Hi everyone. Sorry this took a while. I'm trying to work on getting a good balance between working and writing. I hope I gave you enough action and humor in this chapter.

Chapter 4

Dragon Island was just like I remembered it: Foggy with dangerous rocks jutting out from the ocean. Many Viking ships were lost in there, but dragons can navigate just fine. Dragon Island was still incredibly rocky with very few plants growing there. I could understand why Gronckles would live there, but Deadly Nadders, Monstrous Nightmares, and Hideous Zipplebacks? It didn't make sense.

I remember all the trips Dad took me on to study the dragons who haven't been trained yet. One year a Monstrous Nightmare nearly took my hand off. It took Toothless and Stormfly to chase that dragon off.

Let's just say Mom and Dad did not take me back for a while.

This time was going to be different. This time I was going to find a dragon of my own. First I needed to find one.

Toothless looked at me as I dismounted. Night Furies were so full of curiosity. I never got bored of seeing him look at me with those big eyes.

I patted him on the head. "It'll be okay Toothless. I'll be back," Even though I wasn't scared I could tell Toothless was worried. Why was he scared? Dad will still be with him.

Mom scratched Stormfly under the chin before coming over to me. "You got your shield?"

Why would she ask that when she could see it on my arm? I showed it to her anyway. I also showed my axe to her before she could ask. Now I know that you may be wondering why I was carrying an axe when we don't fight dragons anymore? Let's just say not all Vikings were fond of the idea of more dragon riders.

She stroked my hair one last time before saying, "Remember, just because you don't find a dragon today doesn't mean you're not good enough. It just means your dragon probably isn't on this island."

"Mom," I said smiling.
She smiled before hugging me. "I love you,"

I hugged her back. "Love you too, Mom,"

Dad joined in on the family hug. Before I could say anything Toothless decided he wanted to join in. The result was we all found ourselves lying on the rocky beach with a heavy dragon on top of us.

"Toothless! Come on!" Dad told him. Toothless quickly got up while we picked ourselves up from the rocks. Those are not comfortable to lie on.

I gave Dad a quick hug before he got back on Toothless. Mom waved at me as Stormfly took off. I stood there with Berk's next generation as the rest of the island flew back to Berk.

I looked at Cami. She had a metal circlet on while her blonde hair was braided like her mother's was when she was our age. She was wearing a green tunic with her white fur gloves. Her pants were dyed blue and the fur liners on her boots were light brown while the rest were dark brown. She had a sword sheathed on her belt in addition to her shield strapped to her back.

She smiled at me. "Isn't this exciting? We're going to find our dragons!"

"Yeah. Try not to act surprised when I come back to Berk with another Night Fury," Mucklout said. He had a helmet with spikes designed like a Monstrous Nightmare's headset. He was also wearing a black fur cape as if he were the chief or something. Come to think of it everything he wore was black. He also had a chain mail shirt with a bludgeon on his back. He wasn't carrying a shield. Not the smartest thing to do in my opinion, but he wasn't big on smart. He also had a necklace of discarded dragon teeth as if that somehow made him tougher.

"Mucklout, our parents have spent years searching for another Night Fury. What makes you think you're just going to find another one today?" I asked him.

He looked at me. "Your parents were looking for Night Furies. Mine were being the best!"
"Who cares about Night Furies? Can you imagine if we can get a Whispering Death, or a Typhoomerang? Oh, how awesome would it be to get a Skrill?" Buffnut asked. He was dressed in a yellow tunic with a black fur vest. He had no gauntlets, but his boots were similar to mine. He was carrying a one-bladed axe in addition to his shield.

Duffnut rolled her eyes. She didn't have a helmet, but her hair was braided in long strands. Her red tunic and brown paints made her look…silly. I'm sorry, but I don't have much of a fashion sense.

Then again I never met a Viking that really cared about fashion.

"You guys can stay here talking about what dragons you want. I've got a Night Fury to find," Mucklout said as he walked off. He was the only one to go it alone. The cousins did everything together, and…well I knew Cami wouldn't let me do this on my own.

The sun was setting and we still couldn't find our dragons. The Deadly Nadders we found tried to spike us. Cami and I had to throw our shields and weapons away to get them to trust us long enough to smooth out their tale spikes. I've thought about it, but the Deadly Nadder wasn't the dragon for Cami or me.

The Gronckles were all snoring when we approached them. We decided to let them be. I didn't want to risk them being cranky whenever they woke up. Besides they were too slow for our taste.

The Monstrous Nightmares chased us away as soon as they saw us. I tried to show them the proper respect they deserved, but they weren't interested in a gentle pat on the nose. They were interested in Viking hands in their stomachs.

The Hideous Zipplebacks just played pranks on us. They kept spraying their gasses into every hiding place imaginable and ignited them. They even took my shield and threw it around. They might've enjoyed the game but I didn't. Those things towered over me, which made getting the shield back very difficult. It was only when I jumped off a cliff that I got it back.

That's when they started chasing Cami and me.

We were walking through a canyon. I couldn't believe it. Neither of us found the right dragon. I was so sure Cami would've gone for the Monstrous Nightmare.

"Well, this is going to be humiliating," Cami summed up what I was feeling.

I looked at her sadly. "I was so sure this was the day. Why could neither of us find the right dragon? Most Vikings find one on Dragon Island,"

She shrugged. "Maybe we were just hoping for something different from the classics," When she saw my expression hadn't changed she added, "At least it can't get any worse. Unless Mucklout did find another Night Fury,"

I heard something. "Get down!" I said as I grabbed Cami and forced us to the ground. Something whizzed over my head and crashed against a rock. I looked to see it was a net.

"Get them!" I heard several voices cry out. I held up my axe as Cami drew her sword. Judging from their armor and huge bodies these Vikings were some of the biggest dragon haters in the archipelago.

"Berserkers," Cami growled. One swung at her with a bludgeon. She blocked it with her shield and struck out with her sword. She managed to cut his arm. The berserker growled and swung at her. Cami did a back flip and got out of harm's way.

I ducked from a sword swing, and swung my axe at the guy. I actually managed to knock the sword out of his hand. I had no time to enjoy this because then another Berserker swung his fist at me. OW! Next thing I knew I was lying on my back while stars danced over my head.

"Well, well, well. Look what I've caught," I heard a voice said. The Berserkers parted and I found myself staring up at a really creepy Berserker. His face had more battle scars than it did war paint, and his helmet had really long horns. From the crazy look on his face and the way the Berserkers obeyed him I knew there was only one person he could be.

"Dagur," I groaned.

He chuckled. "So Hiccup did manage a kid after all," he grabbed me by the tunic and brought me to my feet. "Guess you only got your mother's looks. She was tough as any berserker."

I head-butted him. It hurt, but it still felt good. I didn't like him talking about my parents badly. I made a go for my shield, but a Berserker grabbed it. I looked at my axe only to see it in Dagur's hands.

"I never imagined any runt of Hiccup's ever carrying a weapon. I thought you left all the fighting to your dragons now," Dagur taunted.

I growled. "The weapons are for Vikings like you,"

He smiled. "I didn't know Berk was so generous like this,"

"I meant to be buried in your skull," I clarified.

"Oohh, I see you've got your mother's spirit too," Dagur laughed before turning serious. "That's not going to help you though. Tie them up and take them back to the ships,"

Cami and I were tried so tight I doubt even a Timberjack could've sliced through our ropes. The Berserkers were not gentle with us either. They made sure we hit every branch and boulder on their way back to their ships.

"You'll be sorry when Berk hears about this. They have tracking dragons and they will come looking for us!" Cami said.

Dagur looked at her. "Oh we're aware, and we'll take care of that,"

When we finally made it back to their ships they just tossed us in the back like we were sacks of food. Before either of us could say anything they threw something really sticky and smelly on us. Oh I really do not want to know what it was.

"Eew. What is this stuff?" I heard Buffnut ask. I looked to see Mucklout, Buffnut, and Duffnut were also tied up and covered with this gunk.

Dagur chuckled. "Oh something I came up with that can mess with the smell of even the most trained Rumblehorn," he gave us that really creepy smile. "And I wouldn't bet on search parties coming out for you. You see, Berk, and every other island in your little alliance, will be facing a big problem."

There you have it. Berk's next generation already has their hands full. Next time we'll see the island of the Berserkers.