"Come on, Bud" Hiccup called for his Night Fury friend, Toothless. "We are leaving FOREVER."
Toothless gave a curious warble as if he was asking 'What's wrong?'
"I won dragon training due to my 'lessons' with you and now I have to kill a Monstrous Nightmare in front of the village." Hiccup elaborated to his friend.
-In the forests of Berk-
A certain blonde teen with blue azure eyes is hurling axes at innocent little trees while cursing the fact Hiccup the 'Useless' defeated her for the honor of killing the Monstrous Nightmare in front of the whole Tribe.
"That rat-eating, son of a half-troll, since when did he get so good at subduing dragons? He must be taking lessons from someone everyday."
Then a melancholic peaceful humming was heard among the trees. Astrid immediately recognized who it was and proceeded to follow him quietly. Hiccup –with Astrid trailing behind him- walked towards the cove with a relieved yet somewhat distorted look on his face. He was torn between his village beliefs and his own and whether or not to just take the easy way out on Toothless. Once they reached the cove, Hiccup was met with an excited Night Fury. They didn't realize the presence of a third individual until-
"HICCUP!" Astrid yelled while charging towards Toothless, axe in hand, screaming a battlecry. Toothless shot a plasma blast at her feet which sent her tumbling across the cove and knocked her unconscious.
When she awoke, she saw no signs of the Night Fury that attacked her, and more importantly, no signs of Hiccup either. She ran back, tears swelled up in her eyes, to the village.
The moment she arrived she immediately ran towards where the chief was sorting a livestock dispute between Bernard Mildew and Haftun Harrason. She then informed Stoick, Hiccup's father about what happened.
"HICCUP IS WHAT? Stoick exclaimed
"A Night Fury took him, I saw it and tried to fih=ght it but it knocked me unconscious."
"You failed to protect the next Chief of Berk? This is all your FAULT!"
Before she got the chance to defend herself, Stoick continued," Send search parties to all the islands in the archipelago, find my son , leave no stone unturned." With that, several Vikings went away to inform the rest of the village to prepare for the search.
A few months later,
The chief sat on his chair in the Great Hall, the search parties were expected to come back that day.
He hoped that at least one would bring even the slightest hint that his son was alive.
When the search parties returned, the only one that found anything were the ones sent to the Meathead islands. They returned with a torn tunic stiffened with blood and a small intricate dagger. Stoick immediately recognized the dagger as Hiccup's very own and he now lost all hope on his son coming back.
The chief's heart broke the day Valka Haddock was taken by a Stormcutter, but he only became weak and was never the same after he lost his son too. He blamed Astrid Hofferson for not being capable enough and always treated her and her family with scorn.
Most of the villagers were glad for Hiccup's death, after all he has done more damage than the dragons themselves during raids. It was only until their next dragon raid that they found out how useful Hiccup was in the forge as the two limbed smith couldn't work fast enough to supply all the villagers with weapons when the needed them.
Stoick was rarely seen in public and never smiled. Gobber, although usually in a happy mood, rarely joked anymore. The village's condition only worsened by time and each year was harsher than the one before.
Dragon Training continued, Astrid was top of the class and yet Stoick didn't let her fight the Monstrous Nightmare.
"You couldn't kill a dragon when it mattered, why should I let you kill one for sport?" Stoick spat out when she asked
At last Gothi and Gobber managed to convince Stoick to let Astrid fight the Monstrous Nightmare
She was more determined than ever to kill the beast in front of the tribe, it was the way to restoring her family's honor.
As she stepped into the arena, the creature gave her a piercing glare, she met its glare and crept towards the beast. It lit itself on fire and spewed its gel towards her, which she dodged by cartwheeling towards the Nightmare, intending to cut its throat with her trusty axe.
The beast, realizing what she is trying to do knocked her back with a strong gust of wind produced by its tail. She reassumed a fighting stance almost immediately and charged the dragon again. The dragon buried one of its claws into her shield, which she threw away bringing the dragon's paw along with it, creating an opening for a swift kill.
It was then that they heard the shrilling noise produced by the speed of wings of a Night Fury and she was thrown off balance when a plasma blast hit the ground between her and the Nightmare. The Night Fury proceeded to destroying the other cages and all of the dragons except for the Night Fury flew off into the sky.
Then a figure clad in black slid off the Night Fury, it was a man- no it was a boy- and fought off the Vikings that charged him with ease and flew away on his Night Fury. Tales were quickly made about the mysterious Dragon Master and people debated on whether he was a man or a demon sent by the Gods themselves.
Astrid awoke to the sound of battle and explosions. She quickly dressed herself and grabbed her axe to fight in the dragon raid. When she came out of her house she saw a Gronckle pursuing a small child who was trying to put out the fires. She immediately got in its way and managed to muzzle it and wrestled it to the ground. Just as she prepared to strike the killing blow, the mysterious Dragon Master appeared and drove her back, saving the Gronckle's life, it gave a hand gesture and all the dragons around retreated and flew away.
The men who weren't trying to put out the fires surrounded the figure and attacked him, but he repelled each and every single one of them so expertly she couldn't help but be mesmerized by his graceful movements. Then a jet black dragon appeared out of nowhere and both Dragon and Rider took off in the next second.
When the dust finally settled, a few buildings were burnt, the catapults and traps were destroyed but most importantly, no one sustained a severe injury.
The other villages also begun reporting about a mysterious man riding a Night Fury and the Dragon Master became a legend among the Vikings. Some wanted to capture him to learn how to control the dragons while most wanted to kill him and all the dragons he controls, usually out of spite for dragonkind.
