"Drago's…army…is…attacking!" He yelled, pointing on the horizon. Stoick looked at Valka worriedly before the three of them sprinted out of the house and narrowed their eyes. Gobber was right. His army was attacking with the new Alpha by their side.

"Load the catapults!" Stoick ran down to the village, his wife following behind, while shouting commands. "Archers get in position!" He yelled to the big crowd by the armory where a big crowd was. Men and women stepped aside to let the archers get their weapons before them. "Sound the alarm!" Stoick didn't know how to take the situation at hand. He was angry and distracted. He felt powerless even with the power he held.

They were supposed to prepare for a funeral and suddenly their greatest enemy shows up on the horizon with a dragon that could make the whole island into an ice sculpture in seconds. He was stressed. His mound clouded with anger and worry mixed together. He was angry about the interruption and worried that his army would come back for revenge. Of course he knew the moment they set foot on the docks; they would be calling for his head. But that wasn't his biggest concern. He didn't care for his own life now that all of Berk's population was in danger. The Hooligan could go extinct.

Stoick cupped his mouth and shouted, "Women and children to the Great Hall!" He turned to his wife and grabbed her by her shoulders. "You go with them. Make sure they're safe."

"No, I'm staying here with you," She argued.

"I'm not losing you again Val! Go with the others and take Hiccup with you. After this is over, we'll continue as planned," he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Maybe there will be more."

Valka wanted to continue arguing with her husband. She needed to help to fight. They needed her now that they were one rider less. "Alright. Just promise me you'll be careful," She smiled as Stoick cupped her cheek and gave her lips a peck before running off to prepare their defense.

She sighed, taking Bucket and Mulch with her up to their house. They pulled the covers over Hiccup's body again and started carrying him up to the Great Hall. Valka walked in the background, looking back to the horizon. She had- no. She would help them whether it meant disobeying her husband's, the chief's orders.

After taking Hiccup to the healers room and laying him down on one of the spare beds, she rushed out of the Great Hall, whistled for her four winged dragon and prepared herself for what was to come.

By the time their ranged defense was set, Drago's army was in reach. They aimed their catapults, aimed their arrows at the ships, but their attacks barely made a dent in the ships. A few men fell overboard, laid still or were either knocked out from the impact of boulders coming their way. The alpha noticed their struggled and used its tusks to crush the boulders mid-air and its icy breath to stop the arrows.

Stoick flew over to the archers on the back of his dragon, staying in the air to save himself some time. "Save your ammo for later!" He yelled. By watching his opponent's defense, the way their Alpha protected them, he knew it was useless. "Catapults stop firing and get ready for their soldiers!" His men shouted back in acknowledgement of his command and drew their axes and sword, maces and hammers before getting positions. Just as they did, Eret and his fleet docked on Berk.

They marched up in groups, holding shields in front of them in case of ambushes from long distance warriors. Eret walked in the front as Stoick did with his own men. They stopped. A good distance in between them. Both glared daggers at one another. Stoick wanted to yell and shout, release his anger on the army for daring to show up on Berk. And Eret wanted nothing else than his men; to revenge their leader.

"Leave this island alone," Stoick growled, not taking his eyes away from Eret's.

"You killed our leader. Your murdered him," Eret growled back at him.

"He murdered my son. Berk's future-

"No," Eret cut him off. "Your son murdered himself by even trying to reason with him. You were just too blind to see that. Now look what has come out of your choices. Consequences for not only you, but you're tribe as well."

"My tribe isn't the only ones who will have fallen warriors. If anything, your will have more," Stoick spat, unsheathing his sword. Eret mirrored his movements. "ATTACK!" Stoick yelled out to his people as he lunged at Eret. He was caught off guard as Eret unsheathed another sword and went for his head. Stoick barely dodged it.

Eret snickered, swinging with his right, blocking Stoick's sword with his left. He slashed Stoick's cheek and the two parted in the middle of the battle field.

"You have some guts showing up here, lad," Stoick growled, running towards him as Eret did the same. He swung his sword over his head and Eret had no other choice but to block it with both swords to prevent himself cut in two halves.

Eret struggled to keep up with the chief's strength, but gave it a last push and successfully parted from him. He quickly took a turn and went for his stomach. His blades barely sliced Stoick's armor. "I would've died for Drago if it meant he could live on. He gave us shelter, he gave us food, and he gave us a home when ours were burnt to the ground."

"That is your excuse for joining that mad man?" Stoick growled. "Of all the people you decided to join, it had to be him?" Stoick dodged his sword and plunged his own towards Eret's chest. Eret blocked it in an instant with both his swords and went for his head, but Stoick punched him, sending him stumbling to the ground.

Stoick went for the kill. He jumped up with his sword above his head. Their swords clang together, but Stoick had the advantage. He pressed with his whole body, coming closer and closer to his chest.

Eret gritted his teeth as the tip was by his neck. He kicked Stoick off, rolled away as he came once again. "He was the only one who accepted us. Tribes never take in packs of people, but a lonely leader who seeks followers does."

They ran toward each other, jumping up in the air to fight for power over the other. For a few seconds, they parried in the air, trying to put most weigh on the opposite to pin him down, but instead the exact opposite happened. The force was so great both Vikings fell backwards.

A long distance was created in between them as they fell on their backs. They tried their quickest to stand back up, and when they finally were on their feet a sudden thunder was heard from above. Both looked up but were surprised to find the sky cleared of clouds.

"What the-

Suddenly black smoke crashed down between them, sounding as if a heavy man jumped down from a cliff. The ground shook violently beneath their feet. The fighting between the two tribes stopped abruptly. Stoick stepped away as the dark smoke created a figure out of itself. His eyes widened in horror as everyone else.