Hey back with the next chapter. Thank you for the reviews, there the reason I actually made this chapter today. I was going to take the day off but seeing as people are actually enjoying this I kind of had to make another.

As far as the language barrier i will admit I had forgotten about that but I do have an idea to fix it. Might take a chapter or two.

The Nest

An annoying beep disturbed the peaceful morning.

1900 had rolled around. Embers glowed where the fire once laid.

The Night Fury was still asleep. He created a new burnt patch to curl up in a little bit further away.

At least I gained a little bit of trust from him.

I walked up to the pond and looked into my reflection. It looked different... Foreign... and very dirty.

I stripped down to just the green PT shorts, which I wear underneath all the cammies, and slipped into the water.

It was cold as all hell but it felt good.

I could see the dirt lift off my body as it came in contact with the water.

Cuts and bruises covered my body, not to mention the two gunshot wounds. I'll have to replace the bandaging. I have lost track on how many days I've been here.

Dunking my face in the water was probably the best part.

Have you ever been dirty for so long it started to fell like you were clean. That's how I was. And this "bath" reminded me how good it felt to actually be clean.

I looked back to the shore and there he was. Laying in his patch of burnt land, looking at me curiously.

"Morning"

Toothless rolled his eyes and turned away from me.

Shower time is over I guess. I got out of the water and retrieved the mini med-kit, pulled out some bandages and wrapped the injuries.

Toothless cautiously walked up to me while I was wrapping them and sniffed the one on my knee.

"That there, my friend, was the resu- Shit!"

Toothless twisted the tip of his tongue into the bullet hole.

"No no no, I have Neosporin for that... damn that hurt" I said, pushing his head away.

I finished up wrapping the wounds and got dressed. The flak was the worse part. The pressure pushing on the ribs was anything but pleasant.

Sun was beginning to rise. I don't want to be down here when he shows up like last time.

I gathered all my belongings and headed for my camp

Well, considering there's nothing else really to do at the moment I started cleaning my weapons and sharpening the Ka-Bar.

I was running low on MREs. Yeah that was bad but thank God. Those things... yeah they fead you but damn they could be disgusting. But no one complains during a firefight.

It's has been a few hours. The weapons were armory condition clean. The Ka-Bar just as sharp as the one Hiccup has found.

I laid up against a tree and began to take in the surrounding forest. It was quite beautiful. You could barely see the sky through the canopy.

All of this was interrupted by an odd scraping sound coming from the cove.

I jumped up and ran up to the ledge as fast as my knee would let me.

The dragon was gone.

The only trace of him was scratch marks running up the side of the wall.

Oh shit... that happens today? Alright fuck it... It's now or never.

I ran back to the camp. Once there I quickly changed into my final fresh pair of desert cammies and put on the flak. Loaded six mags of thirty rounds into the pouches on my flak. Inserted a seventh mag into the rifle and racked it back, loading a round into the chamber. Once the rifle was set I loaded the pistol and stored an additional five mags of fifteen rounds around my utility belt. The final things I grabbed were two grenades, just in case, my Ka-Bar, and a couple pieces of jerky.

I finished up one last gear check and put on the pants and wool vest and pants. It wasn't perfect but it would have to work. I grabbed the oversized helmet, placed it on my head, and made way for the village.

By the time I got there Toothless had already been captured. I moved towards the docks and took position near the shore.

I cleared the perimeter near my location.

No Vikings in sight.

I pulled out my rifle and scoped in on the building built into the mountain.

There stood one man. He had a light brown beard. He wore a large brown wool cape and a helmet with horns nearly passing out past his shoulders.

There was no doubt as to who I was looking at.

"Stoick..." I whispered to myself.

"Ready the ships" his voice boomed across the village.

I concealed the rifle underneath my vest and made way for the ships.

"And someone get that devil on the lead ship" Stoick made his way down the mountain.

Luckily for me they were all to distracted with everything going on to notice me.

I hastily made way for the front boat. No one looked at me. They were all too busy grabbing weapons and equipment.

I got onto the front shop with relative ease.

The dragon was being crained onto the ship.

"You there, secure this beast to the bow" a Viking yelled down at me as he ran back to the stern.

I grabbed the chains around the dragons contraption and hooked them down to the deck.

Fortunately for me the dragon was to busy trying to break out of the restraints to take notice to be.

Once the Vikings had finished loading up their gear we all started for this nest they were after.

Stoick was aboard the lead ship. Along with Toothless and I. I tried my best to keep to the unpopulated areas of the ship.

It wasn't all too successful. I got a few weird stares. But luckily, with the stress of the situation no questions where really asked.

The dragon was snarling. Viking surrounded him. Laughing at his struggles to escape.

I wanted to kill them all. Here was this dragon. Whom saved the chiefs kid. But they look past that. They turn the dragon into a mere GPS.

But killing them would not get them to trust me.

A few hours into the trip past. No one really talked all to much. Everyone had taken their looks at this Night Fury by now and went on about their business.

The front of the ship had cleared up enough for me to get next to the dragon.

He was scared. Straining off in all directions.

I checked to see if anyone was looking and placed my hand on his snout.

"It's ok bud, I won't let anything happen to you" I cooed as I fed him the bit of jerky I packed.

I knew he would be fine with or without me, but if it calmed him down or make him feel any form of comfort it was worth a shot.

He looked up at me, accepted the jerky and lightly purred.

Hmm. Seems he did understand me. How is beyond my understanding.

I walked to the railing and stared off in the direction we were heading.

A huge cloud a few hundred meters out blocked my view.

It was impressive. A lot more intimidating than I remember it being in the movies.

"Here we go" I whispered under my breath.

We entered the cloud. I could only see a few inches in front of me.

"You think this will work?"

I'll admit I panicked a bit. I, being the nerd I was back before the Corps, was able to understand their language, but speaking it... I had a very hard time wrapping my tongue around their words. No where near good enough to speak it.

I looked at the man. He was a bit taller than me, yellow hair. And he had a peg leg and an axe for a hand.

Gobber...

Well no use attempting to answer him so I gave playing off as a mute a shot.

I nodded my head and continued staring off into the fog.

"You know, now that I think of it, I have never seen you around the village... who might you be exactly"

Damn it...

I gestured to my neck in hopes to portray to him that I can't speak.

"Ahh a mute are you... two can play it that game..."

He leaned closer to me, squinting.

"Who. Are you?

I had to think of something fast...

Oh got it... I tried my best to shape something on my head.

"Jar. No no bowl.. no..."

Gobber graves his chin with his one good hand.

"Oh oh, Bucket!... But your not bucket"

I tried my best to resemble that I was related to him.

"Care taker"

I shook my head no.

"Father, wait never mind that one"

"Brother"

There we go. I smiled a bit and shook my head in approval.

"Really, I never knew he had a brot-"

Gobber was cut off by Stoick.

"Gobber! Now is not the time"

"Hey Stoick have you ev-"

"Gobber!" Stoick turned towards Gobber. He was not playing games.

"Alright chief" gobber stares in defeat.

"Good to meet you by the way... names Gobber it you didn't already know." He whispered to me, extended his arm to shake.

I shook his hand.

Bad move. A small bit of desert cammie sleeve slid out beyond the vests and of course Gobber saw it.

I released his hand and with a sharp nod, quickly made my way to the exact opposite end of the ship he was standing.

I saw him squinting at me as I looked back.

Too close... literally.

"Land ahead"

The fog began to clear.

In front of us was a large mountain. Everything was grey. Not a single dragon, save Toothless, in sight.

The Viking exited the ships. Hundreds of them cautiously made their way up the shore.

I, however, stayed aboard the ship to keep the lonely dragon a little bit of company.

He calmed down a little as I approached.

"It's ok bud, nothing is going to happen to you"

I gave him a few chin rubs.

It comforted him a little.

"I'll be back bud. You're going to have to trust me"

I gave him one last rub and jumped off the boat.

Time to get to work...