Here we are guys! The second and last part of the final showdown! This chapter, it is Hiccup versus Ivar, and I guarantee you that this fight is quite intense and suspenseful!

As always with battles and fights like these, I highly recommend putting on headphones and listening to epic cinematic/battle music to improve your reading experience, because this one is going to be a real blast!

Now, with my ramble out of the way, let us begin the chapter you guys have all longed for...

The clouds above them grew darker, flashing with lightning and booming with thunder. Hiccup's eyes fell upon the spire of the Great Hall that laid ahead of him, towering in the center of the city. He felt his stomach sink at the sight of it, knowing that there was no going back once he met face to face with Ivar.

"There's no doubt that he's at the very top." he said, glancing down at Toothless. "Land me on the roof, Bud."

Toothless obliged without much of a reaction as he silently flew towards the top of the Great Hall. Upon landing on the large roof, Hiccup dismounted and took a glance around, looking down below towards Kattegat. The city was burning, and from afar he could distinctively make out the figures of Völsung and Jomsviking remnants fighting with what they had left. Most likely no more than five hundred.

It was then however that a figure towards the center of the roof caught his attention. It was without a doubt Ivar.

The twenty year old Viking glared at Hiccup with a look of hatred, all whilst his figure darkened from the dim reflected lights of the fires burning down below. Still, Hiccup had a score to settle with Ivar.

Toothless growled as they both slowly walked towards one another, holding their weapons tightly in their hands.

"IVAR!" shouted Hiccup.

"SLAVE!" Ivar shouted back mockingly. "I see that you are all dressed up in shining new armor… and as well as missing a foot! Poor thing, did my Red Death burn it off?!"

Hiccup gritted his teeth. "Why, Ivar!?" he asked. "Why would you waste so many lives just so you could try to kill me!? All of this loss, and for what, so that you could become invincible!? So that you could rule the world?! You have only shown the people that you are a maniac!"

"I showed the people who I really am!" spat Ivar. "I could have won this war long ago were it not for my weakness! And now- you have destroyed EVERYTHING!"

"No, you destroyed yourself!" replied Hiccup. "Look around you! You're surrounded! Kattegat burns because of your war, and now you are outmatched, outnumbered, and trapped!"

Ivar chuckled, spinning his bullhook as he pointed it at Hiccup. "I may be trapped, but you forget who is the higher deity here! I am a God unlike you or any of your horned-helmet Viking friends! The Gods have blessed me as one of their own!"

Hiccup shook his head. "Just because you can control a giant Dragon does not make you a God! Your stupidity has made even Odin look down upon you as nothing more than a dishonorable murderer! He wouldn't accept you into Valhalla even if you begged him. I wonder how your father Ragnar must be thinking about you, Boneless-!"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Ivar roared, interrupting Hiccup. "I am the TRUE son and heir of Ragnar Lothbrök; a Viking of legend that people have told stories about! And you, what do you think you are to them!? In my eyes, you are just a scrawny boy that deserves to be put back into his place as a slave until the end of days!"

The word slave echoed in his head. It made Hiccup recall back to the days when he was a thrall, a nobody who was kicked around by so many. But even with Ivar attempting to remind Hiccup of who he was then, it did not affect how he felt because who he was then did not define who he was now. If anything, Hiccup could hear the jealousy in Ivar's tone for how far he had gone.

"At least I was not a crazy cripple." Hiccup said back to him. "Nor a bloodthirsty Viking like you."

"A bloodthirsty Viking?" chuckled Ivar. "You don't even know the meaning of the word! Even if this war ends and you return to a peaceful life, the word Viking will be nothing for you! As long as you stay idle on your island of Berk, you will be no Viking!"

"...Then again, you won't be staying idle here for long, now will you?"

Ivar gave a wicked grin. From down below in front of the Great Hall, the sounds of boots stomping and men shouting caught Hiccup's attention. A regiment of warriors were rushing towards the Hall, all armed to the teeth and ready. Clearly Ivar had reinforcements prepared.

His eyes widened, realizing that he had to do something. He looked back at Toothless. "Deal with them, Bud. I'll take care of Ivar alone! Don't worry about me!"

Although Toothless initially refused to leave Hiccup's side, he clearly did not have a choice. This fight was Hiccup's, and Hiccup's alone. With a final light nudge to the young Viking, he ran towards the edge and glided his way off, flying down towards the men who were about to meet their doom at the hands of the Night Fury.

As soon as Toothless was out of sight, it was just Hiccup and Ivar left atop the Hall. Both Vikings stared at each other intensely, still pacing in circles across from each other as lightning crackled the skies, giving off an uneasy feeling to Hiccup from what was about to go down.

And then it happened.

Ivar let out a bellowing roar, charging Hiccup with his bullhook raised, to which the young Viking himself responded by charging back at Ivar. Both pairs of feet moved hastily, stomping hard against the wooden floor, and as the two Vikings closed in, they leaped up into the air and lifted their weapons over their heads, and as their weapons finally clashed with one another - lightning immediately struck the sky, followed by a loud roar of thunder.

The final fight had now begun.

Ivar pushed against Hiccup's fiery sword, using his brutal strength in an attempt to quickly overwhelm the young Viking, but even with what he gave, he surprisingly could not push Hiccup back. Both Vikings were equally matched in that moment.

Hiccup quickly responded by pulling his sword back in an arc, swinging Ivar's bullhook to the side to expose him, even if for just a moment, before quickly striking at the Völsung Chieftain. However, Ivar quickly reacted by blocking Hiccup's attack and attempted to strike back, but the lad would not let down his assault.

He continued swinging his sword at Ivar, forcing him to him step back with every attack he made, but even then, this did not stop the Völsung Chieftain's attacks back at him, and as such, they too resulted in the lad stepping back.

For a while they continued exchanging blows, until Hiccup had enough. The young Viking swiftly leaped back from one of Ivar's attack and dashed around to strike from the left. His blade came swinging down, but Ivar anticipated his move. Immediately he switched hands with his bullhook, blocking Hiccup's attack from the left as he tilted his head to face him, smirking wickedly.

"Such a hasty one, aren't you?" he asked. "Unfortunately, you are too hasty!"

Before Hiccup could response with anything, Ivar's weapon suddenly struck hard against his legs, knocking him down onto his back. Seeing the opportunity, he pressed the advantage and struck his bullhook down onto Hiccup while he was flat on his back. However, the base of his bullhook was met with nothing but the wooden floor beneath him, for Hiccup had rolled around Ivar before he could strike him, thus landing behind the Viking as he swiftly stood to his feet.

"Nope." he replied. "You're just too impatient!"

Ivar turned his back, seeing that Hiccup was now charging him with speed. He attempted to raise his weapon to block and slice back at him, but his poor timing left him exposed as he felt a sharp burning pain course near his right hip. Hiccup had managed to find his mark, slashing his blade across the right side of Ivar's lower waist which made the older Viking painfully wheeze from the sensation.

Hiccup took a few steps back, spinning his blade and readying himself for anything else that Ivar had to throw at him.

Ivar landed his hand on the wound, feeling his blood cover part of his palm. The sight of this made him enraged, and as he looked back at Hiccup - he growled in anger, almost as if he were some sort of wolf.

"Expect the unexpected." said Hiccup. "As someone once told me."

Ivar responded not with words, but once again with a charge towards Hiccup. His weapon clashed roughly with Hiccup's, making a harder impact which caused the young Viking to be pushed back as he was unable to brace. Ivar however was now in a frenzy. His attacks became quicker, and they were as well stronger, so much so that Hiccup nearly lost the grip of his blade. He was unable to counter at first - only block, but suddenly an idea popped in his head.

As Ivar swung his weapon fast and forward, Hiccup responded with a heavier and more leveraged swing towards his weapon which in turn caused the heavy force from his strike to push Ivar back. The older Viking took a few steps back because of this, and Hiccup immediately advanced on him and continued his assault.

The younger Viking made quick and wide swings at Ivar, attempting to get him off-balanced and force his bullhook to the side so that he could strike the older Viking once more, and once more he did. For a brief moment Ivar's chest became vulnerable to Hiccup, and with a devastating attack the younger Viking brought his fiery blade forward - slashing it down at the right side of Ivar's stomach.

The older Viking first hissed and then growled in pain. As Ivar felt the blade slice right through his armor, he saw the blood begin to seep from the grievous wound. Yet despite the pain he felt, he still would not give up.

"Why won't you DIE ALREADY!?" Ivar screamed, continuing his assault as he spun and struck his bullhook as fast as he could, yet every attack he made no longer seemed as effective as Hiccup was simply just blocking and dodging them, faster than the older Viking himself could counter.

"I don't know." Hiccup replied, pushing aside Ivar's bullhook before responding with a quick yet effective punch to his face, sending him back in a dazy motion. "Throughout the months, I always thought I was on the brink of death whenever it seemed hopeless for me, especially when I fought against your right-hand men. Vlar, Frode, Hjalmar, Karvein; all of them!"

"...But I soon realized that it wasn't luck or fate that allowed me to keep going. It was the choices I made, and the hope I had within me that my friends had too - which was to end this damn war you started!"

Ivar chuckled, moving his hand to hold tightly onto the wound Hiccup made. He stepped forward - straightening himself out. "You are a fool…" he said. "Whether you like it or not, war will always exist. Odin desires it! No matter what you do, you cannot change the fate the gods made! Now if you would, shut up and FIGHT!"

Before Hiccup could respond with any form of defense however, Ivar immediately rushed him with new-found speed - almost as if he went fully berserk. Again, his weapon clashed with Hiccup's, and with all his might he pushed against the lad's sword, now being able to force him back.

Hiccup attempted to push back, but Ivar's strength was overwhelming. His feet slid roughly against the wood beneath him, and as he continued trying to hold back he heard the sound of metal bending as if something has broken.

He looked back at the Dragon's Blade, noticing that it had bended as a result of the pressure Ivar had put onto it. He attempted to continue holding, still trying to push… but as Ivar brought his bullhook back and struck at his blade, it was then that he heard a loud snap.

Shards of metal flew outwards, with one of them scratching Hiccup across his face. As the young Viking looked back at his sword, he saw that the entire structure of the blade had shattered almost entirely, leaving the weapon useless.

Hiccup stood there, shocked. The Dragon's Blade had broken in two.

"Not again…" he sighed, dropping the hilt to the ground.

Ivar cackled, pointing his bullhook outwards at Hiccup. "I told you, you could not defeat me, Useless!" he spat. "Your over-confidence has left you exposed, and now I have the better of this fight!"

"So tell me, are you ready to die?"

Before any of them could react however, a sudden blast of lightning from above struck in between the two Vikings, aimed closer to Ivar which resulted in him being sent hurling back from the impact, causing him to land flat on his back.

Hiccup however was shocked and relieved. Judging by the blue colour the lightning gave off, and the way it struck, he knew that this could not have been natural. He turned his eyes towards the sky, and suddenly a smile stretched out on his face. Above him were the familiar figures of Magnus and Thorwind, flying in the air.

"Magnus!" Hiccup called out. "What are you doing here?!"

"Astrid sent me to help you! She was worried!" he replied. "Looks like you are in a rough situation though! Where is your weapon?"

"It's broken!" he replied. "Ivar broke it like a twig, and now I'm defensless!"

For a moment Magnus thought about what he could do to help without having Thorwind accidentally electrocuting Hiccup to death, but then his eyes fell upon his own weapon, Nördar. He knew well that it was stronger than the Dragon's Blade he made for Hiccup, and thus a plan soon began to form in his head.

He unsheathed his blade as he quickly proceeded to toss it down towards Hiccup, tip first, and upon impact, the blade impaled itself into the wooden floor before the young lad, allowing for him to take it up, hilt first.

"Use my blade!" he shouted. "When I give the word, lift it up in the air and wait for Thorwind and I to strike! Alright!?"

Hiccup nodded, taking in the idea of Magnus' strategy. However, the sound of Ivar coughing diverted Hiccup's attention back towards him as he stood to his feet. The older Viking looked back at him with a glaring and wicked look.

His eyes then glanced up towards the sky where the bolt of lightning came from, laying gaze upon Magnus and his Dragon.

"MAGNUS!" he roared, spitting out blood from his mouth. "How dare you intervene, you traitor!"

"I don't know... Doesn't look fair to me! Especially by someone such as yourself who claims to be a God!" Magnus replied back, almost taunting Ivar to throw his bullhook at him. "You have already doomed yourself, Ivar! Prepare to meet your end!"

As Magnus urged Thorwind to get moving, the Skrill let out a roar that thundered the skies before he soon began to fly around the roof of the Great Hall. The lightning in the sky now began to intensify.

Hiccup looked back at Ivar, smirking as he pulled Nördar up and out with ease, spinning the blade in circles to re-adjust his grip. He had almost forgotten how light and strong it was.

"Let's fight…" he said.

Now it all came down to a final round.

Hiccup and Ivar both ran at each other, once more clashing their weapons together in a weapon-lock that became the opposite of a tug of war. However, it was clear that Hiccup had the upper hand this time. Not only did he have excellent leverage with Nördar, but the strong steel that the weapon had made it impossible for Ivar to push back against it.

With a strong heave forward, Hiccup nudged Ivar back before starting another assault on him. Magnus' weapon provided such a great advantage for him. Not only was it still as fast as he remembered, but it was also strong and unbreakable, if not stronger. Every swing and strike he made, Ivar had trouble countering and reflecting, and he knew that perhaps he had underestimated Hiccup.

The younger Viking then began to circle around Ivar, making the fight more difficult for him. Despite the Völsung Chieftain now giving it all he had in striking back, he left himself exposed enough for Hiccup to attack him directly, hitting with blow after blow.

Hiccup made his way up and down, striking Ivar at his arms, his chest, his stomach and waist, and even his plated legs. The strong material proved to be so much that it actually managed to dent through the plated leg supports around Ivar's legs which allowed him to walk, and to this Ivar knew he had messed up, especially since he now found himself lacking the strength to stand with ease.

Ivar breathed rapidly as he felt his right leg fail him. He stared at Hiccup intensely before swinging his bullhook in an arc in an attempt to hit him, but it proved no good.

Hiccup knew that it was now time. Ivar was pinned down, and he had nowhere to go. He looked back at Magnus and Thorwind who both noticed that the Viking King was completely vulnerable, thus they knew that now the moment was upon them.

"Lift the sword, Hiccup!" Magnus called out. "Let's finish this!"

Hiccup nodded, raising Nördar above his head with both his hands, and like so, Thorwind charged up his electricity, and with a great breath he aimed towards the blade and gave it all he had, striking it with a beam of lightning that was so powerful that anyone struck directly would have met their end.

The lad felt Thorwind's lightning hit Nördar, but he was mostly surprised that he was not electrocuted to death by it. Looking back at the sword, he saw sparks and streaks of lightning run up and down the blade. It was so bright that it almost looked like it was glowing.

He then looked back towards Ivar who was still knelt down, struggling to get up. Hiccup's brows lowered as he gripped Nördar with both his hands.

"This is where it ends."

He rushed forward at Ivar, raising the blade above his head as he jumped up into the air as high as he could, leaping towards him. They both roared out their war cries, with Ivar attempting to raise his bullhook up and strike back, but he was too weak and too late. As Hiccup clashed with Ivar, his mighty swing broke his bullhook in two as he guided Nördar downwards, meeting the blade with Ivar before stabbing him directly through the chest with all he had.

What followed was a bright burst of lightning as Ivar screamed in pain from the surging electricity running up and down his body. It was so powerful that it knocked both him and Hiccup back, and as Hiccup hurled back, a bright blue flash from the burst blinded his eyes - causing him to turn away as the light enveloped everything around him…

...

A moment passed by after the blinding light cleared up, and so far, nothing had happened.

Hiccup stood to his feet, wiping himself off of any dust. He then looked back towards the direction of Ivar, giving a surprised but satisfied look upon seeing the state of the now fallen Viking King.

Ivar was on both his knees with Nördar stabbed straight through his chest.

He was slowly bleeding out from all of the cuts and wounds Hiccup gave him, and as the young Viking stepped closer to his fallen opponent, he suddenly noticed a ray of light hit his shoulder; a ray of sunlight.

Looking up, he saw the clouds had started to roll off to the East, and soon the sun was shown in it's full view and glory, shining directly onto Hiccup to which he gave a smile. Funny enough, it was the first time he saw the sun shine over Kattegat in a long time.

The sound of Ivar groaning then caught back his attention. Looking back down, he saw Ivar staring up at him - giving an expression of hatred and defeat as he made an effort to form words with his mouth.

"...You may have won, Hiccup..." he said, wheezing in pain. "But even with your victory- you have lost so much... and I will haunt your dreams until the end of days! So long as there is peace, none of you will be Vikings..."

"Cold… hatreds... will..."

Hiccup watched Ivar immediately falter, falling hard and numbingly on his side. His skin quickly started to turn pale, paler than snow as the life rapidly drained out of him until nothing was left in him. Not a sign of life, and not a single breath from him.

And to that, Ivar the Boneless had fallen, along with his so-called Great Army...

Hiccup sighed, kneeling down to Ivar's corpse as he pulled Nördar out from his broken body. "May you rot in Helheim." he said before slowly standing to his feet.

He then turned around, facing back at the city of Kattegat which was now extinguished, left with nothing to burn. All that remained was smoke from the burnt and crumbled huts and buildings, and as Hiccup walked near the edge, he heard the cheers of the Tribes and his allies in the distance - cheering their hearts out in joy.

Hiccup took a deep breath in, feeling relief overflow him before he lightly let out a relaxed breath of air.

At long last, the war was finally over.

However as he was about to turn around and head for the stairs leading down, he noticed a black winged figure leaping towards him from the corner of his eye, pushing him down flat on his back as it stared down at him. Recognizing the face and its gummy smile, he knew it was Toothless.

"Haha, I'm glad to see you too, Bud!" he replied heartily. "We did it, Toothless. We actually did it! It's finally over..."

The war may be over, but the story is not done just yet.

I plan to make two more chapters before ending this story off, and then after that, I plan for something new that will soon come up.

Either way, I hope this chapter was to your satisfaction!

Thanks for reading!