Right, everyone. I'd like to remind you all and say that is part is the first of three parts that I'll be writing for the Siege of Berk, and they will be longer than the usual chapters. This part will focus more on Magnus, and how he leads the gang and his men into battle - plus, this first confrontation will show how skilled and tactical he is in fighting, and I'm sure you're all going to love it.

Also, no worries, Hiccup makes his appearance near the end, and in the next two parts it'll be his time to rise.

Once again, a big thanks to all who reviewed last chapter. You guys are still amazing!

Now, no more talk from me I say. Let us sit back, and read this new chapter. Let the Siege of Berk unfold...

"ARCHERS, MAKE WAY TO THE RAMPARTS, AND PREPARE TO FIRE ON MY ORDER!" shouted Stoick as a small regiment ran alongside him.

Not long had passed since Hiccup left to find Toothless, but the village as of then was now in chaos. Soldiers were running all over to get into their positions, catapults were being loaded atop the cliffs and towers, and the horn was blowing loudly as enemy artillery fire flew overhead.

Magnus, Eira, Astrid, Snotlout, Spitelout, Fishlegs, Heather, the Twins, and Gobber; all of them were rallied behind Stoick as he overlooked from the wooden ramps that towered above the harbor. Everyone glared at the enemy, with the will and courage within them to fight, ready.

Dagur stepped forward, facing the elite crowd and turning his head to the nearby warriors. "Remember everyone; these damned barbarians will not give up until there is nothing left of their forces as I've fought them before!" he began. "So whatever you do, do not break! Hold the line! Stay with one another! We can win this if we try!"

"Aye!" one warrior called out, raising his axe with a few others near him.

"And remember! ...What we do here and now, in life, shall echo into eternity! We are the true Vikings, and WE SHALL NOT GIVE IN TO THESE WRETCHES!"

Cheers followed from Dagur's speech, loud enough for Olaf to hear, who stood atop his large iron cog flagship - ready and eager to do battle.

The commanders were there as well, cracking their knuckles, rolling their shoulders, licking their blades, and glaring at the Hooligans and Berserkers who stood rallied against them. So far, this had been the most that they had seen… but their minds told them it would be no different.

General Olaf then gave a grunt and a growl, turning around to face his commanders and warriors that were standing aboard his ship. Each of them ready as much as their foe was, but more barbaric and berserk as if they want blood.

"VÖLSUNG!" he called out. "VIKINGS, BARBARIANS, AND RUS'! TODAY, WE MAKE OUR MARK IN HISTORY!" His voice was bellowing as loud as thunder, filled with bloodlust. "For too long we have all wandered and wasted our time in cold and barren wastes! Struggling to survive in frozen deserts that had no purpose aside claiming land from one another whilst we farmed!"

His expression then turned grinful as a wide smile began to spread across his face. "But now, as ONE coalition reborn! No one can hope to stand against the GREAT ARMY! For we will cut our blades through our foes' weak bodies, and we will burn their homes until there is nothing left but ash and brimstone!"

His warblade rose up high for all to see, as he yelled louder than ever; "THE GREAT TIDE COMES! AND WITH IT, OUR WRATH!"

Thousands cheered from all around aboard the ships, booming like drums for Berk to understand the true force that they were going against, but that too would not change a thing as it was stand or die.

Magnus' brows lowered with determination however, facing the Chieftain of Berk with the same eagerness. "Let me go down below with my men." he said. "We're the only chance that you have for a stable front. I've trained them and had them fight like no other Viking here has. We can stand against them."

Stoick, though concerned about the safety of his men compared to the overwhelming numbers, gave a nod as he sighed. "Then do so if you must." he said. "But take Snotlout, Astrid, and the rest with you. I'm sure they'll follow your example."

"...Very well." replied Magnus.

It was then however, that Eira too stepped forth, stopping a couple of feet away from her best friend. "I'll come with you." she said. "I won't leave your side and leave you exposed to those monsters, those-"

"No." he interrupted, which had then placed Eira in a confused position. Why was he refusing her? She followed him everywhere he went, and assisted him with almost every hardships. So why was he doing this? ...He was like a fellow warrior-in-arms. Like a friend. Like a best friend… like a-

"It's… too risky." he said to her, shaking his head. "What we're doing here is a potential suicide mission, Eira, and I don't want you to get involved. If there's one place you're needed, it is here with our soldiers. Your skill in archery and presence of morale is needed."

"...But I can't- I won't leave you… Magnus, I-"

His hands fell to her shoulders as he lightly shook her, and he gave her a nod of assurance that he'd come back. "I'll return." he said. "This I promise you. I will not die today, no matter what."

She gave out a quick but heavy sigh, nodding with a small but weak smile on her face, thinking of Magnus as more to her than ever before. "Alright." she said. "Just… stay safe. And if you need me, call out for me."

The young Viking chuckled. "You too." he replied.

As he was about to part ways however, Spitelout stepped forward as he cleared his throat to catch his attention. "Aye, and… Magnus. A quick word. Keep my boy safe, will ya? I don't want him ta die today."

"Same applies to Heather." added on Dagur. "Make sure she doesn't get herself killed." he joked.

Heather rolled her eyes, unsheathing her axe. "I can take care of myself, brother."

Magnus gave a small laugh, but bowed his head, keeping his word. "Come on." said Astrid as she tugged on his shoulder, and the small but elite group was off down to the harbor where the first few ships had landed, each holding twenty five warriors.

"We'll be outnumbered down below!" warned Magnus as they all continued running. "So be sure to watch your moves! Hold the line, and stay with me! Today, they die, and we hold!"

Eventually, the group halted at the bottom of the ramp which they would use as their advantage. As their choke point. And from the distance they saw the multitudes of not just Vikings, but Barbarians and Rus' rally up together as they prepared to march towards Magnus and those that stood next to him.

It was fifteen against over a hundred.

From the enemy force, a Völsung captain stood out of the crowd and made his way forward with his axe and shield in hand. His axe looked sharpened and dangerous, his cloak consisted of a wolf's hide, and his armor was that of chain and plate with his helmet covering his face, excluding his evil eyes. For the first time, everyone aside Magnus could see what their enemy truly looked like up in person, and it was somewhat terrifying.

But not terrifying enough...

"WEAKLINGS!" he called out. "Lay down your weapons, and we'll grant you a quick death! We might even spare you… and make you our thralls!"

At first, no response came from Magnus, Astrid, Snotlout, or anyone in the group. The captain just saw them standing there, still and prepared. At first, he was about to lead the charge and make the decision himself… but there was something he did not see coming.

From yards away he could hear a sound in the wind as something came flying closer to him. And as he looked up he saw an object coming right at him, and in an attempt to react he took a quick step backwards foolishly, but that didn't change a thing.

A spear hurled into the chest of the Scandinavian Viking, fast and sharp, hitting the weak spot of his chest armor. Blood gurgled from his mouth as he groaned and gave a loud and quick roar of pain, before falling lifelessly to the wooden floorboard he stood upon.

"HEATHENS!" shouted Astrid as she, Magnus, Snotlout, and everyone around her formed a quick but sturdy shield wall. "COME AND GET THEM!"

The horns of war blew from the enemy side, followed by the battle cries of the warriors of the Great Army bellowing around the docks as they started rushing towards the small group that stood in their way. The first charge had now begun.

Their charge against Magnus however would not prove to be easy as dozens of archers from above the wooden ramparts of the village would run up towards the edges and prepare to rain down Hel upon them.

"ARCHERS! Rain your arrows upon them! KILL THEM!" commanded Eira, and a volley of arrows would fire to the sound of a voice shouting; "LOOSE!"

The raiders however would not fear what came down from above. Their shields rose up towards the skies, and the majority of the arrows hit their shields, with the exception of eight or so warriors falling. But that would not be enough as they were finally closing in.

"Prepare to brace!" warned Magnus, and the shields were repositioned into more sturdy and readied stances.

Snotlout, who stood on Magnus' right flank gave a growl. "...Give them nothing! No mercy! No surrender! Only DEATH! TAKE THEIR LIVES AWAY!"

These words motivated the group to stand more firm, and soon enough, both sides clashed with one another as the distant battle cries were now up close in the gang's faces. The brutal strength of the Heathen forces however was strong enough for the young Vikings to get pushed back, whilst Magnus still stood his ground and the older Vikings from behind were able to keep them standing.

"Push them forward, men! Keep them from pulling!" commanded Magnus, striking with his sword, ordering his men that Astrid and the others were to be reinforced and prevented from being pushed back.

The shield wall was soon enough to be quickly reformed, and from behind the wall, the young Vikings would begin to swing their weapons through the cracks and from above, hoping to get a hit against the enemy.

Magnus, who was giving it nearly his all against the enemy would use both his sword and shield as offensive weapons for one moment, and defensive moments for the other. He would quickly raise his shield up if he was being attacked, as well as block and deflect any strike with his sword that would get through the gaps of the wall.

And, when the moment presented itself, he would swing the shield forward and up to knock back any opponents who were slamming themselves against it. Then, he would stab his sword forward at any open target, easily taking care of them and continuing on with the meat grinder.

"Is that the best you can do!?" he taunted. "You've done a terrible mistake going against one of your former OWN KIND!"

Astrid, though wielding a heavy axe in her right hand aside from using both hands, used the weight of the weapon for her advantage. Swinging through the gaps of the wall would not get her anywhere, so she used her height and the top of the wall to help.

With her strength she swung the weapon upwards and over the wall at a heavy pace, feeling the weapon go lighter as it came down onto what she hoped was an enemy…

...And sure enough, she was right. The brute force of her axe landed upon the helmet of one of the Scandinavian Vikings, causing the metal of the armor to bend and break as her weapon impaled itself into his skull. She then quickly pulled her axe out of his head with much of strength, recovered, and continued repeating this process, taking small breaks after each blow.

Snotlout who wielded a one handed sword in hand used his precision as a helping hand against those who he saw were open to attack. He would spot out an attacker that would make a swift attack, but delayed move, and he would stab the pointy tip of his sword at their faces, necks, or chests - anywhere that was exposed. With this idea, he would be able to pull off kill after kill.

"Your attacks are lazy, Heathens!" taunted Snotlout as he earned himself another kill. "That's six for me!"

As for the Twins, they didn't bother striking back until the enemy struck first, though their shields would be kept up. When an enemy would make an attack directly at one of them, Ruff and Tuff would grab their opponent and drag them behind the shield wall before ruthlessly beating them to death with their maces.

"Haha! Isn't this fun!?" called out Tuffnut as he pulled a Germanic Barbarian behind the wall and began smashing his hammer atop his head.

"Hehe! You bet it, bro! This is more fun than when we were Dragon killing!" replied Ruffnut as she held down the helpless Barbarian and continued beating the living Helheim out of it. Soon enough, he laid dead along with a couple of other corpses, and the Twins continued the fight.

Fishlegs however, as he fought, eventually realized that if they were to even get a greater chance at beating the small confrontation, they'd need to get into the fight themselves. And so, a plan drew itself at the top of his mind as he fought, and a grin spreaded wickedly across his face.

"Open the wall!" Fishlegs called out, and everyone looked at him with faces of confusion, especially Magnus who showed great concern.

"Are you insane!?" he gasped. "You're going to get killed!"

"Just trust me, Magnus! I have a plan!"

The older Viking sighed. "If you insist. ...OPEN THE WALL!" he ordered.

Immediately the center of the shield wall broke into two as it opened, and Fishlegs went diving into the middle of the enemy ranks, knocking many of his foes over and out of the way using his full body strength before diving right back into the allied ranks with two foes being dragged along. Once behind the shield wall, they would be met with a quick end as spears repeatedly stabbing them to death.

Magnus faced Fishlegs with a raised brow, but with both eyes widened wickedly. "Fishlegs! You are a genius, lad!" He would then turn back towards his men and the young Vikings. "Bowmen, ready your arrows! Snotlout, get ready to open the wall again!"

"...When!?"

The arrows from the two archers behind were loaded, and Magnus nodded his head.

"NOW!"

The two Vikings opened the wall, whilst at the same time pushing those who were trying to attack from the otherside back, causing them to fall over. The archers then let their arrows fly, getting two lucky hits on a Rus' and Barbarian as they fell to the floorboards, dying from the arrows gouging deep within them.

With all of these tactics occuring all at once, it soon became apparent that the tide was beginning to turn as more Heathens fell compared to all fifteen Vikings who still stood their ground, mostly unharmed and only slightly injured.

As for Heather, she too helped in holding the shield wall whilst attacking from behind and over, and slowly began to push with the others. It was then that she felt the tip of a blade scratch the side of her cheek as a spear came dabbing in towards their ranks, and drops of blood flew across her cheek.

"AAARGH!" she screamed with a warcry, pushing her shield upwards in an attempt to knock over her opponents on the other side… surprisingly, this trick work, and with one swing of her double-bladed axe she was able to decapitated three Heathens in a row.

"FINISH UP!" called out Magnus as the wall continued to push forward like a catapult. With barely enough morale to buff up the Heathen troops, the skirmishing force was met with a retreat as their will to fight suddenly broke. Even from a distance where General Olaf saw this, his eyes were shocked and widened at the view. By far, the Hooligans were the only ones that were able to stand up and give an actual fight, and it seemed it would take more to defeat them.

However, his expression changed to a smirk when he eyed longboats nearing themselves towards the harbor, and he gave out a small chuckle. "Right on time." he said, giggling.

Even as Magnus stood and watched as the last foe of the first skirmishing force was struck down by an arrow, he looked up and forward and saw that the Heathens had reformed and enforced, as now more than a dozen ships had made port, with three times the amount than the first wave.

They all then discarded from their ships and immediately began rushing towards Magnus, Astrid, Snotlout, and the group, letting out roars and screams of war in unison.

"Oh come ON…!" he sighed before turning to the gang and his men, and shouting; "RETREAT!" It was obvious that fifteen warriors, even with their skill, could not surpass against three hundred. It was simply too many.

Stoick who was watching the whole thing from above noticed this, and he rushed over to Eira and made her notice the move as well. "They've been reinforced!" he told her. "They're coming our way!"

"ARCHERS!" she called out. "Cover our allies and their retreat! FIRE AT WILL!"

Volleys of arrows once again began coming down upon the Heathens, focused mostly on those that were chasing the small group of fifteen, but this would prove to once again not be enough. On a couple dozen would fall from the volleys, and yet they just kept still coming.

Once more, it would prove an even harder challenge when a large cluster halted the chase and looked up towards the archers on the ramparts.

"TAKE THEM DOWN!" ordered a Völsung captain, and immediately the large force of Scandinavian Vikings would load their bows and begin to aim up with their arrows pointed directly at Eira and her regiment.

Eira's eyes widened as she looked down. "Oh, shi-!"

"LOOSE!" ordered the Völsung captain, and soon a large volley of arrows went flying up towards where Eira stood, taking out a chunk of those who were standing next to her. Their accuracy and precision seemed to be more superior in this encounter.

"We need to do something NOW, Stoick!" she said, facing the Chief. "We cannot stay here while arrows and catapult fire are pummeling us down! We need our forces rallied here, and now!"

"Wait, Eira!" said Gobber. "Ye don't know what them Heathen's could do ta ya! They're superior in strength an' numbers, and we need ta devise a strategy!"

"I would think more on that!" replied Stoick as he glanced all around. "Unless I knew where in the THOR'S HAMMER my son is! HICCUP!" he called out, worried for his son's life.

"STOICK!" Magnus called out as he, Astrid, Snotlout, and the group managed to make their way all the back up to the village, but the large force was not far from behind "We can't hold them! They're swarming us!" he said. "We need to do something, and NOW!"

Stoick looked down for a moment, thoughtless. His mind was split into two on thinking about his son, and on thinking about the fight. Of whom should he focus more on, the safety of Hiccup, or his people? What was he supposed to do?

"We need to find a way to push them back, Stoick!" Magnus said again, his voice sounding more desperate. "If we don't act now, Berk will be lost! What do we DO!?"

His last word bellowed in the wind as it echoed, and it almost seemed as if another voice… no - a roar in the air responded back to him, also echoing.

They all looked around, glancing up in the air from the sound of that roar. It sounded… so familiar, yet it was hard to tell out what it was from it being a long distance away. What was it that made that roar? It was definitely enough to catch the attention of the second wave and put them to a halt, but what was it?

"What the Thor's hammer is that?" asked Stoick.

"...Wait." said Astrid "That sound- that roar… it sounds like the roar of a-"

Suddenly a high pitched and loud screeching sound filled the air and blocked out all other noises. It grew louder and louder almost as if it came closer and closer, and from the sky a tiny black dot came into view which came spiraling down towards the village. Upon further inspection, it was clear that it was a Dragon that came into view.

But, it was no ordinary Dragon…

Toothless came flying down at a great velocity towards the large cluster of Vikings, Barbarians, and Rus', and with a powerful charged up Plasma Blast, he sent dozens and dozens of warriors flying back from the force of the attack's firepower, along with many of them burning.

"Yeah, BABY!" laughed Hiccup who was sitting atop the mighty and powerful Dragon of which was the Night Fury.

Magnus' mouth dropped. "HICCUP YOU BASTARD! It hasn't even been twenty minutes!" called out Magnus, laughing in relief as he saw the scrawny Viking flying in.

Stoick's eyes widened in surprise upon seeing his son riding the swift creature, and his mouth let out a gasp as he whispered; 'What the Hel?'

He then said loudly; "Is that… MY son? On a DRAGON?"

Gobber stepped forward, his head shaking as he gestured his prosthetic hammer towards the two. "Stoick! Tha's no ordinary Dragon! Tha's a Night Fury! Tha beast's attack makes it obvious!"

"We've got to get in there, then!" nodded Stoick, yelling for nearby troops to rally and ready an attack. "And not one of you is to dare attack that Dragon! My son is atop it! If it falls, so does my son!"

"C'mon, Berserkers!" shouted Dagur, inspired. "Let's show these Heathens what it TRULY means, to be BERSERK!"

Hiccup from atop Toothless looked down at the large fleet, spotting out ship after ship and inspecting what targets seemed the best for him and his Dragon.

To his luck, he spotted a large longship carrying dozens of warriors, and on it he saw as a few catapults kept suppressing fire onto the village. So, with this knowledge in mind of taking out an important ship to even the odds, it was clear where he was going to attack.

"Right, Bud!" he said, patting Toothless. "Let's show 'em what we're made of. And mind the arrows!"

Toothless roared and growled in response, obliging and agreeing to the young Viking. Once again, the Black Dragon soared high up into the air with a loud screech, letting out the familiar warning that he was about to strike. Once he was at a high enough altitude, he charged down from the skies and went straight for the large ship that Hiccup pointed out earlier…

...And with the release of a charged up and powerful plasma blast, the wooden ship exploded into two as more than half the enemy crew went flying off the ship in flames.

From the flagship, Olaf and his commanders watched as Hiccup and Toothless also pummeled down attack after attack on the withering and clustered up forces that were on shore. If they weren't spreaded out or advancing fast enough, then one Dragon would be the end of them.

He would not buy it however as his arrogance was too much, and he turned towards his commanders.

"Commanders!" he said. "Get all of our forces into the fight! Advance all our ships, and concentrate the attack on that one point! Get them up the ramparts!"

"But General, it's too risky!" the Iron Wolf commander pointed out. "That Dragon will just blast us all off that island and send us running back to-"

"Then get our forces to climb the cliffs!" he said, interrupting him. "Climb the cliffs, climb the ramparts' supports, use whatever means necessary!"

"...And the Devastators?" the Dark Eye commander pointed out.

Olaf grinned. "...Have them prepared for operation."