Previously In HTTYD: The Terrible Duo

"So... Let's go find ourselves a Night Fury?"

"Let's, Marcus. Once we find that Night Fury, Bring it's heart to my father and prove myself to my father."

I ran after him and prayed to Odin that we won't die.

Location: Boat docks

"Heave!"

The morning sun shone brightly at the village of Berk. Vikings were all around getting ready. Stoick walked to the docks while glancing at the sight before him, with his adviser behind him.

"They're getting bolder." Stoick stated, referring to the dragons. "At this rate, We won't have enough food to last the winter." He said.

His adviser peeked from behind him. "Should we send out hunting parties?" He suggested. Stoick shook his head. "For what? The devils already picked the island clean." He pointed out. A ship then approached the docks. Stoick hoped they bared good news and asked "Please tell me you have good news."

The captain shook his head in disappointment. "Another two ships lost and still no sign of the beasts." He said.

Well... hoped was the key word...

Stoick sighed. "They're close. They mock us by treating our village like hunting grounds. I can almost smell them..." He mused. "Continue the search." He ordered, walking back to the village.

"With what? We're not just low on boats, We're low on men." Said his adviser. "Then pull from the defenses." Stoick argued. His adviser merely looked hesitant. "And leave the village unprotected?" He warned.

"We'll train replacements. This is a crisis." He said. This is the final straw. He had enough of all the beasts terrorizing his people. "We need all hands on deck." He commanded firmly.

"All hands?" His adviser repeated. Stoick viewed the harbor and saw that everyone was looking at one direction... Stoick glanced at where they were all looking at and saw the silhouette of teenagers. They were spotted and fled. But not before hearing that they'll be training replacements. Soon... They'll join the fight... It is, as they all say, The Viking Way.

Stoick walked casually towards the square. There, He spotted gobber humming to himself... 'What did he do now?' He thought. "I trust hiccup is safe and not causing trouble while in the forge?" He demanded.

Gobber slightly jumped due to the surprise of The chief's presence but managed to regain composure. "Aye. Just left Hiccup to his own business. You know, being with Astrid and all. But don't worry about it. Marcus is there to keep him away from trouble... Probably." He answered, unsure if what he say is even true. After all, They're not called the "Trouble making duo" for nothing.

"Good. Come with me to the hall. We have a meeting and I need everyone to attend." Stoick said.

Gobber looked slightly confused. "A meeting? About what?" He asked.

"The nest." Gobber didn't need to be told twice. He called out to the other Vikings to meet at the hall.

'Soon... We'll finally be rid of the devils once and for all.' Stoick thought as he prepared for the meeting.

Great Hall(Or Mead hall whatever you want to call it)

Everyone attended as expected. Of course, There are others that were hesitant. Those others were people who were concerned for their families and others. Stoick led the front. "Either we finish them or they'll finish us!" He shouted.

Mutters of agreement from the crowd. Nodding of heads and murmurs of approval.

"It's the only way we'll be rid of them!" He said. He looked down at the map before him. "If we find the nest and destroy it the dragons will leave. They'll find another home." He dove a dagger stabbing the map where the fog and the dragons were located. "One more search. Before the ice sets in." Stoick said.

"Those ships never come back." A voice pointed out. Mumbles and whispers can be heard among the crowd. It may be finally a dream come true to finally be rid of the dragons. But to be lost in the seas and at the mercy of whatever comes across you... Many shuddered at the thought.

"We're Vikings. It's an occupational Hazard." Stoick stated(In other words, "We're Vikings. We're the most stubborn people around the archipelago). "Now who's with me?" He asked. Many were still hesitant, whispering to each other. Stoick knows something that could do the trick.

"Alright. Those who stay will look after Hiccup and Marcus." He said(Well, threatened for most Vikings). "To the ships!" All that were in the hall raised there hands. Hiccup was bad enough, but put those two together they can cause quite the trouble. All would probably face dragons than deal with those two. For Stoick, He felt a bit heart broken. Using his son to persuade his people was not something he would rather do again... After all, What kind of a father does that? "Now that's more like it." He said to the "willing" participants.

Everyone left the hall to prepare. "Right. I'll pack my undies." Gobber said and followed Stoick. "No. I need you to stay and train the recruits." Stoick replied, sitting next to him.

"Oh great, and while I'm busy. Hiccup cover the stall. Molten steel, razor sharp blades, Lots of time to himself. What could possibly go wrong?" Gobber remarked dryly taking a swig from his drink.

Stoick Immediately went parent mode. "What am I going to do with him, Gobber?" He asked. Sensing his friend's situation, He suggested "Put him In training with the others."

"No, I'm serious." Stoick replied. Oh boy... Here we go again. "So am I." Gobber said back. Stoick didn't budge. "He'd be killed before you let the first dragon out of It's cage." Stoick said.

Gobber snorted. "Oh you don't know that." Stoick remained "Mr. Know-all". "I do actually." "No you don't." Gobber argued back. "Yes I do." Stoick threw back.

Fed up with his friend's stubborn attitude, "No you don't!" He shouted.

Stoick sighed. "Look... You know what He's like. From the time he could crawl, He's been... different." Another sigh escaped Stoick's mouth. "He doesn't listen. He has the attention span of a sparrow. I take him fishing and he goes hunting for... For trolls!" He said.

"Hey, Trolls exist! They steal you're socks! But only the left ones. What's with that?" Gobber stated.

'Though I have a suspicion that Marcus is somehow connected to this due to the fact that he keeps snickering when I complain about those socks.'

" Besides, why are you worrying so much? Marcus will cover for him." Gobber argued. What he said is true. Marcus will probably wound the dragon to submission should it even think of harming hiccup using his sharp daggers.

Stoick ignored him and went on to one his "great" tales on how he became a Viking. "When I was a boy..." He started. "Oh here we go." Gobber replied dryly.

"My father told me to bang my head against a rock and I did it! I thought it was crazy but I didn't question him. And you know what happened?"

Gobber, who was too busy fishing out his fake tooth from his mug, only deadpanned. "You got a headache."

Stoick ignored his friend's sarcastic humor and continued on. "That rock split in two. It taught me what a Viking could do, Gobber. He could crush mountains. Level forests. Tame seas!" He sat again.

"Even as a boy, I knew what I was, What I had to become. Hiccup is not that boy." Stoick sighed. Gobber looked at him. "You can't stop him, Stoick. You can only prepare him. I know it seems hopeless but the truth is, You won't be always around to protect him! He's going to get out there again. He's probably out there now!" Gobber stated.

Stoick took deep thoughts on Gobber's words. He knew it was true. Besides, Hiccup might finally find a way to prove himself in dragon training. And, as Gobber said, Marcus was always there to bail him out of trouble.

Little did they know that what Gobber said couldn't be anymore true...

Somewhere In the forest

Hiccup sighed as another location was crossed off his personal notebook. Frustrated, Hiccup furiously sketched his "pencil" everywhere in the Notebook angrily. Hiccup sighed and closed His notebook.

"Oh the gods hate me, Marcus." He told me. I rolled my eyes. 'The gods don't hate you, Hiccup. It's just our rotten infamous bad luck giving us a hard time. Again.' I thought frustrated. We must've been searching for HOURS!

"Some people lose their knife or a mug. But no! We managed to lose an entire dragon! How could we miss a black scaled Night fury In a green coloured forest! This is ridiculous! No, Beyond ridiculous!" He ranted.

In his frustration, Hiccup swatted away a branch. As half expected, The branch swung back and Hit Hiccup on the eye, who yelped in pain. Concerned, I ran over to him to see if he was okay. No life threatening injuries. Thank the gods. My eyes glared at the branch and eventually the tree that holds the branch. What I saw next was something quite bizarre.

The tree was bent as if something heavy crashed into it. Then there was the dirt that formed a path. Hiccup noticed this too and climbed down the path. I followed after. We peeked over and saw...

We ducked below and gasped. "Night Fury." I whispered. We peeked again to see the night fury. Hiccup clumsily took out his dagger and climbed down the slope. I followed him again. We slowly inched towards the dragon. Both of us knowing we were either walking towards a bright future Or a terrifying demise.

To say the Night Fury was awful is an understatement. It looked... Pitiful. It's body was wrapped around the bola shot by the launcher.

"Oh wow..." I heard Hiccup mutter. Oh wow indeed...

"I- I did it! This fixes everything! Yes, I-!" I cleared my throat. "I mean, We have brought down this mighty bea-!" Hiccup was Interrupted by the dragon moaning and shoved hiccup away from itself. This, In turn, almost scared the living daylights out of the both of us. Mostly hiccup because he was sent back and gasped. The dragon was conscious...

He inched closer, dagger in hand. I got closer. We scanned the body and until we stopped at It's head. It's toxic green eyes stare at our very souls. We stared at it. It stared at us. I can feel a heavy feeling in my chest. This creature... No, this majestic dragon we shot from the sky... It was injured...

"I'm going to kill you, dragon." Hiccup muttered. I stared at him wide eyed. Is he serious? Surely, He must've seen the pain in It's eyes.

"I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking... I'm a Viking! Hiccup proclaimed in a tone that clearly says whether he believes himself or not... I stared at the dragon's eyes again, unable to look away.

Hiccup raised the dagger over the dragon. 'No... Hiccup don't.' I thought with worry. I bit my lips and gave him a look to stop. Hiccup glanced at the dragon's eyes again. I did as well. It didn't took a genius to see the emotions running rampant in the eyes of the dragon... When I looked at the Monstrous Nightmare's eyes, even if it was just a second, I saw fear... It was also the same emotion that this dragon holds.

I looked at Hiccup as he raised his dagger. I can see he was struggling with himself. Hiccup shook his head and raised the dagger again. The dragon merely slumped It's head to the ground. And that's what hit me like a punch from Stoick the Vast himself. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned my back away from the dragon. Inside, My mind was struggling to comprehend and my heart felt like It was torn in two.

I looked at Hiccup and saw him lower his dagger. He felt the same. "I did this..." He muttered again.

"Come on, Hiccup. Let's turn back." I said. Hiccup shook his head. "No... I have to free it." He replied. I stared at him in shock. Release the dragon? Is he crazy?!

Before I could voice my thoughts, Hiccup crouched and cut the ropes one by one. I can see the ropes loosen and can't help but feel a sense of dread. As another rope was cut, The dragon lunged at us as quick as lightning. It pinned us to the ground using it's paws. We gasped in fear and silently prayed to Odin that It'll make our death quick. Funny how the tables have turned.

We stared at the dragon's toxic green eyes and It stared at Ours. It slowly raised it's head and we thought It was going to fry us... We waited for the blast and closed our eyes... Nothing...? The sharp pain that was supposed to happen didn't come. We opened our eyes and saw the Night fury glare at us before letting out an ear piercing scream. My ears rang as if a dragon roared close to it. Oh wait, That did happen.

The dragon flew off into the forest. Hiccup gasped and let out a sigh in relief. The dragon roared as it flew farther away in the forest.

We stood up. Hiccup started to walk away but suddenly fainted and fell to the ground. I, on the other hand, tried to stay awake. What was that? It didn't kill us? Why? More importantly, Why not?

I looked at Hiccup's unconscious form and picked him up, carrying him over my shoulders. Sometimes, It doesn't pay to be me...

We neared the village and Hiccup regained consciousness. We entered the village, parted ways while waving to each other good bye. Hiccup ran back to his house and I to mine. There was only one thing left in mind...

'I just hoped that Swift wouldn't get angry at me...'

A/n: So... I know this chapter seemed to be a bit... short(In comparison). Anyway, As always, to all readers, reviewers and followers of this story: Thank you! And I'll be sure to try and make you proud of my story! And by the way, Who could swift be? (Evil laughter)! Find out in the next chapter!