HHAHAH, HERE'S A SECOND CHAPTER! Chapter 3 and 4 were going to be One but it felt better as two, but I wanted you guys to read it all so here it is. By the way, I might not publish chapter 5 next saturday simply because I want to catch up on chapters before giving you more.

Anyway, here you go!

"Toothless, go down!" Hiccup shouted and Toothless dived, leaving Jack behind. Hiccup heard Jack shouting, no doubt trying to stop him but images of Astrid and his dad hurt plague his thoughts. Shaking them away Hiccup landed and slid off Toothless. Toothless glared up at the sky and both of them ducked as a building exploded into flames.

"Hiccup!" Astrid raced towards him, her battle axe and shield in her hand which was hanging on her wall in her room only this morning. Stormfly squawked beside her, her eyes narrowed.

"Where have you been! Stoick has been wanting you! What type of dragons are these?"

"Dragons? Astrid, we're at peace with them." Hiccup stepped up to her, arms wide. Another explosion exploded near them, causing their dragons to grumbled.

"Tell them that!" Astrid growled, lowing her axe as she glanced back at Hiccup. "Fishlegs is doing a Fishlegs thing, pulling out all of his cards."
"Does he know what type of dragons these are?" Hiccup glanced behind her, the rest of the group racing towards them with their own dragons beside them.

"Aw, look at that!" Tuffnut and Ruffnut said excitedly, pointing at an explosion.

"I think that was Snotlout's house." Tuffnut chuckled, followed by a whine from Snotlout.

"My portraits! No! They showed my manliness." He cried, causing the twins to gag slightly.

"Fishlegs? What are they?" Hiccup stepped towards the large boy, who was fiddling with his cards of dragons.

"Hiccup, this is amazing! I believe we're facing a new type of dragon!" Fishlegs hopped excitedly. Shouts rang out as Monsterous Nightmare crashed into the ground down the road, a bolas intangled in his wings and legs. The black Monsterous Nightmare roared, and Vikings jumped onto his snot, snapping it shut.

"I don't know Fishlegs, that's looks like a basic Monsterous Nightmare." Hiccup said, crossing his arms. A movement under his coat caused him to look down and Baby Tooth flew out, flying next to him, squeaking, and pointed towards the Nightmare.

"Baby Tooth? What's wrong?" Hiccup whispered, ignoring Fishlegs explanation. Baby Tooth squeaked again, pointing towards it more franticly.
"Hiccup?"

"Hmmm?" Hiccup glanced away from Baby Tooth and saw Fishlegs holding a hand-size sack out to him. "Sorry, what's this?" Hiccup asked and grabbed the sack, and poured the content into his hand. Black sand poured into his hand, and Baby Tooth fluttered back slightly at the sight of it.

"What is this? Sand?"

Fishlegs shook his head excitedly. "It was a dragon scale. I harvested it off a down dragon. My theory is that all these dragons aren't actually Monsterous Nightmares, but shape-shifting dragons, changing shapes to a more practical dragon for a task."

"Are you saying they can change shapes?" Tuffnut asked, grinning. "That's awesome! We tottaly need one, right Ruff?" He glanced towards his sister, who was grinning madly at him.

"I'm not Ruff, I'm a dragon!" She mimicked a roar, sending Tuff into the arms of Snoutlot. Snoutlot glared at him and dropped him, the twin shrieked as he hit the ground.

"Then let's stop yapping and take them down already." Snoutlot wiped his hands clean before stepping towards the down black Nightmare.

"Hang on Snoutlot." Hiccup grabbed his cousin's shoulder. "We need to know more before we rush in." He glanced down at the Nightmare, and was surprised as it was staring straight at him. Growling it shook the Vikings off him and opened its mouth, black fire bursting forth from its mouth. Hiccup watched it in slow-motion, and he watch his friends and the Vikings around him screaming and dived away but he was rooted to the spot as the black fire twirled towards him.

"Hiccup!" He heard Astrid's shout just as the flames hit him, engulfing him. It felt as if he was rolling on the beach, sand getting into every slip and pocket of his clothing and sand shuffling through his hair. He dropped to the ground, coughing.

"Hiccup, you alright?" Astrid asked, suddenly right beside him.

"Yeah. Fine." Hiccup mumbled, struggling back onto his feet.

"Hiccup!" Stoick raced towards him and before Hiccup realized what was happening he was in a dragon-crushing hug. "I thought I lost you, when I saw that dragon's fire engulfed you."

"I'm alright dad. I'm not hurt." He smiled when his dad hold him out at arm length.

"Hiccup, I was afraid I lost you. I want to tell you, right now… how proud I am of you." Stoick said seriously. Hiccup stared at his dad, surprised.
Hiccup opened his mouth but Astrid yelped, pointing. "Guys, look!"

Everyone glanced towards where the Monsterous Nightmare was but now looked at empty ground, the Vikings that held it scratching their heads. "Where did it go?" Hiccup asked, frowning but then straightened, dread filling him. Slowly he glanced down at his feet, his breathing quickening.

His feet was covered, black sand filling both of his boots. He screamed and wiggled as he tried to lift his left foot out of the sand.

"Dad! Help me!" He yelled as stretched his hand out towards Stoick. Stoick stumbled back, staring at Hiccup's hand.

"A demon's hand!" He shouted, waving at him fearfully. Hiccup glanced down at his hand, gasping.

The claw hand followed his commands, clenching and opening. He glanced back down at the sand as it crept up his torso.

"Toothless! Help!" He glanced to his dragon, but his heart dropped as he saw Toothless backing away, whimpering.

"Toothless…" He muttered sadly as the black sand finally covered his face, and he felt his body warped. He groaned, clenching his eyes and mouth shut, his face felt like it was being pulled before he fell into the ground, the ground rumbling under him. Opening is eyes, he stared at his friends who were backing away from him. Lifting his head high above them, he looked down at himself and his eyes widened as looked at his arms that was now wings, claws at the end. A tail wrapped itself around his legs and Hiccup glanced down at his father.

"Help me dad…"

"I'm not your father… you not my son." Stoick spit, stepping away as he pulled his axe off his back. "You're not a true Viking."

Hiccup stepped back, breathing quickening and he looked around at his friends, who glared at the beast.

"How could you think I loved you? Look at you're self, you're weak. Pathetic."

"Come on, you took our friendship seriously?"

"He brought our joke! Hi-five!"

"You don't deserve to be called Berk's pride, I should be the next chief! At least I can lift a log!"

"To think I thought we were equals, Hiccup. I guess I was wrong."

Hiccup moaned, crying. He lowered his head as insulst and venom spat towards him, his father stepping towards him, his axe high above him.

"I'm sorry, I failed." The axe dropped.

Hiccup eyes snapped open, his cheek a blazed. "Ouch!" He glared up at Astrid as he groggily rubbed his cheek. "What was that-"

Astrid dove onto him, holding him close, her body shaking. "Astrid? Are you… crying?"

"I thought we lost you." Astrid whispered into his ear, his mind slowly catching up.

"What… what happened." Hiccup glanced over to Fishlegs, who fiddled with his fingers.

"You… passed out. When the fire hit you, you absorbed it?" Fishlegs explained.

"The dragon is nightmare..." A voice said behind him and Hiccup, regrettably, pulled himself out of Astrid's hug and looked up at Jack. "A creation of Pitch's, created out of nightmare sand. Pitch is definitely here."

"What do we do?" Hiccup asked as he stood, Astrid helping him.

"I don't know… I, really don't know." Fishlegs shrugged, fear growing on his face.

Jack glanced up at the sky, dark clouds building above them. "I need to draw Pitch out. He's already gotten too powerful, more than I like."

"I'll help you." Hiccup said stepping towards Toothless and mounted him, his gang giving him wired looks. Baby Tooth fluttered against Hiccup, pushing his chest twittering.

"Baby Tooth is right Hiccup, you'll get hurt. Stay here, make sure your people are safe." Jack told him, the wind carrying him up into the clouds, leaving a slight trail of snow slowly falling to the ground. Baby Tooth fluttered up after him, twittering angrily at Jack.

"Fine…" Hiccup muttered, sliding back off Toothless.

"Dud, who are you talking to?" Tuff asked, grinning. Hiccup glanced around, the others staring at him.

"You guys can't see him?"

"Hiccup, see who?" Astrid asked, looking around.

Hiccup shook his head. "Never mind. I need find dad, where is he?"

Hiccup ran past Vikings, their weapons drawn and their dragons spitting fire up into the air, the 'nightmare's' as Jack called them, dodging the flames. He ran up the stairs to the Great Hall, he saw his father sitting on the step, being forced to rest by Gobber.

"Ya no good 'alf dead, Stoick. Rest for Thor's name!" Gobber ordered, pushing him down again.

"Dad!" Hiccup stopped in front of him, Toothless beside him.

"Hiccup! I was worried!" Stoick jumped up and held his hand on Hiccup's shoulder, checking him. "You're hurt?"

"I'm fine dad." Hiccup smiled.

"Chief…" Spitlout ran towards him, panting slightly. "The dragons are regrouping over the dock, their size increasing."

"Hiccup, what happening?" Stoick pulled Hiccup closer, looking into his eyes. "I thought we were at peace with them?"

"Dad, they're not dragons." Hiccup told him firmly, Snotlout snorting behind him.

"Ah, Hiccup, if you haven't noticed, they are dragons!" He shouted pointing to a dragon flying past them. "We should gather our own dragons and hit them hard, dealing fire with fire." He grinned, smashing his fist into his hand.

"Hiccup… are you sure?" Stoick asked tenderly, his eyes gazing into Hiccup's.

Hiccup nodded. "From what I already know about them, they're created by a man named Pitch Black, and he here, now." Hiccup explained, ignoring Snotlout's snorts. Stoick was silent, then smiled, nodding.

"I believe you Hiccup."

"Even though it sounds ridicules, ah believe ya too." Gobber smiled, then whispered towards him. "Ah also believe dee trolls steal me socks."

"Incoming!" Spitlout shouted, and the Vikings scattered as Nightmares crashed into the ground, snarling at Vikings and other dragons. Dragons hissed, protecting they're Vikings.

Toothless growled as a dark dragon glared towards them, Hiccup glared back.

"Berk. The village of dragons!" A voice echoed around them, Stoick swirling around, his axe slipping into his hand. "So many fears, old and new. Afraid of losing you husband or child in dragon raid? You're wife?" It sighed and Hiccup shivered, glancing down a dark street where the voice seemed to be echoing from.

"Then your perfuct peace came along and all that fear, washed away. But now, I've given it back too you. You're welcome." Hiccup spun around and stepped back, looking up at the tall dark man, his skin sickly grey and his robes black as night. Toothless spun around, his tail whipping Pitch in the stomach, and fired a plasma at him. Pitch laughed as Toothless's tail passed through him, and his plasma exploding behind him, the Great Hall doors splintering. Pitch's golden eyes twinkled in the torch light as Stoick and Gobber stepped in front of Hiccup.

"Whoa…" The twins muttered, starring at Pitch. "Awesome." Hiccup felt Astrid's presence beside him, her axe dangerously free in her hand. Dangerous to Pitch.

"What are you guys staring at?" Snotlout asked, his father just as puzzled.

"Well, this is a surprise." Pitch chuckled, his voice cool and smooth. "You believe in the Boogeyman. Pure grownups, ones that fought off dragons as well. This is too good."

"I've seen you…" Stoick muttered, his eyes burning brighter than the dwarves' furnace. "You were the sorcerer in my dream."

Pitch smiled, nodding as he observed him. "Ah yes, the chief of Berk. The man who's afraid of losing his son, like you wife. So afraid, of losing him more than in death."

"You think I'm afraid of him turning into a monster?"

"No, I think you're just afraid of him becoming something he's not." Pitch smiled, then slid over to Hiccup, causing Hiccup to shrink back, staring into those glowing golden eyes. "Like the little nightmare, I gave you this evening? After all, it was yours to start with."

"You stay away from my son!" Hiccup spun around at his father, who was charging at Pitch. Stoick's axe cleaved through Pitch, dissolving him into a mist of dark sand and slide under him at astonishing speeds and reappeared with a scathe, ready to swing it at the chief.

"No! Don't, Pitch!" Hiccup slide behind his father standing between them.

"Hiccup!" Stoick growled, pushing Hiccup back and heaved his axe again as Pitch lowered his scathe.

"How did you know my name…?" He muttered, before he exploded, his black sand sending Stoick and Toothless back away from Hiccup, the gang holding their arms over their eyes as the wind whipped sand around them.

"How did you know my name!?" Pitch hollered, towering over Hiccup. Hiccup stumbled back as Pitch lifted his scathe up again, hypnotized with fear by Pitch's glowing eyes. Hiccup crawled back as the dark man grew over him, his shadow growing.

"My name! How did you know my-" A burst of wind whipped around the two, a white cocoon of snow imprisoning them from the outside world. Hiccup could hear Toothless's roar outside but the wind caught his voice as he tried to comfort his dragon.

Pitch lifted his hands over his eyes as he glared up through the storm, and sighed. "Jack… Jack, Jack, Jack…" He repeated the winter Spirit's name smoothly as he rubbed his thick nose-bridge as he dropped his scaythe, which shattered. Hiccup grinned up at Jack as the wind ruffled his hair wildly. Jack floated down through the winds, unbothered.

Pitch sighed again, shaking his head and still rubbing his bridge. "I was having so much fun before you came around!" His voice turned into a growl as he glared up at Jack, who landed across from Pitch. "As the Guardian of fun, can't you leave me alone with that!?"

"And where's the fun in that Pitch?" Jack ask, raising his eyebrows mockingly. "You make too much of a mess. Anyway Pitch…" He shrugged, pointing his staff towards him. "Let Hiccup go."

The two spirits glared at each other, testing the other, Pitch then chuckling, stepping off Hiccup's arms. Hiccup scrambled away, Pitch's chuckle growing into a full laugh.

"What got you into the Christmas spirit? I thought that was North's job."

"You." Pitch laughed, gesturing at Jack. "You and your pathetic stick. And here you are, demanding me to let the boy go. I would never, hurt him, Jack. You have to believe me." He said slowly, holding a hand over his heart, before cracking up and held his hand up, black sand twirling in his hands. "They do…"

The black sand shifted into the forms of Stoick and gang, and then shifted into a girl with a braid on her shoulder. "Along with others from other worlds. They all fear me, Frost." He snapped sharply, crushing the sand. "You're too late for the fun Jack! It already happened!"

"Then I'll have to stop you. Again." Jack thrusted his staff at him, frost striking out to Pitch like Thor's own lightening. Pitch threw his hand out, the frost dancing sharply around his fingers.

"Didn't you learn from last time Jack? When I was this powerful?" He smiled, pushing his hand out tightly. Nightmare sand fought Jack's frost back, before Jack's staff snapped out of his hands and clattered on the ground. The winds and the swirling snow paused before Pitch's black sand replaced the white swirling snow around them. Jack sprawled back, staring up at Pitch as he stepped towards him, the swirling winds bitting into the three of them.

"I would love to chat Jack, figure out how you travel here and just, chat. Did Manny supply you with another World Jumper?" Pitch pulled a silver orb out, the shine long dead, and dark swirls coated it as he weighed it in his hand. "I thought this was the only one out there. Well then, I guess I'll see you around. Old friend." He chuckled, leaning over Jack and pulling him closer.

"The world needs to see me, Jack. They need… to fear me." He smiled, his white teeth glimmering. "And they all do. Their all afraid, and they always-"

Pitch grunted, his eyes widening and dropped Jack as Hiccup leaned over Pitch's frozen shoulder, whispering into his ear. "I might believe in you, Pitch, it doesn't mean I fear… you." Hiccup pulled his dagger out of Pitch's side and Pitch slumped to the side, growling.

"You... you…" Pitch muttered, as the storm around them slowed.

"Stabbed a spirit?" Jack finished the Nightmare King's sentence, and then accepted Hiccup's offered hand.
"I'm a Viking, observably Hel couldn't keep him in her realm. Thought I might send him back to her." Hiccup grinned, shrugging.

Pitch growled, the World Jumper glowed dimly in his hand and he disappeared with a sharp snape, the sand exploding outwards, covering the Vikings outside.
Jack growled, ice cracking on the ground. "Pitch." Hiccup smiled stiffly, patting Jack on the back.

"Hiccup!" Astrid shouted, hugging him tightly around the neck.

"Can't! Breath!" He gasped, and Astrid stepped back and punched him in the gut, sending him into the ground. "Still… can't… Breath!"
"That's for scaring us. Three times!" She muttered, stand strongly over him. Stoick rushed to his side, phasing through Jack.

"Three times? When?"

"Getting hit by that Nightmare, then engulfed in a snow storm and then in that sorcerer's storm." She counted, glaring at him.

"Ok." Was the only thing he coughed out, before, he was surrounded by Vikings.

"What happened?"

"Who was he?"

"You kill him? The Pride of Berk killed the Sorcerer!"

"His name… is Pitch." Hiccup growled, as silence grew over the village. "Pitch Black. He's a spirit that grows on fear and nightmares, and it was him who have been giving us the nightmares for the past few nights."

"How do ya know all dese things, Hiccup?" Gobber asked, scratching his head under his helmet. Jack glanced at Hiccup, puzzled.

"A enemy of Pitch's, the son of Kari, Jokil Frosti came to me earlier today. Jokil Frosti, or Jack Frost as he calls himself, is invisible to some of you as some of you don't believe in him." Hiccup explained, earning a few laughs from the crowd.
"I think ya need to see Gothi." A shout cried out from the crowd, earning a few snickers. Hiccup growled, but was cut short as a short, bent over old woman stepped out of the crowed and grabbed Jack by the ear.

"Ow! Ow, Hiccup help me!" Jack waved his arms around as the woman pulled him to Gobber and started scribbling with her staff in the ground, Jack still tight in her fingers. Gobber scratched his head as he read.

"'The boy… is right. The gods are, fishing at the new spirit.' Ow! Oh, I mean 'angry at the new spirit. Pitch is against us.'"

"Gee, what gave you that idea?" Snotlout muttered, pointing at the fires behind them, and to prove his point his house crumbled to the ground with a crash. "Aw man."

Jack pulled himself free of the mad woman and retrieved his staff, stepping away from the crowd that had crowed around her to watch. Hiccup slipped away from the crowd and stepped to Jack.

"Before you say anything, I'm coming with you." Hiccup said before Jack could quipe at him.

"What?" Jack froze, glaring at him.

"I'm coming with you. To stop Pitch. I clearly didn't stop him here, today, and he's still a theat to Berk." He pointed to his village. Jack couldn't help but smile.

"What village?"

"It's seen worse." Hiccup juggled his head to the sides, smiling. "But as long as Pitch is out there, free… Berk is in danger."

Hiccup smiled, placing his hands on his hips. "Hey, that was a good speech, I'm quite proud of myself."

"Hey I haven't said you can come yet." Jack grinned, his eyes glowing joyfully.

"You haven't said no either. And by the look in your eyes, you won't." Hiccup grinned, and Jack chuckled, throwing his arm around the lanky boy's shoulders.

"No, I haven't and won't. This is going to be, fun!" He pumped his hand in the air, whooping. "The three of us, you, me and Baby Tooth, traveling the worlds."

"The four of us." Hiccup corrected, earning a strange look from Jack. "You, me, Baby Tooth and Toothless."

"No! No way, nope, Nada. So no!" Jack cut his hands in front of him, determined. "We are not bringing a fire-breathing lizard along, not in this life or the next!"

Pitch appeared in a cold frozen cave, coughing and his hand over his wound. "That boy…" He growled, his eyes ablaze. "Who knew mortal blade could still cause me to bleed." He stumbled over to his throne, and threw himself on to it. Glaring up, he watched his nightmares rearing and naying above a thin layer of ice, separating him from his beauties.

"Awww, some on hurt my dark prince?" A soft but cold voice said condescendingly behind him in the darkness, and Pitch had to hide his soft smile as a white hand touched the shoulder of his throne. "Who would do such at thing?" She mumbled, in his ear.

"An old friend of mine, appears to made… a friend." Pitch looked up at her. "A Viking."

"A Viking?" Her dark eye brow rose high above her blue eyes, a soft smile on her face. "He'll be no trouble at all, they died off years ago, here in this world. Who's this, 'old friend' of yours?"

Pitch chuckled. "Funny you should ask that… You two are quite similar."

The slim figure in a sparkling dark purple dress with her hair spiked up like her icicles, walked out in front of Pitch and leaned over his lap, and held his chin in between her fingers and held his gaze. "No one is like me, Pitch. No one. No one, is like the Snow Queen."