I'm back, sorry for the really, really long wait... I hope you'll forgive me after reading this chapter!

On an unknown island far south of Berk

Ten ships sailed up into the sand, the island was beautiful, and dragon free according to the scouts reports. The first person to step foot off a boat was a large burly man, he had a long reddish beard with grey streaks, he was weathered from battle and sailing, but he held strong for his people. He was Stoic, leader of the Viking tribe the hairy hooligans, and currently helping his tribe find a new home. Stoic eyed the island, it was like their old one, though the climate was warmer, but they would adjust. There was a large forest ripe with game, and a clearing big enough for a village, if the scout reports are true.

"We'll sleep on the beach tonight, if anything happens we set sail. Gather wood and any food you find, time to set camp." With that order everyone got moving, though one couple held back. Stoic watched them, understanding flowing over him. They had lost their daughter like he had lost his son, he wished to take back sending her on that mission. If he had known the dragons would stop the attacks that week he never would have sent her.

After the attacks stopped he tried to reach Astrid, but a storm hit and no ship could sail through it. When it cleared they received word that she had been taken by a dragon and, though the rest of the letter was missing, they knew what that meant. The village had mourned, they had set a pyre at sea for her, her old armor and a lock of hair from her first haircut the only mementos to be burned. Her mother had sobbed, and even her father had shed a few tears. They set sail a day after, wanting to find safety lest the dragons return. It was another two weeks of sailing before they found the current island.

Stoic wondered over to the two, placing his hands on their shoulders. While he wasn't always great with words, he tried to relay his meaning through his gesture. Ellna smiles sadly, "We don't blame you Chief, I know my girl's watching us in Valhalla with your boy." At his wife's words Greegan nod's, taking her hand and guiding her to the tree line to collect firewood. Stoic watches them a moment longer then heads off to help his village collect supplies.

The night went by peacefully, further scouting proved there to be no dragons on the island, and no trace of dragons visiting the island. Everyone looked to Stoic, and so he made the call: This would be their new home.

Back on Berk

The Barbarians were camped out on the beach, though they had pillaged everything, Avor wouldn't leave till the dragon man was dead. "Have you found them yet? I want that bastard's head on a spike, and that bitch as my prize!" The men around nodded, they had been searching all day, and were too exhausted to argue. Avor growled and stomped back into the ship, the men sighed and went to bed, they would start their search again in the morning.

No one noticed the two shadows landing outside of camp, no one had bothered to stay up and keep watch, after all it had been safe the last few weeks, what would make tonight any different.

Astrid gripped her Axe with both hands, this would be the night she got her revenge for the humiliation Avor put her through, and the scars he left on her body. She looked to Hiccup as he murmured something to Toothless and Stormfly, the two dragons took to the sky where they would wait for the signal to attack. Hiccup turned to Astrid and nodded, they had made a plan while Astrid was healing, now was the time to see if it'd work. "Remember, if it get's too hairy we'll signal the dragons to meet us at the cliffs." Astrid nodded and the two made their way into camp.

The fires were put out one by one, creating an erie darkness, the sounds of snoring were all that filled the air, until fire started popping back up, this time it was tents being set on fire. Screams filled the air, and that's when the dragons above made their attacks. Toothless shot fiery plasts into the unsuspecting men while Stormfly shot spikes from her tail. The men were pinned down and forced to head away from the ship, leaving Avor unprotected. Astrid took the opening and dashed aboard while Hiccup and the dragons got to work disarming and knocking out everyone. Only one person would die tonight, the rest they would send away with the threat to never come back.

Astrid knew Avor was on the ship, it was just a matter of finding him. Not wanting to draw this out Astrid did the first thing that came to mind. "Bastard, come out and face me!"

It didn't take long for Avor to meet her on deck, he was wearing a full set of armor and wielding a sword and shield. "I do love when my toys come to play, are you going to come quietly or do I have to drag you?" Astrid spit at him, holding her axe steady. "Looks like you need more training." the vile man launched at her, sword clanged against axe. She pushed back and swung her axe towards his chest. He blocked with the shield, and used the but of the sword to knock her away.

Astrid launched a kick to his head, and followed through with her axe. Avor was able to dodge the kick, but the axe caught him in the side. He reeled back, then launched forward trying to slash her with his sword, but she was to agile and dodged his attacks. She spun away from one jab and used her momentum to send a strong kick to his chest. Avor blocked with his shield and pushed Astrid back, she fell and barely managed to bring her Axe up in time to black a blow to the chest. He wanted her dead, and to see her blood stain the deck of his ship. Astrid rolled away and stood, she twisted the axe and lunged forward. The attack hit the floor near Avor's feet, and before he could react shed pulled the blade up, slicing through his chest armor and grazing his flesh.

The enraged man threw his shield at Astrid, who ducked out of the way. He gripped his sword and ran at her, planning to cut her trough, she side stepped and he swung at her, slashing her tunic and slicing her side. Astrid winced and held her side briefly, pushing the pain away to focus on her enemy. He was smiling now, an evil smile that said he knew she'd never beat him. Astrid took a deep breath, steadying herself, and lunged again. This time Avor dodged her, kicking her away. She grabbed his leg and pulled him forward, knocking off his balance, he fell and she took her advantage to cut the very leg he had kicked at her with. The wound was deep, and blood pooled out, but he wasn't ready to give in. He thrusted his sword, catching her in the stomach. Thanks to his injuries and her own dodging she didn't take too much damage.

Astrid kicked the sword out of his hand and knocked it away, she raised her axe high and brought it down swiftly, ending Avor's life with more mercy then he deserved. Bloody and battle worn, she made her way off the ship. Hiccup was heading her way, he had just finished his task and had left the dragons to guard the men while he checked on Astrid. When he saw her bloodied form he rushed over to her.

The warrioress smiled up at him, dropping her axe and letting him hold her up. Hiccup didn't care about the blood staining his armor, he was just happy to see her standing. The dragon rider picked his companion up and grabbed her axe. She let herself rest in his embrace, glad to be alive, and glad to have her friend by her side.

Hope you liked it, I'll try to write another chapter soon!