The Fury in the Night
Chapter 20
-Hiccup's Island-
'Hiccup, we're here,' Toothless murmured.
Hiccup seemed to snap out of his trance and his angry features softened.
'Thanks Toothless. It's been a stressful couple of months. That trip south is sounding better and better every day,' Hiccup smiled softly at the idea of getting away from all of the madness that was around him.
'Agreed,' Toothless trilled.
The flock under Hiccup and Toothless' direction landed on his island. He led them into his forge and got right to work. He set up a small nest for the pregnant dragon and then proceeded to measure the dragons.
'Hiccup, what are you going?' Toothless asked, his head cocked to the side in curiosity.
'I'm out fitting them,' Hiccup answered as he finished with one of the flock members.
'Armor?' Toothless asked.
'Yep, I get the feeling we're really going to need it, even if we do attack in the night,' Hiccup nodded.
'I think you're giving these people a bit too much credit,' Toothless huffed.
'Survival brother, that's the goal. Let's not take a chance,' Hiccup scowled.
'If we're going to retire, don't you want to go out with a bang,' Toothless hissed.
Hiccup was speechless.
'How….how did you hear that,' Hiccup blinked.
'You're not the only one that can learn a new language,' Toothless growled.
'You said it yourself, I need to get out of this business,' Hiccup growled right back,
'But quitting?! That's not you,' Toothless hissed.
'Toothless, I don't know about you, but I'm tired of fighting everybody's battles for them and then getting accused of doing something that was a side effect of fighting that battle! I'm tired of fighting everyone that decides we're a threat to their culture! To their lives! To their children!' Hiccup roared angrily.
'We fought those battles because we had to! We fought and killed to protect those people, whether they wanted that or not! We are the strong! We are the powerful! We are the survivors of every battle, of every hell hole on this side of the world! We have survived so much and fought those that would kill the innocent so easily, but we saved them! We took on the tragedies, the feared, the destroyers!' Toothless roared right back.
'And look what it's given us! Hate! Anger! Bounties on our heads! We've been hunted everywhere we've gone and I'm sick and tired of it! What am I supposed to do!? Kill everyone that deems me a threat? Burn villages? Become the very monsters we fought so hard against?!' Hiccup roared indignantly.
'If you wanted to, yes. I would follow if you did, I would do that…..but leaving? Fleeing? We're running because it's getting tough! We should be embracing this! We choose this! We made an oath to one another, do you remember what it was? We had just left the queen and was headed south. What did we say?' Toothless argued angrily.
'…..To fight for what was right. For freedom. For hope. Even if we had to be the one they feared the most,' Hiccup whispered. He clenched his hands tightly before releasing them.
'That's right, this is what we dedicated our lives to. Yes its hard, dear gods, I know it is, I've been there with you for almost all of it, and there are too many conflicting issues to even consider without going mad. I know we're not perfect, but guess what! We don't need to be! WE'RE the most feared beings in this place! No one challenges us alone and for good reason. We're the deadliest ones around. We don't need to run if we don't need to,' Toothless instilled.
'Your right….it's just….we have never caught a break. Ever. The last time we thought we had…you remember what happened with the Fury Hunters,' Hiccup looked away.
'A Night Fury died,' Toothless nodded,' but we learned from it. We avenged him. Even if it didn't do any good besides getting rid of a horrendous dragon hunting cult that hunts Night Furies. She's still out there. Sure she's angry at you and blames you for all the misery in her life and she would rather die before coming near us, but you know what? That was her choice.'
'….Do you ever wish you had gone with her that night? Killed me and left with her?' Hiccup murmured.
'No, you're my brother, you're far more important to me Hiccup,' Toothless whispered as he got his brother to relax into his embrace for the night. Toothless' wings wrapped around the two and the darkness embraced them for the night.
-A Crest of Gold-
Razor had returned home and was currently in front of the fire place with the Fury's wooden bomb shell. It was a piece of a cradle, but of whose? Was it his? Was it a baby that Berk had pushed out to sea recently? Could it have been someone the Fury knew? What was the answer?
"Razor?" a sleepy and older voice asked.
"Dad, what are you doing awake?" Razor asked with concern deep in his voice.
"I…I couldn't sleep. You hadn't come home and I…I was worried about you," Stoick murmured.
Razor smiled at the fatherly gesture.
"What have you got there lad?" Stoick asked with sleepy curiosity.
"Oh, this…its nothing, just…puzzling," Razor scowled.
Stoick held out his hand in fork it over and let me see it gesture. Razor shrugged and handed it over for his father to look at.
"It looks like a piece of an old cradle from one of Berk's….baby….cradles," Stoick's voice died as he turned it over. It had the Haddock family crest on it.
"What is it Dad?" Razor asked.
"Wh-where did you get this?" Stoick gulped and breathed in deeply. It couldn't be.
"Um, well you see-e," Razor scratched his neck rather nervously," I, ah, I got it from the, erh, Fury."
Stoick sat down with a look of shock sitting on his features.
"Well shit."
-The Flames of a Night Gone Right-
'Dagur the Deranged indeed,' Hiccup scuffed as he and Toothless soared over the extremely packed together boats.
'This is going to be too easy,' Toothless scuffed.
'Alright, let's get close to the village, I'll set Glow down to find the chief of these idiots,' Hiccup directed.
The famous duo flew down as quietly as they could and just as they were right behind the village Hiccup opened his pack and a small Fire Worm flew out.
Hiccup nodded as the dragon flew off. It was time to destroy an armada.
'Alright, Toothless, get your biggest blast ready, let's get this party started,' Hiccup smiled deviously.
Toothless flew up higher and then dropped down as if to cut the midnight sky like a knife. As they fell faster and faster, Toothless gathered gas in his throat. The high pitched wailing began as they sped to the armada.
Toothless aimed and fired his plasma present right at the ships that were so stupidly grouped together. The blast exploded and lite up the dark harbor with its brilliant light. The ship that Toothless had hit was gone, as were several of the ones around it. The armada in the Berserker Harbor was on fire. The Vikings awoke and swarmed their island in mass of confusion and anger at the attack. Alarm bells rang, people screamed and yelled for boats to go and rescue the watch men on the ships.
Toothless gathered more gas in his throat for another round of what could only be called a plasma bomb. He dropped with Hiccup whooping in joy. A second explosion decimated the other side of the armada. Toothless flew by two more times to ensure that the fleet was on fire and that the fire was spreading to the center of the fleet right before he bombed that said middle.
'Hiccup, I don't have much more gas,' Toothless informed him seriously.
'You won't need it, we just got the job done. You destroyed at least forty ships with each of your blasts, plus the fire will destroy so many more, pus the flock should be arriving right about'-an explosion destroyed more boats as a Night Fury blasted the armada- ',now' Hiccup smiled.
'You think that Glow has found the idoit running this joint?' Toothless asked impatiently.
'If she had, she'd be here,' Hiccup answered, annoyed by the impatient question.
Toothless growled at the tone but didn't comment. Hiccup looked for the small Fire Worm but kept an eye on the chaos to see if he could find a man that was giving out orders.
A chirp to the side of the brothers turned their attention a small glowing light struggling to keep up with them.
'Glow! We were wondering where you went!' Hiccup chirped excitedly.
'I found him Hiccup! He's on the port watching the fire,' Glow reported.
'Perfect. Toothless, if you will?' Hiccup grinned ferociously.
'With pleasure,' Toothless growled and dived right to the village.
Toothless leveled out and at the last moment pulled up from the glide he had been holding. He stopped just short of the deranged chief.
"A dragon! Perfect! I was wondering when I would get to kill a new one! Killing the usual brand is getting boring," Dagur smiled insanely.
Toothless growled at the comment and swopped over the insane chief. Hiccup choose that time to make his presence known as he leaped off his brother's back and landed in front of the man.
"Oh? Is this who I think it is?!" Dagur gleefully exclaimed.
"Yes, now I have one question for you. Are you ready to die?" Hiccup growled.
"So the defender of beasts comes to cut me down eh?" Dagur giggled insanely.
"In the name of dragon tradition, I will avenge the fallen heroes and the innocent that you have killed," Hiccup roared. He then drew his two swords and charged the insane man.
Dagur drew his sword and with a wicked smile on his face, attacked his enemy.
As Hiccup attacked, he felt his rage over the man energize his body, fuel for the fire that was to come Dagur's way.
Dagur swung wildly, but calculatedly, Hiccup parried and stuck, letting the blows come to him and reverting them away to create his openings to strike. It wasn't even a fair fight in Hiccup's mind. Dagur was predictable even when he was random.
Hiccup got bored with the fight quickly and put an end to it with a kick, which made Dagur stumble back, then Hiccup struck with lightning fast power. Dagur's body flew backwards as his head was launched into the air, his helmet fell to the ground. Hiccup caught the head by its hair with a feral growl.
-The Next Day-
It was a calm day for the most part, sunny, bright, and quite warm for the Barbaric Archipelago. Razor stared out at the sea from the docks. They had sent someone to their death from this spot. A baby, no more than a month old. His own brother.
A howling high pitch scream of a Night Fury permeated the air for a couple of seconds sending chills down everyone's back. Some even took cover behind the closest thing.
Razor looked up at the circling black dot and made a decision. He NEEDED to know who the Fury was.
-A Trapped Rat-
"We got it," Eret smiled as he watch the dragon struggling in the reinforced nets.
"Aye, that we did, now, we need to figure out how it was healing so fast, I'm sending my force in first," a man commanded.
"Fine, but be sure it's not too big for you to handle," Eret nodded, his features graced with a serious frown.
"Will do," the man nodded.
The man turned on his heel and left the ship.
He got to the bank they were anchored to and looked around. He saw his men enjoying a fire and walked to them.
"Mount up Fury Hunters, we got things to do," the man smiled.
-End Chapter 20-
Yikes, the next few chapters should be a dozy ladies and gentlemen.
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