I am back everyone. Thank for being so patient with me while I was on vacation. So now begins the Defenders of Berk season. So far only one person has taken a guess at my challenge so far. I'm sorry, DoctorWhoXX, the crossover will not be Eragon. Keep guessing, everyone. And review at the end of the chapter. I want to see how I am measuring up to the previous installments in the series. I'll announce what the series will be once I get up to Episode 15 or so in the Defenders of Berk series.

CHALLENGE: After this installment of the Dragon Trainer, Dragon Speaker series ends, I am doing another installment that will be a crossover. What story do you think I'll be crossing HTTYD with? Be warned, it is not an easy answer.

Previous answers:

Eragon


Fishlegs was tied up in a cave. He struggled to get free. "I won't talk. You can't make me."

"Oh, I think we can," a raspy voice said.

The torches went out, plunging the cave into darkness.

"Hello?" he called, starting to panic. "Is anyone there? You can't leave me here in the dark! Okay, Hiccup is the leader of the Berk Dragon Academy. He rides a Night Fury named Toothless. Then there's Astrid. She's mean, but in a nice way. Her dragon is a Deadly Nadder, shoots spines, loves chicken. Snotlout rides a Monstrous Nightmare. We're not actually sure who's more monstrous, him or the dragon. And then there's the twins. They share a Zippleback, actually they fight over it. And then there's Grim. He can talk to dragons. He rides a Baleful Banshee, a dragon that can turn invisible and has a bloodcurdling scream."

There was a high-pitched scream and a plasma blast lit the torches. The riders were looking at Fishlegs in disappointment. Meatlug and Toothless were on either side of Fishlegs.

"What?" cried Fishlegs. "You know I hate the dark!"

"Great. Fishlegs," Tuffnut scoffed. "More like Guppylegs. Oh, geez."

"Fishlegs, you can't cave in," said Hiccup. "Alvin will do a lot more than turn out the light to get you to talk. He had Grim and me locked in a dungeon ready to be executed. Toothless and Deathshriek were chained and muzzled for days. You need to stick with what we discussed: your name, where you live, and nothing else."

"All right, I'll work on it," said Fishlegs.

Astrid turned away. "Mean? I'm not mean."

Snotlout followed her. "It's okay, Astrid. I like mean girls."

"Ugh!" scoffed Astrid.

The others left, leaving Meatlug and Fishlegs in the dark.

"Hey, girl," said Fishlegs. "Can you untie me?"

Meatlug replied by licking his face and settling down for a nap.

"Please?" he begged.


"Grounded?" Hiccup and Grim said in unison when Stoick told them. They were down by the docks preparing the ships for battle if they needed to fight.

"All the dragons?" Hiccup asked. "Are you serious?"

"Deadly serious," replied Stoick. "From this point forward there's a ban on flying. Period."

"What about patrolling?" asked Hiccup. "Training?"

"Deathshriek and I were going to go back to our island to see our friends," Grim said. "I promised we would go."

Toothless and Deathshriek looked at each other. Fearcloak gave a small cry of alarm from Grim's back.

"What part of ban on flight did you not understand?" Stoick asked them.

"That's ridiculous," said Hiccup.

"Absurdity at its zenith," Grim added.

Stoick turned to look at the work the other Vikings were doing. "I want that wall higher!" He turned back to his sons. "Are you calling your father ridiculous and absurd?"

"Of course not," said Hiccup. "I would never call my father ridiculous. I'm calling my chief ridiculous."

From behind the dragons, a support beam fell over, sending them scurrying. A Viking went to retrieve it, but left it when he saw the Haddock family having an argument.

"Careful, sons," said Stoick. "You too, dragons." He turned and continued his way up the docks. "Put your backs into it, boys."

Hiccup and Grim followed.

"Dad, Alvin has his own dragons," Hiccup continued. "Changewings, Scauldrons, Whispering Deaths, I saw them." He gestured to Grim. "We saw them with our own eyes."

"Yes," said Stoick, turning back to them. "When you were kidnapped and locked up in an Outcast prison."

"He's also read the Book of Dragons," Hiccup pressed. He ran in front of Stoick to force him to stop walking. "He's seen Astrid train a Monstrous Nightmare. And he still has Mildew, who, by the way, I really doubt will hold up under questioning."

"Hiccup," said Stoick.

Hiccup cut him off. "If Alvin learns how to train his dragons and he attacks with them, our only chance is to fight back with ours."

Stoick put his hands on Hiccup's shoulders. "I understand that. But I'm not going to risk your life, Grim's life, or the lives of any of your dragon riders. This is my final word."

Stoick walked away.

"This is not good," said Grim.

Hiccup turned to Grim. "And why didn't you support me more?"

"I am in no condition to get into a shouting match with Stoick," said Grim, touching his nose carefully. The bruising had faded some on Grim's face and the swelling was down completely thanks to Gothi. He still reminded Hiccup of Deathshriek when he showed his white markings. "I will talk to him later. I may be able to talk some sense into him. You go to the Academy and tell the others about the ban and I'll try to talk to Stoick."

"Okay. Thanks, Grim." Hiccup ran off to the Academy, Toothless following him.

"No flying?" Fearcloak asked. "How are we going to keep all the dragons from flying? It's not good for them. We have wings for a reason. And I wasn't born to walk on the ground constantly."

"I think you smaller dragons will have no trouble gliding low over town," said Grim. He turned to Deathshriek. "I am sorry. I did not know he would put a ban into place."

"Better tell Axewing and Grindheart," said Deathshriek. "I doubt Grindheart would care, but Axewing will be furious."

Grim sighed. "I hope I'll be able to explain everything to them." He touched his nose again.

"I will speak if it makes it easier for you," Deathshriek said.

Grim gave a small nod.

The three of them went to find Axewing and Grindheart. They were hiding in a cave in the forest. Grindheart was deep in the cave's shadow while Axewing was basking in what little sunlight there was at the mouth of the cave.

Axewing heard them coming. "Grim, Deathshriek. Why are you not flying?"

"Stoick has put a ban on flight," said Grim.

"What?" said Axewing. "He cannot! It will upset the natural order of everything! Dragons have wings to fly. What are we to do?"

"I will speak to Stoick later," Grim promised. "He is in no mood to listen. My hope is that once he calms down, I'll be able to talk some sense into him."

Fearcloak looked around Grim's head. "I'm not happy about this either."

"No one is," said Grim. "I needed to tell you before you go flying around."

"Well, be quick about it," Axewing hissed. "I am not scratching up my belly because some fool doesn't want us flying."

Grim nodded. He climbed onto Deathshriek's back and Deathshriek walked back to the village. They found Thornado on the cliffs. The Thunder Drum looked like he wanted to fly. He also didn't have his saddle on.

"Thornado," Grim addressed.

"Ah, young Grim," Thornado rumbled. "How are you today?"

"We could be better," Grim admitted. "Have you seen Stoick?"

"He is still down at the docks," Thornado replied. He looked down. "See?"

Grim looked down and didn't only see Stoick, but heard him as well.

"What is Stoick thinking with grounding all of us?" Deathshriek grumbled, looking at the Viking chief.

"He is looking out for Hiccup," Thornado replied. "He is afraid Alvin will come after him again. I don't blame him. Hiccup is fragile. The boy looks like he'll break if you play too rough with him."

"I can understand that," said Grim. "But keeping him from flying isn't going to solve anything."

"I know," said Thornado. "But I cannot tell him that. You can, Grim."

"Thank you, Thornado."

Grim walked down the docks to talk to Stoick. "Stoick, I must speak with you."

Stoick sighed. "Not now, Grim. I'm busy."

"I believe the men can go a few minutes without you shouting orders at them," Grim said.

"This is about the dragons, isn't it?" Stoick said.

Grim nodded.

"I told you my decision was final," said Stoick.

"Stoick, banning the dragons from flying is not going to solve anything," said Grim. "It will only cause more trouble."

Stoick started to walk away and up to the house.

Grim followed. "How can grounding the dragons stop the Outcasts from coming? It will not. You are taking away Berk's first warning alarm and its defenses."

"Grim, you can argue all you want," said Stoick. "I am not changing my mind. If the dragons are grounded, the riders will be less likely to be hurt."

"Stoick, I have yet to begin to argue," said Grim.

By this time, they had reached the front door of the house. Thornado and Deathshriek were watching them with interest. Fearcloak clung to Grim's shirt.

"I am not a dragon you can teach to ride," said Stoick.

Grim and Stoick went inside.

"No, you are acting like an old stubborn dragon," said Grim, becoming aggravated. "You and Thornado are certainly a pair."

From outside the dragons were listening in.

"Hey!" Thornado barked indignantly.

"Hush!" Grim shouted out to Thornado. He turned back to Stoick. "I am not saying this because I want to go on my trip. I am not saying this because I want to go flying. I am speaking for the dragons. This is not good for them."

For a few seconds, Grim thought he had gotten through to Stoick.

"I understand that you worry about the dragons," Stoick said.

Grim nodded.

"But I am trying to keep everyone, riders and dragons, safe," said Stoick.

Grim's face twisted into a dark look. "Stoick, the Vikings have always said a downed dragon is a dead dragon. Grounding them is hurting them, both physically and emotionally. Dragons have wings so they can fly. You do not know how damaging it can be to their spirits if they are not able to fly. On top of that, dragons like Axewing and Grindheart do not have legs to walk. Grindheart has no problem travelling using tunnels, but Axewing's body is not made for slithering on the ground. He needs to be able to fly."

"Grim, I am not changing my mind," said Stoick.

"Have you been listening to me?" Grim said, raising his voice.

"Have you been listening to me?" Stoick shot back, raising his voice as well.

"Yes, and it is the same old tune," Grim growled. "You are hurting the dragons!"

"I am the chief!" boomed Stoick. "You will listen to me!"

Fearcloak decided to leave. He jumped off of Grim's back and hurried out the door.

"They are really going at it in there," Fearcloak said to Thornado and Deathshriek.

"Stoick is as stubborn as a Thunder Drum," Thornado said proudly.

"And Grim is as strong as the winter is cold," Deathshriek added.

"I guess we'll see who's stronger," said Fearcloak.

It was an easy task listening in on them. Stoick and Grim were in a shouting match. Some people thought the dragons were fighting. The three dragons quietly watch from outside, listening to every word.

"Wow, they're really going at it," said Hiccup. He had walked over to see what all the noise was about.

Toothless looked at the group and sat down to watch the sun set. He wanted to go flying. Instead, Hiccup turned around and went to the forge.

It was past dusk when the shouting stopped. It ended with Grim slamming the front door and storming down the steps in a fury. It didn't match the one he unleased at Mildew, but it was certainly close.

"Stoick one, Grim zero," Fearcloak mumbled.

Grim heard and hissed at Fearcloak. He continued passed the dragons, grumbling angrily in what could have been Dragonese or another language.

Toothless decided to get up and moved. He walked over to Hiccup and hit him in the head with his tail.

"Ow! What?" Hiccup asked.

"You know what," Toothless growled.

Hiccup turned back to what he was doing.

Toothless came up behind him and butted him in the back. "Let's go flying," he demanded.

"Toothless, you have to relax." Hiccup pointed to a corner of the forge.

Toothless walked into the corner and sat down. "Come on, Hiccup. We do every night." He perked up his ear fins and gave a gummy smile. "Please?"

Hiccup made a gesture for Toothless to lay down.

"Fine." Toothless lay down and made an annoyed sound at Hiccup before turning away from him.

"Nice to have you in the shop, Hiccup," said Gobber, coming over with a sword. "Usually you and Toothless are out enjoying a beautiful evening flight around the island at this hour. Of course, you can't do that anymore, not with the ban on flying and all."

Hiccup stopped what he was doing and glared at Gobber.

"Eh, shame about that," Gobber said. "So, what are we making?"

Hiccup picked up what he was working on. It was a shield with Toothless painted on it.

Gobber was surprised. "All this work for a shield?"

"Well, it not just a shield," said Hiccup.

He activated a switch. The center hub opened up and shot out a grappling hook. It wrapped around Gobber and pulled Hiccup to him. There was an awkward moment of silence.

"Handy," Gobber commented.

Hiccup had the cable wind back into the shield and the hub closed. "If we can't ride the dragons, we have to defend ourselves somehow." He put the shield back on the

"You know, Hiccup," said Gobber, "your father is just doing what's best for you. He's trying to keep you safe."

"I know," said Hiccup. "But the problem is the safest place for me is on Toothless."

Toothless let out a small warble.

"Well, I'll leave you to it," said Gobber. "I imagine you'll be here quite a while. Too bad really. Have you seen that moon? I can't imagine a more beautiful night for a flight."

Hiccup turned around from his shield and glared at Gobber.

"I did it again, didn't I?" said Gobber. He walked away.

When Hiccup turned back, Toothless was right in his face. He roared softly.

"Ugh!" Hiccup put his hand up to wave the stench of Toothless' breath away. "I know what you're thinking and you might as well forget it."

Toothless looked up at the moon.

Hiccup gazed up at the moon as well.


Grim was snarling and pacing.

"You certainly make an impressive sight when you are angry, Grim," Grindheart commented.

Axewing agreed. The young dragon speaker was dressed in his dragon scale clothes. With Fearcloak on his back, in the pale moonlight, Grim looked like a dragon.

"Don't be so upset," Fearcloak said to Grim. "Stoick will come around."

Grim hissed angrily and continued to pace. "He better come around soon before someone is hurt!" he said in Whispering Death dialect, a more hissing, rasping speech. His nose was throbbing from all the yelling had done and using the hissing speech gave him some reprieve.

Grim spent the rest of the night and most of the day out with the dragons in the forest. He caught his breakfast, a wild boar, on his own and had Deathshriek start a fire for him to roast the meat. After Grim had his fill, he gave the rest to Deathshriek, Grindheart, Axewing, and Fearcloak.

"Grim!"

Grim perked his head up at Hiccup's voice. Feeling more than a little agitated after his fight with Stoick, he decided to have a little fun.

Hiccup wandered the forest. "Grim!" he called again.

Hiccup was knocked to the ground and pinned. He looked up and saw Grim poised for attack.

"It's me! Don't kill me!" yelled Hiccup.

Grim got off of Hiccup and helped him to his feet. "I know."

"I need to talk to you," said Hiccup.

"Hiccup, if this is about what happened between Stoick and me last night, I will not apologize," Grim said. "I have done nothing wrong."

"I wasn't going to say anything about that," said Hiccup.

Grim was a little confused. "Then why did you come looking for me? I find it difficult to believe Stoick has reversed his decision about ban on flight."

"What would you say about joining Dragon Flight Club?" asked Hiccup.

"What?" Grim asked with a frown.

"Just meet me at the Dragon Academy," said Hiccup. "The others will meet us there. Oh, and don't tell anyone. The first rule of Dragon Flight Club is that there is no Dragon Flight Club."

Grim smirked.


At sunset, everyone met at the Academy.

"Okay, Dragon Flight Club members," said Hiccup, pacing in front of the waiting dragon trainers. "You know why you're here."

"Huh! Speak for yourself," said Tuffnut.

Hiccup ignored him. "We need to be ready for riders on any type of dragon. From a Typhoomerang to a Scauldron to a Changewing, even a Whispering Death. So, I've put together some training exercises."

Snotlout interrupted by making a mocking sound. "Can we go already?"

Hookfang roared, eager to get off the ground.

Hiccup rolled his eyes. "Let's mount up. First stop, Changewing Island!"

They flew to the island where the Changewings lived. It was completely dark now, but there was a bright moon out.

"Oh, yeah!" said Tuffnut. "Stones of good fortune, a lifetime of good luck. I can't wait to get my hands on one of those."

"Tuffnut, we've been over this," Astrid called. "Those are not stones of good fortune. Those are dragon eggs."

"And leave them alone," Fishlegs added. "Please? I really don't want to revisit the Changewing debacle."

"You may have to, Fishlegs," said Grim, Deathshriek coming up along Meatlug's side. "From what I understand, you were very brave to stand your ground in front of four mother Changewings."

Fishlegs' face lit up. "You think so?"

"Certainly," Grim said with a nod of respect. "It takes a great amount of courage to face your fears, especially when they have teeth and claws and are able to swallow you in one bite."

"A Changewing could not possibly eat Fishlegs in one bite," said Deathshriek.

Grim smiled.

The dragons swooped around and quickened their pace.

They arrived at the island. The trees were glowing with Changewing eggs.

"Certainly a sight to behold," Grim said, looking at the trees.

The dragons landed in some sturdy trees and watched a herd of boars. Now and then, a Changewing would appear and snarl and they separated one boar from the herd.

"Changewings hunt like wolves," said Hiccup. "One dragon lures a single boar from the herd."

"Then the other Changewings surround it," Fishlegs added.

The Changewings surrounded their boar.

"Hey!" Tuffnut said. "Don't we know that boar?"

"Yeah, we do," said Ruffnut. "That's Bjorn Boar."

"Are they serious?" Astrid said.

Tuffnut pointed a finger at the Changewings. "You leave Bjorn alone!"

"Clearly they are," Hiccup said.

The Changewings were looking up at them.

"You're on your own, Bjorn!" Tuffnut said.

The Changewings began firing acid in their direction. The riders took off and flew through the trees. The acid blasts eroded through tree trunks and trees fell in front of them.

"Keep your distance!" Hiccup yelled. "Their acid is only effective at close range!"

"Not very comforting when you're on the slowest dragon!" Fishlegs yelled. He wimpered to Meatlug. "Sorry, girl. It had to be said."

"There's too many of them!" Snotlout shouted. "And they come out of nowhere!"

Grim looked up at the sky. "If they have nothing to camouflage against, they will not have the advantage!"

"Up! Up!" Astrid commanded Stormfly.

The dragons climbed into the sky. Stormfly shot spines and Toothless used his plasma blasts at the Changewings.

"What did I say about the Changewing debacle?" Fishlegs called. "Was no one listening?"


Hiccup and Grim slept late the next morning. Hiccup only got up when Toothless started jumping on the roof and demanding a ride. Grim stayed in bed, his dragon more than content to sleep a bit more himself.

When Grim did get up, Fearcloak jumped on his favorite trainer's back, his talons digging into Grim's pale skin.

"Easy, Fearcloak. I don't have my dragon scale tunic on yet," Grim grimaced in pain slightly.

Fearcloak arranged his wings so they were wrapped around Grim's shoulders instead of having the talons digging into his bare shoulders.

"Are you going to let me get dressed?"

"No," replied Fearcloak.

Grim picked up his tunic and carried with him as he went outside. "Good morning, Thornado."

Said Thunder Drum looked at him. "Grim, good to see you in a better mood than seething like you were yesterday. The extra sleep did you good."

"Are you saying I was cranky?" Grim asked.

Thornado grunted. "No one knows with you,"

Grim hissed and batted playfully at Thornado as he walked passed. He noticed something. "Thornado, is that a new saddle?"

"It is," replied Thornado. "Gobber put it on this morning. What do you think?"

Grim looked at the saddle. "It certainly is superb work. Then again, I have not known Gobber to do anything half-way. He is an excellent smith."

"You should tell him that," said Thornado.

"I will," said Grim. He walked away and wondered why Gobber would have made a new saddle for Thornado with the ban in effect. Grim hummed.

"What is it, Grim?" Fearcloak asked.

"I'm not quite sure," Grim replied.


After dark, when everyone was supposed to be in bed, the riders snuck out and went to another island.

They knelt down around spiral scorch marks on the ground.

"Much like the rings inside a tree, the scorch mark can tell you the age and thus the size of the Typhoomerang in question," said Fishlegs.

Hiccup ran his hand over the mark. "Still warm."

"Which means it wasn't here too long ago," said Astrid.

"And, if you look at the mark, you can tell which way it came and which way it's headed," said Fishlegs with a satisfied hum.

Snotlout stood up. "I know which way it's headed without all that stupid stuff."

"Oh, really?" Astrid said. "Where's it going?"

"It's not," Snotlout with a look of fear on his face. "It's coming. At us. Right now!" He pointed at the incoming dragon.

The dragon blew fire at them.

"Anything else we need to learn?" Hiccup asked.

"No!" said Tuffnut.

"We're good!" Ruffnut yelled.

They jumped back onto their dragons and got back into the air. They flew over the water.

Tuffnut looked down. "Hey, Hiccup!"

"Yes, Tuffnut?" Hiccup called back.

"When did your dad join Dragon Flight Club?" he asked.

"He didn't," replied Hiccup.

"Oh," said Tuffnut. "Weird. Because he's right there." He pointed below them.

They looked down and heard Thornado roar. Stoick was flying just below them.

"Just what I suspected," Grim muttered.

"Wha? Aw!" Hiccup let his head drop forward in annoyance. "Quick, evasive cloud maneuvers!"

They ascended into the clouds.

"We have to stay up here in the clouds until we're right over town," said Hiccup.

"What are you two doing?" cried Astrid.

Barf and Belch's heads appeared below the clouds, hanging the twins upside down.

"We can't see in the clouds," said Tuffnut.

"Yeah, it's too cloudy," said Ruffnut.

"Uh, you guys?" Hiccup called. "If your heads are out of the clouds, my dad can see you."

Thornado roared and Stoick was flying him up to the clouds.

"I'm not going to disagree with you there," said Tuffnut.

"All right, guys, split up!" Hiccup ordered. "Head home. And please keep the dragons out of sight."

Everyone flew off in different directions.

"You can't all get away!" they heard Stoick roared.

Deathshriek and Toothless flew back to the village and went into steep dives. At the very last second, they opened their wings. Deathshriek and Grim went in through the large window first, Toothless and Hiccup following.

"This never happened," said Hiccup, jumping into bed.

Toothless and Deathshriek hurried to their sleeping slabs.

Grim turned invisible and hovered by the window.

"Get in bed," whispered Hiccup, hearing his brother moving around.

"I will," Grim replied. He watched Thornado swoop down. "Stoick's going after Fishlegs."

"Oh, great," muttered Hiccup. "Let's hope Fishlegs can hold it together."


The next night they met up at Dragon Academy.

"He put the screws to me," Fishlegs said. "I thought I was going to crack. Especially when the lights went out. But I held firm. Because I know the first rule of Dragon Flight Club is there is no Dragon Flight Club."

The twins sighed.

"Oh, great," said Tuffnut. "Not that again."

"You did great, Fishlegs," said Hiccup.

"So what are we doing tonight?" Ruffnut asked.

"Nothing," replied Hiccup.

"That doesn't sound fun at all," complained Tuffnut.

"Look, my dad is on to us," said Hiccup. "It's important that we lay low until this blows over. We need to be invisible."

As soon as the words left his mouth, they heard Snotlout yelling as he rode in on a flaming Hookfang.

Hiccup put his hand to his head. "Snotlout, what did I tell you? No dragons!"

"Yeah!" Tuffnut piped up. "Even I knew that."

Hiccup let out an exasperated sigh. "What's so important, anyway?"

Snotlout put his elbow on Hookfang's head and leaned against it. "Let's just say I may have saved this entire island. Alvin and the Outcasts are attacking as we speak."

"Alvin," muttered Hiccup.

"So what do we do now?" Astrid asked.

For the first time that night, Grim spoke up. "We do what we trained to do."

The brothers ran home. They found Stoick sleeping in a chair.

"Dad, wake up," said Hiccup. "Dad!" He put his hand on Stoick's arm.

Stoick woke up abruptly and grabbed his axe with one hand and hoisted Hiccup in the air with the other.

Grim acted fast, jumping onto Stoick's axe arm.

"Dad, it's me. Please, don't chop me," Hiccup said.

"Hiccup!" Stoick yelled. "What did I tell you about sneaking up on me when I'm asleep?" He put Hiccup down and Grim let go of Stoick's arm. He turned to put his axe away.

Hiccup rubbed at his neck. "Okay! It's not fun for me, either. But this is an emergency. The Outcasts are sailing towards Berk."

Stoick stopped and turned around. "And how would you know that?"

"Do I really need to answer that question?" Hiccup asked nervously.

"I told you no flying, Hiccup," Stoick said, putting the axe away and grabbing his helmet.

"Yeah," said Hiccup. "By the way, I've been thinking about that. Uh, doesn't a ban on dragon flying pertain to all dragons? Even, oh, let's say a Thunder Drum?"

Stoick paused. He put his helmet on. "We'll talk about this later. Wake the others." He crossed the room to the door. "We'll need the full Academy."

He opened the door to see Fishlegs on the back of Meatlug looking at him.

"Hey, Chief," Fishlegs said. He got a determined smile on his face. Behind him were the rest of the riders and their dragons.


The dragons flew over the water with Stoick and Thornado leading. They saw the fleet of Outcast ships.

"I'm going to draw their first round of fire," said Stoick. "When they're reloading, you attack, but not before."

Hiccup and Grim nodded.

Stoick went down to attack.

The Outcasts fired their catapults. Thornado dodged and fired a sonic blast. The Outcasts then fired their crossbows. Another sonic blast knocked the arrows back to the ship. Stoick continued drawing their fire.

"Now, Hiccup!" he bellowed when he threw a rock he caught from a catapult back at a ship.

The riders came down to attack.

Cargo holds opened and several dragons flew out. Acid blasts were fired at the riders.

"Changewings!" shouted Grim.

The Changewings began flying towards Berk.

"We can't let them get to Berk!" Astrid shouted.

"If they go into town, they'll tear Berk apart and we won't be able to see them!" cried Fishlegs.

The riders intercepted the Changewings.

"Astrid, you and others herd them towards Changewing Island and make sure they don't head back this way," Hiccup ordered. "I'm going to help my dad."

"On it!" Astrid said.

"I'm coming with you!" Grim called, turning Deathshriek in the direction of the Outcast ships.

Toothless and Deathshriek attacked the Outcast ships. One of Toothless' plasma blasts combined with Thornado's sonic blast. The result was a purple explosion that sent sparks across the fleet.

"Dad, our shots combined!" Hiccup yelled.

"Hit them again!" Stoick ordered. "You, too, Grim!"

Deathshriek added his blue fire to the attack. Purple sparks and blue flames showered the Outcasts. The Outcasts turned around.

"They're retreating!" Hiccup cried.

"Well done, Hiccup, Grim," said Stoick.

"Thanks, Dad," said Hiccup.

The three of them turned around and flew back towards Berk.

Stoick looked over at Hiccup. "What is it?"

"I don't know," Hiccup said. "I just figured Alvin would have a little better plan than this."

"Let's just be thankful he didn't," Stoick said.

Grim came up along Hiccup. "I know what you mean. But even Alvin has his bad days. This may be all he had to work with."

Hiccup nodded and they went home.


We know better than that. We'll see how many reviews I get in the next couple hours and that will factor if I post another chapter before 9:00 p.m. eastern time tonight. I'm still taking guesses for my challenge, so you can submit your answers as well.

CHALLENGE: After this installment of the Dragon Trainer, Dragon Speaker series ends, I am doing another installment that will be a crossover. What story do you think I'll be crossing HTTYD with? Be warned, it is not a simple answer.

Previous answers:

Eragon