A/N: Okay, so yes, I know that this chapter is way late, and I am very sorry; aside from my professors deciding to slap a load of tests/projects on all of us before fall break hits, my boyfriend had a family emergency, so I've been spending most of my already limited free time with him. So yeah, I'm sorry this chapter is so late, and I'm sorry it's so ridiculously short; hopefully the next update will be sooner. I also apologize for the very shitty content of this chapter. Because it is shitty. I'm just not good with action sequences, as you are going to see here; I can't write them well. I don't think many people can, but I especially can't. It's also hard writing it from Ruffnut's perspective; whereas the movie had awesome camera angles and a cool soundtrack, I just have Ruffnut, on the ground, sans soundtrack. And I know a bunch of you were excited for the Epic Battle with the Red Death, but...it's probably not going to be that epic. I am not DreamWorks and I am not even going to pretend to be. If, however, you do want to read an epic battle, check out the last chapter of Hitchups by The Antic Repartee (btw, is anyone else TOTALLY BUMMED that it's over? Because I am).

I took some liberties with the action; after Ruffnut and Tuffnut antagonize the Red Death, the movie kind of...forgets about them. Which sucks, because I love them. So I gave them a task that shouldn't interfere with the movie.

And yes, I call it the Red Death. In the great conundrum of Green vs. Red, let me remind the readers that there are RED spikes on the dragon, but green is nowhere to be found on it. I know some sources report it as the Green Death, but I will not call it the Green Death when it has no signs of being green. Also because Red Death sounds fucking badass.

Huge, huge, HUGE thanks to Catnip-Packet, musiclover99, Voldyne, TemariTheWolf, Annabeth The Unicorn, xv323, Capito Celcior, Irako of the Desert, Darned4AllEternity, and Glitterthorn for reviewing last chapter; you guys are awesome, sorry for the wait!

Enjoy!

I had absolutely no idea where we were going; Hel, I could barely see the others. It's no wonder only a dragon can find the nest; even though I could only see smoke, they swerved like they were avoiding rocks every now and then.

I knew we were getting close when I heard the loudest roaring I've ever heard in my life; there was no way something like a Monstrous Nightmare or a Night Fury could make a sound like that. Screams and shouts followed not long after; we were almost there. When the smoke cleared, we saw a giant volcano—and next to it was a dragon that was just as big. Astrid wasn't kidding; it was the biggest damn dragon in the world. Of course it was controlling the other dragons; our sheep had to be, like, nibbles for something that size. The Hairy Hooligans were running towards the far side of the island, away from the ships—which, I noticed, the dragon had mostly set on fire. Hiccup led us right up to it; the Nadder shot at the dragon's head before we swerved around it.

"Ruff, Tuff, watch your backs!" Hiccup shouted. I looked behind me and felt my eyes get really big as I realized how close I was to the dragon's teeth. "Move, Fishlegs!"

"Look at us, we're on a dragon!" Tuff shouted to Mom, Dad, and Uncle Bloodnut, who were all standing together and staring at us with open mouths. "We're on dragons, all of us!" He sounded totally stupid, but I couldn't help grinning anyway.

Hiccup led us near the ships; we pulled into a tight circle and hovered as best we could. "Fishlegs, break it down!"

"Okay: heavily-armored skull and tail made for bashing and crushing—steer clear of both! Small eyes, large nostrils; relies on hearing and smell," Fishlegs rattled off.

"Okay; Lout, Legs, hang in his blind spot. Make some noise, keep it confused," Hiccup said. "Ruff, Tuff, find out if it has a shot limit. Make it mad."

"That's my specialty," I said, smirking. Hello, this was the girl who had just been singing "I Know a Song That Gets on Everybody's Nerves".

"Since when?" Tuff scoffed. "Everyone knows I'm more irritating!" I rolled my eyes; oh, please. "See?" And he rolled his head of the Zippleback upside down and got in my face, making obnoxious gurgling noises. I shoved him.

"Just do what I told you!" Hiccup groaned. "I'll be back as soon as I can!" He and Astrid headed towards the ships to look for Toothless.

"No worries, we got it covered!" Snotlout shouted after them while me and Tuff led the way to the dragon.

"Yeah, whoo!" Fishlegs whooped. He and Snotlout hung back in the dragon's blind spot while me and Tuff flew in front of its face.

"Troll!" Tuff shouted.

"Butt-elf!" I added.

"Bride of Grendel!"

We cackled as we flew away; a second later, I felt a hot blast of air rush past me. "Whoooaa!" I shouted as we pulled over and away from the ginormous flames. "Frigg!"

Tuff reached down to pat his neck of the Zippleback. "Good dragon."

I blew out a breath of air. "Well, that was fun."

"Wanna do it again?" Tuff asked.

I grinned. "Aww yeah."

Tuff grinned back and straightened his helmet. I reached down and patted my neck of the Zippleback. "C'mon, fellas." The Zippleback squawked and zoomed towards the dragon. I cupped my hands around my mouth. "Yoohoo!"

"Hey, fart-face!" Tuff shouted. The dragon growled and opened its mouth. "Go!" Tuff said to the Zippleback, and we just barely missed another blast.

Astrid and her Nadder pulled up a minute later. "Hiccup's getting Toothless; he'll be here soon," she said, pushing her fringe out of her eyes. "Is there anything you need me to do?"

I glanced at the dragon; Snotlout and Fishlegs were doing a pretty good job of annoying the hell out of it, and me and Tuff pretty well had checking its shot limit covered, so there wasn't much left to do. "I mean, I guess you could help us find out if it has a shot limit," I said, shrugging. "We could, like, take turns or something."

"Good idea; we could wear it out faster," Astrid said. I hadn't even thought of that, but it totally worked. "Okay, hang on." She turned the Nadder and flew towards the dragon, circling around its head; she swooped low just before it shot at her.

"That's three," Tuff said. "Not counting the damage it did before we showed up. Most dragons have a shot limit of…what, six?"

I thought about it for a second. "This thing is huge; its shot limit is probably at least twice as much as a normal dragon."

"Or it doesn't have a shot limit," Tuff pointed out.

I chewed the inside of my cheek. "Well, we have to at least wear it out for Hiccup."

Tuff grinned, adjusting his helmet. "Bring it on."

I grinned back at him. We looped-the-loop in front of the dragon, who was pretty pissed off by now; I mean, between Snotlout and Fishlegs banging on their shields right beside its head and me, Tuff, and Astrid flying in front of its face and shouting at it, it was probably going nuts—it was sure roaring like it. We had our closest call yet; I'm pretty sure my hair got a little bit singed or something. We pulled up beside Astrid; I panted, "Your turn."

"I'm gonna check up on Snotlout while I'm at it," she said, totally not looking concerned at all that we had just, like, almost died. I looked over at the dragon and saw that Snotlout had somehow or other ended up on the dragon's head, hammering at its eyes, while Fishlegs was on the ground with his Gronckle. "I guess I should probably make sure he doesn't get eaten or something."

"Uh, yeah, that might be a good idea," I agreed.

Astrid and her Nadder moved away.

"So that brings us up to six," Tuff said. "If it has a shot limit, we've gotta be close to reaching it."

"If it doesn't kill us first," I grumbled.

"We're Vikings; it's an occupational hazard," Tuff joked.

I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway. Astrid pulled up beside us. "Snotlout's still hanging on; I say we leave him up there until Hiccup gets here." When Tuff opened his mouth to argue, she said, "If we go over there to try and help him, the dragon will probably move its head to attack us and he'll most likely fall off and break his neck; trust me, he's probably safer up there than if we tried to perform a rescue mission."

It was either a very good plan to keep Snotlout alive or a very good plan to get him "accidentally" killed.

"Well, Hiccup better hurry up, then," Tuff huffed, apparently not trusting Astrid. "Where is he, anyway?"

Astrid glanced behind her and then whipped around, her whole face lighting up. "He's up!" Her Nadder swooped forward and we followed her. "Get Snotlout outta there!"

"I'm on it!" me and Tuff said at the same time. We glared at each other.

"I'm on it first!" Tuff snapped, knocking his head of the Zippleback into mine.

"Hey!" I reached down to shove him.

"I'm ahead of you!" He shoved back.

"Let me drive!" I kicked him in the ribs.

"No, this way!" He tried to lead, but at this point, I think the Zippleback was just doing its own thing.

"Stop it!" I shoved him again.

"Don't push me!"

"I'll knock your teeth out!"

"If you would just listen to me—"

Out of nowhere, Snotlout jumped and landed on the Zippleback's back; with a blink, I realized we'd just swooped in over the dragon's head and now the Zippleback was taking us to the ground with all the other Vikings.

"Whoa-ho, I can't believe that worked!" Tuff shouted.

"It's about time!" Snotlout snapped. "Jeesh! I was only up there forever!"

"Aw, we were comin' for ya, ya big baby," I said, rolling my eyes as the Zippleback touched down. It lowered its heads so that me and Tuff could get off; it felt really weird, walking around on solid ground after being up in the air for so long. I kind've preferred being in the air. Kind've—okay, I really preferred being in the air; walking kind of sucked in comparison.

There was a high-pitched whistling, and then Gobber shouted, "Night Fury!"

"Get down!" someone else shouted.

Even though we knew Toothless wasn't gonna kill us, we ducked by reflex anyway; old habits die hard and all that. The whistling got louder, and then there was a blast; Astrid's Nadder flew away from the dragon, but she fell off. I grabbed Tuff's shoulder, but Toothless swooped in and caught her; he set her on the ground and shot in the air again. There was another blast, and then the dragon was down. It stretched its huge wings, and then it lifted itself up into the air to chase after Hiccup and Toothless. Tuff grabbed my wrist and pulled me to stand with Astrid, Snotlout and Fishlegs; together, the five of us watched Hiccup and Toothless outrun it. Between all of us cheering and the dragon tearing down rocks left, right, and center while it tried to catch up with Hiccup and Toothless, I knew it had to be getting pissed as Hel—that was probably part of Hiccup's plan.

Suddenly, Toothless swung upward and shot into the sky; I heard a few people behind me gasp. The dragon had trouble keeping up because it was so huge and wasn't built for speed like Night Furies are; it shot at them, but Hiccup and Toothless always just barely managed to avoid it. Then they disappeared into the clouds, and all we could do was listen to the flap of the thing's enormous wings and its loud roars.

There were bright, blue flashes a few minutes later that had to be Toothless. We could hear the other dragon roaring its head off, so Toothless must have been doing some kind of damage. It was like a lightning storm with no rain; dark clouds, loud noises, sudden flashes of light, and no idea when the Hel it was gonna be over. Sometimes we could see the outline of the dragon in the clouds. It wasn't doing a lot of moving around; just hovering in one place, twisting its giant head around.

Then the clouds were a bright orange; the other dragon was spitting out a bunch of fire. The roaring went on for a few more minutes, and suddenly Toothless was shooting out of the clouds, the other dragon falling out of the sky behind him. Its wings were stretched out and these huge holes were growing in them—the pressure was too much for its wings and they were literally ripping apart. It hit the ground head-first and, I kid you not, it exploded; the blast was so hard that I had to grab onto Tuff to keep from being blown away (one of the only things me and Tuff can agree on is that he's heavier than me. Heavier, not stronger). Smoke spread everywhere; I squeezed my eyes shut when I felt it starting to sting. We had to wait for the ashes to settle for a few minutes; it was a pretty big dragon. I was still getting to my feet from where me and Tuff had crouched down when Stoick took off, coughing and shouting, "Hiccup! Hiccup! Son!"

We all walked forward, still trying to see through the thinning smoke—and then I saw why Stoick had stopped shouting. He was kneeling in front of Toothless, who was lying on the ground—and judging from the way Stoick's head was lowered, Hiccup wasn't lying beside Toothless.

I couldn't breathe. Hiccup was dead. And it wasn't just that Stoick had found his body—there was no body. He'd been burned into ashes by the fire—for all I knew, he could've been floating around in the air. I shivered, even though it was still hot from the explosion.

Then, Toothless lifted up one of his wings and Stoick jerked forward. I felt my hand come up and squeeze Tuff's shoulder—so there was a body. Stoick threw off his helmet and pressed his ear to Hiccup's chest, and I squeezed Tuff's shoulder even harder; there was still a chance…

"He's alive!" Stoick shouted. "You brought him back alive!"

He's alive.

I felt a huge grin stretch over my face. "Yes," I whispered, releasing my death-grip on Tuff's shoulder. Around us, everyone was laughing and cheering, and even though he swears it's not true, I totally saw Snotlout wipe away a tear. It felt like when we were little and the Elder would tell a story about Humongously Hotshot the Hero, and we would all cheer at the end of the story when Hotshot got rid of the bad guy and saved the princess and all the loose ends were tied up. Gobber stumped over to Stoick; a few minutes later, Stoick stood up and turned around, holding Hiccup in his arms.

I squeezed Tuff's shoulder again—Hiccup was missing his left leg below the knee.