I'd like to give a huge apology for the wait, guys! This chapter had came out WAY longer than I expected, and I assure you that what happens here in this chapter might surprise you, but I can't guarantee it will. (Also, apologies for any grammar mistakes.)
Once more I'd like to give a thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter! If you liked the previous one, you might like this one.
Now, let us finally bring an end to this siege, and find out what happens here and now! (This isn't the final chapter by the way!)
All eyes from the gang widened as their focus fell onto Hiccup and Toothless, with the two of them spiraling down towards the piers where over a hundred or more Vikings stood, marching and waiting to rush up towards their position.
"SON!" screamed Stoick, rushing to the edge of the cliffs as he sliced a Rus' warrior out of the way with his axe into the side of his stomach. He ran past the dead warrior and watched Hiccup hurling downwards. His eyes now fearful and filled with worry.
"No!" gasped Astrid, watching Hiccup fall towards the enemy ranks as she became wordless and unable to decide on what to do next. Now it was her mind that was in a mess divided into two on what she should go for; the enemy, or for Hiccup?
Her concentration was difficult however as projectiles of fire and metal came flying from the Devastators, impacting and exploding all around her. Houses were being destroyed, warriors were sent flying all over - burning, and quickly their ranks began to run thin, even as reserves ran in to hold the line. At this rate, if it kept on going, Berk would soon become nothing but a husk.
With no other thought in mind, her eyes fell onto Magnus, Eira, and the others. "SOMEONE, DO SOMETHING!" she screamed.
Magnus turned his head, hearing the desperation in her voice whilst glancing down at the pier where Hiccup and Toothless had now landed… as well as where they were now bound by nets as slowly the multitudes began to surround the young Viking and Dragon.
His thoughts caved in however, but deep down he knew what to do.
...No, it would not end like this.
"No…" he said to himself, pulling his shield back before a warrior would run in and take his place. "It cannot end like this. It WILL NOT end like this! Eira, with me!"
Eira who was standing nearby spun to face Magnus, and she nodded at him before she too abandoned her position and allowed another warrior to take it. Snotlout however showed concern, and he looked at Magnus with an arched brow. "What are you doing!?" he asked.
"We're going down to jump!" replied Magnus, standing at the edge of the cliff with Eira. "Saving Hiccup is my priority right now, and I will not see his life taken away after all he has been through! He must be saved!"
Snotlout blinked. "Are you crazy!? You're going to get yourselves killed! There's over a hundred men down there waiting to-"
"It doesn't make a difference considering we've killed nearly half their entire army!" interrupted Eira, her brows lowered at the Heathens. "We have to do this if Berk is to continue on for generations, and remember that he's the Chief's SON. You promised to show him what it means to be Heir, and we'll see that promise made. If Hiccup dies, so does the future of Berk!"
Snotlout sighed, nodding at Eira. He knew that she was right. He made a promise to Stoick and to Hiccup that he would show him what it meant to be an Heir, and what it would take to become one. After all, there was still so much for Hiccup to learn and do.
Finally, the young Heir nodded. "Very well, then. Go ahead-!"
"I'm coming too!" said Astrid, running towards Magnus and Eira. Her face, axe, and arms were dirty and covered in stains of blood from fighting, and her eyes showed determination that she was willing to go down further and fight.
"Lass, you don't have to do this." Magnus said, shaking his head lightly. "You're needed here with our warriors. Hiccup's safety is our concern-"
"As is mine!" she interrupted, gripping her axe tighter. "From the day I met him I vowed to protect him and keep him safe, as I did with my friends... and as I did with my family, before they sailed off to Valhalla, and never returned. To me, he is the closest thing I have to both a friend and family, and I will not see him die today! ...Please, Magnus."
Her voice fell soft, and the two older Vikings eyed Astrid with concern and curiosity. There was something in her that Magnus and Eira noticed, but they couldn't get the message. "What are you trying to say, Astrid?" asked Magnus. "Why do you want to go down there so badly?"
Astrid sighed. "Because… because I love him."
Those words widened Magnus and Eira's eyes, along with their hearts' pumping slowing down. After all that Astrid and Hiccup had been through, the lass now admits her love and loyalty to the young Viking who laid below, and it felt almost as if time had slowed down for them. It was almost as if the gods could sense Astrid's love for Hiccup, and were giving them this chance to save him.
Magnus slowly gave a nod. "...So be it." he said with a smile. "Come here, lass. We've got some fighting to do."
Astrid's frown of disappointment soon turned back into a grin and an expression of determination. She ran towards Magnus' left flank and once again gripped her axe tightly, breathing in and out with deep puffs of air as she was ready to jump down and save her best friend's life.
Down below, Hiccup and Toothless laid down against the floorboards of the pier, dizzy and bound by a large net that was thrown at them with round iron weights keeping it down. Where they were, they were useless against the enemy.
Hiccup shook his head, trying to get his senses of sight back, for all he could hear near him was the laughter of the Heathens, and from above - there was the screaming and war cries of the Hooligan and Berserker warriors as the Great Viking Army's troops soon began pouring into the village from the cliffs, and soon fighting started all over in the town - spread out with no battle lines.
He also heard explosions of fire and metal, coming from the nearby Devastators that were unleashing Helheim onto Berk. Flames and smoke soon too began to spread, for he could smell it. Plus, there was further screaming as warriors came flying down in flames from the destructive and large cannons.
"Hehe! These little pups have nowhere to go!" laughed the Broken Axe commander as he approached the downed Viking and Dragon. "Your deaths are going to amuse our General, and our King; Ivar the Boneless! Plus, I am sure that Dragon will become a good cloak once his skin is hided!"
Hiccup growled at the commander in a guttural noise. "I am no pup, and nor is my Dragon." he told the Viking angrily. "What you face is one of the most dangerous Dragons that you'll ever find, and you stand before the son of a Chieftain. I am no pup, nor slave!"
"Haha… bold words." the commander responded, unsheathing his axe. "But we'll see how you reply when your tongue is ripped out from your mouth and shoved down your-"
Toothless, who laid there beneath the large net, wasn't about to give up so easily. And so, with all the strength he could muster, he did his best to stand all fours as he let out the loudest, ear-piercing roar that he could've ever let out. The roar was so loud that even the enemy Vikings from yards away had to cover their ears.
After Toothless finished his roar, he laid low and down on the floorboards of the pier, allowing the weight of the net to continue tackling him down. For Hiccup however, he was not sure what exactly had happened. What was it that Toothless did? Was it a response to back off? ...Was it a cry for help?
His answer would soon be given though, as a few other multiple roars echoed through the air like a breeze in the wind. Hiccup looked around up in the skies, wondering where those sounds came from. Then, he started to hear wings flapping...Were those… Dragons?
...Indeed they were. From above, Hiccup could see four figures flying into formation towards his position - four different class Dragons that were ready to unleash their fiery wrath upon the Heathens, and that's exactly what they did as they began targeting, firing, and flying around what remained of the enemy fleet at sea; which was a large chunk of the invasion force as a whole. All enemy eyes fell upon them.
The Broken Axe commander however looked back at Hiccup and Toothless with anger. "Gagh! I'll cut out your TONGUES YOUR LITTLE-!"
Before he could finish however, three loud battle cries came down from above interrupting him, and as Hiccup and Toothless looked up - they saw three figures falling towards them.
Magnus, Eira, and Astrid came hurling downwards from above the cliffs, landing atop three opened and exposed Heathens, giving them the gruesome kills they deserved as their bodies were pinned down to the ground.
Magnus, who was kneeling down, looked up at the commander and gave a grin. "Hello there." he said.
The dozens of Broken Axe Vikings around him reacted as they turned from the attacking Dragons and rushed into offensive formations, ready to strike at the three of whom they had thought had fallen downwards to meet their demises.
"Ah… so you must be that Magnus boy that our King told us about!" the commander said with intriguement, stepping forward. "I can tell you are him just by the armor you are wearing. That is Scandinavian Viking armor you wear, with blue cloth and leather wearing. I assume you stole it from the Völsung?"
"It no longer belongs to Ivar's weak Clan." spat back Magnus, spinning his sword in a taunting fashion. "I wouldn't dare hide myself behind a helmet that has been poorly made by you, scum."
"Bah! Your helmets have horns, fool! How's that going to save you? Are you going to ram us!?"
Those words from the commander, though caused many laughs, gave Hiccup enough time to react whilst the enemy was distracted with words. He unsheathed his sword from his waist and slowly began to cut his way out of the large net. And before he knew it…
...Snap, Snap, SNAP!
The ropes of the net were soon ripped apart and both Hiccup and Toothless charged out of the tattered net, pouncing onto a few nearby Vikings, Rus', and Barbarians. With Hiccup getting his first kill onto his now bloody covered blade, he ran to Magnus' side with Toothless accompanying him, and the five were quickly placed into battle-ready stances.
The commander grunted. "So be it." he said, walking closer. "You face the Broken Axe Clan, one of the mightiest Clans in Scandinavia! Come, fight us-!"
Before he could finish, the sound of metal swinging was heard gliding by as a short blade came flying towards the head of the Broken Axe commander, with the tip meeting against his skull as the Viking fell dead - face first with blood covering the corpse's head.
All eyes fell upon Eira. "What?" she asked. "He was speaking too much! Besides, he doesn't seem like the commander of a mighty Clan now that he's…"
Pointing out his corpse, a few of the warriors began to back up, and slowly surely, fear begun to spread throughout the ranks. With the addition of Toothless letting out a roar, followed by a charged up plasma blast flying into a cluster of Broken Axe warriors, more fuel was added to that fear.
Soon, dozens began to panic as they started running back towards their longships, only to be met with flames upon boarding as Toothless set them aflame.
Then, Magnus, Hiccup, Astrid, and Eira marched forward with speed, boots stomping, and weapons swinging, and as such, another engagement began against the enemy Vikings who still had the courage to fight, and from the four elite warriors, the fight became a bloodbath.
Much panic had by this point weakened the state of the Vikings, Rus', and Barbarians to fight onwards as the tension caused their blows to become inaccurate and too slow or quickly. Thus, with this advantage for the four, Hiccup, Magnus, Astrid, and Eira were easy to clear the docks and push back any remaining regiment from the piers. Two hundred against four with the support of a Dragon bombarding them in their dozens gave them a chance to stand.
Magnus then plunged his blade into the last foe that remained standing on the docks before pulling the sword out, and he looked back at his friends with a smile of relief and confidence, for their killing streak and frenzy had only just begun…
"The docks are cleared, Hiccup. It seems the Broken Axe Clan can no longer pose a threat here." said Magnus, rushing up to the young lad and give him a hand on his shoulder just as Toothless landed. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, sort of…" Hiccup replied slowly as his eyes glanced towards the flagship where the large, heavily armored, and destructive war machines stood, firing upon the village of Berk with round after round, whilst half of them aimed for the Dragons, but surprisingly - each round kept missing them. "My only worry is on how long we're going to last this fight. There's still too many of these damned raiders, and those Devastators are giving heavy fire onto the town."
"Who could've thought to stand against such a force?" asked Astrid.
Eira stepped forward next to the younger lass. "Only those who have the key and skill to be able to make it through could've stood and fought, as well as those with the right mind on making their decisions. Though these warriors were all numerical and ready to deliver blood and death to us, it seems that their attacks were not well devised."
"If that's the case," replied Hiccup, turning his head towards the large flagship. "It seems we're going to have to take out their leader."
Astrid arched a brow. "You know who he is?"
"Aye, and he is definitely not Ivar… in fact, believe it or not, it's Olaf, that bloody maniac, who is commanding this invasion force. However, I am unsure exactly how he was able to take command of an entire army. Last time I saw him, I was his thrall, and he was but a brutal overseer."
"Ivar gave command to the Slavemaster?" Magnus laughed, letting out a heavy sigh. "Is Ivar not aware that Olaf doesn't have any proper battle experience?
Hiccup sighed as well, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter, Magnus. We have to take him out if we're to stop his onslaught. He has already done enough damage to the Archipelago, and now it's time that we stop him here and now… and get revenge on what he's done to me for the past five years."
"Well, there's one question I must ask," began Astrid. "How do you expect for all of us to fit on your… Dragon. On your Night Fury?"
"His name is Toothless." answered Hiccup. "And as for how exactly we're going to do that, don't worry. I already have a plan in mind…"
Hiccup chuckled as he mounted up onto Toothless, with the Black Dragon spreading his wings out and preparation for flight. He then looked towards Astrid who stood there uncertain, but her eyes widened when Hiccup motioned her to mount up behind him, telling her; "Get on."
She did as he told him to, slowly mounting onto Toothless with her hands gripped around Hiccup's waist. With that out of the way, the young lad then faced Magnus and Eira, saying to them; "Back up, and raised up your arms."
The two of them looked at each other with confusion, wondering what Hiccup was planning. However, for Magnus, he would soon understand what exactly Hiccup would be trying to do as he watched the Night Fury and the two young Vikings fly off towards a distance.
As Toothless went airborne, he made sure to fly at a swift speed to prevent the Devastator fire from pummeling onto him. When he was at a safe distance, he turned back around and flew towards Magnus and Eira who now understood how exactly the Dragon was going to carry them.
"Oh no." sighed Eira, but Magnus lightly nudged her and said with a chuckle; "Hold tight, and don't let go, Eira!"
When Toothless was close enough, he extended both of his front paws and grabbed ahold of the two older Vikings' hands with his strength, holding on tightly to them as they all went airborne out to sea.
"Aghhh!" gasped Eira as she looked down beneath her feet, seeing only the water and ocean waves beneath her feet. "Uh- this! This is, uh- a new feeling!"
"Relax, Eira!" said Magnus, trying to give her relieving words. "You always told me when you were younger that you wanted to fly like a Valkyrie! Well, here you go, so just imagine you have wings!"
"This is different!" she responded, attempting to keep her calm and cool without letting out signs of tension and fright. "I'm not the one controlling where I go!"
"Guys, not now!" interrupted Hiccup as a projectile from one of the Devastators flew by passed him. "We're closing in on the flagship, prepare to jump!"
His warning came out prepared as the grips on Toothless' paws from Magnus and Eira slightly loosened, and the Dragon began to slowly descend downwards, still flying at the great speed he was going at. Soon, all of them were prepared to jump down and get into another fight.
...And that is what they just did.
"Jump!" ordered Hiccup. Almost immediately the four jumped off from Toothless, falling downwards toward the flagship from about twenty five feet. Toothless too went hurling downwards, landing with them onto the center deck with their weapons already unsheathed and drawn, gripped outwards towards the enemy that stood before them.
Olaf clapped sarcastically in response, laughing at the five who had come to stand against him. His commanders and elite bodyguards also chuckled, giving out evil grins and expressions from their faces.
"At long last…" said Olaf, slowly walking forward with the snow falling against them from the wintry sky. "After so much raiding and killing, we meet again at last, Slave."
Hiccup growled gutturally towards the Viking. "Who said that I am still your slave?" he asked. "You stand before is the son of a Chieftain; a Viking of a mighty tribe. Just look around you, Olaf. Your army is falling apart from just a single Dragon and merely a few hundred Vikings!"
"That's General Olaf to you, boy. For I am no longer some filthy slavemaster rotting away in the dungeons looking over the pathetic lives of thralls. I have REAL command now, and there is nothing you can do to stop us!"
"We already have stopped you enough, General." said Magnus, stepping forward. "Though I have seen from my dreams all that your "King" Ivar has to dispose at his command, that will not stop us from fighting you. Already, we have found a way through means of unity. Something you and your Clans and Tribes lack. Only the promises of gold keep you together."
"Hmm… that explains how you were able to do… this." Olaf pointed out towards the Dragons that flew above, continuously bombarding his fleet.
"Aye. That is." nodded Hiccup, taking a step forward towards a barrel of oil as he unsheathed his blade and held it near his right shoulder with both hands. With a mighty swing he was able to penetrate the entirety of his blade into the barrel and coat it in the liquidy substance.
He then turned towards Toothless and said; "Light it up, bud."
The Dragon warbled, knowing exactly what Hiccup's coated blade would do now, and with a light plasma blast, the entirety of Hiccup's blade was set aflame in orange Dragon fire.
Hiccup spun his blade from the blue hilt, repositioning it by his shoulder - but not to where the hot burning metal was touching him. His glance then fell upon the intrigued Vikings, Barbarians, and Rus' who eyed Hiccup's sword with shaking thoughts.
Taking another step forward, Hiccup cracked the bones around his neck like cracking a knuckle, glaring down Olaf for what seemed to have been a couple of minutes. Then, after much thinking, a grin fixed upon the young lad's face as he said to the former Slavemaster. "Make your move, wretch."
Olaf roared, running towards Hiccup, pushing his bodyguards commanders out the way with his blade remaining sheathed and gripped tightly. Hiccup too responded by charging Olaf, now having the skill and movement in being able to take on the stronger yet slower and less mobile foe.
And then… both Vikings clashed with one another, holding their blades into a weapon-lock.
Though Hiccup couldn't hold it, his glance did fall on Magnus, Astrid, and Eira as he told them; "Go for the commanders! Take them out!"
His words too caught the attention of the enemy commanders who eyed the three Vikings that had begun to charge them, and so they rushed into the fight as well, and from there a fight against the leaders had begun.
Olaf gnarled. "You were foolish to have come here, Hiccup! After everything, you think you can kill me!? You will pay your actions with your life!" He then bellowed out a roar, attempting to strike at Hiccup with his brutal and unmatched strength compared to the younger Viking. However, Hiccup was more intelligent on acting out his move.
He immediately broke the weapon lock with Olaf, and with his mobility he rolled around and behind the larger Viking, striking his fiery blade at his foe's metallic chest armor and leg armor on the right, melting it with flames and denting it with the more superior metal from his blade.
The cut however was deep enough on it's own to where the General's flesh beneath the armor on his right leg became seared, and his gave out a loud gasping grunt of pain.
"Foolish little boy! Now I'm definitely going to give you Hel for striking your former slavemaster!"
"You were never my master to begin with, Olaf. Just a puppet like me!" taunted Hiccup, recoiling Olaf's blow as he struck from above in an attempt to cleave at Hiccup's head. The black iron warblade flung back against Olaf's shoulder, impacting and breaking one of the latches that kept his chest plate together.
"Gargh! How do you keep DOING THIS!?" he shouted, backing up from Hiccup as he began sending forth a fan of slices and dices against Hiccup, only to be met with parries and dodges from the young Viking, followed by counter attacks.
"Do you not understand that you hardly have any experience, Olaf?" Hiccup questioned, recoiling and blocking another attack. "There's more than what meets the eye to what you're doing, and you can't even see it! As I said, you're just a puppet like me!"
"Hah! How can you prove anything you're saying, wretch!?"
"Because my experience on this island has given me much to prove! Do you not understand that Ivar knew you'd be a bad leader? He only chose you as a General to test you and see which commander would have been there to replace you. But it's clear to me that no one will replace you, and nor will you keep your title! Your King has underestimated the army of Berk. Today, your invasion will END!"
His last word came out as a grunt as he raised his fiery blade and aimed for the right side of Olaf's chest, near his right shoulder, and was then that his chest plate had fallen to the deck of the ship, leaving him vulnerable as all he wore was a black padded gambeson vest.
Olaf looked back at Hiccup. "HOW DARE YOU!" he bellowed loudly, causing him to become enraged as both he and Hiccup struck at each other at the same time once more. This time, both of them took their own hits, with Olaf getting his left leg seared and Hiccup getting brutally punched back in the face by the Völsung General's large fist.
He went flying back a couple of feet as a result, landing flat on the deck on his back where Olaf would then rush up and begin beating him to a pulp.
And that is just what he did. He approached Hiccup without his warblade, more eager to giving him a torturous death rather than a quick and clean one, and he placed his large boot onto the lad's scrawny arm before he began to repeatedly punch him.
"YOU, INSULT, MY POSITION! MY TITLE!? I AM THE RIGHT HAND OF KING IVAR RAGNARSSON. HE CHOSE ME FOR A REASON! FOR YEARS I'VE BEEN DOING NOTHING BUT PICKING, UP, YOUR, FILTHY, PIECES! YOU HAVE FAILED, RUNT, AND NOW I SHALL GIVE YOU A SLOW DEATH THAT YOU WILL REMEMBER FOR ALL ETERNITY IN HELHEIM!"
Hiccup screamed and gasped at every punch and blow he took. Blood began coming out of his nose and mouth, covering his face, and bruises started to spread his fragile body. The pain was so much, he could hardly do anything. And so without any other options left for him, Hiccup did the one thing he could only do there and then.
"ASTRID! MAGNUS! EIRA!" he cried, screaming at the top of his lungs, attempting to catch their attention.
Astrid turned to face Hiccup after pulling her axe out of the skull of the dead Iron Wolf commander, and her eyes widened with horror. "Hiccup..." she gasped… but it was then that her horror quickly rose into anger, before it rose into hatred and then into the instinct of execution.
She spun her axe around in circles. "GRAAAGH!" she let out, feeling her eyes fill up with bloodlust as she charged at the Völsung General with full speed and haste. Her axe was gripped tightly in both hands, and her legs moved faster than that of a full speeding Yak stampede. Once she was a few feet away, she jumped up into the air to bring her axe down upon the Viking and…
Suddenly however, she was caught before she could land a strike. Olaf held her by the throat, squeezing her tightly with just his left hand against her. He then gave a glare of disgust towards her.
"You filthy little Berkian wretch," he spat at her. "Did you really think you could pick a fight against me, after all your weak friend here has suffered? Now you will be the next to join him! I will surely enjoy doing things that neither of you could've ever imagined- AGH!"
Suddenly, his words came to a halt. He screamed in pain as the sound of metal going through flesh suddenly hit his senses. Hiccup and Astrid looked down at Olaf's chest, revealing a long sword going straight through the former Slavemaster, and now the soon to be former General's chest. Olaf dropped his warblade and Astrid to the deck, backing up two steps before falling to his knees.
As he dropped Astrid, Hiccup stood up, free from the General's grasp - and despite all of the pain in his body, he rushed over to catch his best friend who seemed breathless from Olaf's grip, landing his right arm against her back as he caught her.
"Are you alright?" he asked her, with blood stains still covering his face.
She slowly nodded, almost breathless from the strangulation. "Yes… I'm fine." she sighed, raising her hand upwards slowly towards Hiccup, only for the young lad to surprisingly find her hand reaching his face which sent a feeling down his stomach and his senses. He then grasped her hand with his own lightly before helping her up.
As the two stood up to their feet, they looked over at Olaf who knelt down on his knees. He was almost lifeless, but still alive and dying nonetheless. Glancing at the bloody blade that was stabbed through Olaf, it was then unsheathed out of his gruesome wound, and long and behold before the two young Vikings, Magnus stood there with an expression of anger on his face whilst he eyed the dying Viking.
"That, was for my father, monster." he said, lifting his leg before kicking the now lifeless corpse of Olaf over. Despite all that Hiccup had endured, after all of his years of torture, he had finally gotten revenge on his former tormenter even though the killing blow was not his.
Magnus then added on, "Enjoy your time in Valhalla, wretch. You died in battle... so be grateful." before he then glanced over to Hiccup and Astrid who looked severely wounded and exhausted.
He then ran over to them, placing his hands on one of their shoulders to give the two some comfort. "Are you alright?" he asked, receiving two slow and weak nods from both of them.
"We have to get off of this ship." said Astrid. "Even with those war machines no longer operational, we must destroy it to prevent the enemy from escaping, otherwise Ivar will receive word back and attempt to launch another voyage against us."
"Aye." said Magnus, agreeing with the young lass. "But before we do that, we must-" His eyes suddenly widened as he took a step back, glancing around the area. "Wait, where's Eira!? EIRA!"
Calling out for her name, he soon heard the sound of fighting as he noticed three bodyguards pinning down on her. It seemed that even with all of the commanders dead and the enemy Clans and Tribes scattered they were not willing to go down without a fight.
What made Magnus fear for her however was that the three Heathens were backing her up towards the edge of the ship.
"EIRA!" he screamed for her, running towards the three bodyguards with his weapon drawn and ready to put and end to them.
Hiccup persisted as well to join into the fight as he reached over to grab his sword, which was now lit out of its flame. But upon grabbing it, Astrid grasped his hand and shook her head, for he was too weak.
By the time Magnus was just about a few feet away from Eira, it seemed as if it was too late. With the base of a spear, the centered bodyguard shoved Eira down into the ocean with her voice screaming out for Magnus.
The Viking's eyes widened as he watched his closest friend fall into the sea.
"NO!" he screamed, raising his blade to his right shoulder before bringing it around in a mighty swing, and with just one strike, he decapitated all three of the bodyguards. He then sheathed his blade, disregarding what was going on around him as he dived into the ocean.
The water soon met his face, bracing for impact upon going underwater. He looked around to find his friend, glancing at every spot he could see, and to his luck he saw the feminine figure and hood of his friend sinking downwards.
Magnus swam towards Eira, waving his arms back and forth to get closer and closer to his friend who was on the verge of drowning. Eventually, he was indeed able to reach her, and quickly he had grabbed ahold of her with both his arms before attempting to swim up to the surface…
But she was too heavy to bring up.
Suddenly, he began to feel water fill up inside him as a few air bubbles escaped his mouth, and his vision began to blur to black from the sensation that he wasn't going to make it. The dreaded ocean water was too much for him…
As all hope seemed lost, a new figure soon found him. From above, a black winged figure came diving into the ocean at full speed, and with heavy strength he felt something pick him and Eira up.
The waters rushed passed his face, and once more he would be met with the sun of the day hitting his face from behind the clouds as the chilling winds hit him. He looked up towards the flying figure and saw Toothless giving him a Dragon-like smile with Hiccup and Astrid mounted atop the mighty creature.
"You saved us… Thank you!" he said before they flew off once again towards the village of Berk.
Back at Stoick's position, the entirety of the enemy was now routed. The dead of their foes littered the area, and compared to their own casualties, the Hooligans and Berserkers had only lost a hundred in total compared to them killing more than half the invasion force.
And as Hiccup flew towards his father who eyed him with relief and pride, he looked back out to sea where the sounding of multiple horns could be heard. In the distance, longships wearing the colors and crests of four different Tribes began to pummel down their wrath onto what remained of the Great Army's invasion fleet that was formerly commanded by Olaf.
Outnumbered and outmatched, the enemy was unable to retreat to sail back to Kattegat, and what remained of them was soon met with fiery boulders before being washed away by the oceans.
As for the iron flagship, the Dragons had done their work and had gone all out onto it. Hiccup could see now that the four Dragons were a Gronckle, a Deadly Nadder, a Monstrous Nightmare, and a Zippleback. With their combined effort, the large ship was set ablaze into flames along with the Devastators before it slowly started to sink into the ocean.
The Dragons, satisfied with their work, flew up and passed Hiccup, heading towards the forests of Berk.
As for Hiccup, in his mind. One word echoed inside of him.
"Victory…"