"No, no, no no. No, No, NO NO NO NO!" Cried the enraged leader of the Berserker tribe. "This is unacceptable! We are the Berserkers people! We need a plan of action, as in, right now!" Dagur and his fleet had been sailing out a sea for months now.

They had one mission: find and slaughter every dragon they find: just as every Viking was made to do. About four months ago, Dagur had set sail with an armada of thirty ships to invade uncharted islands and rid them of the reptilian vermin. Five ships have been destroyed.

Not that the losses meant anything to him. The outrageously barbaric teenager only cared for reaching the goal and is willing to do anything it takes to reach said goal. Even if it means casualties will be inflicted. Unlike his father Oswald the Agreeable. The coward would never do anything like this. Ever since his father 'resigned', Dagur swore that he would do whatever it takes to bring the Berserkers back to their feared stature.

"Come on guys. Why did I start this dragon invasion?" They all sighed and replied in unison, "To return the Berserkers to their former glory." They had been through this a million times; they knew exactly what to say when asked that question.

"That's right. And I can't do that when I'm commanding a group of lazy warriors! Come on! Get your heads in the game! I have done most of the dragon killing around here," he said while motioning to the mounted head of a Monstrous Nightmare and the hide of a Zippleback laying on the floor across from the war map that the warriors were all huddled around.

"Now, I know I am amazing and dashingly handsome, but I can't possibly take down these beasts on my own! That's why I brought you all on this voyage with me, to help with the slaughtering. Now I don't think that that's too much to ask for, is it?" The occupants of the room muttered and shook their heads.

"I didn't think so. Now, I'm all ears people. Any suggestions on which island to go to next?"

At first there was silence. Then a voice came from the crowd and said "How about Outcast Island?" Dagur thought for a second. "Nah, we'd never find a dragon there. Besides, I haven't heard anything from them for months. They must already have their hands full. Anywhere else?" He sat down in a chair and pulled a throwing knife from his sheath and started to poke the sharp time in a bored manner.

He stared down at the table that displayed a map of the seas with various red X's over the islands that they have cleared out. "How about the original dragon island in Helheims Gate?" "No. Stoick and his band of misfits already cleared …" He trailed off. He thought for a moment.

Stoick…

Berk…?

"That's it!" He franticly stood from his chair and waved his knife in the air making the surrounding Berserkers to jump back in fright.

"The last time I visited the island of Berk, they had a little dragon problem that they seemed to have lost control of. What do you all say we go help them out?" A devious grin was plastered on his face. The warriors scratched their heads awkwardly and looked to the floor. Dagur let out a loud growl that snapped everyone out of their little thought process and they all shouted in agreement.

Dagur was pleased. He wasn't stupid. Right after that so called 'attack' happened in the dragon-killing arena, he knew instantly that the Vikings of Berk had actually trained these things.

Trained!

It is a disgrace and mockery to Vikings everywhere for such an idea of Vikings and beasts living together.

"Then it is settled. We sail of Berk at dawn!" As he said that, he raised his knife in the air and stabbed it in the map where Berk was located, marking their next destination.

As the fake cheering died down, footsteps were heard outside the door to the war room. The door burst open and a panting man holding a rolled up blueprint and a large bag slung over his shoulder with weapons that Dagur had originally requested.

"Ah, Meathead, glad you could join us. Please come forward." The man gulped and nervously walked over to the insane teenager. He hated working for this kid. He missed the days when Oswald ruled and there was peace. Meathead had worked as the weapons maker and inventor for the chief, but now that Dagur was in charge, he can only answer to him now.

He stumbled forward as the others cleared a path for him so he could reach the table they were surrounding.

He let the materials in his hands spill onto the table and lined them up neatly so he could present them. He opened his bag and weapons were released and fell to the table, bows, arrows, swords, throwing knives, the mere sight of it all made Dagur smile uncontrollably. "I-I did what you asked. I made c-certain modifications to the tip of each arrow with a certain amount of explosive putty. They will explode on impact. The explosion won't be massive but it will do serious damage to the d-dragons…" He trailed off as he saw Dagur walk over to the other side of the table and picked up a bow and one of the explosive arrows.

Dagur examined his new toys thoroughly. He took the explosive tipped arrow and knocked it into place on the string and drew back aiming at nothing in particular. The others gasped in horror and walked out of the path that the arrow was pointing at. Dagur didn't release it of course. He was merely seeing how well the aiming worked. He let the string of the bow go slack and he grabbed the arrow and placed it on the table with the bow. "Nice work there, Meathead. What else ya got?"

The inventor gulped again. He picked up a separate pair of arrows. "These are flaming arrows. The tips are soaked to the core with a very flammable liquid. The tiniest spark will set the tip ablaze. W-whatever is unlucky enough to have been hit by it will be consumed by flames." Dagur's smile grew larger.

The inventor continued. "And I know that you don't prefer to use a sword. So, I have created specially designed throwing knives for you." At the sound of that, Dagur's attention was brought to what the man had laying in his palm. Three sharp, thin knives with a loop on the end of the handle.

"You put you fingers through the loops and you will be able to throw these things with ease." Dagur snatched the knives from the man's hands. Doing as Meathead said, he looped his three middle fingers through the end and stared at them. He turned around quickly and with a flick of his wrist, he sent the sharp objects whistling through the air and they hit the back wall forming a triangle as they sunk in the wood.

He smiled. "Great work doc. And what have you there?" Dagur was gesturing down to the blueprint that lies on the table unfurled. Meathead's eyes widened a bit as he realized that he still had one more thing to show him. He grabbed the paper and unfurled it across the table and it revealed designs for a new mode of transportation.

"I call it a hot air balloon." As he said it, Dagur was scratching his chin, looking at the contraption that lay before him. "You see, using fabric that I have the access to, I will create an outer skin that will be filled in with hot air supplied by a fire that burns just beneath the opening right here," he explained, pointing to specific locations on the design.

"The fabric will fill with the hot air and will create lift that will lift the basket that is attached to the bottom right here. That is where the rider will, um, well, ride. Using sandbags as weights, we will use them to safely lower the hot air balloon back to the ground. What are your thoughts?" Dagur looked perplexed.

"Really? I mean really? That is what you've come up with?" Dagur let out a little laugh. "There is no way that this thing will be able to fly! The fire is much to close to the fabric! It will catch fire immediately! You old fool. Go work on some other transportation project. And once you've gotten a good one, then come talk to me."

Meathead looked frightened. He never liked it when Dagur yelled at someone, let alone him.

Before the deranged lunatic could continue his rant, another Berserker who burst through the door interrupted him. "Master Dagur! You may want to see this!"

Dagur let out another growl but he eased up on the inventor. He walked to the other side of the room and picked up his helmet with lopsided horns and set it atop his head. He followed the other Berserker out the door, up the stairs and onto the main deck where he saw that his boat had come to a halt on shore of an island. Strange, he never felt the boat give an uncomfortable jerk when he was below deck.

"You found another island and didn't bother to tell me?!" Before his rage continued, the other Berserker pointed to the shore where five others were huddled around looking at something. "Look."

Dagur saw the men and instantly grew immensely angry. What sort of insubordination was this? What, were they having a party on the beach? Dagur walked to the edge of the boat and hopped off and landed on the smooth sand. He walked furiously to the huddled Vikings and couldn't wait to see how important staring at some random object was more important than following direct orders!

"What is the meaning of this?" He shoved his way through the small crowd, looked down and saw what they were all marveling at. "Oh," was all he managed to say.

What was lying before them was a yellow stone. But not just any yellow stone, this one was translucent to the core and rays of red and blue and other warm colors flowed through it. He began to stutter, "It's… It's…" "It's a wonder stone!" A Berserker finished. "No it's not! That is obviously a good luck stone. Can't you tell?" The others began to argue with each other on what this stone was called but Dagur didn't listen. He knew exactly what this thing was.

"I don't care what it's called! What's important is that it's mine!" He reached down and scooped the stone in his arms and lifted it so he could stare at its beauty.

He had heard stories about this thing but didn't know whether or not that they were true. Apparently they were. This stone was said to bring astounding amounts of good luck to whoever possesses it. Just holding this thing and Dagur could feel its power pulsing through his body. His eyes were wide and his jaw was dropped. He had no way of describing how he felt at this very moment.

So, this thing brings good luck huh? Well then….

An idea popped into Dagur's messed up brain. With something like this in his possession, he could take over any island he wanted. He could destroy every village, plunder through any caves, he could do whatever he pleased and not be left with a scratch on him! With this single stone, he could rule over any and all islands that he pleased! Today was the start of a new era for the Berserkers.

Soon, very soon, he shall begin his reign over the islands of the vast ocean, and he knew just where to start. The island he shall attack first contains a certain squeaky-voiced, one-legged traitor to all things Viking. But this attack would take time to formulate. He couldn't just sail to the island and open fire, that's suicide. No, if Hiccup wants to be in the skies with the dragons, then Dagur will just have to fly too.

Dagur turned to the boat and saw Meathead standing on the main deck staring at the six of them. With this stone, there is no way that the hot air balloon could fail. It will still take some time to build multiple of these things, but if it took months of hard work, then so be it.

"Meathead! Explain to me again the concept of this hot air balloon…"