Author's Note: I'm very sorry for the long wait. I was nearing the end of my semester so final papers and the like took over, plus I needed to rest from it all. Also, I had to wait a long while before my beta reader got back to me on this. Took a while but here it is. Also I didn't say how it was originally going to be longer, well the chapter got too long so I had to split it up once more. I'm very sorry for that as I know the wait is long. But the second half needed to be good, and I was having huge trouble writing it. Still, those who are still reading I thank you for your patience and here is the next chapter, I hope it's worth the wait.

Chapter 18: Rescuing Berk Part 2

"This is a lot tougher than Hiccup made it out to be!" Snotlout complained as he carefully walked up the rocky surface before him. "I honestly think he was wrong about this back entrance."

"Well…I trust Hiccup, so we must not be looking hard enough," Fishlegs responded, a few feet behind his friend, holding up a piece of paper that their leader gave to them. Currently, the two, along with their dragons were behind the Great Hall, climbing up the rocky surface and trying to find the secret entrance that Hiccup informed them about. When they were about to set out Hiccup gave them a page from his notebook, with a drawing of the back of the Great Hall, showing where the entrance is, but finding it is proving to be harder than they like. Thankfully, the building was large enough for them to be hidden away from any prying eyes, especially their dragons. "Hiccup said the door is painted to look like rocks, so that will make it difficult."

"Look, I know we should be easy on him, but I honestly think Hiccup isn't fully there in the head," Snotlout turned to face his friend. "Besides, we have been all over this island many times, you would think we would have been able to find such a secret entrance?"

"Hiccup can come through when the situation is dire, this is no different," Fishlegs climbed up the steep surface some more as he joined the burly teen's side, showing him the map. He looked at the paper and up at the area before him, eyes squinting and trying to find the location from the paper.

"Either way, if there is an entrance it looks well concealed," Snotlout folded his arms, trying to look as well. He looked back and saw Hookfang and Meatlug standing away from them, just watching the two as the barrels and bags of weapons were attached to their saddles. "Be a lot helpful if you assisted."

Hookfang looked away and puffed out a cloud of smoke from his nostril. Meatlug on the other hand just closed his eyes and started to rest, showing their stance on the issue. This caused the burly teen to roll his eyes, dejected once again.

Fishlegs continued on forward, being careful not to slip on any loose rocks, getting closer to the wall of rock that made up the Great Hall. "Ok…if we're here…then…the door should be along this way," he explained, large hand placed along the granite surface, and feeling for any differences in texture.

Snotlout sighed as he walked up and joined his friend, arms still folded, "I honestly don't think it would be that easy. If it were up to me, I would make up a fake story about there being a door."

"Yet why would Hiccup make up a story like this? Especially during a time like this?" Fishlegs stopped to turn and face his friend.

"I don't know, those are just my thoughts," Snotlout responded as he moved along the wall, arms still folded, as he leaned his body against the rocky wall. "Can't blame a Viking for having his own thoughts-"

*Thump*

Both of them stopped talking, eyes raising up in surprise, as Snotlout looked over at the wall, and repeated it again.

*Thump*

A hollow thump was the result, something that is most definitely couldn't have come from something solid. Snotlout then pulled away from the wall and placed a hand against it, running his hand alongside of it, "Huh…this part of the rock is smooth."

Fishlegs instantly moved over to his side, reaching out and doing the same thing, "I-I think this is it…you found it!" the teen looked excited as he ran his hands along the surface more, what looked like rocks were flat and fake.

"Huh…I guess I did," the burly teen smirked as he accomplished something.

"This is paint," Fishlegs commented as he chipped a bit of it away, to show a bit of wood underneath. Smiling he continued to press his fingers along the side until the smooth surface turned rough, indicating that was as far the door went. The teen kept feeling along until he felt a handle. Gripping he, grunts soon left his mouth upon pulling, but it seemed to be a bit stuck. Regripping it he pulled once more, and in a flash, it flung open, but thankfully he managed to catch himself before falling.

"Nice work Legs," Snotlout patted the larger teen on the back before peering inside, seeing a dimly lit area with stairs. "Huh, this leads up."

"Come on, lets grab the weapons," Fishlegs commented as he went back to his dragon. Snotlout looked for a few more seconds before joining him. "Ok girl, stay here and wait for us."

"You know what to do Hooky," the burly teen said to the Monstrous Nightmare, who for once nodded back in return.

A moment later they returned back to the entrance, carrying the bags and barrels of weapons, grunting from the incline and added weight. Being the first one, Snotlout entered, the small room, but could see a couple sets of stairs leading up.

"Looks like we're heading up," the burly teen said as he began his ascent.

"Yeah, looks fun," Fishlegs fake laughs as he closes the door and joins his friend. Both of them grunting as they continued to go up the stairs, the weight of the weapons really making it problematic as it took a lot of energy to keep going. It took a couple of minutes before they reached the top where another door is. Putting one of the sacks down Snotlout reached and slowly pushed the door open, eyes peering within to make sure no one was on the other side. Slowly but surely, he relaxed upon finding the room empty, yet also recognized the room. "This is the room where any excess food is stored."

"Really?" Fishlegs asked as he watched his friend enter and followed right behind. Upon entering he did find the room to be holding some food that was made, yet from the looks of things a lot of it is missing. "They must have been raiding this spot a lot."

"They pillage whatever they want…and the worst of it is that it's our stuff," Snotlout put the bags down, spotting another door and goes over to it.

"What are you doing?" Fishlegs asked in curiosity, putting the weapon barrels down.

"Taking a peek," the burly teen whispered before slowly opening the door a bit and looking through, something Fishlegs couldn't help but join in as well.

On the other side is the main area of the Great Hall, the brazier in the center lit up, illuminating the whole room. All the tables and seats were moved out of the way and gathered in the center were all of Berk's Vikings! All of the adults were found accounted for, sitting on the ground, hands tied behind their backs, and looking a bit disheveled. Obviously, they have been like this for a long while, some of them may have not been allowed to move about and left uncomfortable. Many displeasing whispers could be heard as well as angered faces graced upon them as their gazes were all over the place. On the outer area of the hall were Berserkers, all of them standing in place or walking about, swords and crossbows in hand and ready to quell any problems. The two teens couldn't get a good look but from what they could see, about ten of them were guarding them, maybe more.

"How are we going to do this?" Fishlegs whispered, not liking their odds of success, as they only have part of the layout.

"I have no idea," Snotlout responded back, looking around still. His eyes kept looking around, trying to find anything of use…that is until both eyes widened. "Dad?"

Looking at the Vikings closest to them the burly teen indeed saw his father. Spitelout held a look of irritation as he watched the Berserkers patrol around the room, wanting to do something about it, but couldn't with both arms tied behind him. He gave a glare to a smug looking Berserk as he walked, apparently loving at having the upper hand. Both hands clenched at the sight, eyes rolling as he decided to distract himself. Looking around he saw his fellow Vikings in the same situation, he could feel their anger and worry. It has been over a day, and they haven't heard anything else, especially as-

"Snotlout?" he spoke out in a near whisper upon looking at the doors across from him.

Both of the burly teen's eyes widen upon being spotted, but then placed a figure on his mouth, which thankfully was picked up on.

"What are you doing here?" Spitelout mouthed out, being sure he wasn't spotted.

"Saving Berk," Snotlout mouthed back.

"How?" the older male asked, referring to his tied-up arms.

The burly teen tried thinking of something, so far, they were following the plan but this was an unforeseen obstacle. How could they help the villagers without being stopped, especially as-Just then an idea came to mind. He gave a gesture to hold on before moving away from the door. He went over to one of the bags of weapons and looked through it. "What are you doing?" Fishlegs asked, following him.

"I have an idea, it's risky but it could work," Snotlout asks as he kept searching but smiled as he pulled out a small knife. Without saying a word, he went back over to the door. Relief washed over him as his father is still looking at the door. Being careful and looking to make sure no Berserker is watching, or is near, he opened the door some more and stuck the knife out, placing it on the ground, and then mouthed, "Catch."

Spitelout's eyes rose as he saw the weapon and just like that it's pushed, sailing across the floor and towards him. The weapon clattered some, but thankfully the villagers chatters and the crackling of the fire muffled it some, still he looked around, but no one seemed to notice. The weaponed slowed down some, but Spitelout's leg shot out and caught the weapon with his boot before pulling it towards him all the wall, sliding it towards his waiting hand. Once he had it, he turned and kept it hidden from view before anyone could notice. He sighed in relief before looking back over at his son, "Good job boyo."

With that Spitelout then started to cut the rope around his hands, going slowly, but it was working. Others around him could hear and turned towards him. "What are you-" A random Viking spoke up but is cut off.

"Shh, don't draw attention," he responded back. A minute late, the pressure of the rope released as it fell from his hands. A relieved sigh came out of his mouth as he then looked back, "take it and free yourselves, then pass it along. Keep it quiet."

They all nodded as the next Viking took the knife and started to free themselves. Snotlout and Fishlegs saw this and back up from the door, seeing what was going on. "This might take a while," Snotlout said.

"Guess we have to wait then," Fishlegs responded, as this will take time.

*Tap* *Tap*

Pieces of rock fell from the top of the cliff, which the academy resided. Small pieces of rocks fell down from above, gaining speed and hitting the metal bars of the dome's cage, creating a loud echo all around. The Berserkers guarding the academy stopped and turned to the sound, more rocks falling and hitting the bars.

"What the hel?" one of them questioned.

"Rocks are always falling from cliffs," a second one responded, not affected by it.

*Rooooooaaaaaarrrr" one of the dragons roared out as the sound persisted, others slowly joining in.

"Quiet down there!" the second one shouted in annoyance. "The only bad thing is that these dragons get really annoyed at the sound."

That didn't seem to help as the dragons kept getting rowdy, the sound only angering them more, and causing them act out. More and more rocks came down and were hitting the metal, creating more of a sound that agitated the dragons within. Many of the cramped dragons tried to claw their way free, all of them snarling and hitting against the metal dome. Sadly, any fire wouldn't work here, mainly it could hurt the other dragons some, that and the metal of the dome isn't easily melted by it.

"Shut up you stupid lizards!" the first Berserker shouted, getting angrier at the noise, as more rocks fell down onto the dome. More and more of the Berserkers gathered around, them too getting annoyed at the dragons. Little did they know is high above the academy, where the chain that is used to raise the metal dome is Barf and Belch. They are standing on the mountain side, and are scratching at the side of the rock, breaking some free and causing it to fall down below. The action having the desired effect as it's distracting the guards down below.

Speaking of which, Ruff and Tuff were still down, on the pathway leading to the academy. They had sent their dragon to complete the task given, and to their surprise it was being performed. Thus, showing that the dragons understood them more now. The twins smiled as their plan is working and all attention is being taking off of them.

"Come on, lets hurry!" Tuffnut said to his sister, who nodded back. The two of them then rushed off and towards the academy. So far, their plan was working as no one was paying them any mind as their attention was taking up by the dragons. The snarls and roars masking their footsteps and any rocks that were accidentally kicked by their boots. Sticking along the rocky wall, they kept getting closer and closer till they got to the platform on which Stoick would sit down on. Climbing onto it, their eyes searched and found one of the levers near the large chair that stood there.

"There it is," Ruffnut smiled as she went over to the large lever, her small hands gripping it. "Going to need some help here bro."

"Alright, lets free the dragons," Tuffnut smiled as he went over and gripped it as well.

"HEY!" a voice shouted out, prompting the twins to look over and see one of the Berserkers looking at them. Both eyes widened upon realizing the twins weren't one of them, and where they were at. "STOP THEM!"

"Time for some dragon destruction!" They both said with large smiles as they began pushing on the lever, going slow, but with the both of them they managed to flip it. Once that was done, the gears went into motion as the winch started to roll back on the chain, pulling on the metal dome. All the Beserkers all stood frozen as the large piece of metal is lifted up into the air…creating an exit for all the dragons within.

With a loud roar, it all began.

Many dragons shot out from the inside of the academy, taking to the air and hovering above, eyes locking onto their captors in anger. "RUN!" one of the Berserkers shouted out as they managed to find their voice. Yet by then it was too late.

A Nadder landed right on the bridge that led back to town, wings and tail poised and ready to attack. A Gronkle landed near a few of them, lava ready to be spewed from its mouth, just as a Monstrous Nightmare landed on the opposite side, body engulfed in fire. With a loud roar they all struck, knocking a few of them off the side of the ledge and down towards the water below.

"Look at the carnage!" Tuffnut couldn't help but say as he high fived his sister.

"We're not done yet," she said, upon seeing many more dragons up in the air. She then pointed to the other levers near the edge of the dome. "Pull those and release the rest."

"Got it!" they both ran out to the five switches and began pulling them. One by one the wooden logs that held the cages shut were pulled, releasing the doors and allowing them to burst open as more and more dragons were released. The twins looked pleased with themselves as all the dragons were free, enjoying the sight of their winged friends were up in the air again. "Alright let's get this fight started!"

"Right you are brother!" Ruffnut smiled as they heard a roar, prompting them to look up and seeing Barf and Belch coming down. Without bothering the stop the dragon swooped down and the two jumped on the Zippleback, successfully mounting him. Together they led the dragons to Berk, ready to get things started.

Meanwhile back in the Great Hall things were quiet, yet the tense atmosphere lingered in the air as all of Berk's Vikings were planning something, thanks to a little help. Little by little all their hands were being cut free, thanks to the knife that Snotlout had passed to his father. Trying to be sneaky the Vikings passed the knife around, using it to free one another from the rope that binded them, but also taking great care not to be seen at all. It took just one screw up in order for their plan to be revealed and making things worse than they already were. Yet now the big question is what do they do now since they are freed? If they charged at all the Berserkers here, they could easily overwhelm them as they outnumber them all…yet there is another problem. In another storm room, opposite of where Snotlout and Fishlegs were hiding, is where all the kids were herded up inside. There were two Berserkers guarding the outside of it and three more inside, watching the kids and making sure that none of the adults could do anything to stop them. If they charged in right now then chances are the guards at the door could say something, causing them to hurt the children.

Something needed to be done, a distraction maybe.

In the storage room Snotlout and Fishlegs stood, peering out and watching everything unfold. They managed to keep an eye out on how many of their people were getting free but soon lost visual contact as the knife traveled further and further away from view. Now the two weren't sure how to proceed next as it seemed like their part was done…well almost.

"What do we do know?" Fishlegs whispered. "We can't just barge in there, nor do we have the dragons to help us out."

"We just got to figure something out," Snotlout responded, pulling away from the open door and moving backwards a few steps so he could be more vocal. "Either way we have to get everyone armed so they can-"

*Clang!*

Both of them froze as the burly teen's foot made contact with a discarded bucket, accidentally kicking it across the room a bit. Fishleg's eyes rose up as he stood frozen stiff from that one action. Both eyes looking up at his friend, giving a look of, "Why did you do that!?"

"What was that?" A voice called out from outside the door.

"No Idea, but let's check it out," a second one called out, and soon enough they could hear boots walking towards them.

Outside Spitelout was whispering to the others a plan he had, which was to rush all of the guards when they were least suspecting it. With their numbers they should be able to get the upper hand fairly quickly, problem is that he wasn't sure how to strike. It needed to be done in a way where their captors couldn't see them coming, nor be allowed to alert anyone else. He kept looking about, thinking…that was until he heard the sound coming from where his son is. Heart beats increasing as he saw two Berserkers heading for the door, both of them armed with their swords. He wasn't sure if his son had retreated back or is still standing in place. He trusted Snotlout in making decisions, but if his child is in any possible danger, he knew that he couldn't stand by and do nothing. As they got closer to the door he looked around and both eyes rose in surprise as he found all eyes were on the door. Apparently, the noise must have drew their attention as well, the one thing he had been waiting for.

"Now!" he shouted out before immediately getting to his feet and rushing the two from behind. The other Vikings standing up and charging at their captors, who all jumped with wide eyes at the sudden mass movement. The two at the door stopped and turned, only for Spitelout to barrel into them like a boulder. The door flew open and nearly came off its hinges as the three fell down into the room, much to the teens surprise. The two Berserkers were groaning in agony as they fell on the stone floor, Spitelout had the fortunate landing as the two cushioned his fall. Still, it hurt him some as he got up, groaning a bit himself before looking down and seeing the two were still moving.

"Dad!" Snotlout called out, seeing his father turn only to see a bludgeon being thrown over his direction. The older male acted fast and snatched it out of the air before rearing his arm back.

*Klang*

*Klang!*

The wooden weapon struck the two on their helmets, hard, as the force combined with their helmets immediately knocked the two out.

"Way to go dad!" Snotlout cheered out upon seeing that.

"No time for celebrating boyo, we have to see to the others," Spitelout responded, getting back to his feet before turning and leaving the room, checking up on everyone else. The two teens followed and to their surprise once out of the back room they could see all of their people up and about, well most of them as others were helping the still bound ones out. All the Berserkers inside were on the ground, either being held down, and struggling, by the others or knocked out. Main doors were open, showing that the guards outside had overheard and came in, but they too seemed to be down as well. Spitelout blew a sigh of relief upon seeing this, "Good, looks like it worked."

Snotlout wanted to so much go up and embrace his father but put that impulse away. It's something his family wasn't known for, as he knew his father would disapprove of the action. So, he tried to keep things professional, "Good to see you're ok, dad."

Spitelout, in a rare display, turned to his son, and gave a smile before patting his child on the helmet, an action that made the teen raise his eyes. "Good work boyo, you and Fishlegs."

"Thank Thor!" they heard someone say, prompting them all to look over. On the other side of the Hall the secondary storeroom doors are opened and all of the kids came flooding out, all the parents rushing over and hugging their little ones. Many looks of relief spread across their faces as one fear is taken away from them as their offspring are safe. Some of the kids crying in relief upon being reunited with their parents and even some adults nearly shedding theirs of their own. That was one worry off their backs, and a major one to boot.

"Good, the kids are safe," Spitelout blew a sigh of relief.

"Lads!" another voice called out, prompting them to look over and seeing Gobber hobbling over. Thankfully the blacksmith still had his wooden leg but didn't have his attachment for his arm. "Am I glad to see you all," he responded, coming over and stopping at their side.

"Gobber!" Fishlegs called out in relief. "It's good to see you too, safe and sound."

Now that the situation inside was under control Spitelout took that as the chance to speak to the two teens. "It's a good thing you two came when you did…although how you two got in here also comes into question."

"And judging by how no one is alerted outside you all managed to sneak in," Gobber interjected as he looked them over. "Where are the others?"

"Well, you can thank Hiccup for all this," Snotlout responded back.

"Hiccup?" Gobber asked back in surprise, other Vikings who were close enough turned and listened upon hearing that.

"Yeah, Hiccup was the only one who wasn't captured by the Berserkers or Outcasts," Fishlegs started to explain everything to everyone but only looked at Gobber the whole time. "He hid out in the forest until we came back. He flagged us down before we landed in the village and explained everything to us…Everything you've seen so far is his plan right now."

A small silence overtook everyone as small murmurs took over, all of them surprised that their heir managed to elude the enemy and orchestrate a plan to save them all. Many knew that Hiccup wasn't a normal Viking, but hearing that he managed to survive without being caught stunned them, and not only that but orchestrated a rescue? Whatever respect they had for Hiccup only went up a notch as he keeps on surprising them big time with his actions. Eventually a joyous laugh could be heard from Gobber, who found amusement of the situation. "The lad is always pulling off the impossible."

"And it would make sense how you two knew about the hidden entrance in here," Spitelout then responded next. Some of the villagers looking at the elder Jorgenson in surprise upon hearing that.

Snotlout couldn't help but do a double take at that as it caught him off guard, "Wait… you knew about the back entrance as well?"

The older male shrugged, "Being related to the chief's family has its perks."

"And you didn't tell me about it?!" the burly teen asked, not believing his father wouldn't share something like that with him at all. It now made him wonder what other secrets his old man is keeping too.

"I don't think this is the time for that," Gobber brought up as he changed the subject, which thankfully everyone went along with. "What was the rest of Hiccup's plan?"

Snotlout was about to protest again but Fishlegs interrupted, "Well the Twins are supposed to free the dragons and have them cause havoc first. We were in charge of freeing you all so you can aid in on the plan."

"That'll be hard as despite what we got off the Berserkers we don't have that many weapons," Spitelout then interjected, finding the plan a bit complicated.

"We got that covered," Snotlout then said, catching their attention again. "We brought some more weapons; it may not be a lot but it's something." He then motioned for Fishlegs, and the both of them headed into the back room and came back with the bags and barrels of weapons, everyone's eyes widening in relief upon seeing them as all careful moved to claim a weapon for themselves.

"Very good lads!" Gobber commented as a good portion of everyone is getting armed. "We'll be able to stand a better chance now thanks to you two."

"Thanks, it was no problem," Fishlegs smiled, feeling good about the praise, but is also glad that things are going their way, as it quelled all the worries he felt.

"We should try and attack from two sides, sneak up on them like they did with us," Spitelout then said, getting nods from everyone else.

"How are you going to do that?" Snotlout then asked in curiosity.

"Simple," His father responded and looked around to everyone. "Those of you who are armed get ready to fight! Some of you stay here and defend the kids, I also need a portion of you to follow me, we're going out through the back entrance and circling around the Great Hall!"

"We're going to take back our home and drive these Berserkers and Outcasts out of it!" Gobber joined in, trying to rally everyone that is ready to fight. "No one messes with the Hooligan Tribe and gets away with it, lets show them who they are truly messing with!"

"Yeah!" everyone present shouted out in support, showing the fire that has been burning down deep in within them ever since getting ambushed. They were all ready to get some payback.

"Boyo, you and Fishlegs come along, we'll need support from your dragons," Spitelout called out as a good chunk of Vikings then started to head for the secret entrance.

"Alright dad," Snotlout nodded as he and Fishlegs followed right behind, knowing the next few minutes will be crucial.

A/N: Hope you like, I know many of you were anticipating Hiccup and Dagur in this chapter and I apologize for it. That encounter needs to be good and worth the build up. Hopefully it is. I thank you all for waiting and i'll try not to take long again. But at least here's some good news, i'm out of school for good. Meaning no more assignments, or tests, I got a huge chunk of my time back, so I can dedicate to writing. I'm almost done with the next chapter and i'll try and get in touch with my beta reader to get to the chapter so I can have it out promptly. The next chapter will be the climax to the fight, and I hope it was worth the wait and you all enjoy it. Till next time.