Here is chapter 2 and remember that I don't own anything from HTTYD.

2. Dragons and Vikings

The chief of Berk looked out over his village of berk. They were in the preparations for winter. He couldn't help but think about his brother and how much help he would have provided. He would have organized the people and been a great addition in muscle. But whatever his brother might have done, he still refused to miss his brother. "To much moral feelings for a man, at least too much to be a decent leader," he thought. His brother had been too caring of inadequate people like his son. His son had lived up to his name and everyone had made fun of him, then when he had disappeared he had literally become a joke. His had believed that one day his son would be fit to be a chief. That actually had made the chief laugh.

"Chief Spitelout," Mulch said from behind him. Spitelout turned to looked at the man.

"What is it?" Spitelout asked annoyed at the interruption.

Mulch looked down, "Sir, we lost the girl in the forest."

Spitelout burned with anger, why the stranger had suggested that only two vikings go after the girl in the forest was beyond him. Also the man's incompetence in losing one run away was galling at best. He balled his hands into fists but resisted the urge to hit the man. "So, were you on your way out to find her again or would you rather not eat?" Spitelout ground out through his teeth. Mulch shook his head and turned and almost ran away.

"Chief, could you give us a hand?" came a call. Spitelout turned and silenced the viking with a look. He turned and went into the great hall. The viking was left standing there wondering at what his fault was. He was old enough to remember when Stoick would actually help the village prepare for winter. He sighed and went back to the impossible job of being just one person.

The cold evening breeze blew from the sea rustling through the man's auburn hair. He had spent the night, with his dragon, on the sea stack. The snow had stopped and in a rare moment the skies were clear. He and his dragon watched the sun slowly dive toward the horizon, leaving a golden trail among the clouds. It turned the snow to a golden white, it made the landscape magical. To him it was one of those moments he wished he could freeze forever.

He was standing atop one of the many sea stacks of the island of berk. Up here he kept a secret garden. The soil wasn't great, but there was lots of sun and the only animals that could get to it were dragons. It wasn't very large so he used it for a few small kinds of plants, like the herbs he needed. He carefully knelt in the garden and reached for a plant tenderly plucking off the part he needed. The removed parts went into a small leather pouch at his side. The man stood up and looked at his dragon.

"Ready bud?" the man asked. The dragon turned allowing the man to get on. Sometimes the man had trouble telling whether his questions to the dragon were rhetorical or not. But with the way that his dragon acted it was probably both, in some capacity or another. The dragon launched off the sea stack in an easy flight. The man, even after all the year he had spent with the dragon, still marveled at the strength that it possessed.

The flight back to the cove where the man lived was easy and controlled. The dragon did enjoy easy flights but there were times that it wanted to go all out and do flips and turns at his speed. He never did this while the man was riding him though, he had tried once much to the mans dismay. The man had been sick afterwards and the dragon had realized that maybe humans weren't built for high gravity.

They landed in the cove and the man slide off the dragon's back. He walked around to the dragon's nose and gave it a quick scratch under the chin. The dragon coed contentedly. "You need to stay here," the man told the dragon. The dragon tilted his head at the man. "Vikings, you know," the man said looking down. The dragon nodded in understanding, it still didn't understand what was so scary about him but he knew people didn't like him.

The man sighed and turned to walk inside. He was not sure if he wanted her to be awake or not. If she was it would mean she was getting better, but she would be in conscience pain. But if she were still asleep she could be very seriously hurt. He opened his door and stepped into his house. Then he removed his coat and boots and walked to his room where she lay. She was still unconscious and seemed to be at peace. He walked to the side of the cot and looked down at her. She really did look peaceful, her golden hair framing her pale face. It, in a strange way reminded him of the snow in the sunset. Gold contrasting pale in a perfect harmony, she was beautiful.

He jumped, he wasn't allowed to think about her that way, he didn't even know her. There had to be some fundamental rule that he was breaking, by thinking that way. It just wasn't done.

He noticed the fire had gone low and he added a log. He stared into the coals thinking. He had been in his workshop when he had heard a thump. Had cautiously gone outside wondering what the noise had been. And he had been about to go to her when he had heard the voices of her, he assumed, pursuers. They had been Berkian, their accent had made that clear. But why they were after her and whether she was from berk were still mysteries. He needed to answer these questions, he did not frankly know why but his soul commanded it.

He mentally sighed, why couldn't his life have stay the same it had always been. Him and his dragon alone in the forest. No people to worry about just him, why did she have to show up. He felt a pain of guilt in his chest for wishing her away, he had feeling that the reason she was here wasn't really her fault. But whose was it?

He looked at her again, his questions weren't going to answer themselves. He stood up and slipped on his boots. He grabbed his fur coat and walked to the door. He stopped and looked back in her direction. What if she woke while he was gone? Would she be OK?

He mentally slapped himself, she was a stranger. He was not her keeper, if she woke up and he wasn't there she would have to tough it. He did not care, or at least that was what he wanted to believe. But he knew nothing of her, it was illogical to care. He opened his door and found his dragon sitting there giving him a look as if to say: 'sense when were you logical?' He groaned, dragons were so smart that they were almost stupid.

Mulch cursed as snow fell from a overladen tree onto his head. He and Bucket were currently trying to retrace their steps of the day before through fresh snow. It was an impossibility. The previous night it had snowed a foot. Mulch cursed the weather, Bucket, the snow, the trees and finally Spitelout in succession.

Bucket was pretty sure they were lost. It wasn't hard to figure out when nothing was familiar. He looked up at the blank grey sky, scanning for the invisible, looking for more than grey and white. A black speck appeared on the horizon. It slowly grew from a speck to a dragon. Bucket's eyes widened in surprise.

"Dragon!" he yelled. Both Mulch and Bucket dove into the snow for cover. The dragon sailed overhead with unrivaled speed, a high pitched scream emanating from its wings.

"Nightfury," whispered Mulch.

They stayed down, no one had seen a nightfury in daylight and had ever told about it. Nightfuries were the harbingers of death and destruction. No one survived them, no one confronted them, and no one saw them. It just didn't happen in the day.

They waited for a long time in the snow, wishing for a sigh of safety.

"My toes are cold," Bucket complained.

"Quiet!" Mulch hissed.

A stranger walked out of the surrounding trees.

"Get down!" Mulch hissed, "there is a nightfury near here."

"There is." the stranger said unconcerned. This left both the vikings at a loss for words. The stranger's face turned serious. "Do you know anything about a runaway from Berk?" He asked.

Mulch jumped up, "do you know where she is?"

"Why do you want her," the stranger asked.

"Our chief does. Now where is she,"

"What does your chief want her for?"

"She is supposed to wed the chief's heir, so we need to know where she is,"

"Thank you for your time, goodbye." and the stranger disappeared into the trees. Mulch and Bucket jumped up and raced after the man. They looked around but could not see him. The nightfury screamed by over head again. And they both dove into the snow. This time Bucket cursed.

So that was the second chapter. Thank you for the comments and the support, I think I will continue this story. Yes there will be hicstrid.

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