A/N: This is a story I'm currently working on Wattpad and thought I'd post it on this platform too. Just a heads up, this story is both dark and a crossover with Httyd and Raya and the Last Dragon. Graphic scenes will be in this story, just so you're aware.

(Hiccup's pov)

Cold.

That was all I could feel.

Blistering, cruel cold encapsulated my entire body.

It felt as if I was sinking to the darkest depths of the North Sea, while also being ruthlessly stabbed by trillions of small knives. I was by no means a stranger to the cold, but this... this was a much different sensation of the word.

Suddenly, a strong gust of freezing wind swept past me, I shivered and lifted myself off of the ground, much to my surprise and confusion.

I could've sworn I was hit with a blast of ice from Drago's Bewilderbeast, a blast that should've killed me.

Lifting my head, I laid eyes on a flock of Scuttleclaw dragons, the same ones the gang and I rode to get back to Berk once my mother's Bewilderbeast had fallen at the Dragon Sanctuary.

Wait a minute, how... how long have I been in that ice?

As I take my surroundings, I release a shaky breath as I lay eyes on my home, only now it's nothing but a graveyard; rotted corpses are littered everywhere, the ground is either scorched or covered in Bewilderbeast ice, and everything is just... ravaged. No signs of life anywhere, and all that filled my ears were either the winds or the concerned warbles of the gang of Scuttleclaws nuzzling into me, giving me some pleasant warmth from their bodies. Gently pushing some of the baby dragons away so that I could get up, I grunted as managed to get on two legs and stand up straight.

"Astrid!"

I call out, but I'm met with silence.

"Mom!"

Again, silence.

"Gobber!"

Nothing.

"Anybody!!"

Fear and panic race through my veins as I rush to the village square, though it's challenging because Bewilderbeast ice is sticking around everywhere and blocking my path. Thankfully I finally made it to the square and I'm greeted by the fetid stench of decaying corpses, and judging by the smell, these corpses have been rotting for months.

I saw the corpses of men, women, elderly, and children strung up to the dragon figureheads built on top of the doorpost of the huts, the bodies of Berk's warriors were littered in every direction and were all horrifically mutilated, dismembered, or disemboweled. Crows were everywhere; feasting on the decaying flesh and innards without a care, they picked out eyeballs from sockets, pecked at the flesh beneath the charred surface, or they ripped out their tongues it didn't matter to them.

Bile climbed up my throat and I quickly turned around and emptied my stomach violently, it was bad enough to lay eyes on such carnage and death, but the smell made things worse. Coughing violently, I lay eyes on Gothi's hut, the woman was not only our healer but a seer as well, perhaps I could see what happened here with my own eyes.

The baby Scuttleclaws were not far from my side, though they were babies and hardly listen to anyone, they seemed to understand the gravity of the situation and gave me respectable distance for the time being.

As I ascend the flight of stairs leading to Gothi's hut, I enter the structure and find it empty. I then take jars and bottles of ingredients to make a potion to help me see things the way a seer would see things. Making the potion was nothing too difficult, all it took was mixing the ingredients in a bowl, place them over a fire, and inhale the smoke that emanated from the bowl.

The moment I inhaled the smoke, I could hear screams of horror and death filling my ears, and it threatened to make me deaf. Rushing outside the hut, I laid eyes on Drago's Bewilderbeast wreaking mayhem on the village; destroying anything and anyone in its path with its ice or taking command of our dragons and using them against us. To make matters worse, that madman's flotilla arrived shortly after I was sealed in ice. As the enemy flotilla rained fire down on Berk, I could see foreign warriors storm my home in force as they faced our warriors and dragons that were strong enough to resist the evil Bewilderbeast's control. The Hairy Hooligans put up an outstanding fight; managing to destroy several of Drago's warships with catapults, ballistas, even our dragon riders were able to send several enemy ships to the bottom of the sea.

Everybody put up an outstanding fight... however, Berk did not triumph against this enemy, not by a long shot. Drago's army... they were just larger, more prepared, more deadly, and clearly, they emerged victorious here and took everything of value here.

Now, I was left alone with the dead. Drago and his army were long gone. And I had a sickening feeling in my gut that everybody else I held close to my heart was put to the sword as well.

I then decided to head to the Great Hall and see what else I would find, my stomach churned unpleasantly, I had an inkling what I would find would threaten to render me asunder. As I descended the stairs leading to Gothi's hut, I had acquired a thick bear fur cloak and draped it around my shoulders to keep myself warm for the time being. The baby Scuttleclaws followed me as I made my way to the Great Hall, the steps leading to the structure were littered with bodies as well, I laid eyes on crows fighting over an eyeball one of them had just picked out of the fallen warriors. The sight was unsettling, knowing that these people I once knew were now nothing more than a feast for crows.

Finally reaching the doors to the Hall, I steel my nerves and push them open and what I lay eyes on makes me fall to my knees and wail out in despair.

Hanging from the support beams from the roof were the gang— Fishlegs, Snoutlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and... A-Astrid. Not only them but my mother, Gobber, and Eret Son of Eret.

Raising my head from the ground was difficult, the howling winds outside didn't compare to my wails of despair and loss as I once again laid eyes on the corpses of those I loved, after some time, I then make my way inside the structure and ignore the corpses of the gangs dismembered, slain dragons and make my way straight to Astrid.

The love of my life, my betrothed was dead. Her porcelain skin was deathly pale, blood-stained her clothing as well as face, and her blond hair was a mess.

Looking for something I could use to cut her down, I spotted her battle axe on the ground, the one I had made for her during a time when her family couldn't afford to purchase her a weapon. With that axe, I found the rope held Astrid dangling from the roof and cut her down. As her body fell with a sickening splat, tears uncontrollably streamed down my cheeks as the axe in my hands slipped from my grasp and I made my way to the woman I loved with all my heart. Kneeling before her, I take Astrid's corpse in my arms and as I continue to sob miserably, I could see everything that happened to her before she met her end.

She had fought to her heart's consent; slaying foreign warriors and proving to the enemy that she was not to be trifled with, but her prowess as a warrior wasn't enough to save her life. I saw Drago have his men disarm her, and subject to her ruthless beatings until she was in no position to fight back or defend herself. The man who took my world from me then had her stripped of her clothing and presented her to his men like... a piece of meat.

"By the gods..."

"Why are you cowering, girl? Give us a show!"

Someone whistled, "Do all female dragon riders sport a backside like that?"

"Hey, that was the future Chieftess of Berk, show some respect, mate!" Sarcasm rang heavy in his voice.

"Gods, Stoick's boy is a lucky one."

"I think you mean we're the lucky ones!"

I could hear Drago's men as they stared at Astrid's nudity like ravenous wolves lurking in the bushes and ready to pounce on their prey.

If that wasn't bad enough, Drago had the dragons who resisted his Bewilderbeast's control rounded up and chained, cuffed, and heavily muzzled and had his men put them to death while forcing their respective riders to watch as their dragons were horrifically murdered, mutilated, and disemboweled by Drago's men.

I could see Astrid nearly doubling over as a sickening wail from her dragon rang through her ears, as well as my own; since I was witnessing what she had to live through. I saw her turned to Stormfly, there were several foreign Dragon Hunters with long spears jabbing into Stormfly's sides, pulling them away to reveal points coated in shimmery blood.

"NO!" Astrid would wail out, her state of indecency forgotten in the fear of her dragon being tortured. "LEAVE HER ALONE!"

Astrid lunged forward, only for a hand to catch a fistful of her beautiful hair, yanking her backward as she fell to the stone-cold ground. She yelped upon impact, her head taking most of the brunt, making the scene playing out before her even harder to make out since this is as transpiring in the darkening evening.

It wasn't just Astrid who had to live through this, I could see the rest of my friends were forced to watch their dragons being slain without pity or mercy while being bound and held down by strong warriors. The sight was sickening to see, Drago and those who follow him are cruelty itself; they belittle human life as well as the lives of dragons.

"NO! Get away from me!"

I could then hear Astrid snarl out before she was roughly pinned on her back.

One of Drago's men, a dragon flyer, straddled her chest, forcing her bound arms to her front and holding a fistful of her hair to the ground. Rendering her motionless. Unable to see his face through the darkness and the helmet he wore, the only thing my betrothed could make out was his voice.

"Don't worry about your precious dragon," He mused, freehand fiddling with his trousers. "How about you ride this one?"

Oh gods, no!

Astrid's screams or terror tore my heart in two as I saw this flyer brandish his half-erect cock until it fell in her face. Wincing in disgust, Astrid tried turning her head to avoid it, the hand in her hair restricting her. The flyer grabbed his appendage, slapping it against her cheek a few times as she fought the urge to throw up. It was then she became painfully aware of the rest of her body, the hands elsewhere never ceasing. With the flyer straddling her, she had no idea who they were, or even how many there were. Another one of Drago's men was palming the space between her legs.

She choked on air as she felt a finger probe at her slit, before forcing its way inside of her.

N-No.

Astrid was raped and violated against her will and Drago stood in the background and watched with an amused look on his face. But that doesn't mean the madman didn't stand idle and do nothing, he tormented my mother. I could see that Drago flayed Cloudjumper's scales off his bones with pride and I could see him raping my mother to within an inch of her life.

Red filled my vision, anger burned hot in my chest, and fire burned through my veins as I bore witness to the woman who birthed me and I had recently reunited with was forced to suffer this cruel fate.

As I continued to see Astrid being raped ruthlessly, through her eyes, I saw Ruffnut and many of the women present inside the Great Hall being raped to slake the thirst of carnal needs, Drago must've deprived his men of whoring throughout the years. It was a frenzy as almost every man under Drago's command violated the women of Berk; spitting on their honor, mocking them, and belittling them.

After seeing Drago's men having their fill of carnal desires, they then prepare nooses for Astrid and the rest of those I held to close my heart. I could see that the fight in Astrid's eyes extinguished, she was ready to die, and that hit me hard. No doubt she that I had perished by Drago's Bewilderbeast and she believed that there was no point in living. I don't blame her, I remember what felt like a lifetime ago back at Dragons Edge when we were growing closer than friends that Astrid said she can't imagine a world without me in it, but not before I told her that first.

Astrid embraced her fate and as I saw Drago's men wrapping and tightening the noose around her neck, she merely closed her eyes and accepted her death.

Having seen enough, I release a shaky breath as bile climbed up my throat again. However, I swallow down hard and calm my stomach down and embrace Astrid close while sobbing in her hair. "Oh, Milady, I'm so sorry you had to suffer the way you did," I held my deceased betrothed as close as I could while I continued to murmur out. "I promise I will avenge your honor and your life. I will avenge everyone that madman and his followers killed, you have my word." Not caring that Astrid had been dead for months, I kissed her forehead and set her down on the ground, and continue to weep bitterly.

The sympathetic whimpers and purrs of the baby Scuttleclaws filled my ears as they carefully approached me, I patted it caressed any of them that came close while hardly believing that any of this was real, I still wanted to believe that this was some terrible nightmare.

But it was no nightmare. This was real.

I had entered my own personal Ragnarök; my world and future here on Berk was over. The gods have forsaken my people and allowed us to be slaughtered like sheep.

Wiping away the tears staining my cheeks, I got to work on cutting down everybody I held close to my heart and prepared to send them on their way to Valhalla through a proper Viking funeral. It was a very hard, emotional task to perform since I could see what they all endured the moment I was sealed in ice. Everything my friends went through was horrific, and they were deprived of the death of a warrior, but it brought some small amount of comfort that they fell from this world fighting whenever they could.

But that didn't matter now.

Cutting my loved ones down was a painful task, but a necessary one. They deserved to be put to rest after enduring unspeakable atrocities.

I know if fate played out differently and if I was the only one to fall from this world, they would do the same thing for me.