This is War

'A How To Train Your Dragon Fanfiction'

RATED – T – Contains: Strong Violence, War Themes, Blood and Gore, Mild Language, Mild Adult Themes.

GENRE - Dark themed – Fantasy / Adventure [Action]

SUMMARY – They thought he was dead. As the Scarlet Queen began her reign of terror, all seemed lost, the light sucked into the dark, freedom never to be felt again... But he's coming to end the fight. Darkness shall cower, as a dragon blacker than night, upon his back a man with wings, returns. And he cries out the warning, to the good and the evil... This is War.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own HttyD. Rights go to Respective Owners.

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NOTICES:

-Questions in reviews will be answered on the forum, to the best of my ability and within my spoiler range, just a heads up.

-Poll is closed. The winner, at seven votes, is Shadow Rider, followed by InSaNiTY, and Kingdom of Dragons. Thanks to everyone who participated and voted, it truly means so much to me! Expect some angsty badass Hiccup in the future!

-The Part Two Finale, Chapter 35, 'And The Battle Rages On' will be in three chapters! Get ready and hold onto your tails and scales, my lovely Dragonites!

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SHOUTOUTS:

Pietersielie- Well, I have answered your questions the best I can on the TIW Forum, if you want to see. It's certainly makes for a shorter response on the chapter, haha. But yeah, haven't gotten any nicer to Hiccup. I'll be dead by the end of Part Two, I bet... Oh dear, my bad. XD Thanks for the review! Was this release quick enough...?

NeonArt1- Aww, thanks pal! I'm so happy you're that into TIW- even more so if you got to here!(Taken from review on Chapter 9)

As always, thanks to every one of you- I love you all, and all your support and dedication is amazing!

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WARNING: Most content ahead is for Mature Audiences only. Viewer discrimination is advised. Gruesome blood and gore, strong violence, frequent language, and other mild adult themes await. If you have a sensitive stomach or are a young reader below a suitable age, you should turn away. There are other nice, cheery fluffy fanfics.

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Chapter 32: Dying at my Claws

-Queen Scarlet's Fortress, Valley of Echoes, Midgard. Nightfall, 14years-5months-17days after Hiccup's death.

Her eyes glinted, watching the prisoners below. It was the new moon, which, of course, meant the next slave rotation had taken place. She grinned savagely, rows of razor sharp teeth shining in the menacing red firelight, and her talons tapped against the cold stone of the ledge she laid on. She had grown even bigger, stronger and deadlier during the years, now towering over Bewilderbeasts, at least three times bigger. She laughed at that.

"MOVE IT!" Humming at the sound of a Rotation Manager's shout, she looked down. Perched on tall pillars surrounding the ring were beasts of men and dragon, but not Humanblakas.

They were Lycanwings.

Her secret weapons. Even if she had a lot of those.

Despite both of them being part of the Dragon-Humanoid family, or, as some called it, 'Anthro-Dragons', they and Humanblakas didn't share all that many similarities.

They were much larger, varying in size from as large as a house to as small as a dwarf, during their life-span, which was unknown, as was most of their existence. Having a relatively similar structure of a human, they had two long legs, and two strong forearms. Their waist down was full-on scales, and in their feet had sharp claws instead of toes, their fingers a lot sharper, their nails merging with the fingertip and creating clicking noises when on stone or a smooth surface.

Two, generally huge and terrifyingly sharp wings were sprouted from their backs, and a tail came from the backside of the Lycanwings.

Their heads held a humanoid shape, although it was hugely altered, with full-on dragon eyes, a scaly outwards snout, and multiple rows of blade-like, lethally sharp teeth. They had no hair, except for the 'Queen' of their kind, but that was just a myth.

However, similarities basically ended there.

Other than the occasional set of armour her blacksmiths provided, or they crafted themselves, they wore nothing on their bodies. Their skin came in a few colours according to genetics and ranking in society, and was rock hard, resistant to almost any weapon outside those of Gods or Shur'tugalar.

In nature, they were downright lethal; vicious, and bloodthirsty. They liked to hunt and toy with their prey, before brutally ripping them to shreds, and eating the meat, right down to the tiniest scraps on the bone.

Once in a fight, nothing stopped a Lycanwing. They knew no mercy or righteousness, living by the ways of untamed beasts. Despite this, they were exceptionally intelligent, although they couldn't speak human tongue, instead making growls, clicks and hisses with their forked tongues and making gestures with their lithe, muscular, threatening bodies. And they did understand who was boss, and reigned supreme, as Scarlet had drilled into them. Although, she would occasionally punish them for fighting one another; Lycanwings were independent beasts, almost never working together, unless there was a mass attack to their race, or a massive hunt was on.

The only true flaw Scarlet could see, was their lack of magic, or use of weapons. They DID have venom, and a type of fire, though, both factors Humanblakas didn't possess. This made her smile, eyeing the beasts twitch and hiss at the prisoners below.

They all belonged to her...

She turned her attention to the slaves. "Guard," the Queen spat, as the nervous man stepped forward, "How many are down there?"

"Four hundred and ninety-one, your majesty." He reported.

"Two hundred and eighty-six are mortal humans we took with us from the combined villages of Aeros and Tekkauro. One hundred and thirty tw- never mind, make that one hundred and thirty one- are dragons from the last nest you destroyed." He winced, eyeing the dragon, who had just dropped dead from blood-loss. "...Mostly consisting of Poison-Darters, Eight-Legged Nadders, Hobblegrunts, some Flashfangs, a Snub-Nosed Hellsteether here and there, and I think there were some Windstrikers... Oh, and a couple of Lunarwings [OCDS 3] down there."

She nodded, and laid one paw over the other, lacing her talons, watching as her red scales glinted, and her rings gleamed. "Oh, isn't it just lovely...?" She marvelled the sight below.

As he frowned and opened his mouth to speak, she gave a sweet smile and a gentle bat of the eyelids. "And don't disagree, then I'll have to kill you." He went silent, and nodded repeatedly, and hesitantly spoke up.

"But... Your highness, not to say anything, but just as a ridicules statement..." Her eyes narrowed slightly, but the dragon was listening. "Isn't it all a bit, I dunno... Cruel?"

Queen Scarlet laughed.

"Of course it is, darling! What ever made you think it wasn't? Oh, you guards, always make me crack up sometimes..."

She shook her massive head, looking back at the Rotation.

The concept was simple; they would circle the pillar In the middle for the whole night, exposed to the moon which would tempt their minds to slip into nothing, with the help of some clever drugs her scientists had created.

Although, that clearly wasn't enough, so she had them chained to the prisoner closer to the pillar, who was chained TO the pillar, connecting it all. Each slave was already safely secured and shackled, so they wouldn't escape, obviously. She then had the Lycanwings to take watch and stance, being extra menacing, dark, and cruel, making sure they didn't talk or scream, especially when someone kicked or whipped them to move faster or get up.

There were multiple Rotations around the Fort. This was actually one of the smaller ones, to be honest.

Well, she did have to keep all her prisoners and slaves somewhere, did she not?

Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, and she looked behind her at the guard, standing there rather awkwardly. "You have been dismissed, filthy mortal. Get out of my sights." He nodded, running away as fast as his two tiny legs would carry his pathetic life.

She sighed, and relaxed once more, chortling in delight as one of the Lycanwings decided he'd gotten sick of one human child's complaining, and descended upon the 7 seven year old with talons outstretched. She watched as claws raked down her chest and throat, and it bit open her stomach, tugging out her intestines and swallowing them whole. It ripped out her tongue, licking it as if it was some sweet treat, and then chewing on it as he proceeded to rip off limbs and pull out guts, drinking blood as it gushed and poured. Howls of laughter and annoyance ran from each beast, and a few even tried to get some meat themselves, only to be growled at and chased off.

"Ohhh Boys...!" The dragoness called out, and they looked up, narrow and thin slits dilating slightly in acknowledgement.

She waved her golden talons about carelessly.

They looked at one another, growling and chirping darkly, before spreading their wings and taking off, flapping to their perches and crouching down as always, wings gripped onto the stone edges.

The few slaves who weren't brainwashed or blind stared at it all with horror, staring as the dead girl continued to bleed endlessly, the remaining the guts hanging out, shredded like her body. A couple dragons, in their moon flashed trance, tried to come closer, and settle their empty stomachs, even if the meal was downright disgusting.

A single Lycanwing raised its long, scaly neck to the sky, and sucked in a cold breath of air. Those who heard or saw screeched and cried out in horror, blocking out sound the best they could. The beast let loose a ear-splitting shriek; quite literally. Screams ravaged across the area, as slaves went deaf, and ears burst and exploded bloodily from the lethal sound. Not bothered in the slightest, Scarlet cackled, and flicked her talons, ordering them to continue, as she slithered into the mouth of the cave behind her.

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-Queen Scarlet's Chambers, Queen Scarlet's Fortress, Valley of Echoes, Midgard. Midnight, 14years-5months-17days after Hiccup's death.

Drago Bludvist stood by his dragon's side, watching as the Shur'tugal, bent over his knees, panted softly. The man was beaten and bloodied, his crimson wings cut off and his tail stabbed until it was paralysed, the spines ripped out of their bones. His dark hair had fallen over his eyes, dull and void of life.

"Such a pity..."

Queen Scarlet padded over regally, holding her head high, as her scarlet scales speckled with blood shimmered.

"I did like you, and now, you're going to die..."

She raised a single gold talon, resting it under the Humanblaka's chin, lifting his head so their eyes met.

Stroking her claw along his jawline, she smiled as he moaned in pain, no doubt from the line of blood in the claw's wake. She held it at his chin, pricking through the skin as a drop of blood ran down her talon, and slowly dripped onto her chamber's floor.

Drago watched silently, eyeing the wings on the floor. His lip curled in disgust, and in the back of his mind, a old memory tugged painfully.

The day he lost his wings and tail. It had been painful then, but now, it was just a throbbing agony.

Deathstar crooned gently in his mind, one pupil closest to him dilating. His rider sighed heavily, reaching up and stroking the dragon's neck when their Queen wasn't watching. She'd have them both punished brutally if she found out their true affection towards one another- their grief-stricken, howling love of a Skulblaka and Shur'tugal- and knew just how much they wanted to just go home, back to Dracoris Anscesora.

But they both knew the answer to that. They would NEVER go back, not in a billion years. They were condemned to live in this Hel for the rest of their fucked-up lives.

Perhaps they should have questioned her more, the day they met, and she took them to her palace in the sky. Perhaps, they should have been happy to see their best friends, their team, of whom killed each other, because of them.

Perhaps, they shouldn't have been FUCKING IDIOTS.

But it was far too late for that. Instead, here they were, watching as Scarlet toyed with their captive Shur'tugal, before his gruesome demise...

"NOW," Scarlet hissed, and their heads whipped up. How long had they been in each other's minds? Judging by the looks on both of their faces, it must have been going on for at least a good dozen minutes or so. "Any questions?"

Drago couldn't resist his eyes widening, his pupils narrowing for what felt like the first time in an eternity.

Scarlet didn't notice, rather, she was inspecting her claws.

With one long swipe, she raked her talons over his back, ripping his shirt free and slicing through skin. The Humanblaka screamed in agony, and blood flowed down his back like a waterfall, pooling at his sides and dripping down his bowed head, soaking his matted black hair.

I don't know... If I can watch this... Drago mumbled to his partner quietly, and Deathstar stared at him in bewilderment and confusion, reaching out to create a mental link. I can kill in battle, I can torture, it's just... This isn't... His eyes searched the ground, as if it held the answers beneath the stone. I don't know what's overcome me, Deathstar... Why... What...

She grabbed his neck in her paw, shoving him down to ground, and hissing nasty obscenities and magical curses and spells in his ear as he writhed in agony and shouted.1

It's called guilt... Deathstar said quietly, his deep voice now filled with what could stand comfortable next to remorse. And I'm feeling it too... He averted his gaze from the bloody mess across from them, instead nuzzling his soul-mate gently on the back-shoulder, directly where his left wing joint once was.

They watched it all.

They stood and watched, as their Queen bit and clawed him, shoved him, thwacked him, and even brought in some Lycanwings to rip away his arm and tear open his side.

They watched the bloody carnage of his torturing, before his death. Both Shur'tugal and Skulblaka could hear the man's dragon screech in desperation and agony, no doubt fighting against the chains to try and save her precious rider.

"It's all over now, Shur'tugal..." She hissed, lowering her neck to his level and laughing shortly after. "Any last words...?"

"No..." He spat, and looked up, a small fire in his eyes, as a earth-shattering roar shook the earth.

"Just those two."

And the Fort turned to chaos, and his life into the emptiness of death, as war broke out and they arrived.

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To Be Continued in:

Chapter 34: Born to Fight and Die

Next Chapter:

Chapter 33: Murder In The Moonlight

A/N: Hehe... No spoilers... And oh, I'm making you wait a chapter to discover the rest of this particular plot-twist...

….And just who died. Like I said, NO SPOILERS!

I DARE you to sleep after reading that Cliff-hanger. That mostly applies to you, Pietersielie.

-Crystallion12.

OC Dragon Species (OCDS):

OCDS-3: Lunarwing – Mystery Class. Located in the Skies and High Peaks of cold regions. 88 % Female, 12 % Male, 00 % Genderless. A relatively large dragon, with a sleek, aerodynamic figure, a long tail, and huge wings. Their lives generally last for about 200 years. Mostly females, the leader of the flocks are always males, and usually the only one among them. They live in a peaceful, quiet, tranquil manner, soaring the night skies. They are nocturnal, and sleep like bats in dark caves at the freezing tops of mountains. Colours are usually dark shades of blue and purple, or black, mixed with luminescent, glowing lilacs, blues, greens, yellows, oranges, and pinks. Their wings are translucent, usually blues or pinks, with flecks of silver in the membrane, and for males, gold.

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