I am so happy that you decided to read this story. I am going to try to update it at least twice a week. This idea had been in my head ever since I first read The Choice, by reens. If you haven't read it yet I highly recommend it, as it is one of the best stories for HTTYD and has some of the most favorites of HTTYD stories on FanFiction. I originally got the idea from the scene were Stoick decides to sail to the nest.

The next paragraph is a spoiler for The Choice so if you don't want it spoiled skip it.

*Spoiler Begins*

I originally got the idea from the scene were Stoick decides to sail to the nest. Unlike in most stories involving Stoick ignoring Hiccup and sailing to the nest, in this one Stoick understands the situation and is proud of Hiccup. He leaves Gobber behind to train Hiccup and Hiccup realizes that he essentially killed his own tribe. In the end Hiccup goes after them similarly to the movie and it made me think about what would happen if he didn't save them. A big reason this story made me think about it was because Toothless wasn't in danger. I could never write a story where Toothless died without Hiccup. I can barley consider writing them dying if they die together. So I eventually decided to try out this idea.

*Spoiler Over*

Disclaimer: I don't own How to Train Your Dragon. I only wish I did.

Gobber POV

Gobber watched the waves as they crashed against the ships of the Berkian fleet. Gobber was aware of Stoick's plan. It actually seemed rather simple, the old Viking fallback. The dragon leads them to nest and they kill most of the dragons while the rest
flee, flying far away to another nest. This was what their tribe had been trying to achieve for 7 generations. Every member of this expedition was going to be heroes. However despite all the reasons he should be ecstatic, he felt doubt and nervousness
growing within him. It was not the live night fury next to him on the ship, nor was it the previous failed nest hunts. His doubt stemmed from the one who had unwillingly given Stoick this idea and the means to enact it. His apprentice and Stoick's
son, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III.

After the night fury had been pinned down in the arena, the heir had been held back by a few Vikings to stop him from trying to help the night fury he had apparently befriended. Once the dragon had been locked away, Stoick had dragged his son to the great
hall and even then the village could hear the chief's shouts of outrage. When Stoick had emerged he had order the ships to be prepped and the night fury restrained and place on a ship. He explained his idea to the village and the preparation began
with a frenzy. However when asked about what would be done with Hiccup, Stoick simply stated he would dealt with after. Gobber could see in his friend's eyes that he felt betrayal for the actions of his son and at the same time regret for how he had
lashed out at the last member of his family.

As Gobber worked to restrain the night fury and load it on the ship, he noticed Hiccup looking down on them from the cliffs. His face seemed to hold a type of sorrow and pain. He had lost everything and yet that didn't seem to be the reason for his pain.
Obviously the boy was pained that he couldn't help the dragon he seemed to care for, but there was more to it. He looked like he was watching them walk to their death. Gobber knew more about Hiccup than any other Viking. And everything he knew about
the heir said that the child honestly believed he would never see them again. In that moment Gobber felt a bit of doubt in this nest hunt.

The moment quickly past however, as Gobber was called to help load more of the ships. Even after he turned away though, those emerald eyes kept staring at him.

After over an hour of sailing the mists of Helhiem's Gate stands before fleetdrifts closertoward theshroud of heavy fog, looking to all like the doorto another ships enter, one by one. Visibility drops immediately.
Nothing remains
but the eerie creaking of wood on water. Stock stands at the bow of his ship. He taps his fingers on the
gunwale, then looks back at Night fury impatientlyimpatiently. Gobber perks up when Stoick shouts out orders.

"Sound your positions. Stay within earshot."

The air is filled with the faded shouts as various ships sound off. After a time Gobber nervouslyapproaches Stoick.

"Listen, Stoick, Iwas
overhearing some of the men just
now and, well, some of them are
wondering what it is we're up to
here. Notme of course! I know
you're always the man with the plan,but some, not me, are wondering
if there is in fact a plan at all? And Whatit might be?"

"Find the best and take it." Stoick replies not taking his eyes off the distant fog.

"Ah,of course,the old Viking fallback. Send 'em running. Nice and simple."

Suddenly the dragon jerks its head up looking almost possessed in Gobber'seye.

Stoical shushes his and heads to the tiller following the movements of the dragons head.

Hours drift by avoiding rock spires and sea stacks. Finally the shadow of island with nothing but a massive mountain appears before them. However unlike Stoick, Gobber doesn't feel joy at their success, this place felt wrong almost like they should be here. He shakes it off, quickly though. After all, Vikings aren't supposed to feel fear.

Gobber was surprised when Stoick gave him his orders after arriving at the nest. Gobber and thirty other men had been ordered to take half of the fleet and sail to the other side of the island. Stoick wanted to make sure that after the battle they would
still have ships to sail back with. If the ship were burned down then they would be trapped on the island. In addition, the ships would include most of the provisions, as well as the night fury. Gobber and the men were there to protect the ships from
any dragons that ended up straying from the fight. He was slightly upset at the fact he wouldn't be fighting, but unlike most Gobber understood the importance of this position. After all it doesn't matter if they stop the dragon raids if most of Berk
dies stranded on a desolate island.

So here he was standing guard with his small group of men. A few were healers ready to tend to the injured when the battle ended, while the rest were warriors. They stood on the decks of the ships, prepared to deal with the dragons that would likely escape
the main force.

Suddenly a loud crash echoed across the island. Seconds later a wave of dragons could be seen spilling out from the other side of the mountain. Strangely the beasts appeared to be flying away. Confusion beset Gobber and was quickly replaced by worry as
a loud roar broke through the quiet, misty air. In that moment Gobber began worry. He had trained Vikings for years and had seen, and fought, nearly ever dragon imaginable, but never had he heard a creature like that. What had they done?

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