Well, this is it, the second official chapter. I know it has been several months since I updated as I just haven't been very dedicated to this story, however, I watched HTTYD again recently, and decided that maybe I should continue this. I've been whittling away at this all summer, but I finally just decided to finish this before summer runs out. This is actually the third version of this chapter I have written, as I wasn't happy with the previous two versions.

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Travis stood panting in the middle of the testing range, the wrecked heaps of what used to be combat drones laying around him, leaking hydraulics fluid and sparking randomly. Targets: Terminated.

He looked at his palms, glancing at the glowing repulsor disks. They were supposed to be simply flight stabilizers, but in the heat of the fight, he'd fired at one of the drones and destroyed the plating on its side, effectively killing it. He wondered how he didn't see this use when he designed them. He shrugged, he'd have to look into it later. For now he needed to get on with the flight tests. Lucky for him, his dad had some friends inside the FAA, so he rang them up and managed to get a twenty minute window where no aircraft would be flying through the airspace. It was just enough time to flight test the suit. He glanced around at the sky. It was completely overcast, so as long as he stayed above the cloud layer, he would remain unseen.

Travis glanced at his palms one more time before leaning his head back and extending his arms out to his sides. He took a deep breath, then triggered the suits thrusters. He already knew how to handle the suit in flight. With his seemingly limitless reserves of money, he had managed to build a simple simulator that would help teach him how the armor would react once in the air. Despite logging almost 30 hours on the sim and managing to nail down the mechanics of flight, he was nervous. He'd been skydiving before and knew the feeling of free-fall, but this was different, and he knew it. He felt himself pressed into the armor as it shot into the air, and at that moment the adrenalin rush hit him full force. He wasn't sure if he was feeling sheer terror, or having the most fun of his life. He briefly wondered whose voice was yelling in the background before it struck him that it was his own. As he punched through the cloud layer, he moved his arms, sending himself into a series of corkscrews before he leveled out. Gasping for air, he glanced down at the clouds below, watching them rocket past. He experimented with moving different parts of his body, and seeing what the suit did in response. This was flying as humans had always imagined it.

"Alright Marv, let's see how fast this thing can go." He brought up his GPS system to check his location, and then banked towards the ocean. It was handy to live in Florida. With water on all sides except north, he had a near unlimited aerial test range out to sea. He was flying subsonic, but it still didn't take very long to reach the shoreline, his GPS guiding him the whole way. Once he was two miles out to sea, he descended below the clouds and started circling.

"Marv, keep me posted on my airspeed, I'd like to know how this thing does."

Will Do.

He gunned the thrusters. He grunted as he was forced into the armor, he knew that as inertia caught up to him he wouldn't feel it, but for now it was pretty uncomfortable.

300 miles per hour. He gritted his teeth.

400 miles per hour. He yelled as the ocean sped by below him.

500 miles per hour. The water was nothing but a blur at this point.

600 miles per hour. "HELL YEAH!"

700 miles per hour. You are approaching Mach 1. He didn't dare twitch for fear he would send himself into the water.

800 miles per hour. You have broken Mach 1. That was enough for him…

He chopped the power to his thrusters, popped his speed brakes and put his hands out in front of him, firing his repulsors to slow down. It took him about a mile to do so, but he managed. He hovered in the air and looked around. His instruments said he was already seventeen miles out to sea.

For only one minute of flight. Wow. He flipped up his faceplate and inhaled the crisp night air. No matter how good the climate control inside the suit was, the air still got a little stale after a while. He closed his helmet and brought up his navigator. He considered turning around and flying back to shore, but he still wanted to mess around. After a quick location check, he realized he was only about 7 miles from one of the sides of the Bermuda Triangle. Heh Heh, worth a shot… It's just a myth anyway.

"Hey Marv, were headed for the triangle, how much you wanna bet anything interesting happens?"

Honestly sir, I think nothing at all will happen, it IS just fiction.

"You're no fun."

I was never meant to be.

As Travis crossed into the triangle, he noticed how the clouds appeared to be receding, leaving a clear night sky ahead of him. He banked right, heading deeper into the "triangle". Despite all signs that nothing was up, he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. No matter how much he didn't believe in it, there was still a certain feeling of apprehension when daring fate to strike you down like he was now.

He had been flying for about 15 minutes when he decided to turn around and head back. What had started as a scenic trip had turned boring quickly. With nothing but water to look at, he was about to fall asleep (and he needed to go really f***ing bad…). It was at about that point he noticed something. His digital compass was spinning in circles, and his GPS display was starting to fade into static. He had no idea where he was.

"Uh, Marv what the hell is going on with my instruments?" They were all starting to fade into static, and his viewscreen appeared garbled. He could see where he was going, but it was incredibly distracting.

There are high amounts of electro-magnetic interference in the area. All electronic navigation systems are currently disabled. "Dammit! Can you at least manually guide me out?" I wish I could sir, but with the navigation systems down, I am as lost as you.

To make matters worse, Travis noticed that while he was panicking about being unable to navigate, a thick yellowish fog had rolled in obscuring his vision. He'd heard tales about this stuff, it just came out of nowhere and swallowed whoever was unlucky enough to be caught inside it. Just like me. Not a comforting thought…

"Marv! I installed a distress beacon in the suit, correct?" You did, sir. "Turn it on; if I don't make it out of this, I at least want my dad to have a body."

He turned on the radio and began speaking.

"To anyone that can hear this, my name is Travis Lawson, I am lost somewhere in the area nicknamed the "Bermuda Triangle", I was flight testing a suit of powered combat armor when my instruments began to fail. My other suit systems are failing one by one, I don't know how much longer I'll last. I'm not even sure my radio is working. Send out a search effort, if you find my body, cremate me and scatter my ashes in my workshop." He turned off the radio and inhaled deeply. He was going to die, he was sure of it.

Travis watched helplessly as the suit shut down little by little. He attributed it to his extremely high stress levels, but his chest was starting to get an odd buzzing feeling. He decided to give escaping one last try. He leveled out and slammed his repulsors to full power, flying in any direction just hoping to get out alive. His hopes were severely shaken when he felt the armor shuddering and shaking, plus that chest buzzing feeling was getting stronger… It occurred to him it felt almost like a light electrical current moving through him… what the hell? He glanced at his energy readout and almost choked. He had expected to be bleeding off energy like a dying pig, but the reactor was verging on overload! The heavily electrical interference in the air was causing the reactor to overcharge itself, which if power was not drained off or the reactor shut down, would result in a massive energy flux and fry the suit. Possibly his synapses to… "SHIT! Marv! Shut down the reactor! NOW!" He heard no response. "Marv! Are you there? I said SHUT IT DOWN!" He began zig-zagging around, desperately hoping to find a way out. Here he was, lost in the middle of the ocean, trapped in a rapidly failing metal coffin, with no clue where he was, AND NO F***ING COPILOT! The suit shuddered again and he felt the repulsors faltering. Then he got an idea. If he shot straight up, he could rise above the fog and possibly escape the electrical interference. He didn't know how high up it went, but he made the suit with an airtight seal, so if he wound up in space (as unlikely as it was), he'd be ok. It was his last chance at living, so it was worth a try. He quickly changed directions and shot upwards. The repulsors flickered again, and he briefly wondered how they were still running. He felt his left hand give out and he desperately tried to maintain his balance with only one hand, but it wasn't going well. He could almost feel the fog getting thinner, it was just a few more feet… With one last surge of energy, they cut out.

"No No NO NO NOOOOOO!" He was just beginning to see the sun shining through before he plunged back into the thick fog. With the thrusters no longer sucking excess power out of the reactor, it was the final straw that pushed the armor over the edge. Travis screamed as the reactor overloaded and the unused energy coursed through him, the metal armor only conducting it. Although his eyes were closed, he could see lights dancing in front of him as the raw power ran through him. He jerked violently as a massive burst of energy was released from the reactor, completely engulfing the suit. The energy fluctuation only lasted for a second, but by the time it cleared, both he and the armor appeared to have been vaporized…

Village of Berk…

The storm raged overhead, but with surprisingly little rain. However, there was plenty of thunder and lightning to go around, with rip-your-roof-off winds on the side. The village folk were either hunkered down in their homes, or drinking the storm away in Mead Hall. Some were standing on tables dancing to nothing, while other hearty souls laughed at the storm and dared the gods "to do better than that" while their slightly more sober friends tried to tell them maybe that wasn't such a good idea until they eventually got in on it themselves.

Stoic sat in his chair at the head of the hall watching the festivities and chatting with Gobber. He himself was a little tipsy, but his duties as chief dictated he needed to remain at least somewhat sober so as to break up any problems that may arise. So far he was lucky, nobody had destroyed any tables yet, and no outstanding blood feuds had arisen. This was a good night. All that was shattered in the next few seconds however… A flash of light brighter than the sun shattered the festive mood in Mead Hall, followed shortly by an explosion. It sounded almost like a clap of thunder, but with a strange whistling ring threaded into it. Despite the bad conditions, Vikings all over the village rushed to their doors and windows to see what it was. Most didn't get there in time, but those who did either thought they'd drank too much, or were witnessing the beginning of ragnarok.

Some kind of object was streaking through the sky towards the village. It was trailing some kind of bluish glowing mist behind it as it fell. The object itself appeared metallic, and looked like small bolts of lightning were flowing along its surface. Nobody got a good look at the shape of the object, but they all saw it land just out of sight of the village, and disappear into the forest. Those who witnessed the event stood looking around at each other, blinking and pinching themselves.

Stoic stood staring at the spot where the object crashed. He didn't know quite what to make of it. He glanced to his right where Gobber stood wide-eyed and gaping into the forest. Stoic clapped his hand on Gobber's shoulder and lightly shook him, snapping him out of his trance.

"Heh, well there's the topic o' conversation for the rest o' the week."

He turned away from the door and walked back inside, as did everyone else. Everyone who witnessed the impact stood glancing around at each other, not really knowing what to think. The party atmosphere had dissolved, so people began to stumble back to their houses. Already the storm was dying down, lightning still cracked on occasion, but the winds were taming down quickly. By the time Stoic was out, it was just a light breeze.

As Stoic headed back to the house, he hoped that Hiccup hadn't tried to go looking for the… whatever it was. With weather like this, only Thor knew what could happen out there. Upon entering the house, he was glad to see that Hiccup was sitting down with his sketchbook, and was hastily sketching what looked like the object they'd just seen. He looked up in surprise and clapped the book shut.

"Oh, uh hey dad, I thought you were uh-"

"It broke up early."

"Ah." They stood in silence for a moment before Stoic turned and shuffled back to his room. He glanced back and saw Hiccup flip open his notebook and begin drawing that… thing. He slowly shook his head, and closed the door behind him.