Hey people i'm back again. YAY MORE WHEN IN ROME! Before I start this just thanks for the support so far. I know it's not a lot compared to other fanfictions or authors but to me it's a lot. Heck i'm just a 13 year old introvert nerd so for me this means a lot. But enough of the sentimental stuff. It's time for Hiccup's first gladiator fight and for some faces to return but will they recognize the new face?


"Ladies and gentlemen!," yelled Alvin from the center of the coliseum. He smiled and boomed his voice, making sure each and every person in the infrastructure heard him. "Welcome to today's gladiator match," he continued earning a roar of approval and anticipation from the crowd.

"Today we have a very special tribute to the emperor and his beautiful niece, daughter, and son," said Alvin looking up to the royalty in question. In the imperial box sat the emperor comfortably sprawled out on his lounge chair and eating ripe fruits. His grey hair dominated a large proportion of his head while slightly covering his green eyes. He wore a clean white toga with a simple silver cuff on each wrist and golden brown sandals on his feet. This was Emperor Oswald the agreeable and he is said to be the best emperor Rome has ever seen. Many have high hopes that his son, Dagur, would be the same.

Dagur was Oswald's only son and heir to the empire. He was a well built boy and could rival the best of gladiators if not for his father's rule against letting royalty fight. Unlike his father, Dagur wore a dark brown tunic with matching armor plates on his shoulders, legs, and a leather chestplate covering his torso. On his back was a black battleaxe with carvings of purple electricity running down the hilt that ended with the head of a dark blue dragon. He named the weapon "Skrill" from the legendary beast his father had read about to him as a child. His red hair was kept in an upward style like the swirling flames of a fiery tornado. His green eyes seemed to dart from place to place, scaling up everyone he passed of whoever passed him. The only ones he didn't look over were the 2 women laying on their sofas and watching Alvin speak.

Heather was a raven haired girl with green eyes and fair skin. Her hair was kept in a braid similar to Astrid's and she was the same height as well. The two looked so much alike that if it hadn't been for the hair color they would've been switched at birth, birthdays, and any other time the 2 were in the same room without anyone noticing. However Heather was in a simple white toga with a green belt around to keep it in place while Astrid wore the same except for her belt was sky blue to match her earrings.

"Look alive kids," said Oswald smiling and waving to his people. Heather and Astrid did the same but as for Dagur he just stared daggers at anyone who looked his way.

"Your highness, please allow me to proceed with the festivities in honor of your birthday," said Alvin happily and now looking up at the emperor.

Oswald smiled and nodded before sitting back down and biting into a sweet strawberry.

"You saw the emperor! Let's celebrate until the gods stop us!" yelled Alvin. As he walked away and out of the arena, the applause and cheering fans didn't cease to end. They didn't even know this would be a match for the ages.


"You're up," said Alvin standing in front of Snotlout, Eret, Tuffnut, and Tuffnut. They were each in their individual outfits for the match ahead.

The twins wore identical black and green metal helmets that covered their entire face except for a the slits allowing vision. On their bodies were green leather war skirts with black sandals as footwear and black metal arm armor. Tuffnut had one of the left and Ruffnut had one on the right but she had on an extra layer of leather protection to cover her chest. Their weapons of choice were shields and a mace. One in each twin's hand.

Snotlout wore a black war skirt that went down to his knees and a red leather chest armor that covered his upper arms and chest but not his stomach. A big battle axe was in his hand that looked almost the same as Dagur's except the hilt was ended with a griffin head instead of a dragon's and the carvings were flames opposed to Dagur's lightning. A nasty grin was splattered across his face, eager for some action.

Last was Eret who wore the least amount of armor. He was in nothing but brown sandals, a matching war skirt, and copper bands around his left wrist. His weapon of choice was a gladius with a grey blade, white hilt and black edges. Eret was a show off and he was going to do just that.

As other gladiators of all sizes, ages, and races walked to surround Alvin one stood away from the group and was silent. The man was dressed different than the others.

He was in dark brown and black leather from head to toe. The black and brown helmet on his face covered everything except his eyes and a small amount of hair that sprouted out from the bottom part of the helmet. They were greener than a forest full of trees and seemed to be hiding something. On the left shoulder was a red dragon that seemed to be circling itself. The tail was a dark grey that made it stand out compared to the rest of the dragon. The left gauntlet held a dagger in a small compartment and on his back were 2 identical swords crossing each other in their sheathes. Whoever this person was, he seemed like someone to fear.

"Hey Night Flurry," said Snotlout mockingly, "Hope you last long enough for me to wail on you." His friends laughed and a few of the other gladiators joined in as well. But they immediantly hushed when the man spoke.

"Hope you last long enough for me to sew that mouth shut," retorted the man without looking away from Snotlout's now enraged eyes.

"Watch yourself you lit-" began Snotlout before Eret put his arm out in front of him followed by Snotlout's silence.

"Wait until the doors open brother. Then we'll see what this Night Fury is made of," said Eret scaling up Night Fury and grinning.

"Alright, alright calm down everyone. It's the emperor's birthday so today do your best. And if no blood is shed today each and every one of you shall lose your heads," said Alvin before walking away to pull down a lever that made the iron gate rise and the gladiators escape. He turned to watch the last gladiator leave but instead was stuck staring at the eyes of Night Fury. A chill instantly ran down the man's spine and caused him to stagger a little. When he reclaimed his composure the Night Fury was in the arena and paying no attention to Alvin at all.

"Something not right about that one," muttered Alvin. He pushed the lever up and walked away from the gates to resume his duties.


Night Fury walked onto the sand and stone floor with the other gladiators and looked up at the emperor, his children, and niece. His eyes met with Astrid's and he was glad the mask hid his blush. There eyes bet for a few moments before Night Fury turned to the emperor and bowed along with pressing his left fist against his open right palm, causing many quizzical looks to come his way. "Time to make a show," thought Night Fury as he stood straight and watched as the other gladiators began arming themselves and getting into battle positions.

"Release the beasts!" yelled Dagur quickly and the annoyance on his face was clear to everyone.

As soon as the words were uttered, multiple black gates have risen and ferocious animals were released. Lions, tigers, bears, and even a few birds running on 2 legs, they looked especially annoyed. Each animal had been fed meager amounts of food and all of them were angry, hungry, and searching for food. Armored, weaponized, food.

"Hey Fury," yelled a voice behind Night Fury making the boy turn around just in time to dodge an axe swipe from Snotlout. He jumped back a couple feet and stared down at Snotlout and his cocky grin.

"You haven't soiled yourself yet. This'll be fun," said Snotlout grinning and running towards Night Fury with axe in hand.

"I've been waiting 5 years for this," Night Fury thought as he got into a fighting stance and waited. Snotlout got closer and closer and swung but it was stopped mid swing when Night Fury grabbed Snotlout's wrists and headbutt the boy. He kicked Snotlout onto the ground and pulled the swords from their sheathes easily and cracked his neck. "Come on Snotlout, stop messing around," mocked Night Fury trying to enrage and anger the boy and it was working.

Snotlout wiped blood from his forehead and eyes after catching his breath and standing up. He was about to charge Night Fury again but a lion pounced on him, attracted by the smell of blood. Snotlout screamed as the lion dug his teeth deep into his shoulder and sank each slaw into his chest. While he was in pain the crowd was in joy and cheered for more bloodshed, more pain, more Night Fury.

"Give them a show," said Night Fury before hearing the whistle of a blade cutting through air and jumped over the arcing weapon and its user. He landed behind Eret and had each blade dangerously close to his neck and added pressure by the second.

"You're better than you look," said Eret impressed but still angered about his brother's embarrassment and pain, "but that skill isn't enough," he finishes. Eret pulled a dagger out of his war skirt and swung at Night Fury who narrowly dodged and moved his swords to block another swing from Eret's gladius.

Night Fury narrowed his eyes and cursed himself for being so caught up in enjoying Snotlout's pain. While it was well deserved, there were more than just the 2 of them in this arena.

The gladiators stared at each other with fire in their eyes and grins on their lips. They pushed each other back and followed by multiple swipes at each other. Metal clashed against metal and blade met skin but only one was harmed. Eret had a line of blood running down his cheek and a wide cut down his chest. He staggered back and fell to one knee and looked up just in time to watch Night Fury roundhouse kick the side of his head, causing him to fall to the ground unmoving but breathing..

"I'm not a walking fishbone anymore," said Night Fury watching as a bear ran over to Eret and mauled him all over with claws and teeth. He flinched when the sound of bone breaking filled the colosseum and looked up at the people in the crowds cheering, cringing, and having a good time.

Night Fury smiled under his mask and watched the other gladiators. Some lay dead on the ground and others fought one another, but the weirdest were the twins riding on the back of identical ostriches and heading straight for a certain leather armored gladiator with green eyes.

With Ruffnut on the right and Tuffnut on the left, they charged the ostriches at Night Fury and swung their maces around. Each gaining velocity with each spin and they swung at Night Fury's head but the ostriches made a cloud of dust rise up from the ground at the exact moment the maces hit something.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut laughed and looked at the dust cloud, waiting for it to pass and reveal Night Fury's dead body. However when the dust parted there was no body nor anything else. Everyone was shocked by this but their attentions were immediately caught but a whistle echoing the arena floor. Heads turned and there stood Night Fury unscathed and wiping the blood off his blades while leaning against the colosseum wall.

"Missed me," said Night Fury before sheathing his swords and grabbing 2 throwing daggers from the back of his waist. He ran towards the twins and slid on his knees under them before throwing the daggers through their unarmored shoulders and into the ostrich heads. The twins became pinned to the dead animals and they both fell to the ground. Night Fury stood and walked over to the twins, watching them cower in fear at the Night Fury.

Tuffnut and Ruffnut both soiled themselves and screamed in fear and pain as Night Fury grabbed the knives and tore them out. He put them back in their compartments on the back of his waist and kicked the screaming twins hard in the chest, causing both to fall unconscious.

Night Fury was the last one standing and everyone else was either dead, or nobody knew. So he needed to give something special and there he saw his chance.

The animals all stared at him and growled but soon hushed along with the crowd. Night Fury walked to a black maned lion and kneeled with his head down. He extended his palm and closed his eyes hoping that he wouldn't lose a hand.

The lion walked near Night Fury and growled gently before pressing his nose against the palm and swaying his tail.

The crowd was astonished and still as Night Fury tamed the animal then a single person began chanting "Night Fury, Night Fury, Night Fury". It caused a domino effect of chanting, applauding, and cheering. Even Dagur was smiling and excited.

"Now that is a gladiator!" yelled Dagur happily and running to the imperial box edge and jumped off it and onto the ground.

"Dagur!" yelled Oswald worried and standing on his feet. "Guards get him," he said yelling at the guards worriedly.

Heather rolled her eyes at her brother and cursed about him being as dumb as a headless chicken but Astrid's eyes never left Night Fury's. Something told the girl that they've met before but she didn't know where.

Dagur ran up to Night Fury with an obvious smile on his face. "You are amazing! A gladiator, a beast tamer, and an all around mystery! Who are you? I must know," said Dagur excitedly.

Night Fury stood still after Dagur's words and turned to the crowd. In the top top row at the back of the colosseum sat Toothless watching closely. Their eyes met and Toothless nodded, giving the ok.

Night Fury looked at Dagur and bowed to him as he did before. "As you wish," he said before standing straight up and taking the helmet off. Slowly, the auburn haired man's face became visible to all. "I am Night Fury, but you shall learn my true name soon," said Hiccup smiling.

The crowd cheered and hollered for more but Oswald stood up and silenced all of them. "ENOUGH!" he boomed, letting his voice fill the air. "My son shall not be fighting as long as I live. Night Fury you are an excellent warrior and I hope to see you again," said Oswald glaring at his son and nodding towards Alvin who walked onto the field with his workers to carry the bodies out and put the beasts back in their cages. Every beast except the one Hiccup had tamed for it was growling and snapping at everyone, even though there was meat throws into its cage.

Hiccup walked to the beast and held his hand out towards the lion who in turn calmed and pressed his nose against Hiccup's hand. "I'll be taking this one with me," said Hiccup taking a small pouch of gold out from a hidden compartment and giving it to Alvin.

Alvin looked in the pouch and went wide eyed. "Let him have the beast, we got our pay and more," said Alvin walking away with the rest of the workers and closing the beast cages.

Hiccup smiled and scratched under the lion's chin. "I'll name you sharpshot," said Hiccup and getting a lick across the face in return. "Gahh! That probably doesn't wash out," mumbled Hiccup. He tied a rope around Sharpshot's neck and left the colosseum with him.

After walking through the maze of tunnels and turns that was underneath the colosseum, Hiccup finally got to the streets and was walking away from the crowd of people exiting until he felt a tug on his arm. Hiccup stopped and turned to see a short, blonde haired girl in a blue tunic and messy hair running down her back that stopped at the waist. However the most noticeable thing about the girl were her big bouncing breasts that jiggled with each step.

"The princess would like a word with you," said the girl smiling and giving Hiccup a parchment with simple elegant handwriting on it.

Night Fury. Please meet me in the forest like before. Also don't become mesmerized by Camicazi's figure. Many men do but you seem… different.

Hiccup read the parchment and put it in a pocket on his right hip. "Thank you Camicazi, tell the princess the i'll be there at midnight like before," said Hiccup before kissing Camicazi's hand and walking away with Sharpshot. He heard a squeal behind him and smiled. This day was getting better by the second.


While Hiccup was heading home with his new pet, Astrid had her own plans for the day. After the battles she went straight to her room once they had gotten back to the palace. For the rest of the day until nightfall, Astrid had been reading any and every book on techniques, weaponry, and armor she had. Nothing showed anything close to what Hiccup had been wearing or using. Something was different about him and she was determined to find out.

When nightfall came every book, scroll, and notebook had been thoroughly scanned but still nothing seemed to help. Astrid sighed and looked out the window and saw the full moon at its peak at the top of the sky, letting her know how close it was to midnight.

Hurrying, Astrid went straight to her closet and changed from the elegant toga and earrings and into the clothes she was most comfortable in. A red long sleeved shirt with a darker red hood, a brown battle skirt that stopped right above her knees, light brown leggings, and matching leather gauntlets that ran from her elbow down and covered everything except the fingers, a black belt with small spikes jutting out from it, and a simple battle axe held to her back by a long leather strap she kept around her torso. The maiden's feet were covered by red wool boots that stopped halfway between the knee and ankle. She pulled the hood up and was about to sneak out into the night but the sound of her door opening and closing made her stop and stay still. "Crap," she thought as she spun around with axe in hand and ready to knock out whoever came inside only to see her cousin, Heather.

"You're not going alone again" said Heather smiling and pulling a cloth mask up that covered the bottom half of her face. She too had shed the elegant clothing for something much more comfortable. Heather stood in a dark brown sleeveless leather vest and had on a black long sleeved shirt underneath with a hood attached. Each wrist had a metal guard and a single metal plate protected her right shoulder. Her legs were hidden behind a grey battle skirt and darker grey leggings underneath. Soft cotton boots covered her feet and stopped any sound of footsteps from being heard. Finally a long metal shaft with leaf-like metal blades connect to each end was strapped safely to her back.

"You always have to tag along don't you?" Astrid asked annoyed but slightly happy she wouldn't be alone.

"Yes I do. Also you're not keeping a mysterious new gladiator all to yourself," replied Heather grinning and walking to Astrid;s side.

Astrid blushed and rolled her eyes knowing it would be impossible to get rid of Heather and jumped from the window with her cousin following. Unseen and unheard, the girls climbed down the palace wall on vines and ran away into the nearby forest.

Unknown to both, the empire was changing that night and it wasn't a good one.


Dagur walked through the palace followed by his personal guards. He stopped at his father's study and looked at the guards, giving them the signal to stand guard and net absolutely nobody in. "Time to give father his present," said Dagur before kicking the door open and walking inside.

Oswald was laying on his lounge chair and eating strawberries while reading documents from his generals and senators. He put down the scroll and stood up to greet his son. "Hello Dagur. I thought this was your hunting night?" said Oswald curious and meeting his son a few feet away from the door.

"I wanted to talk to you about the gladiators," said Dagur taking an apple and biting into it before walking around his father and sitting on the bed. He swallowed the part of apple bitten off and continued, "Primarily me being able to fight in it,"

"Son we have talked about this. Those gladiators are killers, murderers, and don't care who you are in the arena. To them you're just another name on their list of lives ended," said Oswald sternly and sighing. He walked to his son and sat down, hoping to help his son see clearly.

"Yes yes I know this father and that's precisely why I want to do it! I want to prove to them and myself that i'm the strongest, that i'm much more than a simple prince. I want to become known as Dagur the Deranged!" said Dagur happily and standing. The look in his eyes told Oswald that he was completely serious.

"Dagur you are no-" began Oswald before feeling a dagger being pressed against his throat.

"You really should pick your words more wisely Father. Or someone would take them literally," Dagur said with a devious grin. He kept eating away at the apple until nothing was left but the core.

"You dare raise a weapon to your father!?" yelled Oswald angrily and standing up towering over his son.

"Oh dear father, do sit down," said Dager grinning and kicking Oswald off his feet then cutting his ankles but not without covering the man's mouth to muffle the screams of pain.

Oswald struggled against his son. The weight and pain was sapping his strength and weakening the emperor. His eyes scattered the room looking for a way to save himself but there was nothing except Dagur's cold, deadly eyes.

"Oh father I did hope you would see the era of your ways soon. Well now you'll have all of eternity to do it," said Dagur before driving the weapon into his Father's throat and dragging it sideways, killing the man and covering his previously clean toga in red blood. Dagur pulled the blade out before standing and staring down at his father's corpse. Everything went silent for a few moments before Dagur smiled proudly and laughed.

For the next 30 minutes Dagur made the entire room look like it was robbed. Everything was broken or tossed over, blood splattered the floor, the knife was still in Oswald's neck with his lifeless eyes staring straight at his son. Dagur tried to let out all his excitement and replace it with fake dread. After making sure it looked like he was truly sad, it was time to wrap it all up.

"Guards guards! Please come now! My Father's been murdered by a thief!" yelled Dagur kneeling at his father's side. Just then he saw 2 figures move away from the palace and towards the forest. "This just keeps getting better," thought Dagur as the guards burst open the doors and stared down at Dagur and his dead father.

"Please go! The culprits are headed towards the forest," Dagur sobbed pointing at the window. His eyes were red and puffy and tears left their marks on his cheeks. He watched as the guards nodded and marched out of Oswald's office and towards the forest. Dagur turned his head to Oswald and smiled before closing the eyelids.

"Goodbye father," whispered Dagur before getting up off his feet and walking out of the office with his personal guards in tow.


BLOODSHED! Unfortunately it was only one person but hey it's Hiccup and he was taught to be Hiccup, not a murderer…. yet. Well for now that's all and thanks again for the encouragement to go on.

Pack Ink, signing out