Hey guys, I'm sorry for the delay on this chapter, I had some serious writers block then I had trouble getting a hold of my beta so its been one thing after another, so this chapter is a little shorter but regardless I hope you enjoy, and thanks for the reviews guys, really helping me keep this fic alive.
Ants, that's all they were, scurrying around, working together to achieve their goal. Watching the Vikings run around barking orders to each other, even the younger generation of children were helping which brought nothing but disgust to Ohaf, they all helped one another, cared and prospered, yet if you were different you were cast out like the plague, they weren't ants, ants at least helped each other regardless of your role, these pathetic creatures had not known suffering like he had, whether they knew it or not, he was just getting started. "Hey who the hell are you!?"
Turning his head to the sound of the voice Ohaf couldn't help but grin, there, standing not far behind him, in his usual arrogant stance, was Snotfaced Snotlout, his dear cousin had no idea of how easy he made it, with that thought Ohaf turned and approached his cousin, he would start with him.
"Get that fire out, and someone get Elder Gothi, now!" Watching the villagers run around complying with his orders Gobber turned his attention back to Stoick, the man was burnt from head to toe, he would be lucky to keep all his limbs intact let alone survive, if he could get Gothi to him fast enough she could use her magic to heal him in time, though there was another matter Gobber had in mind, and the very thought of it chilled him to the bone, Stoick wasn't the only thing he pulled out of the house.
Snapping out of his thoughts at the sound of a cane Gobber looked up to find Elder Gothi standing over Stoick inspecting his wounds, her face was grim, never a good sign, he watched as she casts a few simple spells that seemed to relax Stoick before motioning for him to be carried and to follow her.
Being as careful as possible Gobber reached down and picked up the giant of a man and followed Gothi, making their way through the village and into a large empty building which was used to treat the seriously injured, setting Stoick down on the table Gobber stepped back and watched, letting the elder do her job before he was motioned out. Things were looking grim, he hoped Stoick would pull through, for all their sakes; he was a hell of a chief, no doubt about that, even with his many flaws as a man.
Pouring the water on the last of the fires Astrid sighed and wiped the sweat from her brow, turning she tossed the now empty bucket to Fishlegs before turning to inspect the fire. "What happened here?"
"Someone attacked the chief, in the most awesome way ever!" Turnign to the sound of the voice Astrid scowled at the owner, none other than Ruffnut who looked like she'd witnessed a gift from Odin himself, next to her, her twin Ruffnut looked just as giddy.
"This is no laughing matter you idiots, without a chief we're open to invasion, without a chief diplomatic relations may fall apart with the other tribes!" Yelled Astrid though all she got in response was dull looks from the duo.
"Uh what?" That did it, with a mighty roar Astrid charged and socked Tuffnut square in the jaw causing Ruffnut to gin and laugh which earned her a matching fist as well knocking her flat on her back. Letting out another frustrated growl Astrid simply glared at them before storming off.
"Guys I don't think that's helping, this is a really bad situation, the chief is badly wounded, he may not recover from something like that, which gives our enemies a really good advantage." Fishlegs couldn't help but poke his fingers together as he said that, thing were really grim so he could understand Astrids frustration, The chief was down, and if he was unable to resume his role that left Spitelout in charge until Snotlout was of age, though with Snotlout next in line, things were grim enough with that idea.
Pushing himself off the ground Tuffnut rubbed his jaw before turning his attention to Fishlegs. "Wait let me think, so if our enemies have the advantage, that means more stuff gets blown up right?" At that thought both twins looked to eachother and let out one of their usual grins to which Fishlegs simply ignored and went after Astrid, things were not good at all.
Ohaf couldn't help but smile, things were looking good, not so much for his old home but he didn't care, the job was done, he may have been a Hiccup but he had the brains, something those lumbering flesh bags could never appreciate, yet here he was, proving that knowledge was a far superior weapon than any axe, catapult or raw strength, in the span of an hour he had crippled Berks leadership, rendering them vulnerable for a good long while, he wished he could stay to see the reaction of the populace when they see the gifts he left but, sadly, all good things must come to an end, the betrayed had destroyed the betrayers, it was only a matter of time.
Turning he walking over to Toothless and placed a hand on his head giving him a light scratch where the armour allowed him earning a light purr from the great beast before Ohaf jumped on his back and flew off into the night, he had one last order of business to take care of.
Before it completely disappeared he looked back at Berk one last time, he hoped it burned, he had moved the pieces on the board, he had locked them in check, now all that was left was to pull themselves out of it, or checkmate. With that thought Ohaf smiled and turned his gaze away from the village, next stop Dragon Island.
Gobber sighed hearing the news, Stoick was messed up pretty badly, he couldn't help but rest his head on his hand, and how could things get worse?
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by someone franticly calling him as one of the villagers came rushing in and told him they needed him quickly, this unnerved Gobber, did he speak too soon? Getting up he quickly followed the man as they ran through the village towards the Mead hall where a large crowed was gathered, pushing through Gobber saw Spitelout at the front looking up at something with shock and rage, following his gaze Gobber instantly paled, it got worse.
Hanging above the Large doors was Stnotlout, covered in blood and unconscious, he had a chain wrapped round his arms going up to what was holding it in place and back down around his neck, upon closer inspection Gobber saw exactly why he was called, whoever did this had made it so that if they unwrapped the chains around his arms, the part around Snotlouts neck would strangle him, and if they didn't get him down in time, it was not something he was willing to risk, whoever did it was clever as the chain was wrapped round the lads neck so tight that they couldn't even pull that out first, the only way would be to remove the hook, and that's what gave Gobber one thing he had never felt in a long time, fear.
Holding the chains in place was a large axe embedded into the wooden wall, and not just any axe, Stoicks axe, the one Hiccup made when he was a wee lad, the one that Stoick reported destroyed in the confrontation with the armoured man In the Dragon Nest, looking down at the other item he held in his hand, Gobber grimaced, when he had found Stoick he was muttering about that same individual, to chase him down before he fell unconscious, yet beforeh e dragged him out of there Gobber had found this very item stick, blade first into the floor next to Stoicks head, Hiccups dagger.
There was no mistaking it, the man was Hiccup, and this was a clear massage, he was back, and in one move he had crippled our leadership right under our noses, no chief, and no heir.
Looking back up at Snotlout, Gobber felt nothing; all he could think about was what happens now. "All right lad, you made your move, now it's our turn."
Arriving back at Dragon Island Ohaf and Toothless circled it a few times, seeing no sign of life they swooped down and landed on the sandy shore, hopping off the saddle Ohaf looked around, things were pretty quiet, not a dragon in sight.
Removing his helmet Ohaf inhaled deeply, taking in the sea breeze before making his way towards the mountain, heading into the opening the Vikings had made with Toothless following closely behind him, nothing was heard other than their footsteps, not a creature stirred, much was the same when they arrived at the main chamber, the eggs were gone and the only thing that remained were empty shells, so he hadn't been seeing things then, the dragons used his fight as a distraction to get the young to safety, that was a relief.
"Well bud-" Turning to look at Toothless Ohaf smiled as his scaly friend stared at him with those ever curious eyes of his. "Let's go and check the damage."
With that they both turned and left the way they came, making their way back onto the shore and promptly headed for the brood mother, or more specifically her corpse, it was half buried under the rubble, neither of them could move this, her eyes, lifeless, still open in shock, that haunted Ohaf, so he carefully climbed up and one by one, closed them as best he could, though it was like trying to drag a rug from under toothless, and he had tried that before.
Climbing back down Ohaf let out a sigh before he made for Toothless and rested a hand on his head "All right bud, lets get going."
Putting his helmet back on Ohaf climbed back onto the dragons back, though something caught his ear, signalling Toothless to remain quiet and still, something they had learned together while hunting or in case predators were near. Listening carefully Ohaf heard it again, a faint sound, a very faint screech, getting back onto his feet Ohaf slowly made his way towards the sound, being as quiet as he could.
Making his way round the front of the Brood Mothers head he almost gawked, as that's what the source of the noise was doing at the sight of him, standing on its hind legs, two front paws resting firmly on the mothers nose, eyes wide, head turned directly at him, was a Terrible Terror, though this one was odd, it was pure green, smaller and thinner for a Terror, maybe a Garden dragon, yet he had never heard of one in these parts.
Seeing the fear on the creatures head, Ohaf signalled Toothless over, perhaps another dragon would help it relax, leaning down he removed his helmet and gently outstretched his arm towards it as Toothless came behind him. "Hey little guy, its ok, we're not gonna hurt you, c'mere"
At this point they could do nothing but watch, Ohaf didn't want to risk scaring the poor thing off, it would probably not survive out here on its own; chances were next to none given how desolate this island was. As the little dragon cautiously approached, carefully coming up to his hand and sniffing it which allowed Ohaf to carefully move his finger under its chin giving it a light scratch which earned a purr in response. "You like that eh? Want to come with us little guy, it's not a good idea to remain here."
Tilting it's head in response, the little dragon started at Ohaf for a few moments, then at Toothless and back again before leaping onto Ohaf shoulder and perched there which earned a chuckle from Ohaf who took to scratching the back of its neck as he made his way back onto the saddle and took to the skies with Toothless. "So what should we call you?"
Looking at him the Terror let out a small squeak and then took to looking curious, which made Ohaf Smile. "How about, Tiny?"
OK sorry again about the delay guys and sorry this chapter was so short, but it couldn't be helped.
Also if you can figure out who Tiny is then reward yourself with a cookie, til next time and please review, always nice to have feedback.
