Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon or Voices of Dragons.

Author's Note: I got the idea for this story as soon as I finished the book. When they finally got back to me about adding Voices of Dragons as a sub-category, I was so excited! Please read and review and tell your friends! Thanks! Enjoy!

As the scarlet dragon flew closer, Kay could see that the person on his back was a big man in a Viking hat with many prosthetic appendages. He had a thick blonde mustache and huge blue eyes.

"Hold on, there, youngun'. What brings you to Berk?" His voice was just like his personality.

Kay was taken aback that someone had spoken to her so soon upon their arrival into Dracopolis but so pleased that the book was not a myth that she responded very quickly. "Is this the city of dragons?" She asked confidently.

"City of dragons? Is that what we're known as now?" He didn't sound too surprised, but amused.

"Well, I read about this place in a book-"

He cut her off. "Well, you must not be too far away, because not many folks come here with dragons!"

Kay laughed. "Actually, I come from a place far, far away. We live with dragons, but not peacefully. Artegal and I came here to see if there was anything I could do for my village."

He scrutinized Artegal. "Artegal, huh? That's no type of dragon I've ever seen. What type is he?"

Artegal replied, "I am a Gwybodaeth Caru." (Author's Note: I plugged this into Google translator. Hopefully it's right. It's supposed to be Welsh for knowledge-loving. If anyone knows otherwise, please let me know so I can fix it as soon as possible. Thank you!)

The man gawked. "He talks!"

"Yes, he speaks English. Have any of your dragons here learned to?"

He gasped. "He taught himself?"

"I'll take that as a no." Kay muttered.

"Sir, she is here to talk peace. Will you take us to your village leader?" Artegal asked.

"Yes, right this way." The Viking man's dragon flew towards the tower of steam. Artegal followed closely.

As Kay flew to the village, she learned that these people who lived in Dracopolis, or Berk, as he called it, actually were Vikings, and that this particular Viking was named Gobber. His dragon didn't speak English or the dialect of dragon that Artegal tried speaking to him in. Either way, there was no response out of him. Gobber said that this type was called a Monstrous Nightmare. The name surprised Kay. This place was all too confusing: dragons didn't speak at all! Were they completely voiceless? She wondered how they could get along with humans without communication.

"Gobber, how did you become so close with dragons if you two have no spoken communication? That barrier is what has kept Silver River's dragons and humans apart for many years."

"I wouldn't be able to explain it very well. You should ask the village leader, that's his area of expertise."

Before Kay could question Gobber further, a towering building came into sight and they flew over Dracopolis. This place looked like it was something from the times of the Leif Erikson Vikings. She wondered if the lack of technological advancements, like machine guns and Dragonslayer F-22s, made it easier for dragons and humans to get along.

The Monstrous Nightmare declined in altitude and headed descended towards one of the houses. It was wooden, rickety, and looked as if it would soon fall over. Kay and Artegal landed smoothly.

Gobber and Kay dismounted. He kicked the front door open. "HICCUUUP!" His voice echoed inside the tiny little house. Kay found it strange that Gobber was screaming about having the hiccups, rather than doing anything valuable or important. After a few moments of complete silence, he screamed it again, this time louder and angrier. "!" A few seconds later a skinny blonde girl Kay's age came rushing down the wooden staircase. She was gaunt but buff, looked furious, and carried an axe. She threw it to silence Gobber. Kay warned Artegal to duck as she herself did so. The axe landed right where her head had been moments before. Kay looked from the axe to the girl. Was this the village leader that knew so much about dragons that could help her save Silver River?

"Oh shut up! Gobber, what are you doing here?"

"There's no need to throw your axe, Astrid! Don't have a dragon!"

"I was sleeping! And you woke me up! There's no need to go shouting for Hiccup: he's not here."

"Not here?" Gobber sighed, exasperatedly, "Where's Hiccup?"

"Toothless isn't here either. Where do you think he'd be? He's at his training spot in the forest. There's a glade by a small lake. You won't be able to miss him." Astrid huffed.

"Oh," he moaned, "But Astrid, I don't know how to get there! Will you-"

Astrid must have known him too well. She cut him off with vehemence. "No! That's your problem, not mine! I'm going back to bed." She headed up the stairs back to bed, leaving Kay and Artegal very confused.