Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon. All credits go to Dreamworks.

"Where's Hanna with that firewood?!" Heather demanded with clattering teeth. The coldness of the night was creeping and she could feel it, explaining why she was shivering.

Not even her coat of dragonscales and Loptr's body heat could help her!

Why was it that Hanna had to make things so complicated?

Even Hildr went off to find Hanna and she wasn't back as well!

Then warmth engulfed her. She blinked and looked up to Brant's smiling face as he wrapped a cloak around her, a warmer one made out of thick wool. Though the memory of her parents killed by pirates still burns, she knew Brant was no cruel pirate, he just loved the open sea.

BOOM!

"What the?" Vipermei gasped.

"That's gotta be Hanna." Brant said.

"No doubt about it." Heather retorted.

They got onto their dragons and flew to the direction of the bomb. On the way, a small green dragon smacked into Vipermei, almost knocking her off her Boneknapper. With her face covered by the creature, the Chinese girl peeled it off and held it out.

"Sharpshot?"

Hanna's Terrible Terror blinked back at her, panting.

"Sharpshot, where's Hanna and Hildr?"

The small dragon replied but in his dragon tongue which was nothing but growls to the young adults.

"Oh man, I wish we know dragonese already." Brant moaned.

"Yeah, that would've come really handy." Vipermei agreed.

"Actually…" Heather spoke quietly slyly. "I don't think we need dragonese when we could only look down."

She pointed downwards. Brant and Vipermei glanced down, seeing 5 Vikings wandering in a daze, green and black in the faces in a fog of smoke. Judging by the smell, it came from a Zippleback not found within miles but perhaps from a weapon instead…

Snotlout also looked up and gulped, still gurgling gibberish. "Ho boh."

"Ho boh?" Alaric asked, hunched over his knees after coughing from the smoke.

"Hobo? Where?" Tuffnut dimwittedly twisted his head left to right.

"Uh, guys?" Fishlegs said, sounding frightened. "I think he meant 'oh no'."

Alaric raised his head. He almost got an attack when he saw three more dragons with riders hovering over him and his team. One dragon, one made out of bones, had Snotlout in its claws. Its rider, a slender pale-skinned woman, glared at him from the dragon's other claw.

"Where. Is. Hanna. And. Hildr." She demanded in a fierce hiss.

There was a storm brewing.

A whole armada of Berserkers floated near a beach of an island.

Two dragons and two women tied down.

"Do you always bring your armada everywhere you go? I mean seriously, you're the king of armadas!"

Dagur only laughed madly in response at Hanna's feisty statement. "Oh, Hiccup, Hiccup, Hiccup…You so funny." A dangerous, lecherous sneer crept onto his face. "And so gorgeous…"

"Dagur, if you think you can have me, you're more deranged then I thought! I don't want a husband and be a wife, I want a LIFE!"

Next thing she knew, she was thrown on the wooden floor with Dagur's sweaty body on top of hers.

"That's it. I'm not gonna wait to take you in marriage." He sneered while unbuckling his belt to Hanna's horror and disgust. "If I take you now, you'll have to marry me anyway."

She trashed and screamed from underneath. He mockingly laughed as he pulled his britches now, then his triumph took a turn. He suddenly winced, face turning red, and a little whine squeaked out of him. He rolled off his would-be victim, her metal leg up as she did with Alaric, only extra hard.

"Ye old metal leg trick. Works every time." She grinned. Also because of her trusty prosthetic leg, she successfully managed to free herself.

She went over to Hildr and freed her as well but their dragons were caged on another ship. Hanna cursed and looked for a way to escape. She had to hurry before Dagur regained his pride, ego and insanity.

The dragons roared from the other ship, worrying their riders even more.

"Hanna, we have to get out dragons fast!" Hildr urged.

"I know, I know. There's gotta be a way." Hanna looked up to the night's sky, thunder and lightning clashing above. "Boltstriker"

"Hold the Skrill down!" Dagur bellowed, standing on wobbling legs with his pants around his ankles. "And seize my bride!"

Some Berserkers charged at the two women, even if one of them was their crazy chief's sane sister. The women agilely dodged the men running at them like bulls.

"HHIIII-YYYYAAAAAHHHHHH!"

A black flash jumped on a massive Berserker who almost took Hanna down.

"Vipermei!"

"What kind of friend are you, leaving me out of the fun?" Vipermei grinned playfully. She turned and karate-chopped the Berserker closest to her. "HIYA!"

Hanna laughed and heard roars. Looking up, her smile switched for a grin as she saw dragons above. Then she heard a horn blown and glanced down, seeing a ship with the crest of Berk on its sail. Guessed the stubborn Vikings chose to sail instead.

The dragons and the riders delayed Dagur's ship long enough for the Berkians to catch up and once within reach, the Berkians evaded.

Snotlout was the first to reach deck, waving an axe wildly. "HANNA, COUSIN SNOTLOUT IS COM- WHOA!"

He stopped upon seeing the Chinese girl who threatened him with a dragon doing kung-fu, performing impressive flips and kicks and punches with impossible speed.

"Wow, that chick is crazier than the twins!" He noted.

A brawl broke out. Dragons (apart from two tied down ones) flew fire and used their special abilities to aid their riders. Vikings bellowed battle cries and swung their weapons at their enemies. Stoick and Alaric fought their way toward Hanna, fighting on her own with her flaming sword. But before they could touch her, her hands were held behind her back painfully and a knife was pressed against her throat.

Hanna gulped as she was hostage by Dagur.

"DAGUR!" Stoick roared.

The deranged man chuckled darkly, only making the girl in his grasp more uncomfortable.

"Hanna!" Alaric cried.

"Let her go." Stoick demanded.

"Now, now, big guy." Dagur said. "If I can't have her…" He begun to turn the knife, letting his pretty captive feel the sharp edge. "…No one can."

"Dagur, no!" Hildr cried.

"Remember little sister, what's yours is mine and what's mine is definitely mine."

Oh, yes. That was always how it was with having a brother like Dagur. That was what she had to endure for years since her birth.

She suddenly felt light-headed. She gripped the railings and breathed heavily while her head hanged over the edge, her curls dipping down. The rippling water reflected her weak and shattered appearance, how she really felt.

She lifted her head and locked eyes with her dragon from across the water. Her ferocious dragon looked so helpless, locked under layers of heavy chains.

"Boltstriker…"

She wept. Crying made her feel so helpless but it was all she could do.

"Hildr…"

The girl of the name snapped her head up, almost not believing what she heard.

Did Boltstriker…?

Boltstriker's big eyes pleaded to her.

"Hildr…"

He was talking to her.

"Hildr, can you hear me?"

He was talking and she understood him!

"Yes, sweetie, I can!"

Dragonese!

"We did it! We learnt dragonese before Hanna and Toothless! I'm so proud of you!"

A sudden rush of powerful emotions ran through her like a tsunami, like a wind, like a dragon's fire, a wave of emotions she never felt before.

But emotions she heard about.

Emotions fueled by her love for her friends, her dragon, her father…

…and anger at her brother.

With that in mind, she turned back around, her hair swinging as she swiftly moved, picking up her shield and threw it like a Frisbee, hitting Dagur square in the head and allowed Hanna's escape.

"Thanks, Hildr!" Hanna smiled brightly, standing behind her friend. But all she got in return was an eerily silence. "Hilly?" She used Hildr's special nickname in question. She glanced and gasped. "Whoa…"

Dagur, groaning with a bad headache, staggered up, beginning to glare at his sister. "Why you little-"

"Dagur…" Hildr growled as feral as her Skrill.

Everyone on deck went silent, tensing at the change of mood. Hildr the Sane was no longer sane. Her pretty brown eyes seemed dangerously red.

Dagur was taken aback. What happened to his mild-mannered baby sister?

"Uh…what's wrong with her?" Heather asked quietly.

"I don't know. She's usually so sweet and quiet." Brant whispered.

"I think the berserker in her is awakening." Vipermei hissed.

"Uh oh."

To add to the mood, the storm got more violent, lightning clapping in the dark skies above. Boltstriker roared, feeling the urge to fly in the clouds.

"Dagur…"

Hildr slowly walked towards her brother, scaring him more with each step she takes.

"Now, Hildr. Calm down." Dagur begged. "Take it easy. We can work this out, we're siblings!"

"You never were a brother to me."

"So I chopped off the heads of your dolls, dumped honey on your hair, put clement in your shoes and pushed you overboard…no big deal, right?"

"I'm sick and tired letting you treat me like your playtoy! And now you're dragging my friends into it and taking my dragon!?"

Loud clash of thunder clapping only added to the drama.

"Father was uncertain of letting you take chiefship. He loved you but you loved sadism more. Father disinherited you because he loved you! He wanted to save you. But you murdered him in gratitude."

A chorus of gasps rang out. Dagur gulped now that his big secret was out.

"You killed father and tried to kill me so no one will know of your crime! You tainted the honor of the Berkserker tribe! Yes, we're berserk but we never, ever slain our family and friends, abuse our power or even threaten our allies!"

Lightning stroke, hitting Hildr directly. Everyone cried out but Hildr was in no danger. Thanks to her metal chain armor, she was safe from the hit. The lightning sparkled her armor, lighting her up, sparks like stars jumping off her body. With her face angrily molded, her hair fanning out and her body lit up, she looked so terrifying.

It was like seeing the almighty god of thunder, Thor before them.

Tuffnut Thorston stared in total awe. "Whoa…"

She was certainly a sight to behold. She scared every Viking on deck. Even her own big brother.

Especially Dagur.

He tripped on his feet as he tried to stagger back in fear, desperate to get away even if it means taking the cowards' way out.

Desperate, he decided to lung at his sister, his dagger out. Hildr agilely dodged and pulled out her seax dagger. Dagur wheeled around and lunged at her again.

"Hildr!" Hanna screamed.

Dagur was on top of Hildr now, waving his knife-wielding hand crazily, trying to make a stab, yelling "Die, die, die!"

A stab was made in the end.

But not on Hildr.

Dagur gasped.

Hildr pushed him off of her, her seax drenched in blood, leaving a wound in his chest.

Dagur staggered backwards, breathing deeply. Losing his balance came quickly and he fell overboard, sinking like a rock into the water, disappearing in the sea without a proper Viking funeral.

Hildr was left standing, as the true 'berserker'.

Until she gasped, horror masking her face. She abruptly dropped to her knees and breathe heavily in shock of what she has done for the good.

She killed her own brother.

Overwhelmed by stress and excitement, her breathing quickened as she started to cry. Her fellow riders rushed to her side, gentle hands laying on her arms and shoulders.

"Ok, breathe, breathe…" Heather taught, helping her.

A huge hand patted Hildr's shoulder, surprising the traumatized girl to snap her head up and glaze at the massive chief of the village her deceased brother terrorized.

"It was for the best, lass." Stoick said softly.

Hanna also gazed at her father, never seeing this soft side of him in public before. A slight ting of jealousy stroked her insides. Especially the one in her chest.

Shortly later, the ships docked back at the beach.

Toothless and Boltstriker were freed, hopping to their wide-arms-opened riders.

Hanna and Toothless's happy reunion was cut-off when the Night Fury sloppily licked the girl's body.

"Ahh! Toothless!"

"Boltstriker!"

Hildr nuzzled heads with her precious Skrill. Her feelings of guilt and shock was lifted off her shoulders. But that reunion was interrupted as well, but more subtly than the last pair. It was the Berserkers bowing before Hildr.

Hildr was surprised once more, in a milder way. "What are they doing?"

Boltstriker narrowed his eyes. Then he understood the situation. "They're accepting you as alpha. You overthrown their previous leader in a fight, as like dragon do."

"Alpha? You mean chief? Oh my gods…"

She pressed her hands on her chest, panting. Just what she needed, another overwhelming headache.

But in a few minutes of thinking about it, she slowly made a realization. Killing her brother meant a new chief must be elected.

"Guys…I…I've decided to go home."

Her friends stared blankly at her.

"What?" Hanna gasped out.

"I need to fix what Dagur has broken. I'm sorry, but I can't make myself turn my back on my birthplace any longer. I feel…different. I feel…almost like my father. He wouldn't want me to walk away."

As much she wanted her to stay in the free life they shared together, Hanna understood. Hildr's relationship was very different from her own with her dad. Oswald the Agreeable was a kind man who didn't deserved to be murdered by his own son, even if he was deranged. It would be selfish to force her friend to stay and forever remember the guilt.

So Hanna blinked, opening teary eyes. "Its ok."

"Do what your gut tells you." Vipermei added with a wink and a thumbs-up.

Now Hildr tear up, more than Hanna.

"Thank you!" She cried as she ran open-armed forward and hugged her friends. She hugged Hanna longer and tighter and whispered, "Thank you, Hanna. I wouldn't be alive if I haven't met you."

Hanna grinned in her friend's shoulder and tightened her arms.

"Hanna."

She broke away and looked to her father. As if it was possible, he seemed older and even frailer than the last time she saw him.

Hanna's friends gave her some space to let her talk with her dad, watching from the side.

Toothless stayed right behind her, crouching readily for any funny business.

"Hanna, please…" Stoick begged.

Hanna didn't answer at first. For the first time, aside from her mother, herself and her fellow riders, Dragons and Vikings worked together in a way but she knew Stoick was still too stubborn to understand.

"Dad, I can't come back."

"Hanna, please. Do it for your mother."

Oh snap.

"My mother would never have wanted this!" Hanna lashed out in angry offense. Did he know so little of her mother aka his wife that much? "She was different like me, remember?"

Stoick was startled by the outlash. "How did you-"

"Dad, you have to understand. I'm different. I'm like a real Viking but for dragons!"

"Now, you listen here! The problem is that you always-"

"I'm not the problem here! The real problem is that you always believe I'm the problem when I'm not!"

"Young lady, I had it with this! We're going home and that's that!"

"Stop being so spoiled, dad! You're worse than Snotlout! You can't have things go your way all the time! You always said that as chief, you have to make difficult choices! Let's see how you handle this." "Either Berk change its ways and I stay…or stay the same and I stay away."

That stunned him, giving her the chance to swiftly mount Toothless, nod her heads at her team and took off to the black sky like a rocket.

Her friends followed suit, apart from Hildr who stayed behind for a moment.

"I'll swing by in a week's time for your answer. That and to fix what Dagur had damaged." She said to Stoick. Then she held tight onto Boltstriker riding a shooting lightning bolt.

"Wow…" Tuffnut sighed again.

The rest of the Vikings just stared after the flyers.

At least they had a chance.

But it was also a choice.