I would like to apologize for the extremely long wait, guys. College began only a few weeks ago, and I was unable to get to work on this chapter right away as I had wanted to. However, I was able to devote my weekends to working on it, but because this chapter was a long one to write, it took quite a while to finish.

Regardless, I am glad to be back with another chapter, so I hope you guys enjoy!

If there was anything Hiccup knew, it was that fighting an aggressive giant was never a good idea.

Giants are known to be one of the strongest races of the nine worlds, coming in different forms such as stone, frost, and fire, or simply just normal giants, and sometimes, they are referred to as a jötunn or as jötnar.

Their statures are also unique. Most giants are twice as tall as votun - whom were already quite large, whilst very few are able to rival the size of mountains.

Thankfully for young vikings, the giant they flew down to engage was nowhere near the size of a mountain, though he was still towering nonetheless. Compared to Hiccup however, the young viking was merely the length of his fingers.

In other words, their foe was not at all to be messed with.

As the giant continued his advance on the nest, the dragons from all around fled at the sight of him. Most flew for the cave leading into the mountain, while others flew up towards the high cliffs of the mountain.

But only six dared to stand against him…

With the storm dragon alpha at their side, Toothless, Stormfly, Hookfang, Meatlug, and Barf and Belch landed before the giant with an aggressive landing - as swift as a falling meteor.

They gave off growling looks at the bald, pale jötunn who wore nothing but a very large loincloth, and yet the brute merely laughed at them.

He did not fear them.

"Heh? What this?" he asked with an unintelligent dialect. "Fleshy winged things want to fight me? Me will crush you like egg!"

"Oh well would you like at that - it can talk. Amazing," replied Hiccup sarcastically.

"Pfft, pleeease," replied Tuffnut. "What's it gonna do to us? Burp in our faces? This thing isn't even-"

Almost immediately, the giant gave off an unexpected answer, and from his mouth he let out a vile and disgusting belch that filled everyone's nostrils with a putrid scent, to which everyone quickly covered their noses and gave off hacked coughs.

It was disgusting.

"Hah! Me very funny," chuckled the giant in a bellowing voice, yet clearly the others did not take it the same way.

"He's worse than your dragon, Fish!" coughed Snotlout, to which Meatlug looked up at him with a light growl.

"At least I wash myself," the dragon replied in Dragonese.

"Look, can we not right now?" replied Hiccup, glaring up at the giant. "Our focus is the giant, so let's keep it that way!"

"Hehe! You no stand chance, little bugs!" the jötunn roared, tightening both of his large hands into fists. "Me will enjoy squishing you! Me will kill you!"

"How about you fight already instead of talking stupid!" loudly growled Velthora. "This will be the last time you harm any of my children, or crush any of my eggs that still hold them! Today, it ends!"

"We see!" grunted the giant as it took a step back, preparing to charge the smaller figures. "Get ready for smashy time!"

That was their queue. The giant immediately charged them almost full speed, aiming to brutally beat down the riders and their dragons to bits, including Velthora.

But they had already seen it coming.

"UP! UP!" called out Hiccup.

The young vikings without question maneuvered their dragons to fly upwards. But as they flew up, they looked back down and saw that Velthora did not follow. Instead, she engaged the giant head on.

The two combatants met face to face. Velthora threw herself on top of the giant, knocking him onto his back as she started to bite and scratch at him whilst he struggled to throw her off. Though she was not as big as the jötunn, she was still considered a large foe to him.

"GRAH! GET OFF ME, WING-THING!" roared the jötunn as he began punching his giant-sized fists into Velthora, aiming for the head, the neck, or whatever he could get his hands on - but the storm dragon alpha still held her ground as she fought.

The dragon riders meanwhile from up above were witnessing the whole fight, watching as the two large figures threw hit after hit at one another.

"We can't just let that thing beat her down!" called out Snotlout. "Let's blow 'em up!"

Arn, who sat behind Hiccup, shook his head in disagreement. "And risk injuring Velthora? That won't work! We need to think of something else before we-"

"Don't engage!" immediately responded Hiccup. "Not yet…"

Everyone's eyes suddenly locked onto Hiccup, as they all replied in surprised unison, "What?"

"You heard me," added Hiccup. "We can't attack that giant while it's busy focusing on Velthora. We might hit her without even hitting the giant at all. When he's exposed, then we'll charge in and attack him!"

"Uhh, Hiccup? Would now be a good time?" questioned Fishlegs, pointing a finger down towards the fight down below.

The young chieftain spun back to face the dragon and the giant, only for his eyes to suddenly widen.

He saw as Velthora with a swift and powerful throw was hurled back by the jötunn. The towering giant managed to get his hands around the dragon, enough to where he could mightily yet unexpectedly throw her down to the ground.

This separated the two combatants... But also left the giant vulnerable and exposed for attack.

Hiccup quickly looked back at the other riders and motioned with his hand to fly their dragons full speed ahead.

"GO GO GO! CHARGE IN!" he immediately shouted as he and the riders maneuvered their dragons to fly down towards the jötunn advancing on the downed alpha, and as they bolted towards the giant, Toothless and the other dragons lit their mouths up with flames, ready to fire all they had at the brute.

"Hah! Foolish little winged thing!" laughed the jötunn, looming over Velthora who laid on her side, attempting to regather her strength. "You fail to beat me, and now me win! Me will crush you like how me smash small eggs! Me will- GRAGH!"

The giant screamed out in a sudden burst of pain as a blast of fire hit the back of his head, and as Velthora looked up, she saw the young vikings and their dragons dive bombing towards the giant, ready to take the reins of the fight.

"I think you forgot about us, big buddy!" called out Astrid, taunting the already angry jötunn with a rude gesture. "Let me help you with that burn!"

Before the giant even knew it however, the shieldmaiden out of nowhere conjured up fire in her right hand, and in the form of a fireball, she launched her spell straight towards the large brute.

Surprisingly, her aim was extremely accurate as her spell managed to hit the jötunn right below his left eye, and as it bursted upon impact, the sparks from the flames flew across his face like dust.

And then, into his eye.

"GRAAAAAAGH!" screamed the giant. "ME CAN'T SEE! OW, LEFT EYE! OWW!"

With the giant distracted, Velthora took the opportunity and stood on all fours, swiftly flying off towards a safer distance away from the giant where she could recover from being bashed and beaten.

"Fight on without me!" the storm dragon called out. "I can't take him on like this…"

This was their chance. Hiccup immediately unsheathed his sword, holding it tightly in his left hand, and with a snap of his fingers he conjured up fire in the other like a candle, and poked at the tip of his weapon, setting the blade aflame.

The young viking and his Night Fury suddenly bolted forward ahead of the group, maneuvering towards the side of the giant - and as they neared their large opponent, Hiccup raised his blade up to his shoulder and prepared for a heavy swing.

SLASH!

What followed was the sound of a sword finding its mark. As Hiccup flew past the giant, he struck his sword into the side of the brute's left arm, making a deep and long wound whilst also causing further pain for him as he still struggled with the pain in his eye.

Arn, who still rode behind Hiccup, gave a chuckle. "Nice one, Hiccup!"

And soon, the rest of the riders would follow their chieftain's lead as they equipped their weapons in hand and made their own attacks at the giant upon passing by him.

Astrid made a decisive hack with her axe into the giant's right shoulder. Fishlegs aimed for the face and gave a mighty bash with his hammer. Snotlout sliced and diced his sword across the exposed side of the jötunn's chest, leaving painful cuts. And the Twins with their spears stabbed and poked where they could reach, and soon, the giant was left bellowing in anger as he recovered his sight.

"FLESHY HUMANS THINK THEY BEAT ME!?" shouted the giant who was now boiling in deep anger. "YOU PAY! ME KILL YOU!"

"Don't count on it, big man!" called out Hiccup as he and the others landed their dragons a safe distance behind the giant, and rather than continuing the fight in the air, the young vikings dismounted their winged companions and readied themselves for the jötunn, whose anger was nearing a new peak.

Eventually, the pain in the giant's left eye wore off, allowing for him to at last shift his focus with both intimidating eyes towards his foes.

"Oh boy, nooow he looks mad," commented Fishlegs as he backed up several footsteps, keeping his hammer pointed at the giant. "I don't even know if this is going to end well or not."

Astrid rolled her eyes with a sigh as she looked back at him. "Fishlegs, have you forgotten who we are?" she asked as she raised the blade of her axe to her shoulder, and almost immediately, her weapon lit up with a magical enchantment of fire.

One by one, Fishlegs and the Twins repeated what Astrid did, lighting their weapons aflame in preparation for the giant who was already advancing on them.

"Everyone stay back. Let me go first," said Hiccup, receiving nods from the others.

He then looked back at his dragon, and motioned with his hand for him to follow. "Let's go bud."

Toothless grinned, detracting his teeth. "Thought you'd never ask."

The two immediately ran full speed ahead towards the oncoming jötunn, knowing that one way or another, they had to make the first blow. One mistake, and that was it, both for them and possibly the rest of their group. They had to make this count.

Soon, both Hiccup and Toothless, as well as the jötunn, stood face to face. The grip on the young viking's fiery blade tightened in his left hand as he glared up at the giant, who was by then so tensed with anger, that he could snap and go into a rage at any moment.

"YOU…" the large being bellowed. "YOU THINK YOU BEAT ME? YOU NEVER BEAT ME! NEVER WILL! YOU DIE! YOU LOSE!"

"I don't know," snickered Hiccup. "Judging by all those marks and cuts across your arms and chest, you seem to be the one getting beaten up. And if you look at us, you can clearly see-"

"OH SHUT UUUP!" the jötunn interrupted. "YOU WANT REAL FIGHT!? ME GIVE YOU REAL FIGHT!"

The giant took a step forward and immediately made his first move. His hulking right hand tightened into a fist as he aimed to bring it down onto Hiccup and Toothless like a large club.

But as he attempted to land his hit, both the rider and his dragon swiftly leaped backwards just in time for them to dodge the giant's attack, and before he could lift his fist and make another move, Hiccup and Toothless retaliated.

The young chieftain quickly ran forward towards the large fist, and with two swift attacks, Hiccup struck two small but searing cuts across the giant's hand. This in turn made the jötunn enraged, but before he could even make another attack on the lad, Toothless charged up a quick yet strong plasma blast and launched it straight for the giant's chest.

The impact of the blast caused an explosion that sent smoke flying into his face, as well as sparks striking across his chest. It was powerful enough to nearly stumble back the large combatant onto his back, but unfortunately he still stood his ground.

However, his footing became slightly unbalanced, and this gave Astrid and the rest of the group along with their dragons an opportunity to rush forward and join the fight.

Hiccup's face spun back around towards his friends, and shouted, "Everyone! Charge in!"

The group didn't hesitate. With their dragons at their side, the vikings began to charge into the fray to meet the giant head-on, and as well as to assist their leader, yet as Hiccup's attention turned back to the giant, he saw that the brute had just about recovered from Toothless's plasma blast, and was ready for round two.

The giant straightened out his posture and glared back down at Hiccup with red beady eyes, and after not even a moment, he rushed towards the young chieftain and his dragon, raising his left hand up to bring it and swat away the two small figures as if swatting at a mosquito.

Hiccup screamed, "Look out!" as the giant's open hand came crashing down and around towards both him and Toothless, but with a quick enough reaction, the two managed to dodge just in time for the attack to miss.

Hiccup laid on his front as the giant's hand passed over him like a preying eagle, but even as he stood to his feet, the jötunn immediately continued with another fist aimed towards the two combatants.

Again, the viking and the dragon successfully dodged the jötunn's strike as his fist crashed into the ground like a falling boulder. But as he stepped back and prepared for another aggressive swing...

"Stormfly, spineshot!"

Astrid suddenly called out for her dragon to attack, and from the Nadder's tail, spines flew out towards the giant, and one by one they impaled into the brute's right shoulder like a dozen flying needles, causing him to roar in anger.

"GRAAAAGH!"

Hiccup's head spun back to face the rest of the group running to rally up with him. With their weapons in hand and their dragons ready for a brawl, there was no doubt that the fight was about to intensify.

To this, Hiccup motioned them onwards, and the group gladly followed on with their chieftain.

The giant watched with surprised eyes as the rest of the young vikings and their dragons began charging towards him, but at the same time he gave a wicked grin. After all, that meant more enemies for him to bash in and smash.

Now the true fight began.

Like when fighting the orcs, Hiccup played it smarter rather than attempting to use brute force. He knew he was the center of attention to the jötunn, so instead of going on the offensive, he fought defensively whilst keeping watch of the giant's attacks. The young viking dodged, leaped, countered, and did whatever he could to make sure the giant did not hit him.

At the same time however, the giant had to deal with the riderless dragons that were flying around from afar, breathing out their flames at him as a means of distraction.

But that did not stop him.

At one point, the jötunn's left fist landed crash down in front of Hiccup, to which the young chieftain then took his fiery blade and stabbed as deep as he could into the hulking hand before pulling it out as swiftly and as strong as he could.

For the giant, it was agonizingly painful.

"AAAAGH! MY HAND!"

Compared to Hiccup's last attacks which felt like stings for the brute, that single stab felt like a knife digging into him.

The giant in response brought his left hand back and prepared to make a counterattack. But before he could, he felt something lob into the side of his right foot.

"GRA- OUCH!"

Whilst the giant was focused on Hiccup, Astrid had managed to sneak up to the brute and make her mark. She hacked her axe into the giant's foot, chopping and swinging at it over and over as if it were a tree, but at the same time, she managed to grab his attention.

The giant turned his gaze from Hiccup and onto Astrid, who began to back up.

"GRR... YOU PAY FOR THAT!" yelled out the giant.

"Oh Freya," she gulped.

Almost immediately, the jötunn lifted his foot up and prepared to stomp down on Astrid and crush her, but at the very last second, the shieldmaiden let out a sharp whistle and raised her arm straight up, and as the giant brought his foot down…

He felt only the ground hit against the face of his foot. "WHAT!?"

In the mere nick of time, Stormfly had swooped down with haste and successfully managed to grab ahold of Astrid and save her from being brutally crushed by the giant.

However, the giant refused for the shieldmaiden to fly off like that after slicing a grievous wound in the side of his foot, thus he began reaching one of his hands up towards the young viking and her Nadder in an attempt to grab them before they could get away, and as his hand closed in on them...

An immediate stinging pain suddenly filled the giant's hand reaching for them, causing an angry yelp to escape his mouth.

But as he looked at the back of his hand, he noticed that there was a flame-lit spear impaled into it.

"Good job, idiot! You wasted your spear!" angrily spoke Ruffnut.

"Well it worked, didn't it?" asked Tuffnut. "There's no way that giant's gonna notice who it was. I say I'm a genius for doing tha-"

It was then that Tuffnut's words suddenly to a halt as the sound of something landing right near him caught his attention. Specifically, the sound of his weapon landing impaled into the ground. Even though the giant was nearly brainless, he was not stupid enough to realize who threw the spear.

They both looked up at the oncoming giant with intimidated looks as they figured that they had possibly just screwed up... were it not for a certain Barf and Belch, who responded to the giant advancing on their riders with a fiery surprise.

The two-headed dragon dive-bombed at the giant from the side as Barf and Belch lit their own body aflame and became a literal diving wheel of fire - falling down towards the giant like a boulder launched from a catapult.

Upon hitting the giant, an explosion of bright fire bursted across his body like wildfire, but at the same time, the impact managed to cause the brute to fall down onto his back.

...Down onto where Arn stood.

The young viking hastily began backing up as the giant slowly came crashing down, but seeing that he would not make it, Arn quickly bolted to the side and rolled out of the way just in the nick of time, saving himself from a brutal and crushing death by the jötunn.

Arn fell to his knees, breathing heavily from the suspense as a cloud of dust surrounded him as a result of the giant's fall. His hand held onto the hilt of his blade as he furiously stabbed his weapon the ground.

Ruffnut's eyes were widened with amusement and shock. "That… was…"

"Awesome!" replied Tuffnut. "Let's do that again!"

"Grr… Are you crazy!?" angrily shouted Arn as he stood to his feet, picking up his sword. "Your dragon sent that jötunn falling on top of me! I could have died there and then! I-!"

"Take it easy, Arn," interrupted Hiccup. "What matters for you is that you made it out alive, and as long as that giant's down, he shouldn't bother us anymore. I think we can say that he's-"

"GRAAAAAAGH!"

Everyone's faces suddenly went pale as the startling roar from the giant caught their attention, and before they knew it, the towering figure slowly began to get back up.

"GET BACK!" called out Hiccup as he for gestured Arn to get moving. "Toothless, get by my side!"

"Oh boy," said Tuffnut as he picked up his spear. "This is gonna be lit!"

Immediately the vikings started running to a safer distance, and the dragons began to fly down to their riders; rallying together as the jötunn stood back up on his feet.

But rather than making a sudden move, the giant just stood there, glaring angrier than ever at the young vikings, whom were all grouped up with their weapons pointed forward and their dragons by their sides.

They saw now how cut up and burnt the giant was from all of their attacks. His hands bled, and his face was charred from smoke and dragon fire, yet the expression he gave showed that he was sick of dealing with them.

"YOU!" he bellowed. "YOU CUT ME WITH STABBY THINGS! YOU BURN ME WITH STUPID LIZARDS! ME NO HAVE TIME FOR THIS! NEST, IS, MINE!"

With that, the giant turned his back to the riders, and began running towards the mountain behind him. Towards the storm dragons' nest.

"We can't let him reach the nest! AFTER HIM!" shouted Hiccup.

The riders immediately mounted their dragons without a word, and swiftly flew off after the rampaging jötunn. Hiccup knew that should the giant reach the nest, the damage he could cause could kill more storm dragons than he had killed before.

Hiccup looked over to the others, and called out to them, "Cut him off! Block his way into the nest!"

As ordered, all of the riders quickly maneuvered their dragons to fly around the jötunn who was closing in on the cave leading into the mountain, but as he came close, he found himself confronted by the dragons and their riders, blocking his way forward.

Toothless fired a warning shot at the giant, hitting him square in the face and telling him to back off, but the giant merely roared out in full-on anger. After everything the young vikings did to him, he could not hold it, and soon he began yelling out insults and curses - yet his poor dialect almost made it seem like all the more of a reason to laugh.

"STOOPID STOOPID WINGY THINGS AND FLESHY HUMANS!" bellowed the giant. "YOU KEEP WASTING TIME! YOU NOW DID IT FOR THE LAST TIME. ME GOING TO STOMP YOUR FACES IN 'TILL YOU PILE OF BONES. ME GOING TO…"

As the giant continued rambling on however, Hiccup saw the opportunity to make a quick but sketchy plan whilst he was not listening.

"We'll need to draw him away," said Hiccup, speaking over the jötunn. "But we'll need someone to distract him. Are any of you guys willing to-"

"Say no more," interrupted Snotlout, grabbing everyone's eyes onto him. "I'll handle this."

"Wait- are you sure?" asked Hiccup. "I still need to explain what we have to do to-"

Snotlout ignored Hiccup's question however, and maneuvered his dragon Hookfang to descend to the ground, and upon landing, Snotlout swiftly dismounted off his dragon's back before signaling for him to fly back up to the others. That left the young viking alone by himself down below, yet surprisingly, the giant was still rambling.

"ME GOING TO BREAK BONES! MAKE HANDS AND FEET BROKEN! SMASH YOU TO-!"

Immediately the jötunn found himself cut off as something hit the corner of his eye. He yelped as he felt a familiar stinging sensation, and as he looked down, he saw a small lone figure - throwing rocks at him whilst also making rude gestures.

"Hey, thick-head!" called out Snotlout. "You think you're so tough!? I bet even a goblin could take on that ugly face of yours!"

"UGLY FACE!?" screamed the giant. "HOW DARE!"

"I dare alright!" laughed Snotlout. "You wanna stomp on me?! Try and catch me, then!"

"GRAAAAAAGH!"

The giant began to heavily advance on Snotlout. With the plan now in motion, Snotlout did what he could do best in that moment, and got moving...

But the young Jorgenson started running TOWARDS the giant rather than away from it. To this, Hiccup was confused yet also shocked.

"Snotlout, what are you doing!?" questioned Hiccup. "You're supposed to lead it away, not fight it!"

"No! Trust me, Hiccup, I know what I'm doing!" called back Snotlout who soon engaged the giant - starting with a stab to his left gigantic-sized foot, but the giant was having none of it.

"Gah! Not again! NOT AGAIN!" roared the jötunn as he raised his left foot and attempted to stomp down on the young viking, but Snotlout quickly reacted and dodged out of the way.

The giant slammed his left foot into the ground, missing his attack, and Snotlout meanwhile had managed to get behind his right foot, so again, he made his move. This time, he slashed his sword heavily across the heel of the giant, and the giant bellowed out in pain.

Snotlout again got moving as he still had the attention of the giant drawn onto him, but it was by this point that Hiccup knew what the Jorgenson was trying to do.

If they could do enough damage to the giant whilst his attention was focused on Snotlout, then they could knock him off balance and onto his back, to which they could then finish him off and be rid of him.

Hiccup smirked, finding the idea well formulated.

"Everyone, get in there! We must help out Snotlout!"

Hiccup and Toothless were the first ones to rush ahead towards Snotlout, and quickly the other riders followed and flew their dragons toward the jötunn.

...Yet as they engaged the giant, EVERYTHING turned upside down, away from their favor.

Hiccup noticed that even though their dragons were doing all they could against the giant, it seemed as if the brute was ignoring the pain from their fire. At this point, the jötunn did not care a single bit, and the group soon realized that their plan was quickly falling apart.

"What the Hel is going on here!?" asked Astrid in shock. "Our dragons' attacks aren't doing anything to him!"

"Hit the giant harder!" called out Arn.

"My dragon's doing everything she can! It's not working!" replied Fishlegs.

Everything seemed to be quickly going downhill. What started out as a good plan quickly became a failed ploy, and before anyone knew it, the giant had his hands around Snotlout.

The jötunn had managed to reach his right hand down to grab ahold of the young viking who attempted to climb up his ankle, and the sight of this made everyone's stomachs sink with suspense.

"SNOTLOUT!" yelled Hiccup, now tensing up as worry and fear filled his voice.

"Grr… let… me… go!" grunted Snotlout, struggling to escape the clutch of the giant who glared at him intensely with an expression filled with exhaustion, pure rage, and irritation.

"Now you see what happens when you mess with me, hummie!" said the giant, breathing heavily. "Now. You. DIE!"

What followed was something that truly horrified Hiccup and the rest of the gang. The giant raised his hand up, and as if throwing a rock into a river, he aimed towards the base of the mountain and threw Snotlout so hard, that the impact blew a small crater into the mountain and sent the young Jorgenson screaming. But the only sound they heard afterwards was the sound of rocks breaking and crumbling.

And then nothing. Afterwards, all they heard was an eerie, dreadful silence.

"NOOOOO!" screamed Hiccup, with his hand reaching out upon realizing that he was too late to reach Snotlout. "No no no no NO NO NO! IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS! It… can't…!"

"I- I can't believe it," said Astrid. "Is he-?"

"It can't be…" whispered Fishlegs as his voice cracked.

A longer silence followed. The only thing Hiccup and the others saw from where they hovered was the blown in crater, without a sign of Snotlout's broken body. They could not believe it. After all that they worked for, all that they had sacrificed and had done for Berk... they now lose a member of their group? Even now, the riders felt dread take them over as light storm clouds began to roll in overhead, blocking out the sun.

Was this really how it ended for Snotlout?

The giant however, was laughing at the sight of this, and this gave Hiccup even more of a reason to utterly destroy him.

"I don't believe it…" lightly huffed Hookfang, speaking in Dragonese. "I've failed him."

"You see now?" the giant asked them. "This what happen when you stand between me and eggs to smash. Your friend dead, and me win. Now do good thing, and fly away, or be like your friend."

Hiccup sighed, looking down with a broken face. He could not believe it. Snotlout really was dead, wasn't he? And in that moment, despair overtook him to his core. What else could he say or do? He was now lost…

They failed to save Snotlout the same way they could not save his father…

…

But then, something caught their attention.

In the hole where Snotlout laid, a purple spark of light quickly flashed, followed by the sound of a light crackle. At first, none of the young vikings took much note of it, but then another spark of light lit up - this time brighter, and with a ZAP. And then another followed. And then another. And then another.

Soon, everyone's eyes were gazing towards the small blown-in crater. The light started to become even brighter, and as it did, lightning was also beginning to crackle the skies with the sound of thunder booming in the wind. But what they soon realized was that what they were seeing was no mere light, because what they saw next was beyond words.

They saw lightning strike out of the rocky crater. Purple lightning.

Arn's eyes widened. "What's going on…?"

Soon the lightning began to intensify. It struck wildly like a thunderstorm, sending bolts of electricity flying out like a dragon speeding towards their prey, and it did not stop. What Hiccup felt earlier turned into renewed hope, and before he knew it...

"I'm not… done… YET!"

An explosion of lightning bursted out from the crater, widening it out, and from it, Snotlout came flying out; hands and eyes glowing with purple lightning as well as his sword, and of course, his face glared with pure anger.

With his free hand, Snotlout aimed towards the giant, and proceeded charging up the raw power of lightning that was coursing through him as if Thor himself had blessed him, and from his palm, a large and mighty lightning bolt came shooting out towards the giant, landing a straight direct hit on him whilst also making sure that he did not hit his fellow vikings.

"AAAAGH!"

The giant let out an earth-shattering roar as purple electricity ran up and down his body. The lightning bolt was so powerful, it felt as if it were from point-blank range, and it even managed to knock him down on his back with a hard fall.

Everyone's jaws dropped at the sight of this, and as Snotlout made a safe landing down below, he glanced up at the riders and gave them a nod, showing that he was unharmed and alright.

"I knew it!" Arn said to himself, realizing there and then that the sixth Wing of Midgard had come at last.

Snotlout made a safe landing on the ground as he glared at the downed jötunn. He was not done with him yet, and thus he began to run towards his large foe.

The giant breathed heavily as he attempted to stand back up. However, he only managed to get to his knees before noticing Snotlout who was closing in on him.

"YOU THINK YOURSELF SO TOUGH, HUMAN?" bellowed the giant in question. "ME SHOW YOU WHAT HAPPENS WHEN-"

His words came to a halt as the familiar pain of lightning ran down his spine and body. Once again, Snotlout casted a bolt of lightning magic towards the head of the giant, causing further pain as well as preventing him from being able to speak - similar to if a Skrill were to strike someone's head.

"AHGLOGA FWUHFU BUH!" the giant spoke angrily, but only mere gibberish came out of his mouth.

Snotlout came to a halt before the jötunn, and once more, gave rude gestures towards the large brute.

"Hey muttonhead!" he shouted, pointing his sword out in a taunting manner. "I have bad news for you; you failed to kill me!"

"Wanna try again?"

The jötunn merely responded angrily with, "DAIAHHH!" before he began to charge Snotlout, and though the lad did not at all understand what said, he could only assume that the giant screamed, "DIE!"

"Wrong answer, big man!" said Snotlout as he counter-charged the giant.

The two combatants met once more, with the giant making the first strike as he attempted to bring a fist down and around as if swinging a club, but Snotlout was able to quickly maneuver himself out of the way with a forward roll to dodge the jötunn's attack. The young viking then stood up and ran towards the giant's already cut-up left foot and performed a wide swing, cutting a long slice across his man-sized toes.

Enraged, the giant brought his foot back in an attempt to kick away Snotlout and send him flying back, but as he was about to swing it forward, he noticed the lad holding on tightly to his ankle, and slowly, the viking began climbing up his gigantic leg as if it were a tree.

The giant blabbered out, "RWAAH! GEH OUEF MEEEH!" which was his attempt in trying to yell out, "GET OFF ME!" at the Jorgenson.

His hand reached down to grab the small figure, but as Snotlout looked back up at the giant with his glaring and glowing eyes, he raised his hand out, once again charging up his lightning magic before unleashing another bolt of energy at the jötunn's open palm. Though it was not as powerful as his first attack, it was still enough to force the giant to pull his hand back as he yelped out a bellowing, "OUCH!"

Before the giant knew it however, Snotlout was more than half-way up his colossal body. He loosely hung at the side of his waist like a leaf, waiting for an opportunity so that he could continue his way up.

And soon, the momentum came.

As the giant reached out towards Snotlout, the young viking did not strike. Instead, he leaped towards the large right hand, landing with his arms grasped around the wrist. Like a swing he swung himself up, ending atop the giant's hand.

And from there, the tide begun to turn.

He proceeded running up the jötunn's arm as if it were a hill, but the giant attempted to reach with the other hand and crush Snotlout. Again however, the viking merely leaped his way onto the other hand, and continued his way up as if it were nothing.

Eventually, Snotlout would make it up to his shoulder, and it was then that he had to make a decision.

How would he finish off this giant that had been pestering them for long enough? 'Maybe with a gigantic lightning bolt?' he thought to himself.

As he thought about this, the jötunn once more tried reaching out to grab Snotlout, to which the lad quickly reacted by casting another lightning bolt, but not to the giant's hand. Instead, he aimed for the eyes.

The bolt to the jötunn's eyes not only stung immensely, but also blinded him as he covered his eyes from the enormous pain that he felt, thus he could no longer do anything against Snotlout.

Victory was finally in his grasp.

Snotlout proceeded his way up towards the giant's head, climbing to the top, and for a moment, it felt as if time itself had slowed down all around him...

As he stood silently atop the giant's head, gripping his blade tightly in-hand, he looked down at his exposed and weakened foe with an expressionless look, all while the skies above him crackled with the fury of Thor. It was time that he did what this giant tried to do both to him and his friends. This was vengeance.

Snotlout placed his sword in both of his hands before pointing the tip of his weapon towards the giant's skull, and with a clean stab, he finally brought it down…

…

From afar, Hiccup and the others saw everything that Snotlout did, and when he plunged his sword into the giant's skull, that's when they knew that it was finally over with that brute.

Thunder boomed across the land, and from there, the only thing they saw from the giant was his dead body falling down onto his back as Snotlout made a victorious leap off of his corpse, surprisingly all without injuring himself from the fall.

The young Jorgenson breathed heavily as the stormy magic glowing in his eyes faded, and soon the clouds from above followed as they slowly blew off into the west, allowing for the golden sun and blue sky to come out once more.

There was a peaceful moment of silence. Snotlout sighed as he took a few steps forward from the corpse of his fallen foe, and allowed himself to gather his thoughts.

"What just happened…?" he asked himself.

Before he could try to put the pieces of the puzzle together however, a familiar voice called out to him, and as he looked up, he saw the distant figures of his friends flying towards him from atop their dragons.

"Snotlout!"

Hiccup called out towards Snotlout, waving to him as he and the rest of the group landed their dragons before the exhausted viking, pleased, but also shocked, that he was still alive even after what the giant did to him.

"Snotlout," said Hiccup as he hastily dismounted off of Toothless and approached the tired lad with a pat on the shoulder. "Are you alright? Is anything broken?"

"...Doesn't seem like it," replied Snotlout, inspecting himself from shoulder to toe. "Everything looks like it's in place."

"But… how?" asked Astrid as she too approached him, gazing at him from top to bottom. "That giant's throw should have killed you. You shouldn't even be-"

"I don't know," shrugged Snotlout, staring down at his opened palms. "I guess I was just lucky. Though I still wonder, what the Thor even happened to me? All I remember was seeing darkness, and then zap, I felt something… unnatural fill me, and before you know it, I'm using lightning magic."

"I think I know why," replied Arn, still settled atop Toothless. "When you were thrown to your death, something protected you and prevented you from dying. It seems that the magic that Odin granted your ancestor long ago has passed onto you, because you are worthy."

Snotlout curiously rose a brow as he asked, "Worthy of what?"

"Worthy of being a Wing of Midgard." answered Arn.