not too fast or not too slow but at a proper speed. They seemed to nod to each other and started approaching me from different directions. A move extremely hard to counter unless you have your eyes at the sides of your head.

It wasn't the first time such move was used against me though. I knew that if I just watched when the other attacks, the other one would attack at the same time and so I could predict when to make my move.

I wasn't wrong. The man left to me attacked first, heading for my chest. I dodged the strike and raised my right hand to block the incoming attack from the right. My blade was a little in the wrong position so the man's blade bounced off but towards my face. Luckily the blade of the dagger wasn't that long and the only thing he managed to do was to make a scratch on my right cheek. The first attacker didn't waste any time after his first stab and immediately after came at me with an elbow strike which I took in my chest with a grunt. No air was knocked out so I grabbed the arm of the attacker who had gotten too close and slammed him against the other attacker, making them both fall at the same time as they knocked their head together. Seven out of seven

I sighed in relief and relaxed a bit. The fight was fast, intense and extremely exciting, just the way I like it. If the men had just known that I once took out 14 men alone in a fight, they wouldn't have fought me with only seven. Well, it was too late for them.

'stab'

The air in my lungs escaped from a surprise as I felt a sudden stinging pain in my side. I looked behind me and saw the man with the broken wrist, holding a dagger in his hand, thrusting it deep into my side. The adrenaline was still there. I felt almost nothing, except rage.

I grabbed the man by his throat and lifted him up against the trunk of the tree I was standing next to. I didn't let him explain, I just pushed, pushed until he was leaning against the tree unconscious.

I let go of the man and knelt down, looking at my side, observing as the blood poured out of the wound and got absorbed by my clothes. My left calf wasn't any better. I might be a great warrior but even great warriors can die from blood loss. I already felt dizzy from the strike I dealt with my own head but now I had lost so much blood that the state of unconsciousness wasn't far.

I leaned against the ground as I stared at the small ant that carried a needle from a pine, completely unaware of the actions that had just happened. At that moment, I was jealous of that ant.

The last thought before falling on the ground was Hiccup, he was saved.

I've never written a scene like this before! How did it go? I know Stoick's personality might be slightly off but I wanted to bring out and emphasize his expertise in battle and the joy he feels when fighting. And oh, if you're wondering, I don't think the Berserk will have much more to do with this story, it was just a great starter :P But who knows, right?

Anyways, this was pretty much just a prologue, what do you guys think? Should I continue? And even if I did continue, I can't guarantee any precise update times.

Also check out my Community fic if you haven't already!

-Dawnbreaker