I seemed to have caught some kind of bug and I can't seem to shake it off. I don't catch bugs often but when I do they stick with me for weeks apon end. But anyway enough of my woes. I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter but i'm going to give you a great chapter next week so please bare with me.
Disclaimer:I do not own HTTYD
Stoick told them his plan and they started out towards Berserk Island. It took at least an hour for everyone to grab their weapons and suplies but soon, Stoick rode with Snotlout and Gobber rode with Claw, and they were off.
They flew without any disturbances for a while until FireBreath decided that he didn't want two riders on his back and he did a dive into the ocean. Getting both Claw and Gobber soaked to the bone. After that they traveled silently with a exception of Claw cursing under his breath about his dragon.
It was at least a four hours until they spotted a land mass in the distance. "There it is!" Stated Dawn excitedly.
"Don't go getting all happy yet." Warned Fawn.
"Lighten up a little Fawn, it's not the end of the world yet." Joked Tuffnut.
"Hiccup is our chief! If he gets killed than we're no more than lost children without a home." Snapped Fawn not turning around to look at Tuffnut. The Viking boy gulped a little and decided to keep his mouth shut for the rest of the ride.
They went around the island looking for a safe place to land, but when they saw none, they decided to just jump right on the island and get Hiccup. They flew down to the middle of the forest and decided to wait till dark to save Hiccup and Toothless.
"We'll set up camp than at dusk we'll get ready to move in."Stated Stoick. They wrapped up in blankets too afraid of being caught if they started a fire. They stayed quiet for a long time only speaking once light started to fade away from the sky.
"It's time." Whispered Stoick his voice cracking for not being used. Everybody packed up ready to flee at any moment. The dragons shook the dirt that had embedded itself to their scales and they stretched their aching reptilian wings.
The Vikings had decided to go to the village by foot so they started their slow trek. The dragons trailed behind keeping an eye out for danger.
They walk through the thick woodland that seems to be made up of nothing but dead trees. The forest was deserted and the Vikings where happy when they saw the Berserker village. Quickly they decided who was going to stay with the dragons and wait for a signal to come and help.
"Okay Claw, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Flame, you five will stay here and watch the dragons when you here a Night Fury call, either human made or dragon, then come and get us. Got that." Ordered Stoick. Fawn looked at Claw and Flame and made sure they caught on to her look.
"Don't worry we'll be quiet. We'll just be called dragon sitters." Stated Claw quickly. Fawn nodded and turned to look at the village as the others discussed what would happen. She had a perfect view into the plaza and she could easily see a black dragon and a Viking, both in chains, fighting in the middle of the plaza.
"Um…you guys might want to see this." Stated Fawn loudly her voice breaking. Everybody walked over to where she was and looked at the same place. They gasped as the noticed a glint of silver coming off of the person in chains foot.
"That's Hiccup!" Gasped Astrid.
"No dur!" Snapped Dawn.
"Let's hurry down there and free Hiccup." Said Gobber ready to jump into a fight.
"Okay but we need to take it easy. Hiccup is buying us time with his struggling but still they have a lot more men then we do." Said Stocik starting towards one of the closest buildings. Everybody except for the dragon sitters followed close behind him. They hid behind a building which they expected was the black smiths shop, by the smell of fire and molten metal.
Fawn looked around the corner and gasped, Hiccup who was struggling earlier now was on his knees in front of Dagur. The others looked over the corner too and their eyes widened in fear. Hiccup was still in chains and the cloth was still in his mouth but he had a black eye and his nose was bleeding. Everybody was sure that he had a lot more bruises and scrapes than what they could see.
"On the count of three." Whispered Stoick.
"One…" Said Stoick reading himself as everyone else did the same.
"Two…" Muttered Fawn as she put her hand on the hilt of her sword.
"Three!" Yelled all the Vikings behind the blacksmith's shop. The berserkers jumped in surprised and pulled out their weapons, running at the intruders. Swords were swung and arrows whizzed past everybody's head.
This is not the big war it's just a little battle. (Just wanted to let you know before you expect a three chapter war with blood and guts flying through the air.)