Decided to add some Hiccup in this chapter.

The big night of the raid came, having Bing Bong fly the lead of the group alongside Freya who hadn't spoken to Bing Bong since Ashia's death, a mischievous Zippleback, a sentimental but tough Gronckle who had once chatted with Bing Bong while he had been still grieving for Ashia, and finally a brute of a Monstrous Nightmare who loved violence.

He gave Bing Bong an evil eye, smirking.

"You better not screw up on this one, 'Clumsy Fury,'" he taunted, using Freya's nickname. Bing Bong frowned, ignoring him. He was nervous when they announced the raid, but still went, not wanting the Queen to banish him.

After flying for a while, they finally saw the village, where Bing Bong learned the name, Berk. It was a simple typical Viking village, with livestock, their prey, was roaming. The Nightmare growled delightedly and dived, grabbing an unsuspecting sheep. The other looked up, then all he did was eat in his friend's place.

Bing Bong rolled his eyes. Tch, sheep, he thought in annoyance, as he flew in the darkness, awaiting his turn to strike at the village.

Things heated up, as the other dragons did their parts in spreading panic and destruction. The Gronckles stole a rack of fish, the Zippleback raided the sheep barn, and the Nadders took over the Yak and boar pens.

Unfortunately though Freya had been knocked down by a catapult.

Bing Bong grew interested in watching the humans, especially one with a large beard who seemed to be the Chief of the village, shouting orders to his men, while he climbed up a catapult.

The Nightmare climbed up as well, lighting up his gel coated skin with his fire, hissing and snapping at the Chief who fought back. Bing Bong knew this was his time to strike. Charging up a plasma blast, he dived, letting loose a banshee screech, shooting it at the catapult, shattering it to pieces. The Nightmare had jumped out of the way, and the humans all fell.

"Night Fury!" Screamed one, as Bing Bong destroyed a second catapult, unaware of a skinny boy watching in awe from a blacksmith shop.

Meanwhile, the boy called Hiccup was doing his usual chores at the Blacksmith watched over by Gobber. He desperately wanted to make a name for himself, by shooting down a dragon.

Gobber however had dampened that idea with the fact that he was too skinny, and a Hiccup at everything. But there was one dragon he could kill to impress his father. A Night Fury. Ever since he saw it soaring around tonight, he decided to sneak out with his invention to shoot it down.

Bing Bong continued to fly from above, shooting at more targets, while Hiccup set up his weapon.

"Come on, gimme something to shoot at," he muttered to himself, until he saw a silhouette in the moonlight.

…

Bing Bong didn't know what had happened. All he knew was that one second he was a mighty creature soaring in the sky, until something wrapped tightly and painfully around his body, and his tail hurt badly, too, like part of it had been ripped off.

He fell at an alarming speed to the ground. His life flashed in front of him, Riley, Ashia's death, and everything else that had happened to him. He hoped that the other dragons had managed to get away with food for that tyrant Queen.

Bing Bong closed his eyes, crying in pain as he slammed to the ground, breaking down many trees, tumbling over and over before at last hitting his head on a rock, falling unconscious.

…

Hiccup had been barely burned alive by a Nightmare after shooting down his prize, and he was now standing in front of the big bearded Viking chief, which was his father.

"Do you have any idea how much building and restocking supplies I have to do, son? I don't want to constantly have to save you when I have others to think about!" Stoick roared, making Hiccup wince.

"B-but dad, I really did shoot down a Night Fury. And if you ask me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?" He mumbled shyly. Some Vikings took this offense to heart, putting a hand on their stomachs and glaring.

Stoick growled in annoyance. "This isn't a joke, Hiccup! Agh! Why can't you follow the simplest of orders?"

"I-I can't stop myself, Dad! I see a dragon and I just have to kill it, ya know? It's who I am!" Hiccup cried despondently, wishing somebody to believe him.

But that didn't work, as Stoick ordered Gobber to take him back to their house, with the other teens, especially Snotlout laughing at him.

"Please, Gobber, I didn't lie this time. If we could find it—."

Gobber shook his head. "No, I wish I can believe ya, but I don't. But you must understand with yer father, it's not so much what you look like, it is what is inside that he can't stand."

Hiccup frowned. "Thank you, for summing that up," he grumbled, going inside, leaving Gobber looking disheartened as he left. He waited until Gobber was gone, then snuck out the back door. He was gonna find that dragon, no matter what it took.