The Raiders had just achieved their greatest victory, maybe even the greatest victory in the history of the Archipelago. The armada had single-handedly crippled the great Hooligan tribe of Berk but the best part was what they left behind for a chief. The notorious Stoick the Vast was now going to be nothing more than an empty husk of his former self.

The leader of the Raiders, Ragnar the Radical, had the perfect plan with a goal of embarrassment and a refreshed reputation for his men. No more would they be scoffed off as simple marauders, no they were reborn tonight as the most vicious and technical fleet that has ever sailed these waters. Their name would invoke fear to all within the Archipelago.

But the actual execution of said plan ended up being so much better than he, or anyone, could have ever imagined. Now rather than having some large, loud mouth, old Viking, that they needed dragon class weapons to subdue, on his deck he had the future of Berk wrapped up in one scrawny boy. Now all that remained was figuring out his final play to end the game once and for all.

Part of him couldn't help but ponder the idea of manipulating the boy to their side, the Raider's would be unstoppable and oh the sweet glory. Successfully converting the son of Stoick would be precious but Ragnar knew better than to even try. He had heard of Hiccup Haddock's stubbornness. His morals alone are infamous; they may even be what made him the first man to ride a dragon. As much as Ragnar loved a challenge even he knew when there was no point. No, the simplest answer was the only answer; cut him loose.

He was sure to make it entertaining though, for just because Ragnar couldn't use Stoick's son as a toy didn't mean he was completely useless. They had crippled Berk greater than any enemy that came before them tonight, Ragnar figured what would be the point if they didn't just downright destroy their remaining spirit.

One could not question that Ragnar was a brilliant man but being so caused him to have one major flaw, he became quite bored and thus disinterested very easily. Therefore with every battle, or the way he saw them, game, he squeezed as much entertainment as he possibly could before moving on to the next one. With this game, there was only one real move that could greater accomplish a sense of satisfaction. It was time to leave Stoick the Vast, the most revered Viking in the Archipelago, and his Hooligans with nothing, not even a sliver of hope.

It was decided. Ragnar looked back at Berk and was sure that even though they had reached a significant distance away they were still in view enough to make his spectacle. If there was one thing that the Raiders never got tired of, it was an act of destruction.

"Final play, boys," instructed Ragnar, "let's lose the kid and leave the Hooligans with nothing but sorrow." The Raiders cheered in agreement for they knew what was coming would be glorious. Ragnar had taught his men long ago, nothing was better than crushing a Viking's spirit.

With an outstretched hand, Ragnar looked at one of his men, as the rest were getting into place for their escape, and instructed "blow horn," for he was about to deliver his final address.

"Stoick," the man called out with his voice amplifier with the horn, "here's to your future." And with those parting words, Ragnar's men pulled up a tied up and gagged Hiccup, who had large bounder in his hands, most likely to ensure he wouldn't surface so easily. Though he knew they wouldn't be able to see it Hiccup gave one last strong look to his home, praying to the Gods that they would be safe, that Toothless and his father would be okay. And then with great spectacle, the Raider's pushed the one-legged Viking into the sea.

Back on the shores of Berk the people could do nothing but watch in horror as Hiccup was pushed overboard. What came next was a ferocious roar followed by a desperate Toothless jumping off the docks and began swimming towards where his rider was left to drown.

The dragon wasn't the only one left scrambling at the events that just unfolded. "Hiccup!" called out a newly released Stoick, pain overflowing. He was quick in trying to follow the dragon's lead and attempted to dive into the ocean to save his son, only to be stopped by his fellow Vikings.

"Think before you leap," stated Gobber.

"Out of my way," Stoick said as he pushed his friend away, "that's my son out there." And with those words, Stoick dove into the sea and followed Toothless in an emotional attempt to save to their boy.

All the while Astrid was frozen in place, until she finally found her voice and began to call out for, "Stormfly, Stormfly!" She knew she needed her dragon to save Hiccup before it was too late. And she wasn't the only one, the rest of the riders from the Academy were all scrambling with shock, looking for the dragons while trying to think of what to do. It seemed that the only ones who had any actual direction right now was Stoick and Toothless, both of whom dove head first into the sea and began swimming towards where Hiccup was thrown.


Though it felt like mere moments had passed since the people of Berk witnessed the Raiders throw Hiccup Haddock overboard, the fact was that hours had passed. As the sun was beginning to rise after what may have been the longest night, there was still no sign of Hiccup anywhere, dead or alive.

By now the dragon riders and almost all of the boats from Berk joined in the search. The riders were searching in a larger radius, including some small islands nearby, hoping he might have somehow washed up despite his restrains. Back on the ships, the Vikings dropped fishnets in the hopes of retrieving, well anything really. Though they were all still desperately looking the reality was that no one really knew what exactly they were looking for. That is, everyone except for Toothless.

Since the moment Hiccup was pushed in Toothless had been in the water, all in the desperate desire to find his rider. The only the times he had come to the surface other than to get air was to pull Stoick out of the water when the Berk ships had arrived at their location and to get his battled worn tail replaced by Gobber.

That being said, the Hooligans were still equally desperate in finding their future chief, but the difference was that Toothless was caring more hope than anyone. Just as Hiccup had always been able to have faith in his dragon, Toothless had an equally strong hope when it came to his rider.

Once again Toothless came out for air but this time he climbed aboard the ship Stoick was on, this time having a new sense of urgency.

When he saw Toothless, Stoick noticed that there was something in the dragon's mouth and asked, "what is it, what did you find Toothless?"

Toothless dropped the contents in front of a hopeful Chief but when he saw Hiccup's stump and the rope he presumed Hiccup was tied in, he wasn't sure what to think. For hours know all Stoick had wanted was to know that his son was okay, a sign that he was fighting to survive but now that he had one, he only felt more hollow.

"But where's Hiccup," asked Stoick. He looked into the dragon's eyes, which reflected the same emotions he had; sorrow, concern, hope, and fear. Noticing this only caused Stoick to look to the sea and wonder when, if ever, he would to see his son again.

"We'll find him, Toothless," said Stoick in a sure yet unsteady voice as he placed a hand on the dragon's head, "our boy would never go down that easy."

Toothless cooed in response to Stoick thus reassuring the chief that he wasn't alone and that together they would find him, even if they had to search the entire Archipelago.