The Past Comes Calling

by Galvatream

Five years after the Red Death was killed. Three years after peace with the Outcasts and Berserkers came. Two years after Hiccup and Astrid were married. Much has changed, but the past will always come back to haunt the present. And Berk's past, is about to bring a world of pain and death. Bonds will be tested, and strength strained. Sequel to Stigende Arrestorde. M for safety

2. Chapter 2

Berk

Hiccup slowly entered the Haddock household. The house had once belonged to his mother and father. When he was married to Astrid, Hiccup's parents moved out. Glancing round, Hiccup smiled, the house once housed many weapons, but when Asger came, it all had to go. Sitting down, Hiccup sighed. A small hand quickly start to tug his left. Glancing down, he watched the small boy, his boy. The blue eyes were Astrid's, his hair and body structure was so much like Hiccup. "Daddy, play" Hiccup groaned. "Asger, I'm exhausted, maybe tomorrow. But not tonight."

Asger widen his blue eyes. "I said no Asger." Asger continued to eye Hiccup. "Asger dear, your dad said not tonight." Astrid spoke, giving the small boy a small warning with her eyes. Asger glanced down. "Why don't you go and find Stormfly or Toothless, they might play with you." Asger let out a breath. "Mummy, I want to play with Daddy." Astrid shook her head. "Asger, you know that your dad works hard each day." Asger walked away in defeat, muttering under his breath. "What was that?" Astrid quickly asked. Asger froze. "Nothing." Astrid narrowed her eyes. "It better be nothing, you know how much we care about you." Asger quickly left. Astrid glanced at Hiccup and chuckled lightly. "Stubborn, like his father." Hiccup glanced towards her. "You can be extremely stubborn too you know."

Astrid shook her head. "You were the one who refused to die so many dies. That's pretty stubborn to me." Hiccup rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to even bother replying to that." Astrid chuckled lightly once more. "Hey, don't you laugh at me, you were the one who believed I wasn't good at anything for sometime, you forget I made your axe and Berk's many defenses and homes." Astrid quickly sat herself next to him. "Hey, at least I admitted you were good at things too." Hiccup leaned back. "Hiccup, you that day you killed Snoutlout, and then woke up sometime afterwards?" Hiccup gave a slight nod. "Well, before you went to fight, I almost said I was worried for you. After you woke up, I almost made my love for you known." Hiccup slowly turned his head. "And what stopped you?" Astrid sighed. "The time didn't feel right, but, after you were eaten by the Red Death, I thought I'd missed my chance. But you still came out alive."

Hiccup gave a small nod. "And it made me realise that either one of us could die at any moment. And, you almost did several times against Dagur, Viggo and Alvin." Hiccup smiled. "But I didn't because I'm the gods champion, destined to fight some unforeseen threat to the Archipelago." Astrid leaned her head against his shoulder. "You know what the gods told me while you were out after the fight with the Red Death?" Hiccup shook his head. "They told me that I'd have to be there for you in your darkest time." Hiccup glanced towards the door. "But when is that darkest time? And when is this threat coming?" Astrid sighed. "I don't know, but we'll be ready to face it when it comes."

Unknown Location

A dark cave sat upon a tall mountain. Dark clouds constantly rolled by, a blackish purple mist covered the entire island. Swarming around, many Shadowflame Terrors moved about. At the docks, a few warships rested. Deep inside the cave, in a room surrounded by purple coloured flaming torches. A man in a black cloak kneeled upon the ground. The heat from the open flames failed to warm the chamber up. The air was constantly cold. The man payed no mind to the cold. He had been through far worse.

Removing the hood of his cloak, the man had light purple skin, his eyes were vermillion in colour. A scar crossed over his left eye. Using one leg to support himself, the man bowed down as a small image formed from the shadows. A man appeared, his eyes gazed upon the man before him. "Lord Draegon, status report." Draegon kept his head down. "My forces have searched Berserker Island and the islands surrounding it. There was no sign of the blade." The man watch Draegon carefully. "You had better not fail Draegon. Find the blade and return to me at once." Draegon glanced up. "All due respect, where is our master? he wanted to be around for the progress reports." The man snorted. "The master is busy with family business, for now, you had better double your pace, else you'll pay with your life." The shadows quickly parted, leaving Draegon alone. Standing up, he turned to a another like him. "Get me Drago Bludfist NOW"