Chapter Two: Battle Plans and Discovery

Well fortunately Hiccup wasn't entirely right. To his great fortune Dimsodz was on his way back from an ammo run to Nest 3 when he happened to notice a giant running flame. He paused and squinted at what he now recognized as a Monstrous Nightmare. Dimsodz's first instinct was to high tail it out of there, seeing as how he was only armed with a magnum, but he also managed to see what the giant flaming reptile was chasing; Hiccup. Dimsodz let out a couple curses under his breath, abandoned his now empty ammo cart, and took off toward Hiccup and the Nightmare. "What am I doing?" he thought as he ran, "Why am I doing something this stupid to save Hiccup? I should just save my own damn skin and let Hiccup get himself out of this. No, no, don't be a coward Dimsodz, if you're doing this for anyone, do it for yourself. Prove you're a Viking!" Dimsodz hated being known as a coward, which was the stereotype for the blacksmith's apprentice. A moment after he finished his thoughts he had gained on Hiccup and the Monstrous Nightmare. The dragon had chased the scrawny boy all the way to the edge of the village and cornered him in a wide alleyway. The Nightmare's body flames had caught the buildings on either side of the alley on fire and the beast was about to either eat or incinerate Hiccup.

Hiccup faced the great inferno of a beast covered in sweat and heart pounding nearly out of his chest. "This is it," the boy thought with horror, "I'm going to die." And just as the dragon was rearing back a boldly screaming voice startled them both.

"HEY UG-LAY!" Hiccup's eyes widened with surprise as two loud 'BANG's followed the yell. The Monstrous Nightmare twitched at the impact of the bullets, but was nowhere near falling. The dragon whirled about, crashing through the burning buildings on either side as it did, to face this new and more threatening presence. Another gunshot was accompanied by another yell.

"Get OUT of here Hiccup!"

Then Hiccup realized who his savior was; Dimsodz. The next moment the Monstrous Nightmare snaked out of the alleyway and took off after Dimsodz. Hiccup ran out of the alley and watched his fellow apprentice running for his life from the now airborne Monstrous Nightmare.


Dimsodz was now freely letting a long string of colorful curses fly as he ran with all his might away from the flaming Monstrous Nightmare. Dimsodz skidded around a corner, heading back to the middle of town. He'd probably be chewed the hell out for "bringing danger to the greater group", but his life was worth a lot more than a tongue lashing and possible kitchen duty for a couple months. But just as he was crossing a cross section of streets, Dimsodz tripped. The Viking boy crashed and rolled along the ground as the Nightmare quickly gained ground on him by the millisecond. Just as the dragon was upon him, Dimsodz heard several battle cries and the sound of fire hoses, as well as a few gunshots. The Monstrous Nightmare let out a stricken, squealing roar as its fire was put out. The beast took to the sky in fearful retreat and flew off into the night sky. If there was one thing a Monstrous Nightmare hated most it was being doused when it was on fire. Dimsodz turned over onto his back with a groan, but stayed sprawled out on the ground breathing deeply. He then saw his saviors come running to him from the left side of the cross section. Astrid, Torrent, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut formed a circle around him, looking down on him with varied degrees of worry while Snotlout and Deluge remained a bit off from them, both wielding rifles they had picked up from the battle.

"What happened Dim Socks?" Torrent asked with some genuine worry.

The exhausted, cut, bruised, charred, and now recently drenched Dimsodz had only one answer, "Hiccup."


The Gods seriously must hate me. Not ten minutes after the episode with the Monstrous Nightmare I manage to get into another game of cat and mouse with a Deathly Nader (a dragon with no front legs and an very large head). This time the ordeal ended with the damn thing knocking over a watchtower and crashing down on a bakery and couple homes.

And now I was being stared down and yelled at by my father, Stoick. Yeah, I forgot to mention our chief is my dad, huh? Well now I was being chewed out and being made look like an idiot in front of most of the village, and I was about to make it worse.

"Every time you set outside boy, you do more harm than good!" my father bellowed in a lighter brogue than Gobber, "Why can't you just listen to orders and stay out of the way!" With that he began to stalk away from me in disgust, and I snapped.

"But I took down a Night Fury!" I hollered desperately. Dad wheeled about to face me as I continued, "I saw it go down, just over there by the Hidden Gulch, if we just assemble a search party or…"

"STOP!" my father thundered with frustration and anger before softening into shame and sadness, "Just…Stop. Gobber, make sure Hiccup gets home. I've his mess to clean up." I stood there gawking in shock while Gobber set a hand on my shoulder and steered me away. I looked around at the people around me in desperation, hoping to find just an ounce of belief, but there was none. My eyes also happed to chance upon the fire brigade and Dimsodz, and what I found nearly broke my heart. Deluge was cold as always, so I didn't much care in that department, but it was the looks of disgust and disbelief and disdain the rest of the fire brigade members' faces that hit me hard. Astrid's disgust and Dimsodz's disappointment were the worst to him. Now I probably had absolutely zero chance with Astrid now, even though my chances before were very minimal, and my fellow smith apprentice's face clearly read, "THIS is how you thank me for saving your hide?"

Gobber tried to give me some comfort as I walked up the cracked paved driveway (I wonder though why it's still called a driveway here, we don't have any cars anymore ever since our gasoline supply ran out ten years ago), but I ignored him and went straight inside my scrappy two story home and straight to my room which doubled as our attic. About my room were miscellaneous boxes and crates of family junk that were shoved up against the walls, his single bed next to the door, and lots and lots of papers. Papers on the walls, papers on the floor, and papers anywhere else you can imagine, even in the rafters. And upon all these papers were my drawings. Drawings of dragons, ideas for inventions…Astrid. But lets not talk about that, lets talk about how I feel after one of the worst days of my life; dead. Hollow, heavy, and disappointed. I really hope those words are not the ones that shall describe the rest of my probably short life, but at this rate… Meh. Need sleep. Moping later. Good night.


Ya know, I've decided to do something here on out; screw the storyline. This is now my twisted little world. I'll tell ya here what will be the same; training Toothless, discovered by Astrid, fighting Red Death.