Hiccup and Toothless were gently flying through the sky, slowly gliding on the Nordic winds. Astrid was following closely behind with Stormfly. She had a rope tied around the dragon's neck, loosely enough to be comfortable for the dragon, but good for her to hold onto. It was her first real flight with her dragon. Sure, she had flown in the sanctuary a bit, and Hiccup had showed her the large, natural steam vents that were located somewhere north of the sanctuary. She had enjoyed it a lot, apart from the scare that she got when Hiccup changed back to his human form mid-flight, sending him down to the earth. She had rushed after him in the hopes of catching him, but she then he flew past her, some sort of fabric wings between his arms.

She had given him a stern lecture when they touched down again, mainly her punching him so hard that his shoulder wouldn't like the gliding, and threatening to take away his amulet for a month. Hiccup's response? Run, or fly, away as fast as he could, which lead to a chase around the sanctuary. Astrid showed that she was learning to fly really quickly, already proving to be an expert in some scenarios. Hiccup and Toothless were much better though, and the fact that they were the fastest dragons alive didn't help. They quickly disappeared into the mass of dragons, and Astrid only found them by getting a Rumblehorn to track them down.

But now they were flying towards Berk, Hiccup and Toothless slowly gliding while Astrid followed on her Nadder. The wind was strong and icy, cutting through thin layers of clothes and sending chills down spines. Luckily for three of the four, they were dragons, and their thick hide protected them from these conditions. Astrid took the cold pretty well, having grown up in Viking society, she was used to the cold and bitterness of the Nordic lands. But she couldn't help but dream about the warmer, southern lands that Gobber had told them about.

Berk was dimly lit again, the burning of torches illuminating the cobblestone paths that were scattered across the village, most of the Vikings were either at home or at the great hall, except for the few that still had work to do or had had any other reasons to be in the streets at this hour. They flew over the village and headed towards the cove, once the four gracefully landed, Hiccup changed to his human form, before helping Astrid off Stormfly, something she was still getting used to.

"So, what's the plan?" Astrid asked nervously, she was about to kidnap her own chief, but she reassured herself that it was for the greater good. "We need to get him alone." Hiccup began. "Preferably away from the village." "What if we lure him to the cove?" Astrid asked. "There's only one way in and out." "That could work." Hiccup responded. "Toothless and I can force him to stay while we disarm him."

"But how will we get him to the cove? I doesn't trust me enough and I doubt he'll listen to you." Hiccup said, before quickly adding. "No offence." "None taken." Astrid replied, thinking about how to lure the dragon hating chief to the cove. "What if we let him chase a dragon?" "He'll get an entire search around the island if he sees Toothless or me, so that won't work." Hiccup answered. "Vikings do anything for a chance to kill a Nightfury." "What if it's a Nadder?" Astrid suggested. "Stormfly's fast, smart and simple enough for Stoick to chase her without calling for help."

"That would work." Hiccup said, looking at Astrid in joy as the plan formed inside his head. "We get him to spot and follow Stormfly, then we trap him in the cove, disarm him and Toothless and I can carry him back to the sanctuary." "Isn't it a bad idea to teach him that dragons are harmless by having him kidnapped by them?" Astrid asked, thinking about the chief's reaction to two dragons taking him to Odin knows where. "If I learnt one thing about my father these weeks." Hiccup began. "It's that his head is thicker than that of a Gronkle, he won't listen."

"So kidnapping it is." Astrid sighed. "Great."

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Stoick had been drinking at the hall, the past few days had been bad. With Astrid's parents whining questioning the whereabouts of his daughter and his son gone his mind had been cluttered with ideas and questions. What if they were taken by dragons? What if they had been ambushed by marauders or outcast? What if? These kinds of questions darted through his mind. But luckily the chief knew a good remedy against these kinds of things. Mead, and lots of it. HE had been drinking the entire night with his friend Gobber. And he was now slowly walking down the stairs of the hall. Before he went home he always made a quick round through his village, greeting the sentries and inspecting general things. Most of it would be lost in his mind by morning, but if someone came up with it he could usually remember most of it.

He walked past one of the catapult towers and greeted the man who were talking over a small campfire, roasting fish and drinking while they sang songs about previous battles. He walked further, towards one of the squared, and looked at the blacksmith. The old building could use some repairs, but it would be a waste of material if dragons would destroy it in the next raid. He headed towards the field, which were located at the far end of the town, near the woods. He glanced over the wheat that had been growing for a few months, the winter would be tough, but probably a bit more forgiving than the previous one. He glanced over the fields for the last time before he decided that it was time to go home, but not before something caught his eye.]

On the far end of the field stood a blue Deadly Nadder, just a few feet away from the forest. It was inspecting the crops or something, since it cocked his head at a cabbage that lay on the ground. Stoick slowly approached the dragon, not willing to startle it, for it might burn all their crops down. The dragon however noticed Stoick approaching, and directly turned its head to him. Stoick froze, he would probably be able to dodge the flames of the beast, but the crops wouldn't. The dragon looked at him, scanning his body with its large yellow eyes. Stoick slowly took a step forward, and moved his hand to the hilt of his sword that was strapped to his side. The dragon followed his hand and quickly found the weapon hanging from the Viking's side. The Nadder took a step back, inching closer to the treeline.

Meanwhile Stoick was thinking, dragons stayed away from the village. A terror could be found in a fish basket sometimes but Nadders only appeared during raids. There was something off about this dragon, and he swore he would find out what. Stoick took another step towards the Nadder, which took another step back. Maybe it was hurt. Or maybe it was protecting something and looking for food. The thought that thiums dragon was looking for food for another dragon crossed Stoicks mind. The other one was probably wounded or something and it was trying to help. He wouldn't let some dragon rest on his island, not while he's still chief.

Stoick decided that the dragon wasn't looking for a fight, so it was probably out of fire, wounded or exhausted. He stepped towards the dragon, his hand having a white-knuckled grip on his hilt, ready to kill this beast. The dragon however stepped back, it bumped against a tree and quickly stepped further back, enlarging the gap between Stoick and the dragon. Stoick was growing annoyed with the dragon and decided that it was time to end this game that they were playing. He walked towards the dragon, unsheathing his sword. The Nadder panicked and quickly fled into the forest, the Viking chief hot on its heels.

Stoick didn't pay attention to the distance that they ran, and he hadn't definitely didn't mind hunting down a dragon. He knew most of the island and it he could probably find his way back. The Nadder that ran in front of him suddenly disappeared. Stoick slowed his pace, checking around him carefully, searching for any sign of the dragon. He heard a loud screech, and quickly headed towards the origin of the sound. He found the dragon in a small cove, and quickly headed down a small path that was cut out of the rock. The Nadder must have noticed him since it walked to the far end of the cove. Stoick slowly approached the creature, ready to end it. But then the dragon spread its wings and took to the skies, landing on the high edge of the cove. Stoick looked at the dragon, knowing that he was in a dangerous position, the dragon had the high ground. Stoick slowly backed up, hoping that he could make it back to the entrance of the cove, but his plan of escape shattered as he heard a soft growl from behind him.

He turned around to see a pair of bright green eyes in the darkness of the night, staring straight at him. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness, and usually that would help him with seeing a dragon in the night, but not this time. This dragon was as dark as the night could get, and the clouds in the sky didn't help. He tried to walk around the dragon, hoping to make it to the exit, but another growl was heard from his right. The same pair of green eyes peered at him. He looked back and found the other pair, so there were two dragon. He pulled his sword out of the sheath. Which earned him a growl from both the dragons. He looked at one of the eyes, and found a blue glow making its way through the darkness of the night. The glow illuminated the dragons face, peering out of its nostrils and mouth, its sharp teeth visible.

"Nightfuries." Stoick whispered to himself, staring at the dragon, and shocked that it seemed to nod. Stoick thought about it, maybe he could drop his weapon, act like he wasn't a threat and run, get help and slay these monsters, if they would still be there at least. He decided that if today was his day, then so be it, but he wouldn't go down without a fight.

He charged at the closest Nightfury, only to be swatted back by the tail of the other. But the dragon hadn't counted on the quick reflexes of the Viking warrior. Stoick quickly grabbed the tail and clung to it, making the dragon swing him around. He was thrown loose and was thrown against the rock wall of the cove, falling down into the sand below. He pulled himself from the ground and looked at his sword, it was misshaped by the smack that he made against the wall, but there was something on it. On the sword was a thick sticky liquid, blood.

Stoick then felt a shock on the back of his head, and everything went black. Astrid hurried to the dragons, having hit her own chief on his head with the side of her axe was a first, but she was worried about her friends. She lit a torch to light the surroundings of the cove, and quickly found the two dragons besides each other, one of them licking the tailfin of the other, who was whining in pain. "Hiccup?" She asked. Causing the pained dragon to raise its earflaps. She hurried to the dragon to greet it and ask how he was. "Are you in pain?" She asked. Earning a nod from the dragon. "Your tailfin?" Hiccup nodded again. She grabbed the torch and moved followed the dragons body, moving around the big wings. When she reached the tail she saw that there was nothing wrong with it. She moved around to the other side of the tail and was met with shock.

The tailfin was gone, and in its place was a fresh, bleeding pink wound.

AN:

HAHAHAHHAHAHA, IM SO EVIL!

Thought it would be that easy eh?

I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter, it was longer, like asked previously. I'm currently halfway in a week of tests at school and I hope to update both the stories every weekend. So there's something to look forward to. If you have suggestions, tips, hints or spare change for me then please leave them in a PM or in a review. Thanks for reading!

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