Almost there! I have decided to rewrite this story, and I will bring Valka into the mix! So I have to ask: Do you want me to keep going and finish this, or just start rewriting this right now?

KittyArt- Why would I do what to you? (innocent look on my face, evil grin hiding underneath)

Pikuchudragon- I will see what I can do.

ATTENTION!- I need someone to Beta this story when I rewrite this. Apply today!

DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN HTTYD, NONE OF THE CHARACTERS NOR ANY OF THE REFERENCES TO NAME BRANDS!

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The ships are being loaded, catapults and weapons being carried down to the boats. Vikings, men, women and children alike look in disgust at the Night Fury. He is lifted onto a boat, chained and muzzled. Toothless pulls on them, but cannot escape.

Hiccup sighed. "I'm sorry bud." Toothless crooned, nuzzling his rider. Out of the corner of his eye, Stoick saw the two. He looked down, ashamed that he had driven his son away, but Hiccup still loved him.

STOICK- Set sail! We head for Helheim's Gate!

He looks up to see Hiccup standing on a platform, a disappointed look on his face. Stoick meets his eyes, unable to look away for a moment. A hardened expression set itself upon his face and he turns to Toothless.

STOICK- Lead us home, devil.

Hiccup glared at Stoick, and he shifted uncomfortably.

Hiccup is still on the platform, gazing across the water. The ships leave, then fade into the distance. Astrid walks up, an impassive look on her face.

ASTRID- It's a mess.

Hiccup turned to Astrid with an indignant look on his face.

Hiccup doesn't respond, still lost in his thoughts.

ASTRID- You must feel horrible. You lost everything. Your father, your tribe, your best friend.

"Really, Astrid, really?"

HICCUP (deadpanning)- Thank you, for summing that up.

He sighs, his mind a whirlwind of confusion.

HICCUP- Why couldn't I have just killed that dragon when I found him in the woods? It would have been better for everyone.

"I know why." Everyone turned to Gobber as he spoke for the first time in a while. He scratched his long blonde moustache, sighing. "When that lad shot down the dragon and went after it, I saw the look on his face. Just as Hiccup was 'bout to kill it, it gave him the same look I see on his face every time someone would yell at 'im. Struggle a little at first, but then accept that you are finished no matter wha' you do." Gobber paused for a second. "The Night Fury looked exactly like Hiccup." The audience nods, understanding Gobber's words. It was true.

ASTRID- Yep. The rest of us would have done it. (BEAT) So why didn't you?

Hiccup shakes his head, uncertain. Astrid waits, clearly wanting an explanation.

ASTRID- Why didn't you?

HICCUP- I don't know. I couldn't.

ASTRID- That's not an answer.

HICCUP (becoming defensive)- Why is this important to you all of a sudden?

ASTRID- Because I want to remember what you say.

HICCUP- Oh for the love of-! I was a coward. I was weak. I wouldn't kill a dragon!

ASTRID- You said wouldn't that time.

HICCUP- (blows up) Whatever! I wouldn't! Three hundred years and I'm the first Viking who wouldn't kill a dragon!

'Not so, son. Not so.' Stoick thought, the memory of Val still ringing in his ears.

(BEAT)

ASTRID (quiet)- First to ride one though.

Hiccup glanced at Astrid. "I guess that's true." He mumbled.

Hiccup looks up. He calms down, remembering why he was friends with Toothless.

ASTRID- So…?

HICCUP- I wouldn't kill him because he looked as frightened as I was. I looked at him and I saw myself.

Gobber looked up triumphantly.

ASTRID- (prompting)- I bet he's really frightened now. What are you going to do about it?

HICCUP Probably something stupid.

The Vikings chuckle. Leave it to Hiccup to think of a plan so insane that it might actually work.

Astrid nods, smiling.

ASTRID- Good, but you've already done that.

HICCUP (realizing)- Then something crazy.

Astrid grins at Hiccup's newfound confidence.

He runs off, a new idea planted into his head. Astrid's smile grows bigger.

ASTRID- That's more like it.

The fleet of ships are shrouded in fog, weaving in and out of sea stacks. Sunlight, barely filtering through the mist, gives an ominous feeling to the air. Ships follow in single file, Stoick and Toothless at the front.

STOICK- Sound your positions.

VIKING 1- Here.

VIKING 2- One length to your stern.

VIKING 3- On your starboard flank.

VIKING 4- Three widths to port.

VIKING 5- Ahead, at your bow.

VIKING 6- Haven't a clue.

Blushing, Ack slid down his chair.

Stoick gazes ahead, peering through the gloom. Gobber comes up from behind, looking a bit nervous.

GOBBER- Listen, uh… Stoick… I was overhearing some of the men just now and, well, some of them are wondering what it is that we're up to here- not me, of course, I know you are always the man with the plan- but some, not me, are wondering if in fact there is a plan at all, and what it might be.

Glancing over at his mentor, Hiccup rolled his eyes. "You know you could have just asked him." Gobber smiled. "But tha' would've taken all the fun outa it."

STOICK- Find the Nest and take it.

GOBBER- Ah, of course. Send them running. The old Viking fall back. Nice and simple.

Suddenly, Toothless' ears shoot up. Clicks are heard, and he concentrates on hearing the quiet messages.

The dragons shifted their wings, uneasy as they heard the call of the queen. A few Terrors even covered their ears with their paws.

STOICK- Shh.

He walks over to the tiller, taking control.

STOICK- Step aside.

Stoick controls the rudder, making the boat go through some tight openings. The ship groans as it brushes against a sea stack.

Back in the arena, Hiccup raises the lock on a pen.

FISHLEGS- If you're planning on getting eaten, I'd definitely go for the Gronkle.

Tuffnut marches up, a grin on his face.

TUFFNUT- You are wise to seek help from the world's deadliest weapon. (BEAT) It's me.

Tuff grinned, bonking heads with his sister.

HICCUP (unsure how to react) Uhh…

SNOTLOUT- I love this plan.

HICCUP- I didn't…

RUFFNUT- You're crazy. (stage whisper) I like that.

Starlight called, "That's not weird at all!"

ASTRID- So? What is the plan?

Hiccup smiles, amazed at the support from his friends.

In the fog, the ships are single file, whispers cutting through the thick. A dragon head looms out. As they get closer, it is only an old ship hung up in the rocks.

GOBBER- Oh. I was wondering where that went.

The clicking becomes more intense.

The Vikings lick their lips, nervous at the ambiance the screen gives.

STOICK- Stay low and ready your weapons.

The ship jerks as they reach land. Stoick hops overboard, on hand on the ground. The clicks stop, leaving a deadly silence. A mountain looms before them, nothing alive to be seen- save for the red tail that snaked it's way out of view.

STOICK- We're here.

Everyone pales, the impending doom that awaits the village coming closer and closer.