Three years on

"Woah!" Finn gasped as Buffnut bought down a sword close to his left ear. "Watch it Buffnut!" He snapped at the girl.

"Not my fault you're lousy at this!" She grinned as Gobber yelled at her.

"That's enough Buffnut! Let Finn up" He called. Laughing she stepped aside and let Finn stand up. He rubbed his side where he had fallen. He ran his fingers through his red brown hair and sighed, turning his blue eyes onto Gobber and the other Viking youths. His best friend, Gudrun Ingerman, son of Fishlegs, smiled encouragingly at him whilst Rufflout and Miktak sniggered behind their hands. Rufflout was Snotlout's son, Miktak and Buffnut were Ruffnut's children.

"This is hopeless Gobber. I'm never going to be a great warrior like Mum and Dad."

"Don't think like that lad, there was a time when your father could hardly lift a sword. It'll come to you in time. You're only fifteen. Your father was barely getting to grips with who he was at this age!" This perked him up a bit. A small dragon let out a cry and bounded forwards to greet him.

"Hey Guillotine. You alright girl?" He stroked the young Timberjack and scratched her back which she loved. She let out a happy chirp as Finn's parents flew in.

"Hey Mum, Hey Dad!" He said hurrying over to pet Toothless and Stormfly as his parents' dismounted.

"How's it going son?" Hiccup asked smiling broadly at Finn with his bright green eyes.

"Not great, I'm useless at this fighting lark. I'm alright with the dragons though."

"Don't worry," Astrid said smiling at both Finn and Hiccup with the same blue eyes as Finn "your Dad was exactly the same."

Finn smiled, his parents were the greatest, always encouraging him, never putting him down and helping him anyway they could. He knew that when he became Chief one day, if he was any good at all, it would be thanks to his parents training above all else.

He was lucky to have parents like these.

"You're ready now." Dagur breathed as he looked upon Camicazi and Vott. Vott was now fifteen and well on his way to becoming as fierce as his father. Camicazi though only thirteen, was incredibly beautiful, with blonde hair that glistened in the sunlight and startling green eyes that pierced through you, but she was as fierce as her brother. Beside Camicazi stood a creature of equal beauty and power. It let out a cry and sparked until she reached out a hand to soothe it.

"I still don't like this idea of harnessing him to the ship." She hissed. "I told you, I can ride him and aim far better that way. He hates the harness. It makes him angry and he cries out. If you continue to force it on him he'll strike you down."

"Enough Camicazi. Get him back into the ships hold. Keep him inside. I do not want our presence detected before it must be."

"They're more likely to trust me if I'm seen to ride a dragon. It could be our way in."

"Child, the Skrill is a dragon they fear and hate. Hiccup will kill it on sight for Night Furies and Skrills have a long standing feud. I thought you would not want to risk your beloved dragon?"

She turned and looked and the brilliant purple dragon standing beside her. The dragon raised his narrow head to look at her with his yellow red eyes. The eyes were gentle when they looked upon her but she saw undeniable fear in them too. She stroked his head, running her hand along the crest of spikes that surrounded his face and down the length of his back. He was still only young and so he was not particularly large but he was powerful.

"I will not risk his life for anything." She whispered stroking him lovingly. "But you know I hate seeing him in that harness. You hit him even though you say you hate that Hiccup and his men hit their dragons. You hit him and it's wrong."

Dagur glared at her. His little story about Hiccup's dragons had its flaws, but it had been the only way to get her to help. She had fought him greatly the last three years over the care of the dragon. She had been hit more than the dragon had. Sometimes as punishment for her actions, sometimes because she'd stand between the dragon and the whip. She was strong, she was fierce and bold. She had as much fire within her as her beloved dragon. Her gift with it though, it meant at last the Berserkers had a Skrill that was theirs to command.

"Just remember what you are here for Camicazi. Are you both ready to take on this mission?" He asked of them both. Both Vott and Camicazi nodded.

"Then you leave in the small boat at first light for Berk. Do not fail me."

"We will not let you down father." Vott insisted placing a fist over his heart.

"Hiccup will rue the day he messed with the Berserkers and with dragons." Camicazi spat as she clutched her dragon. Hiccup would not harm her dragon. Nor any other again after she was through with him.