(A/N: Because of what happened in the previous Chapter, now the Hooligans are beginning to fear Hiccup which is exactly what he wanted; but that does not mean that they'll fight back against him after what he did to Gothi and that clearly was not his fault, but now that he knows that she didn't turn against him he's left with no other choice but continue on with his plan to see the Isle of Berk collapse from below. The very same plot that Alvin the Treacherous had came up with and the same plan he stopped with Dreadfulstryke in Chains of Hooligans. Now they will know fear itself in the end, so let's have him bring some destruction as revenge for what they did to Gobber; Enjoy!)
The sun was rising above the horizon at Owl Gut Island very faintly as slithers of dawnlight peaked into the dark Main Hall where Drayko had was explaining the news to the Knights about what had happened; what had caused him to come over to here to alert them all, especially his own predicament that led to Gobber's downfall. Drayko was especially upset because of what had happened, he was feeling ripped in between wanting to continue his journey for revenge and not wanting to have Gobber fall into a lifetime of despair; his words came true as he spoke this out to the Knights: "If I ever made peace between Berk and the Dragons then I can see the world full of lies before myself"
"What terrible things would you imagine in a world of lies like that?" Raijah asked him
"There are more than one, all of them are worse when it comes to reality itself: I'll be blind to Toothless' urgency to alert me about Torch's Mother coming this way to Berk and punish him for his false enviousness, Stoick would begin monopolizing my brother after I suggested that he needed a Dragon of his own to keep up his Chieftain duties and worse of all; he does not give a shit about what I have to say about him" Drayko turned away as Toothless went underneath his arm
"Really now? I had the same feeling about what it feels like to have your Dragon be taken away and taken for granted, except if there was a rogue Thunderdrum on the loose; we'll choose Thornado as an example, then I wouldn't give either of my Dragons back. Rainserviper, Deathstalker, Blood and Bone, Dustscorcher and Tuskfang are all off limits to everyone but myself" Mikekolton spoke up to Drayko as he approached him
"I ask you this, Mikekolt: What good is the promise of being apart of an Viking Tribe who murders these innocent Dragons?" Drayko asked him
"It was all you had at the time, before he came to change all of that which you never had before in your life; he did not make things easier, he made a pathway for the better future ahead of us all. What's not there to think of?" Drayko immediately looked up as he began heading for the door
"If Thornado really did go rogue and attack Berk out of the need to defend it's friend Whirlwing from those wild boars, then I would never let Stoick ride my Night Fury; not even if it meant that he and Thornado would bond together, you've made the right choice in not doing so and for that: consider this when we fly out to the world to explore the many Mythologies out there, you'll be given a little souvenir from our travels together" Drayko told him as the Knights watched him depart once again, they had their own share of the action from the last journey they had so they might as well get some rest for this one; but that doesn't mean they will not hesitate to aid him when he needs it the most
Leaving Owl Gut Island once more, Drayko and Toothless have returned to the Cove that was still at night where they got their rest as for tomorrow; the Vikings will see just how lethally moody that Hiccup can be towards the very same people who have wrought this unto themselves, he got into his bed and rested peacefully for he hoped that Gobber can rest easy knowing about the hardships that they have been through. With that, throughout the rest of the night was filled with yet another nightmare that had transpired; but this one being more like a dream of sorts as he could think back to the time where Toothless was ever so free in the skies above, although he came to him in his pain
In this dream of his, he took on his previous appeareance like before with the usual tunic and body warmer with leggings and boots; having arm wrappings and his hairstyle all the same during his time on the Dragon's Edge, keeping his Birthmark of course with his bloody wounds that bled down everywhere on him. All the others appeared in their younger teenage selves as it began with him running to the Cove that he always kept hidden from everyone around him, it was after the incident involving his revelation to who was responsible for making their weapons. It was here that it all began...
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock was 17 Years Old at this age and felt like the torment of his Tribe would never leave him, deep in his mind he was elsewhere as the years of bullshit were given to him without having done nothing wrong to any of them. He had begun to have enough of this mistreatment towards him, being forced into Dragon Training as he had no intent on ever joining and not wanting to be the Chief of an Tribe who had tormented him in his younger years. He could give less of an shit and an ambered fly from the ass of an Death Song about what they thought about their actions, they did it all on purpose and that mattered not to him
He ran as fast for he could ever run through the heavily dense forest, running through the bushes as he made fantastic jumps across and dodging the branches that came to smack him in the face as he climbed over the rocks; never slowing down, never stopping and never giving into his feet that screamed out in pain. No matter the lone twig that sliced his arm and as he tumbled to the ground, he only continued forward as an streak of tears were left behind; splashing upon the ground
It mattered not where he was going, all that did matter was to get away from the Village that shunned him throughout the years; the father who had always shown an unchangable disappointment in him in his attempts to impress him and from the Hofferson teenager who had broken not his heart several times over, but his will to live
In the amount of time that he had ran, he had to stop as he looked around to where he was, nothing familiar and he had no indication of where he came from; everywhere looked identical as the trees covered the sky and the sun that shined down was clouded from view
Those who would go this far would panic, knowing that they were lost and perhaps even fearful of what lies beyond the unknown before them
Hiccup however... was happy, truly happy that he can't find himself
Happy that he can not find his way back to return to the Village and if he knew the Villagers, they would send out an manhunt just so they would not have to listen to the despair of their Chief; celebrating that Hiccup's attempt to escape had ended with mountainous failure
Returning to the sight before him, he had found an descending pathway where he made his way down; closing the very entrance with an boulder using the power of his Birthmark for no one would ever go beyond this point, it would bat no eye that it would lead anywhere but Hiccup had come this far and he would carry on no matter what awaited for him inside
Running into the very foundation of the Cove as he had begun to shed more tears that when his own mother had been taken by Cloudjumper, the son of a powerful Chief among an Village full of Dragon Murderers had cried loudly; flooding down his cheeks as he had to scream out in his lungs that demanded the reason from the Gods above
"What did I ever do to anger you up there?! To curse me to forever walk the earth with this horrible life! Spare me the existance and kill me now, no one will miss me; not even all of you!" He slammed both of fists onto the dirt with every scream that came out, the pain from banging did very little as his eyes were red and his throat was sore from the despair and torture that had never left him; the pressure building up in his head mattered not to him either, all he wanted now was to end this pain and for something to take his own life right from him. The only one who could be reunited with was his mother, no one else mattered to him the most...
As if the Gods had finally decided to let him be free of his torment, an black scaly beast that came from below the shadows had landed before him
Looking up to see what had caused the sound, he couldn't even realize what it was in front of him
It was an Dragon of course, but there was something else that did not look like anything he had read in the Book of Dragons last night; but the black scales along with the powerful muscles and massive wing span, he had come up with the chilling conclusion of who this Dragon was
"Night Fury..." The black Dragon had sat there looking upon the boy with such curiosity, the Night Fury had heard the suffering cries from within the Cove and had come upon the boy before him; investigating as his feeling of pain was felt, coming down to get a much closer look
Could this finally be a sign from the Gods? Getting murdered by an Night Fury will have him in Vallhalla in no time, surely it was just like the Elysuim Fields from Greece; he had done no wrong and was the victim of abuse, he may finally be freed from this curse upon him
"Now that it was clear you've answered my call, it's time you done what should've been done a long time ago. For every Dragon that falls on my blade, your wrath grows and Gobber cannot protect me anymore; kill me now and end this curse by the Gods..." He awaited for the sharp burst of pain and the blood that spilled upon the Cove's beautiful lush grass
There was nothing as the black Dragon had not moved from it's spot, tilting his head downwards in confusion for whatever this boy had asked of him
Hiccup was shaking at this point, waiting for the swift burning pain of Plasma upon him and once again; nothing had come as his anger had risen, driven to the point of shouting to anger the beast as it done to him
"Can you not hear what I am saying?! I am offering you this opportunity to kill the son of the Chieftain who has murdered more than your fellow Dragons with the blades of my kind!" Hiccup had shouted, heavily breathing as the tears began to stream down once again. "This is an easy retribution for you, to murder the son of one the most infamous murderers on the Isle of Berk! You will be an legend among heroes to your kind, you will receive more than riches and more than anything that you don't even have to ask for to get it! Do it now! Kill me now you reptilian piece of shit!" At this point he just fell to the hands and knees for his legs could not support him, hysterically letting out his screams of sorrow as he just wanted this damn Dragon to take his life
What he did not know was that the Night Fury had slowly made his way up, sniffing his body as he came closer as he saw the expression of his face; sadness for the boy, hearing it all such as the screaming and hysterical suicidal threats as this boy would rather want to kill himself than to carry on living as if he was cursed. The stories of how Humans like him being so emotional were true, although he sought out the resemblance between him and the woman that was brought to the Sanctuary of the White King; could they be related? All this had him wondering in his mind
An warm breath on his back was felt as Hiccup realized that he was next to him now. "My blood and bones taste like shit, but that horrible taste will be over soon since you won't be hearing from me no more" He thought to himself, looking down as he awaited for the end of it all
What he did not expect to happen was that the black scaly snout of the Night Fury soothingly licking him on his Birthmark, making his shake to the sides due to the ticklish feeling as it sadly cooed for him; rubbing it's snout in him until Hiccup just had to lift his head up to look into the eye of the Night Fury, finding something he did not wish to see in front of the enemy who had taken pity upon him as if he knew that he was going to use this advantage to kill him
Green/yellow eyes that shined into his own, pupils dilated to orbs filled with sorrow and concern, but the unexpected part was what shined in the eye of the Night Fury
A single tear that rained down on it's scales
For what reason could there be for the Unholy Offspring of Lightning and Death itself be shedding such sorrow for? Hiccup had done no wrong to him, he had not taken away the life of it's family; looking again to make sure he wasn't imagining it, and he clearly was not at all. The pain bled out from the boy's eyes, saw into the shattered soul as this Night Fury's heart had sunken below; hurting to think anyone of this young age would go through so much torment and trials of disorder in the Tribe, the only thing to give him solace was to do the best thing for the boy: comfort him
Bringing him closer with his tail as he wrapped his leather like bat wing around the boy like an blanket, it was something that his mother Jade had done whenever he and his siblings had felt upset; he had not given all hope up that this would work the same for the lad as he sadly cooed
He never even begun to feel the warm embrace surround him as what he thought seconds ago was right, he couldn't even stop himself from wrapping his arms around the Night Fury's neck for he could've taken his life; yet chose to comfort him of his pain as no Viking would ever do such thing to a runt. What the most dangerously lethal Dragon could do to be loving like this was what all they had been blinded with due to Bork the Bold's horrible misfortune, he could never kill such a Dragon
Toothless as he would be named for such gummy smile had gave his boy such comfort, especially now as he felt tired and passed out within the wings of his newfound friend. Soon with that, the black fog had engulfed everything and Hiccup had awakened back within his house, taking his Blacksmith Uniform and gathering his sword and shield onto him before heading out to the Village
He was ready for retribution for Gobber, ready for some massive destruction by flames and ready for revenge to take the life of Stoick the Vast; for Berk will collapse below the seas in ruin...
HTTYD
In the dark and cloudy sky where the sun shined it's rays on Berk from upon, the brightness outside contrary to the incoming storm that was coming this way had been brought to the Village. Among these residents where was Haddock himself who adorned his blacksmith uniform and they snarled upon seeing him wear such an horrible thing, for he was not worthy to be an apprentice to Gobber; who was nowhere to be seen as he was seemingly elsewhere, planning to rebuild his residence after the horrible Jorgenson had burned it to the ground. As a matter of fact the first thing they did upon seeing him was gang up on him as they threw him to the ground and began dog piling him, beating him as the children joined in with sinister looks on their faces
Cruelly strengthening the pressure upon the young man and wanting to tear his shoulder from his bones, kicking filthy dirt into his face and spewing blood everywhere to stain him; along with some still burning smoldering ashes to shower him with, pounding against his side and guts as they continued to relentlessly pile up on him. But had they known that he'd be packing the infamous punch with the Piraeus Cestus he continued to wield, then they would've known not to confront an moody man as Hiccup smacked all of them away to different directions; growling as he continued on his way through the Village, but not before slamming the ground as he caused the Vikings to lose their balance from the shaking tremor caused by the power of an weapon forged in the country of the Olympians
What he was doing now was not considered accidental, he was really doing this on purpose as he first targeted some of the houses; going near them as smashed down the door and began destroying everything in sight, jumping forwards and spinning in a cyclone as the chained faces of the lions were swung against everything inside like an tornado. Before long he began punching through the walls and through the brick foundations before kicking them down, smashing against the floor to have it collapse in itself with Hiccup punching through the roof to come out unharmed; leaving the remains to target another house while the residents who lived there only snarled and began rebuilding from the ground up
Although knowing Hiccup, he targeted an selective few of the houses on Berk for he wants them to make sure they pay with more than their blood for making him grumpy as hell; any resistance that the Vikings had offered were dealt with quickly by a beatdown, which is the reason they chose not to deal with him as they ignored his wrongdoings and began rebuilding their houses. The children who had sinister looks on them before ran back to their parents with regret dawning on their faces, to which Hiccup gave them an snarling disgusted look before continuing to smash everything in sight; including the likes of the Jorgenson Household that Snotbitch didn't seem to live in, but Spitelout could care less as he lived in the Hut he built years ago in the Forest
With one powerful smash to the ground using both gauntlets, the earth begun to crack and create fissures to the house; the wood ripping from the ground and the foundations weakening by the power and might that Hiccup showed with such gauntlets. Tearing down the bottom left and top right pillars before kicking the other left one in, the household had begun to shake as it came crashing down on him; coming out unscathed as he left the smoking piles with an heavy breathing stature, he targeted one last house as he picked up an boulder and threw it against the household that had the Vikings run away. Collapsing into a pile of ruins as the Vikings inside did not escape, they had fallen victim to Hiccup's lethal retribution; they had hoped that this would be the last of this, but the Gods were beyond pissed as shit with them
The next day followed as they proceeded to insult and throw their aged Iron weapons at him, spewing venom at what he had done yesterday; the sky became slightly more darker as Hiccup decided that the Animals would be an good place to target for his retribution he's got for today. There was no doubt about it, he had planned a series of retributions that would become worse as the days followed and at the end was the worst of them all; not to mention he was naked on his upperbody, showing off an new tattoo on him that connected to his Titan Wing Night Fury birthmark. It curled around his shoulders like the horns of an Ram and went over them as they both featured an sangria red and charcoal grey with an mahogany red tone, sporting long branch like elder futhark Norse Runes that translate from this: "Release your shackles and chains that bind from your shoulders to the arms. Return to the realm of bravery that awaits and must you follow down the path to forge your fate like the blacksmiths forging an powerful heavy sword, you will receive more than riches as you will receive ultimate power and become to the Dragon Hunters and Marauders: Death, the Destroyer of Bloodlines"
He went over to the sheep of the formerly known Silent Sven as he broke his silence long ago, they all ignored him at first until Hiccup brought out the Zippleback Claws of Exile and began to painfully shear their flesh off. The blood splashed onto his face as the sheep cried out in agony, trying to make a run for it as Hiccup swung his claws all around himself like marionettes on strings; slaughtering them all as he moved onto the yaks as well, leaving their bodies to rot while he danced to the next of the lifestock which happened to be the chickens as even their unhatched children faced infanticide. Silent Sven came out and collapsed onto his knees, letting out soft sobs of despair as Hiccup vanished back to the shadows
The third day happened to be no better as after Hiccup was shown with disrespect and rudeness, he gathered up massive packs of blood belonging to the vicitms of those who suffered and were being treated by the medics; who were now the only healers due to the death of Gothi that was not meant to be caused on purpose. The young man brought loads of heavy bodybags filled with patients and animal's blood as he proceeded to dump them into the water supply where the Vikings would awaken in the morning, disappearing yet again as they all went to gather an drink; only to end up vomiting and some of them suffered blood poisoning as well
Hiccup had also decided to take a piss in the remaining fresh waters as the Vikings came to drink, only to end up suffering the same fate as the poisoned Hooligans who drinked the blood of those who were ill and the animals who were slaughtered. Could they be more humiliated yet again? Oh yes they can as the following day, many of them begun to become annoyed at the torturous antics of Hiccup but some of begun to fear him for the retributions that he was bringing for himself
"Oh boy, I think I know this all too well" A Viking Woman spoke
"You think that Drayko took him to the massive scorching desert lands very far away in the southeast of the Archipelago in Africa? Those retributions are all too similar to those plagues there, I do not want my firstborn to die if he targets any of our children" A second Viking with black hair and an dark maroon tunic asked
"There is no such place like that" A third Viking woman stated
"Yeah, Hiccup's just mad because we can't respect his wishes to stop tormenting him; and he deserves it!" A fourth stated as well
"No he's right, that scorching desert land does exist; it's where there are animal headed Gods native there with sycthe like sword wielding warriors wearing cloths around their waists, mostly naked on the upperbody and wearing the same headdress as their King live. I should know as I once passed by some of the tan skinned warriors, although I think I saw one man having the head of an Jackal once..." A fifth Viking confirmed
What happened on this day was Hiccup bringing in some infected Terrible Terrors who were ill by the effects of the Eel Plague and unleashed them all upon the Villagers, many of them screaming in fear as they tried to swat them off; only to be infected upon their habit of biting and to be burned by their propane flares that they fired off, it was only until that they were scared off and flew away that they were relieved. Although they were horribly sick and started to come down with an even worse illness that they all now shared with each other
It was becoming clear that they were trapped in a series of retributions that would have a devastating end for them should they ever be mean to Hiccup, most Vikings dared not to be but there were those who continued until their fear was shown. The sky became even more worse and worse than before, especially now as Hiccup was becoming infamous for his atrocious acts of treason against his very own Tribe; they were losing their patience over him and it was about to get even much more of the same, terrible as it always was
The following of the next day had the Vikings trying to chase after Hiccup when they saw him, but fell into an Dragon Trap that had them all caught in their own heavy bola nets that became tighter and tighter the more they struggled with them; only ending with Hiccup coming over to drag them to the cliffside, being placed onto an catapult and being launched out of Berk and into the seas where the Tidal Dragons would devour their drowning souls for revenge for hunting him when he wanted to be alone
But was even more horrible than that? Believe it or not: starvation as Hiccup was refused food from others and decided that they would all starve with him, as he used the mist of the Flightmare's Mist Axe to paralyze them in their sleep and drag them all to the Great Hall where he placed the restraining nets he used yesterday to make sure that they would not escape. Binding them to their chairs and having fake delicious looking food on the table for them to look at but not eat as they woke up and found themselves unable to escape, but no other Viking would come to their aid as Stoick was away at this moment; forcing them to starve to death while Hiccup ate away
Now, Hiccup was garnering an reputation for being an self-retributing young man as there were only some pocket full of Vikings that refused to submit under him, continuing to make fun of him by insulting his traitorous mother and saying that he was cursed to be useless forever. But Hiccup had no need to be useless when he can be feared by them, the Vikings had enough and returned to their homes; only to be locked inside an illusion as they found themselves falling right into the stone ground of the underground caverns, killing them upon contact
As for revenge for destroying Gobber's Forge and making the poor man suffer out their spite, Hiccup had dumped the weapons in liquid lemon juice for the weapons he gathered to rust; where he truly gave them the Useless Curse, now that he proceeded to break them all and bring down their only way of defending themselves. Without an Forge and without an Blacksmith, they have doomed themselves but that was not all he had done; for he had also targeted the Berk Storehouse and set it ablaze along with everyone who tried to stop him, before he left as they and Storehouse were no more but ashes that blew away in the wind and into the murky seas from below
The third to last of these plagues simply had Hiccup using the Piraeus Cestus to break the bones of the Villagers by smashing down onto their sleeping bodies, making them scream out as he sent them crashing through the floor while they slept. Nothing more to be told, but nothing less to be hidden. But the second to last of these plagues had Hiccup mark the houses with exploding results, for the Vikings could not leave their places without killing themselves as they learned so the hardest of ways; blowing up in flames as Hiccup solemnly walked through without a mind being paid to his surroundings. But in the following day he had also decided to destroy any and all sources of light as when night falls, there would be nothing but darkness as they would only be illuminated by the night of the Dragon Raid which was bound to come tomorrow
This raid that came on the final day was one of the worst ones they've ever had the most heaviest casualties on: not enough weapons, so many swarms of the fire breathing Devils as they called them and to make matters worse; they were engulfed in total darkness as some of them were being slaughtered without them knowing, one by one as they fell upon the flaming sword of Inferno. Hiccup felt invincible and felt powerful as he took on his identity of Drayko without the Vikings even knowing about him, moving through the shadows as the Dragons only illuminated certain parts of the Village with their flames
Then at long last came the final retribution as this morning, some kids begun to take him down before beating him with heavy branches and throwing large sharp rocks at him; now it has come to all of this, the time has come for them to feel the wrath of his final retribution that he now presents out of the boiling hatred and malevolence he has for these little cock sucking demons among devils. Hiccup smashed the door down and scared the children as he came inside the darkened room, standing before them all with an malevolent face that he had breathed heavily on
"Mr. Haddock, there's so many Dragons out there; what are we gonna do?" A frightened child asked as he was scared of the Dragons, the worst offender to him being the Zippleback as he could not dare to get close to one; the dual heads and way of movement were horrifying enough, but the smoke and spark was what really had him fear such species
Drayko had slowly tilted his head downwards with his malevolent angered glare never changing on his face, drowning in hatred as his blood boiled and he blocked up the door behind him; making sure that no one will intervene as he brought out Inferno and ignited it to his right side, illuminated the terrified children's faces. He then held it to the right side above his face and narrowed his eyes
He swung his flaming sword diagonally downwards against one terrified child and grabbed his Silver Knife to stab the second one in the throat, the screams being heard and the smoke from within beginning to engulf everything as the flying and spinning bodies of children came crashing down to the ground. He stabbed another two of the children in the throats and decapitated three of them with a fellen swoop, the children who attempted to resist his malevolent actions were slaughtered from left to right; the dance of Thanatos had engulfed his eyes and his will to kill was not going to be denied, now they were trying to run away from him like the dishonorable cowards by not fighting back. He would have none of their fleeing backs as the flames from the Dragon Raid grew brighter and brighter as the darkness had started to catch ablaze
He spotted a group of fearful children who had tried to defend themselves under fire from the wrath of Drayko Ryder who now stood before them, but the Knight had used the Piraeus Cestus and smashed the ground; shaking the earth that caused an heavy tremor from even outside as he picked up an sharp pointed stone pillar like rock and threw it against them, impaling them through the wall as the walls broke and the children had sunken below with their lives fading away. All who would grow up just to rise against him like a revolting rebellion of their Tribe must die, shrouding him in the cloaks of an Villain as he picked up an shelf and slammed it upon the others. The final remaining group were taken out one by one as Drayko brought out an second Inferno and spread his arms out in a X-cross motion, splattering their blood and bone filled flesh bodies to the other sides before he connected them both; swinging his now burning Inferno Staff around himself like a cyclone of an flaming tornado, ending it all as he stabbed one last child who tried to crawl away from his might. A surge of power had ran through his darkblood and finally, it had ended as Drayko stood before the ruins were dozens and dozens of children lied dead before him
Disconnecting both flaming blades as he took out the Nightbreaker and kicked the door open, walking away as he let the Dragons burn the entire house to the ground and to the ashes on his command. As the moon was out at this night, he used the ninjaken to kill half of the Vikings that were in the darkness of the Village; the Dragons of the raid were very cautious and focused on specific targets to blind the Vikings' view of who would kill them in the shadows, the voices being silenced as Drayko left the scene. The Dragons had then retreated afterwards and as they won for now, returning back as the Hooligans were left weakened after this devastating raid followed by Hiccup's series of retributions that were now completed. But his vengeance was just beginning...
HTTYD
Later on as the next sunset came in the dark cedar, tawny, syrup, coffee, mocha, cinnamon and tortilla brown cloudy sky where the sun bathed them all in the horizon; beginning to go down below the seas, the Hooligans had suffered massively and greatly for the raid that transpired. But the angriest of them all was Stoick the Vast who had returned after his very long absence, only deciding that it would be right to return after what had happened to the Village Elder; Gothi, for the rumors say that his own son was responsible for such murder
He walked about in the ruins of the Village as nobody spoke a word to each other, just solemnly repairing for what was once there and as he saw the ruins of the Forge with Gobber looking over the ashes; his thoughts and fears may have yet been realized as he found that they were without weapons, but also found that the ruins of the weapons they once wielded and forged by his son was laying about in ruins. What has these people done? How did they find out about his son being an Blacksmith? Why would they do such evil task? These questions could not be answered due to the passing of their Village Elder, the Gods above gave her everything she needed to know about. He just had no choice but to ask the leader of the Norse Gods
"Odin, tell me the truth; what has happened to our home?" Stoick asked in his desperate hour for the search of answers to what forces may have lied ruins to
"Chief Stoick, over here!" Phelgma the Fierce called out him, pointing at the ruined house that still stood but was spilling out ashfalls from above the ceiling
Stoick rushed over to her side as quickly as possible, the door breaking apart to pieces as just left even a slight of bit of contact to the smoldering splintered wood; inside lied bodies of mostly dead children with cauterized scars and dried splattering stains of blood, Stoick shook his head and came over to one who was stabbed in the chest
He held the body of the child who was the least burned one up close to himself, with Burnthair the Broad coming over to see the sight of the Chieftain; followed by his brother Spitelout and Hoark the Hagard. "Not even the children survived" His voice was low and gravely filled with sorrow, but Astrid stepped forward in front of the small crowd to look down on the remains; seeing some scars that did not look like that an Dragon had done this
"This was not a Dragon who was killing them, not even a Night Fury would murder these innocent children" She spoke sorrowfully as she showed sympathy for the fallen children
"Who would do such a horrible thing...?" Stoick asked and as if the Gods answered him, the man who was known as Seamus had stepped in to explain what has become of their fate
"It's that fallen Hooligan Stoick, he's sent us plague after plague for his so-called retributions to punish us all with; your son is no more, he's gone now... he's consumed by your well deserved discipline" Stoick had immediately hoisted the body upon his shoulders
"I apologize for all this ruin before your eyes..." Burnthair stated as the Chief left with the dead body of the child, gathering what was left of some of the wood before setting them ablaze to cremate the body. Spitelout and Burnthair secretly nod to each other and head out on their way back in the woods
While the fate of the children was sealed and the retributions were well deserved, Haddock could not stand the look of himself anymore; stood out at the balcony of his house outside, those who would see him may have believed that he was sad about having to do all of these evil actions and murdering the lives he taken. He would not shed a tear for those who he have taken, but it for was one purpose that he could not forget; betraying his Tribe was not the answer but it was for one of his own mentality, as he gazed at the setting sun before him. With a single tear escaping as the warm wind softly blew before him, he turned away from himself; he would not mourn those he killed in his Tribe...
No, he would mourn for the detachment and loss of his former self; he had defied his superiors far too beyond the brink of redemption, his actions would not follow up to the Tribe and would be bound to hunt him down but he could care less about this in the end. The one boy who had sought out freedom from his growing nightmares and madness, he can not resist letting the tears stream down as from this day forwards and onwards; Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III was no more, he was dead...
But, was he really dead in the eyes who cared about him? Gobber had kept Hiccup under his protection from the wrath of the fear consumed Chieftain, not Drayko; who could defend himself with a swing of Inferno while Hiccup could but rely on a guardian figure to shield himself from the anger that came from the man he shared a half of, he did not care about what his actions would lead him and let the flames of the Dragons consume all who had engulfed everything. He looked back from the moment when he stood in the very Cove he claimed as sanctuary from the fading remnants of his Tribe, standing by him as he held his large stuffed Night Fury-Zippleback hybrid and having Drayko touch his shoulder as they both looked on ahead
The shadow of Drayko Ryder had been led to no choice, he was shrouded in his own darkblood that ran through his veins and the stuffed Night Fury-Zippleback hybrid he had was like an vision of the future of where he stood now. He had his own former Dragon and he got to ride the latter during his time as a child when his neighbors beaten him, it was his detachment from his former self that had him crying as he could not learn to forgive himself as these Vikings did this to him. It was not he who does the betrayal around here
He had given them too many easy ways off the hook in his time he spent under their brutal and bloody force, now it was going to become much harder as he wanted to make them all pay in the end; he begun his path by plaguing them with his own retributions, and now the worst has yet to come. He returned inside with Toothless and Vixen comforting him, snuggling up to him as they knew that they could no longer stay here on this Island; it was time to prepare and leave in the first thing of the morning
The twilight is upon the Hooligans throughout the broken dreams he suffered and soon, the Vengeance on Primal Twilight is about to begin...
Have you noticed that this was the second time I wrote a dark chapter that was numbered: 21? The first time was in Curse of the Emperor's Sword where Drayko fights Toothless under the unwilling control of Drago's Bewilderbeast, the Black King who has now since moved on and bowed to the new King of Dragons before him. I may have used the word "Retribution" more than once in this Chapter but that's because I can't really call it justice, they did this to themselves and just putting it there did not sound right at all; nevertheless, they deserved it all
I have mentioned countless of times about the stuffed Night Fury-Zippleback hybrid that he had, but I couldn't find a good time to place it in; so consider the next chapter where you'll actually see what it looks like, as you know the reason what happened to his other one as Stoick threw it out in the seas where it washed ashore upon Breakneck Bog. Remember this suggestion: Don't like it, don't read it; otherwise, Feel free to Review and Until we meet again as I will return...
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P.S: The stuffed Night Fury-Zippleback hybrid will first appear in Curse of the Emperor's Sword where Toothless will have his revenge on the one who had him exiled from his drive, until then this Story will be on a hiatus and when I'm no longer on one; this message will be changed. You readers and visitors to this Story have greater patience than Death himself, so I know I can trust you all