OKAY OKAY OKAY I just wanted to tell everyone that this story will be updated at RANDOM. I will not tell you when I will update this story next, but it probably won't be for another few weeks. This story is one of "those" stories that is giving me a hard time, but yet making me continue. :) So, enjoy this chapter while you wait for the next update. Happy New Year! (it's in a few days, but still!) :D Enjoy! :D
"Where have they been?" said Snotlout. "It's been so boring."
"I know, right?" said Fishlegs. "Astrid, and Hiccup are both gone, including Stoick and Gobber."
"It's so weird," said Ruffnut. "It's almost unsettling."
"Whoa, what does that word mean?" said Tuffnut.
Ruffnut shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "I heard it from Hiccup."
"Well, at least you used it in the proper context," said Fishlegs.
"My what?" said Ruffnut.
"Nevermind," said Fishlegs. "What should we do? I need an idea."
"I have an idea!" said Snotlout.
"No, Snotlout, he meant a good idea," said Ruffnut.
Snotlout glared at her and rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said. "If you don't want to hear a plan that could get us out of this mess."
"For one," said Fishlegs, "we are NOT in a mess. And for another, what's your idea?"
"Well, Hiccup is my cousin, right?" said Snotlout. The others nodded. "Meaning that Stoick is my uncle." The others nodded again. "Meaning also that if something happened to Hiccup, I would be the heir. And if then something happened to Stoick, I would be chief, and since-"
"Snotlout, just cut to the chase!" said Fishlegs.
"Okay," said Snotlout. "With Hiccup gone, and Stoick gone as well, then I guess that makes me the acting Chief!"
"Oh no, we're doomed," Ruffnut groaned.
"Now hang on a minute!" said Snotlout, cutting her off before she finished her complaint (or another one began). "As acting Chief, I can order you guys around."
"How is this a plan?" Fishlegs questioned.
"I can order you guys to go and look for Hiccup, Stoick, Astrid and Gobber!" said Snotlout.
"You know, Snotlout," said Fishlegs, "we would have gone willingly. You really don't need to be acting Chief in order to talk us into saving our friends."
"Oh," said Snotlout, frowning. "Yeah, well, there's that too, but that just seems too simple."
"Okay," said Fishlegs, facepalming. "So we will go look for them. When do we leave?"
"Now," said Snotlout. "In secret, that way no one looks for us."
"Well, they'll still look for us, maybe," said Ruffnut.
"But it's not like they'll miss us," said Tuffnut. "Ha ha, I like it! Let's do it!" The twins jumped on their dragons a fistpumped.
"Yeah!" they shouted in unison.
"Okay okay, shhh, keep your voices down!" said Snotlout. "We are supposed to be doing this in secret."
"Oh, right, sorry," said Tuffnut. Pause. "What does secret mean again? Sorry, I forgot."
"Nevermind," said Snotlout. "Let's just go."
They mounted their dragons, and then headed off, not knowing exactly where they were heading, or where to head in general. They flew straight, in the same direction, not going even an inch to the left or right.
"What are we looking for?" said Tuffnut. "What if Hiccup, Astrid, Stoick and Gobber are in trouble, or something?"
"We'll look for anything unnatural," said Snotlout.
"Um...does that count as unnatural?" Fishlegs asked, pointing to the left.
"What are you...oh," said Snotlout. "What is that?"
"It looks like...an armada," said Fishlegs. He gasped. "Wait...an armada?"
"Let's check it out," said Tuffnut. "And if it turns out it has to be something we need to worry about, we'll blow it up!"
"Ugh," said Fishlegs. "Let's just go."
They headed in the direction of the ships; battle ships. That's what they were. And there were over fifty of them, complete with men on the decks, hollering to their comrades to do different chores.
"Stay low," said Snotlout. And so they did, heading straight towards the ships.
Unfortunately, the whole "stay low" principal didn't exactly, per say, "cover it."
"FIRE!" people on the ships shouted. Before the dragon riders could even begin to maneuver their dragons into an opposite direction, bolas were fired. They couldn't dodge in time, either. Snotlout tried, but failed. Tuffnut and Ruffnut tried, but failed. Fishlegs tried, but failed. The bolas wrapped around the dragons, and then they plummeted towards the ships.
They landed on the ships with a crash. Men charged at them, tying the dragons down while yanking the riders out from the traps' girths.
"HEY!" Snotlout shouted. "What are you doing!? Get your hands off of me!"
"Meatlung!" Fishlegs shouted as his dragon, and the others, were shot with tranquilizer darts. The dragons stopped struggling, falling to the ground with thuds and moans.
"Uncool," Tuffnut shouted. "NOT COOL, DUDES! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Instead of answering, the crowd of soldiers parted into a sort of hallway, making way for two men. One of them was tall, with long, black hair, and the other was slightly on the shorter side, walking briskly behind the man to keep up with him.
"Dragon riders," the black haired one spoke. He turned to the shorted one, and approached. The shorter one cowered, people moving out of his way. "You said there were only two!" the first one shouted. "And now...there are six. How many are there really, Eret!?"
"An entire island!" Snotlout spoke up, not so sure why he did so. "An entire island full of dragon riders! We are only few of them!"
"Yeah!" Tuffnut agreed. "Tons of them back on Berk, though!"
"BERK!?" the first one shouted.
"It's no problem, Drago!" Eret stepped forward. "I assure you, my men will work on it!"
"I don't want you to assure me anything," said Drago. "You call yourself a dragon trapper. You are the exact opposite." He grabbed Eret and threw him across the deck of the ship. "Lock them up!" Drago shouted. "All of them! NOW! First, we march on the nest, and then..." He cackled. "We march...on BERK!"