Dragon Friend (sequel to the dragon boy) Chapter 4 - Lockdown
frostcup fanfic

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Hiccup didn't expect their arrival to go unnoticed, and he wasn't disappointed. The Vikings came flooding out at the sound of the returning Night Fury.

Normally he was a quiet flyer, but Toothless was deliberately calling them out, being as loud as possible, to create a big entrance. People came out from everywhere to see the returning race champion duo- and once they saw they saw the black dragon, they saw the white one.

"Jack?" "It's Jack!" "Jack's back!" The mutterings spread, and soon even more Vikings came out. Jack, loving all the attention, roared up at the sky, and caused a light snowfall to drift down.
'You know it's Spring, right?' Hiccup reminded him. Jack gave the mental equivalent of a shrug, and went down to meet his adoring crowd. The Sky Dragon was quite the celebrity on Berk.

Normally, Hiccup was the one who got swamped when he returned, but today it was Jack. Hiccup didn't mind- it was nice to be able to dismount without a load of people swarming round you. Besides, the company did Jack good. After just over a year on his own, and a pretty stressful morning, he needed a bit of attention.

Hiccup left him to it, and went to find his dad- he needed to tell him about the trappers. He sent Jack a mental message about what he was doing, and recieved a dim acknowledgement in return- too busy soaking up the spotlight to pay much attention to him.

Hiccup smiled, as he felt Jack's happiness at the company of others, and returned himself to the task at hand. Where would his dad be nowadays? He seemed to help out in the forge. They'd recently upgraded it to make saddles, and other riding gear, and it was pretty much all hands on deck- the whole island was clamouring to get their hands on the latest developed saddles.

Hiccup wasn't looking forwards to going up to the forge, since he was, sort of, not doing his job, quite as often as Gobber would've liked. But, still, his dad should know about the trappers.

A blast of heat hit him as he entered the forge. He found his dad almost immediately- the big, somewhat rotund, heavily bearded chief was hard to miss.
"Um, Dad." He began. Stoick turned to him.
"Ah, Hiccup! Finally made the big descicion?" He asked. Oh great, it seemed wherever he went, he just couldn't avoid thinking about it.
"Er, no. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something I-." 'ahem.' He heard Jack silently coughing in the back of his mind. "We, found today."

His dad looked out of the forge window, and noticed the white haired boy- he'd picked up on the silent prompt, and recognising it as the Sky Dragon communicating with his son.
"Oh, I didn't know Jack was back." He commented. Jack turned, and waved- he knew he was being talked about. Stoick continued. "I expect that was him interfering with the race this morning. You know, I'm not sure I can let you have a full victory for that. Mr Hofferson keep going on about having 'an unfair advantage'."
"Dad." Hiccup stopped him in mid rant. He'd been standing there arms crossed, waiting for his dad to remember he had something to say. Silent laughter bounced in the back of his mind, as he became vaguely aware of Jack saying hello to young Freya.

She wasn't little anymore. She was about the same age as Hiccup had been when he first met Jack, and was quickly building up just as much attitude as Astrid had at the same age. But, she was going a little soft on the attitude with her childhood hero.

Blinking back to the forge, Hiccup noticed his dad was looking at the floor, in slight embarrassment.
"Ah, yes, you wanted to talk." He remembered, throwing aside the dirty rag he was holding, and turning to listen.
"Yeah. Look, just now, Jack I were flying, and we came across some people." He started.
"Did they fire at you? Is that what's troubling you? Because not everyone welcomes the dragons like we do." He informed.
"Yeah, I know, but it wasn't like that. These guys- they were trappers." He said, if he thought Stoick was going to be surprised by this, he was wrong.

Gobber's voice came floating in from across the workshop.
"Dragon trapping isn't that uncommon, you know, Hiccup. Stoick here used to hire a few to clear some of the dragons." He casually told him.
"Gobber!" Stoick complained.
"What? It was in the past, Stoick. We've made peace with the beasts now- Grump, stoke the fires for me, would ya." He ordered his large "lazy lump of a dragon". The said dragon spat out a blast of fire, which hit the rim of the furnace- stoking the fires, but accidently setting the workshop on fire as well.

Gobber sighed, and pulled a well used lever that dropped water onto the flames.
"Good lad." He muttered. Stoick turned round like it was case closed, and he was ready to go back to work.
"No, wait, dad- there was something else. The person they were working for. They said he was raising a dragon army. Ah, what was his name..." He asked Jack, but all got was
'Don't ask me. I wasn't paying attention to those hornless lunatics.' Hiccup was slightly taken back by this- it was the first time he'd heard Jack use a dragon curse word. Hornless was the dragon equivalent of a coward- he must really hate those trappers. Suddenly, he remembered the name of their employer.
"Drago Bloodiest." He told his dad- wait, that didn't quite sound right.

"Drago Bloodfist." His dad whispered in horror. That was it- hold on, what? How did his dad know that?
"You know him?" Hiccup asked. He'd never seen his dad look so worried- bar the time the Nightmare almost got him... and the time Red Death came rampaging out of its cave, were things really that bad?

He ran out of the workshop, and towards the bunker.
"Shut the gates! Lock the stables!" He yelled, several Vikings rushed to follow his orders.
"Wait, what?" Hiccup said, following him.
'What's he saying?' He heard Jack querying.
"Lock down the island. I want every dragon grounded, now!"
'Grounded?!' Jack repeated, in disbelief- he heard that clearly enough.
'He can't be serious?!' He said in astonishment.

"Hold on- dad, what? Why are you-" Hiccup began to ask.
"We need to protect our own." The chief replied, before he even finished asking the question.
"All because of this Drago person?" Hiccup asked.
"Drago Bloodfist isn't any normal person, Hiccup. He's a ruthless killer, who'll stop at nothing, to control everything, and everyone. He destroyed almost the entire board of chiefs, because we refused to bow down to him. Only I survived!" He said it angrily, but there was an underlying sadness to his voice. Jack was stunned silent- the only survivor... he could relate to that, those words hit him hard.

"We need to prepare for war." Stoick said, grave but determined. War?! Hiccup thought. No, war was a terrible idea! How could his dad even suggest it!

"What, no. We should go to him- maybe we could try to make peace with him." Stoick turned to him.
"War is what he wants, son. You can't negotiate with people like that." He told his stunned son.
"Peace is over, Hiccup. We need to get ready for war." He muttered somewhat apologetically, and went off to oversee the preparations.

Hiccup just stood there- how could somebody want war? Perhaps his dad had got him all wrong. Nobody wants a war. If he only go talk to him, he felt certain he could change his mind about dragons- if could change the mind of Stoick the Vast, he could change anyone's mind. He wasn't about to stand around, and wait for war. It could be avoided. He could stop all of this before it even began. he would find a way to keep the peace.

He turned, and mounted Toothless- the ever loyal dragon was now never more than a few steps away from his side. Urging him towards the rapidly closing gates of the bunker, he heard his dad, outraged, shouting his name.
"Hiccup!" Then Toothless flew through the narrow gap, and escaped- his voice faded into thin air.

Great, he was not going to be happy when he got back.
'So, my fellow escapee. Where to?' He heard a casual voice drift in from the back of his mind, and watched as a white scaled dragon slid in to fly beside his Night Fury.

'Jack, what?' Hiccup wondered.
'What? You didn't seriously think I'd stay did you? Ha, no one keep me grounded.' He said, with a hint of triumph. 'You should have seen Astrid's face when she realised she was grounded, and saw we'd escaped. It was priceless.' He chuckled, Hiccup inwardly groaned. Brilliant, now he'd actually get a punch in the face, when he got back- two, if you count the one he'd get from his dad.

'So where to?' Jack repeated.
'North.' He replied. 'We need to find Drago, and to do that, we need to find his trappers.

Little did they know, the trappers had already made their way back to Drago, and were trying to think of any way to keep Drago from taking their lives... and at that point, a dagger was presented, with an extraordinary tale.

A tale of a dragon, who became a boy, and a dragon rider who rode a Night Fury...

... who left behind a dagger, bearing the Berk crest.