How to Train Your Dagon: The Next Generation

It's already widely known and accepted that there will not be an HTTYD4, sorry but it's just the truth. However, I do think that if there was one, this is how it would go down.

If you have your own thoughts, then please tell me in the comments, but I do think the story I have in mind is quite interesting.

For context, this takes place 15 years after Homecoming when Hiccup's daughter, Zephyr, has taken over as chief, Toothless is still Alpha, and as for Hiccup himself and his son, Nuffink? Well, you'll just have to read and see.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

(Zephyr's voice, overview shot of New Berk)

This is New Berk…a vacation destination if what you're looking for is surly Vikings, year round cold, and crops that taste like the stuff that fertilizes them.

However, it is also the only place I have ever called home. I am amongst the first generation of people born on New Berk, pretty much anyone older than me grew up on Old Berk when the dragons used to roam free, that is up until the day that they all had to leave and live on their own.

It has been 25 peaceful years since the dragons left, in fact some New Berkians will tell you that they've even gotten a bit bored with all of this peace.

Of course, there's always going to be something to come along and disturb that peace.

It was just a calm Spring day when suddenly, the sound of the war horn could be heard from the other side of the island that New Berk sat on.

Hearing the siren, Zephyr, who was now 25 years old and stepped up to the title of Chief of New Berk after her father, Hiccup Haddock, had mysteriously disappeared 3 months ago, steps out of her father's old home and spots a ship's flag with a symbol of two knives slicing right through the neck of a Slitherwing dragon.

Not coincidentally, after Hiccup left, a new evil gang sprang up and began attacking the once peaceful New Berk.

They call themselves the Seekers of the wing, and are led by a traitor of New Berk that too was next in line for Chief of Berk until Zephyr beat him out in the election, a devious man that simply goes by the name, Doomvist.

Upon seeing the flag attached to their black stained ships and seeing said ships firing large rocks from cannons, Zephyr asks Fishlegs, who had a somewhat long beard with streaks of grey, "What's the situation?"

Fishlegs replies with a somewhat raspy voice, "We've spotted about 9 ships approaching the docks. They aren't in range to hit any of our buildings yet, but they're getting closer with each minute!"

Zephyr asks, "Any sign of Doomvist?"

Fishlegs shakes his head. "Not yet, Chief."

Zephyr nods. "Good. Alright, you know the drill. Fishnut."

She asks to a chubby girl with hair that reached her shoulder blades that wore a tan tunic. "Yes?" The girl replies.

Zephyr commands, "You and your crew man the catapults."

Fishnut salutes her. "Aye aye, Chief. Catch me if you can, Dad!"

Fishlegs replies as he runs after her, "Hey! You know I can't run like I used to!"

That was Fishnut, the daughter of my dad's old friends, Fishlegs and Ruffnut. She's a good fighter, it's just that it seems that her Mother and Uncle's competitive genes get in her head quite quickly.

Zephyr then says, "Where's Choplout?"

A muscular boy with short hair wearing a green dragon scale pattern shirt, black pants and a helmet with ram horns. "Here!"

Zephyr replies, "Get as many people to safety as you can!"

Choplout's face drops. "Again?! Come on, when are you going to let me fight?"

Zephyr crosses her arms. "Do you even know how to work a catapult, bow, or even swing a sword without hurting yourself?"

Choplout blinks to that. "Getting people to safety it is!" and he runs off.

And that's Choplout. My Dad's friend, Snotlout's, son that he had with his now ex-wife who divorced him after she found out he was just in it because she had a lot of money. As stated, Choplout is as hotheaded as his Dad, but that can also lead to overconfidence.

Once those two were off, Zephyr helps to pass out weapons and shields to the fighting villagers as they await the inevitable battle.

Meanwhile, on the black ships, a muscular man wearing all-black armor besides a red symbol like the one on the flag on his left shoulder and a helmet where the only part of his face was showing was through the slit for his eyes and a rail guard over his mouth.

The man says to the other men, a bunch of large men wearing similar black clothing, in a very deep Scottish voice, "You all know the drill. Take as many as you can, but leave the Chief to me. Now….FIRE!"

And the cannons fire large rocks towards the village, to which Zephyr responds, "Go!" She had two rows of catapults set up, one that knocked the incoming boulders out of the sky and another that went right into the other catapults, making them unusable.

The man scoffs, "Taking out our weapons. How predictable? Go!" Suddenly, from the sides of the ships came cannons that fired rocks that smashed many of the catapults that were set up on Berk.

Once the ships were close enough, a bunch of men got on ropes and swung over to the island where, swords drawn, they began fighting the villagers.

The sound of clanging metal as swords collided with other swords or shields in the full on battle. A few from both sides were injured right away and had to retreat back to either their ship or to the Great Hall, on the sides of which stood a carved statue of Hiccup on the right and his father and former Chief, Stoick, on the left.

Zephyr had her fair share of the bloodshed, her mother made sure she was skilled with a sword by the time she was out of diapers, and, her own thoughts, plenty of well-placed booby traps such as swinging logs and trap doors came into play as well.

However, in the midst of it all, the same black armored man drops down in front of Zephyr before Zephyr says, "You!"

Doomvist chuckles. "Did you expect anyone else?"

Zephyr could feel the anger build up in her just from hearing his voice. She raises her sword and says, "All this time I thought I knew who was under that helmet. I was wrong! There is no way that my own brother would do ANY of this!"

Doomvist scoffs to that. "Your pathetic brother stood no chance against me, and you know it. Now, enough chat, I'm going to ask you again. Where is it?"

Zephyr stands her ground as she knew just what he was talking about. "Even if I DID know, why would I ever tell you?"

Doomvist looks to the ground upon hearing that. "You know that us Seekers have ways of finding what we need."

Zephyr replies, "I'd love to see you try! AHHHHH!" She raises her sword upwards and slashes down, only to be blocked by a black sword that had a line of fire emitting form the blade.

Zephyr's eyes widen upon seeing the flaming blade and feeling the heat emitting from it as Doomvist begins laughing. "I will admit that there are SOME of Haddock's creations that can prove to be rather…useful."

Zephyr replies after slashing a few more times to be blocked again. "Dad's sword was fueled by the condensed gas of a Hideous Zippleback dragon. How in the world did you manage to make a fire sword when dragons haven't been here since before I was born?!"

Doomvist replies as he takes a swing of his own that Zephyr jumps back from. "A true magician never reveals his tricks. Now, one more time, where is the information that I seek?" Doomvist stares right into Zephyr's eyes as he deciphers exactly what she is thinking. After following the movement of her blue eyes, he smiles within his helmet. "Oh! You DO know where it is, you just don't want to tell me. Is that it?"

Zephyr growls as she thrusts the blade of her sword right into Doomvist's face, making him leap back. However, that was a mistake as he backed right into a trap that grabbed him by the right leg and made him dangle into the air upside down.

Zephyr smirks to that capture as she steps forward, pointing the sword right towards the horizontal slit of Doomvist's helmet. "I'm going to SAY this one more time. Stay away from my village!"

Even from being upside down, Doomvist could see that more of his men were retreating to the ships than the New Berkians, so he says, "…Fine, but only this time."

In a swift move, he reaches up and detaches his right leg before using his sword to cut the rope and reattach the leg back to the stumped base as he rushes off back towards his ship. As he runs back, Doomvist shouts, "ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, THE SEEKERS OF THE WING ALWAYS FIND THEIR TARGET!"

Zephyr groans. "I'm not looking forward to it in the slightest."

She then walks into the center of the village before spotting Choplout and saying, "Choplout, get me a damage assessment. Hurry!" Choplout nods and walks off.

Just then, a thin boy with curly brown, curly hair wearing glasses and a blue vest comes up to Zephyr and says in a nasally voice, "Um, Chief?"

Zephyr replies, "This better be quick, Peston."

This is Pestson Jarson, while he doesn't even have the strength to lift an axe, his brains seem to make up for the face. He's a bit like my Dad in that sense.

Peston replies, "Well, you see, this was the fourth attack this month."

Zephyr replies sarcastically, "Oh really? Didn't notice."

Peston chuckles to that. "Yes, well, with how frequent these attacks are getting, we do need to figure out just what we're going to do about this."

Zephyr shrugs. "Simple. We regroup, plan new battle strategies, and hope for the best next time."

Peston pushes his glasses up. "But, you see, that whole 'hope for the best' thing can only get us so far." Zephyr then looks around and sees just what sort of damage that one battle caused.

A few of the buildings that sat closest to the water were badly damaged, some having large holes in the sides and a few even collapsed entirely, not to mention that quite a few of the villagers who fought were covered in cuts, bruises, scars, and even a few broken bones.

Hiccup had always told her that being a Viking was an occupational hazard, but she never imagined it was this much of a hazard. Zephyr sighs as she rubs her temple. Peston asks, "Is there something wrong, Chief?"

"If I had known being Chief was so stressful, I never would've accepted the job. I just…wonder what my Dad would do in times like this."

Peston points out, "Well, he'd likely do something involving that dragon he used to be with. Now, of course that isn't exactly an option for us so, that does beg the question, what exactly CAN we do?"

Zephyr sighs before her eyes widen. "Well…maybe he's exactly what we need!"

Peston's eyes widen as well. "Uh…I don't follow."

Zephyr replies, "Look, my Dad has handled this sort of stuff long before I was born, maybe he's the key to helping us figure out what to do about the Seekers!"

Peston rubs the back of his head. "Are you sure about that?"

Zephyr shrugs. "It's worth a shot. I gotta go get some people!" With that she runs off.