A/N: Chapter 4 of Dragon Fury: Blade Race. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except my own. HTTYD belongs to the rightful owner.
Chapter 4: Dragon Rampage
On the Island of Berk...
"Hmmmmm..." Stoick rubbed his beard as he looked over the ledge and out toward the ocean. The breeze was calm and he smiled.
"According to the rules..."Gobber approached him. "It takes the race at least one to two weeks to finish. Are you nervous?"
"...yes. I am worried about my Hiccup."
"Yes well...cheer up. That boy is the best of the best and with that Night Fury it's unlikely for him to be in any trouble what so ever!" Gobber laughed and clasped the man on the back. "Come Stoick, time for us to drink the night away. Before you know it...those kids will be back with the blade in their hands."
"Of course...alright then." Stoick followed his friend to the tavern. Before they got there, the alarm sounded and a lady screamed.
"What in the blazes?" Stoick ran to take a quick look. All of the dragons that stayed on the island were huddled together, frightened by something. The day was nice, sun was shining and a warm breeze yet the dragons were huddling like little lambs. Suddenly one of them clicked his tongue, raising his head and swaying back and forth. The others joined in and soon all of the dragons were swaying their heads and clicking their tongues.
"What are they doing? A mating dance?" Gobbler peered over Stoick's shoulder. Out of the blue, a fireball was lunched his way and lit his helmet on fire.
"Gahhhh, that's my favorite helmet mate!" He quickly stomps it out. The dragons roared and flew into the air, dive-bombing and hurtling more fire on the unsuspecting village.
"Hey that's my lamb chop!"
"Aieeee, the tub water's boiling hot!"
"The Snoggletog Trees on fire, someone put it our quick!"
Everywhere there was screaming as the vikings tried to find a way to calm down their usually docile pets, while putting out some wild fires. Stoick and Gobber stood there with their mouths open wide, oblivious to the world around them. That's when reality smacked them upside the head.
"I knew dragons were never to be trusted! Men, battle stations!" Stoick yells a fierce roar and leaped into battle. The vikings grabbed battle axes, hammers and even those things...rock-tied to string weapon. Some vikings didn't want to hurt the dragons but majority did and soon the battle with dragons continued. Berk was an island waiting for disaster to strike already.
Somewhere else...
"Has anyone seen Hiccup?" Astrid and Stormfly asked the group. They planned to meet back at the usual area but the only one missing was Hiccup and Toothless.
"Maybe he got swallowed by a hammerhead whale." Fishlegs joked.
"Yea cause OBVIOUSLY a hammerhead whale EXIST in this vast OCEAN.." Tuffnut counters, crossing his arms.
"Why don't YOU go and check wise guy!" His sister Ruffnut glares at him.
"Hey this doesn't concern you, butt out!" He retorts.
"I'll show you what doesn't concern me!" They immediately squabbled which turned into a fist-fight. The others ignored them.
"If you want my opinion, maybe he chickened out and went off to goof with another lady charmer." Snotlout grins as he rested his head on Hookfang's back.
"Yeah right. Hiccup belongs to ME and ME only!" Astrid gives him a really dangerous glare. He mutters a sorry and kept his mouth tightly sealed.
"Hey guys..." Fishlegs pipped up. "While Meatlugg and I were flying, I heard this strange rumor."
"What rumor?" Astrid inquired.
"The rumor states that on a nearby island there lived a viking just like us. She lived there all her life and she has one of the most dangerous dragon partner a viking could have...2nd to the Night Fury."
"2nd to the Night Fury? You don't mean a Skrill right? Those things are shocking. No viking has ever lived to tell the tale of taming a Skrill." Snotlout snorts.
"Hiccup is still living and he is telling the tale of taming a Night Fury." Astrid responds.
"...Oh right." Snotlout rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
"How do you know so much about this 'Skrill'?" Tuffnut asked.
"Have you seen one with your own eyes?" Ruffnut added, pushing her brother aside.
"How do you know if you're in the presence of one?" Snotlout put his voice into the question bombardment.
"1. I read books. 2. no and 3. You'll notice a really dark cloud that hovers." Fishlegs answers them like a pro.
"Like that cloud?" Astrid pointed to this really dark cloud that seems to be hovering over a piece of land.
"How in the world did I not see that?" Tuffnut gaped.
"That's because your blind. I bet you didn't even recognize that you have a wart growing on your nose." Ruffnut smiled as Tuffnut tried to see the imaginary wart by going cross-eyed.
"What wart?...Hey there ISN"T a wart you liar!" Tuffnut glares at her. Ruffnut retaliates by sticking out her tongue.
"Guys enough. We're going in. Keep your eyes peeled." Astrid lead the group down to the hovering cloud.
A/N: Done. Sorry for the very short chapter :( Hope you enjoyed it so far!
