Oswald stood at the docks, wondering what was beyond the constraints of the archipelago. "New vikings, creatures, and Thor knows what else could be out there. Each more fascinating than the last." He squinted at the horizon, "Is there something coming this way?" The chief took out his spyglass and saw Mulch and Bucket sailing up the island.
They were exhausted looked concerned, "Chief Oswald! Our chief sent us to request help from your fleets." Mulch told. Oswald helped the vikings onto the wooden docks, "What's wrong?" "Dragons!" Bucket cried, beginning to pace, "They're everywhere!" His companion nodded, sadly, "A lot of Berkians are getting killed by them and more cattle than I can count has been stolen. We shouldn't need your help for too long. Every year for a few days, the fledgling dragons come and take even more than the adults do. They targeted our storage this time, so everyone's a little weaker than what we'd like."
Oswald gave a reassuring grin, "Of course, we'll help. Not sure why, but we never have dragon issues here. I'll bring some of the armada with us." The vikings went to the Hall and Oswald stood on the platform. "Berserkers! The Hairy Hooligan tribe has requested our backup with dragon attacks. Herald, I want you and your alpha squad loading up some ships with supplies. They've lost those and lives over there. Get your things ready, men, because we'll be spending a few days there."
The vessels were packed to the rims with artillery and food for the Berkians. The vikings set off for what felt like an unending trip to Berk. Dagur paced back and forth, "What if Chief Stoick's been killed? Or Gobber? Or...Hic-" he shook his head clear of the retched thought and looked over the side of the ship. They had to be getting closer, even if at snail speed. After more sailing, Berk came into the Berserker's view.
It took everything for Dagur to not jump off the vessel and swim to the Berkian chief and heir's hut, ensuring their still existing states; however, when they docked, this is what he did. On the run there, he saw vikings sprawled about. They were a combination of alive and unconscious people and dead and charred ones. With a shudder, he continued, seeing more of the destruction that had been caused by the ravenous reptiles. Homes were demolished and buildings left in pieces. The little Berserker saw the storage house and that it had been torn apart, the food all taken.
He reached his friend's hut and knocked, rapidly. Dagur decided that if the door was not answered in five seconds, he would burst in and make sure they were all right. Fortunately, entrance was opened by a fatigued Stoick. His dim eyes brightened after seeing that reinforcements had come. He saw Oswald coming as the boy brushed past him to find Hiccup. "When I said that we should do this more often, Stoick, this wasn't what I had in mind." Oswald stated, with a kind smile. The Berkian sighed, "Thank you for coming. We've never had this happen before and I'm going to make sure it never does again. Some stronger support beams should fix the problem with our food compartment, but we don't have anything to put in the storage."
As the chiefs spoke, Dagur found Hiccup hiding under his bed. "That's a terrible hiding spot." the Berserker chided, "All the dragons would have to do is look for you and you'd be found!" he yoked the boy out from underneath and, visually, scanned the room for a better location. "I don't want to hide, anyway, but my dad says that I should." Hiccup pouted, "I need to be out making dragons leave or something." Dagur laughed, "Making them leave? Brother, you have to kill them! You can't just politely request that they vacate the premises." The Berkian frowned, slightly, "Killing them seems so harsh, though. I'm sure there's another way to handle it." Dagur shrugged, "Sure. Get eaten. That's the alternative. Your dad's right about you hiding. While you know that I'd love to kill dragons with you, you're just not ready to be good help yet. Sorry."
Hiccup's head dropped, discouragedly. "How frequent were the attacks? Should we be expecting a dragon to fly in here any second or in a few hours? That type of thing." Dagur questioned. The younger boy thought back, "It was pretty random. I-I really don't know when they'll be back. They've come mulitple times in one day." The Berserker heir rubbed his chin, "That sucks. Well, we'll just have to remain prepared at all times." The Berserker
fell down to his stomach and did a commando crawl around the room, still looking for a good place. "Think your dad would mind if we hollowed this out?" he inquired. Hiccup observed the floor about which his friend was speaking, "Probably. Can't we find a place that already exists?" Dagur sighed, heavily, "If you want to do it the boring way."
The two finally settled on a small compartment that was normally used for keeping boots. "It smells awful in here." Hiccup complained, scrunching up his face. "Maybe, but a lot better than the inside of a giant reptile." Dagur noted. Despite what he wanted to do, Hiccup had to agree. The Berserker went around Berk, looking for anything/one that could be a liability. Remembering his new little pal, he went to find Fishlegs. The boy was trying to help his parents gather weapons, from the fallen vikings, to use in later battles. He trembled and gagged the entire time. "Hey, Fishy!" Dagur called, making the, already on edge, boy nearly jump out of his skin.
"Oh, hi, Dagur." he responded, calming down. "I heard that you guys were coming to help Berk. Thanks." he smiled. "No problem. Are you going to kill any dragons?" Dagur questioned, even though he had a very strong feeling the answer was no. He was correct, "I've never killed a dragon before. They're really cool, though and I know a bunch of different things about them. Like their classes, blast limits, common behavior-" Fishlegs kept going on and Dagur was unsure if he were interested in the information-that could, potentially, be useful-or if he were zoning out and thinking about cooler and less real dragon skills.
"You're never going to kill dragons if all you can do is talk about them." a viking laughed. That viking was, of course, Snotlout. The boy made sure that he stayed a good distance from Dagur as he taunted. A blonde girl came up behind him, "And you'll never kill dragons if you spend every waking moment trying to get under other viking's skins. Even though you are so good at it, Snotlout." "Well, thank-shut up, Astrid." the boy said. Fishlegs chuckled, "Yep, that's Astrid. You probably haven't met her since she's always training." The girl slung her ax over her shoulder, "Someone's got to keep Berk safe when all the older vikings are gone." she stated, haughtily.
Astrid marched up to Dagur, "You're Oswald's son right?" He nodded and she frowned, "We don't need your vikings. My family, alone, can handle these dragons." the viking accented her point by throwing her weapon into a tree. The Berserker scoffed, "Yeah. I noticed how well you guys did when we came up. Is it a new trend to destroy your island and kill off its people?" he asked, sarcastically. She huffed, "You guys can't do anything that we can't. Except get in our way."
Astrid strode off to train more and Snotlout sighed, dreamily, after her, "Isn't she the best?" "She's something." Dagur grumbled, frowning after her. He let Fishlegs continue his errand and went on his own way with making a ditch in which the elderly and young vikings could hide. Shadows covered the ground and the viking looked to the skies. Dragons covered the firmament more than clouds in a storm.
Dagur rushed back to where Fishlegs was, "Dragon attack!" he yelled on his way, alerting the unsuspecting vikings. The Berkians and Berserkers readied their weapons and charged at the flying creatures. Fishlegs stood, almost paralyzed, after seeing the attack. "Snap out of it." Dagur shook him. The younger boy unfroze and the Berserker brought him to the trench he had made. "Stay here and don't move unless they come after you." Dagur ordered. Fishlegs nodded his head, compliantly.
Stoick, Gobber, and Oswald took out dragons left and right. For a split second, Dagur was proud of his dad. He might have disagreed with almost everything Oswald said, but he had to admit that his father was a good warrior. That only enhanced his disappointment when the chief would not fight. A Monstrous Nightmare tried to crawl up behind Dagur, however the boy sensed it and dodged. The dragon chomped down on air, growling in frustration. The boy laughed and when the reptile opened its mouth again, he threw one of his daggers in there.
The blade cut through the Nightmare's throat and it slammed to the ground with a whimper. An explosion caught Dagur's attention and he saw the chief's hut on fire. A Hideous Zippleback had caused the combustion while searching for more food. "Hiccup!" Stoick yelled. He went to run to get his son, but got surrounded by a mutlitude of dragons. Dagur was already on his way, though, to the hut. Hiccup's hiding spot had been blown apart, but it gave enough cover to save him from the blast. The small boy coughed from the smoke as the dragon neared him. Dagur jumped onto the reptile's back and pinned one of the heads to the ground. The other head began to spew gas and he stabbed the pinned one in the neck, preventing any spark.
More gas filled the hut and Hiccup slipped into unconsciousness. Hidden by its own fog, the dragon hit Dagur with its tail. The boy flew into the wall and the unharmed head tried to eat him. He stabbed it in the eye and it cried out. The Berserker kept stabbing until the dragon laid, motionless on the floor. The hut was still filled with gas and Dagur scooped up Hiccup, carrying the boy out of the area.
Just as the dragons attacked, they left. Many reptiles had been killed and only some of the vikings had been injured, none deceased. Stoick exhaled his held breath upon seeing his son alive. He rushed to the two and held Hiccup. The boy blinked his eyes opened, sluggishly, "Wh-what happened?" he asked. "Dagur saved your life." Stoick told him. The Berkian chief gave Dagur a pat on the back, "I owe you more than you realize. You've got someone on your side if you ever need help, son." he said, sincerely. Dagur grinned back as father and son embraced each other.
That evening, Oswald was speaking to Stoick. "How about in a few months, when it's time for the treaty, you two come to our island? You've never been before and you can bring Gobber too. I'm sure he'd like it." Oswald offered. Stoick smiled, "Sure. I think Hiccup would like the change of scenery." "Then it's set." The two, happily, shook hands on their deal.