Chapter 2

"How to lead a war"

A continuous hassle and bustle prevailed at the village of Berk. Catapults, swords, poisoned spears, hammers, chains and bolas were the only things a Viking could be seen wielding at such an occasion. Dagur managed to break Astrid's Defense Dragon Team and enter the village. "Kill, kill, kill!" the crazy chief proclaimed as the Berserkers dashed into the fight. Hiccup hated wars, especially the ones Dagur is included in.

"Tuff, prepare the dragons!" the chief commanded his friend as he fussed around the Great Hall, checking if everything was ready. Tuffnut nodded and off he went to accomplish his duties. "Hiccup, Astrid's defense has been broken. What shall we do?" Valka followed her son, who was stepping around, weaving through the crowd in the Great Hall. Suddenly, the boy whipped around. "Call Snotlout! Where is he already?!" he snapped at her.

Valka flinched. "I am sorry mum" Hiccup apologized and bowed his head, casting a sweet glance at his mother. Valka put her hands on the boy's cheeks, stroking them gently and cracking a soft smile. "My love, you can take care of everything. Remember, you have the heart of a chief…". "And the soul of a dragon" Hiccup muttered, a smile creeping across his face, not lasting enough though, since he had to go back to his duties and find Toothless.

"Wee HA!" Snotlout cried in excitement as Hookfang dived down, giving his master the chance to bring some Berserkers down with his hammer. "Hey Fishlegs, I got five. How many did you get?!" the Jorgenson mocked as he cast a glance at the husky boy, hovering around with his Gronckle. "It's not a competition Snotlout!" Fishlegs shoot him an icy glare and threw a bola at the villains. "It's not a competition Snotlout" he replied with a mocking grimace and ordered his dragon to fly away. Fishlegs rolled his eyes as he and Meatlug hovered away.

"Vikings, get yourselves together! Attack!" Snotlout proclaimed as he glided above his army, his gaze, suddenly, lured away by Ruffnut, who handed a sword to Mulch. "Hey babe, I can make my army kill half of the Berserkers for you" he winked at her and send her an air kiss. The Thorston girl snorted and rolled her eyes, turning her gaze away from him and getting back to her work.

"That Snotlout can get so annoying at times!" her rough voice filled the workshop as she sharpened a sword and threw it at Eret. The man snatched it and placed it along with the other weapons. "In my country, we call that affection" he proclaimed as he shuffled behind her, grabbing some chains and looping them around his ankles. "Your country is wrong!" she whipped around, gripping his arm, a frown creasing her brow.

Eret flinched and raised an eyebrow. "Will you let me go or something?" he asked, a little sarcasm into his voice. "Go, Mr. Muscles!" Ruffnut left his arm and moved aside. Eret smiled and she smiled back. "Eret, we need weapons!" Astrid shouted as Stormfly flew above the workshop. "I'm coming!" the dragon hunter answered back and ran out of the workshop with Skullcrusher following him along.

Ruffnut breathed out, wiping the sweat from her forehead. She unfastened her aspon, throwing it on the ground, and dashed into the fight, her poisoned spear clenched into her hand.

"Why are you doing this Dagur?!" Hiccup and Dagur were sword fighting face-to-face, shuffling around, their swords clattering at each other. "Because it's FUN!" Dagur stomped backwards, wiping some blood from his nose. "But don't you see people are dying?" Hiccup huffed, his shoulders slightly twitching. "Who cares about people?". "A good chief…" Hiccup muttered, making Dagur see everything red. The Berserker's chief rushed towards him, raising his sword, ready to thrust it in Hiccup. The Haddock boy pulled back, almost dodging the attack, yet Dagur managed to scratch him on the chest.

Hiccup groaned, placing his hand on his wound, his brown hair falling in front of his eyes as he slowly started to kneel down. "You're not as great as rumor has it, are you?" Dagur towered above him, clenching his sword and preparing himself to tear Hiccup apart. A growl echoed. Toothless jumped over his master and snarled at Dagur. The lunatic, pulled back, slowly putting his sword down and raising his hands up as a signal of his retreat.

Toothless stomped menacingly towards him, charging up his plasma blast. "Toothless stop!" a weak voice spread to the dragon's ears making him halt and turn around to help his master. Hiccup stood up, clutching at his dragon, and staggered towards Dagur. "The next time you wish to fight, take this into consideration," the chief shoot an icy glare at his archenemy, "We have dragons and we are not afraid to use them," his voice near menacing and serious.

Hiccup turned to leave, still clutching at Toothless. A smirk crept across Dagur's face. "So do we…Hiccup" he muttered, leaving the boy quite confused. The Haddock boy turned around, being left completely mouth agape. A huge Screaming Death soared into the sky followed by small newborns Whispering Deaths. The whole village flinched to such a sight. Dagur laughed evilly, leaving a growl that echoed everywhere. Berk was doomed.

Okay, that's the first chapter of the main part of Changes. Just to know, Dagur has also grown up along with the other Vikings. However, I don't actually know his age but I think he must be around 24 or 25 years old. Anyways, there's some Rufflout on the battlefield coming next. I hope you liked it. Don't forget to follow, add to favourite or tell me about mistakes. Please leave a review. Thank you all! You rock!