The following is a Fan-made story (tense why it's on this site). I do not own How To Train Your Dragon or the locations and any species of dragons that show up in this story unless otherwise specified. (If so it'll be up here.)


This is Berk, 100 years after you last saw it. The buildings are relatively the same due to the lack of dragon attacks recently, but we still love our dragons. My name's Jolt, Jolt Haddock, great grandson of Hiccup Haddock III. I'm average build, not as buff as most Vikings here though. I've also got dark brown hair going down to the bottom of my neck. I've got a buttoned up leather tunic on top of a dark blue shirt, and light brown pants. Ever since Hiccup trained his Night Fury and his son trained a Whispering Death, our family has just been expected to train dangerous dragons. Which makes me the joke of the family on top of Flare, my orange Deadly Nadder. My older brother, Grunt, always has to rub it in.

"Grunt, tell Screech to stop freezing Flare!" I yelled.

"Why, isn't it fun watching a Death Song tease a Nadder?" he mocked.

"Maybe to a sick mind like yours!" I shouted. Grunt's one of the buffest teens in the village. He also got jet black hair combed to the back of his head. His tunic is a deep green fabric with black pants.

"GRUNT!" our father, Beorn the Immortal called from downstairs, "How many times do I have to tell you? Leave your brother and his dragon, alone." Our father has dark brown hair like mine, all going out a bit and reaching the bottom of his neck. His beard is long and well groom, all tied up right at the end. His Tunic is a short-sleeved red one and he has that metal belt around his waist along with a fur cape. Now, why is he called Beorn the Immortal? It may have something to do with the fact that 25 different people have all tried to kill him multiple times, whether it be traps or straight confrontations, and the worst that happened to him was a deep gash straight across his chest. As a result he's got scars all down his right arm and his entire left arm is missing.

"Fine."

"Now go get Leglout to free Flare." Leglout, if you hadn't already guessed, is the descendant of Snotlout. He's got black hair that reaches just past his shoulders, a dull orange tunic with a black overcoat, and dark brown pants. You've heard the saying the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, well apparently that apple can grow another tree, have an apple fall from it, have that happen 4 times, and the 4th apple will still land centimeters away from the original tree. Which is the long way of saying, Leglout is almost exactly like Snotlout.

"Did someone order clean up?" Leglout asked all condescendingly, flying in on his yellow Monstrous Nightmare.

"A little help here?" I asked, "And real help not your usual help."

"But that takes all the fun out of it."

"Please, just either give me the gel or break Flare outta this yourself?"

"Fine, Flame Master, INCINERATE," The Dragon shot a gallon of fire right at the amber substance. This is what I mean by ALMOST exactly like Snotlout, Leglout actually has a bit of compassion. Flare broke free and, clearly enjoying his wings again, flew straight up to the roof, took a sharp right turn, and landed.

"Thanks," I said as I hopped on Flare and took off. I was flying to the only person that kept me sane in my insane world.

"Jolt's coming!" as soon as my feet hit the cliff surface she hugged me.

"Hey Flutterby, hey Pebble," I nodded towards the green Gronkle. Flutterby is the great granddaughter of Fishlegs. She has light brown hair tied back in a single braid, a dark green tunic, and a dark blue skirt. Her family didn't all have Gronkles, they all had different dragons. She just chose a Gronkle because it was cute and cuddly. She's pretty shy but hurt one of her friends and she's like a pack of wild Nadders. Leglout had to figure that out the hard way.

"So, did Screech terrorize Flare again today?" she asked.

"No different from yesterday. He's been a jerk ever since I tried training that Skrill," I said, right before a low pitch horn was sounded. "Dragon Hunters!" We said in unison as we mounted our dragon and shot off into the sky. Dragon Hunters have always had a personal vendetta against us ever since they're war with Hiccup. "And of course, Emma's already there," I said as she zoomed past and blasted a ship on her albino Night Fury. All we've ever seen of her is her dark grey hood and mask up, along with her dark grey tunic that's in a V shape overtop her black under shirt, and black pants. No one knows where she came from or where she goes during the day, she's a complete enigma. All we know is she knows where The Isle of Night is. I flew down and Flare spine-shot 3 dragon root arrows right out the sky.

"Your accuracy's improved," A cocky voice said

"Still better than yours Grunt," I said as an amber substance missed the 3 ships by a mile "Here's the plan, Grunt, get down by the water, come up and shoot the weapons, Flutterby, Get down and start blasting, Emma do the same, Leglout, go and drop some gel on the ships." Everyone did just that. Grunt came up by the middle ship and before the Hunters could react them, there bows, winches, and bodies were all covered in Death Song crystal. Emma and Flutterby were over destroying the right ship. Emma zoomed down blasted some Hunters, barrel rolled to the left dodging 5 arrows, blasted the deck, stopped, letting 2 more arrows fly in front of her, and zoomed off, turning around for another go. Flutterby came flying as fast as the Gronkle could carry her, and shot a lava blob right onto the deck, tearing a hole the size of a yak in it. Seeing an opening as she was flying back down, Emma did a triple blast through the hole, and broke another hole at the bottom of the ship, letting water get through and sinking it. I looked over as Leglout was pouring out the last bit of Monstrous Nightmare Gel on the left ship.

"Flare, single spine shot," Flare lifted his tail over his head and flung a spine right onto a Hunter's crossbow that he was aiming at Leglout, flinging it right out of his hand and across the ship. Leglout looked back and shot a continuous stream of fire right at the ship, igniting the gel and burning the ship to a crisp.

"RETREAT!" the middle ship shouted, and all the Hunters that weren't crystalized steered the ship away from Berk. I flew in to join the rest of the riders in attacking the ship. I swooped down and shot a magnesium burst, Leglout dived and reigned fire down upon the ship, and Flutterby came in for a lava blast. We repeated that until the ship sailed over the horizon.