AN: Hello again! I'm hoping y'all liked it cause frankly I liked it-ish...

ANYWAY I know it wasn't the best or the most exciting but this chapter will be longer, more exciting and include: MORE THAN ONE CHARACTER'S POINT OF VIEW! I'm excited! Are you excited? YEAH!

*clears throat and continues in poshest British accent possible* I do beg your pardon sirs and madams but I am just very happy to be here today.

CAUSE I NEARLY DIED YESTERDAY!

not really I just nearly broke my arm when I came off my bike on my way to work so yeah...awkward to type with a swollen and bleeding elbow...but whatever, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it.

ANYWAY...

For last chapter I was referencing... drum roll please!

THE LION KING!

The scene after Mufasa dies and Scar tells Simba to run, run away and never come back.

Ok then.

I HAVE A QUESTION!

Do you want OC's?

If so how many?

Also, if you would like to send in your OC's I would gladly accept them, however they may not be mentioned until later on, also I may adapt your OC's to fit my needs and I will allow you to make them somewhat magical.

CONDITIONS:

You must include detailed descriptions of: appearance, personality, skills eg. sword fighting, leather working etc., ( I would like outfit descriptions as well please), where they are from, background story and their role within a group eg. leader, outcast, stupid one, smart one, introverted one etc. or like teacher, apprentice, blacksmith or like courier or something. You must also state their strengths and weaknesses (good characters are never perfect).

They can be any age or gender.

You may submit more than one OC and may even submit OC pairings (not with canon characters please).

The OC's may not be from countries such as the Americas, Australia, New Zealand or countries of the like.

Please don't send in dragon-human hybrids as I will probably not accept them. I will let you know if I change my mind.

You may create OC dragons both for your OC's and just to exist in my world however if I deem them...too wild I will not accept them.

You may also create magical/non-magical societies for your OC's to be from or for the characters to discover.

Also, would you like the Riders to be nomadic (travelers) or have a village/city?

When I decide on OC's I will run them past you guys for approval.

Let me know with a PM or in the Reviews.

THANK YOU NOW, SEEING AS I OWN NOTHING...

ONTO THE STORY!

Chapter 3

}Freedom{

~Hiccup~

I blinked in the dark, wondering why I was awake if it was still dark. I moaned and rolled over, pressing my cheek into my blanket. My scaly blanket. I pulled back and blinked sleepily at the offending blanket. There was a glossy sheen on the surface of my blanket and I reached out to touch it. It was rough and scaly, like dragon skin. Definitely not my blanket. I pushed up at the skin above me and it recoiled at my touch. Trying my luck I pushed against it again and the skin unfurled around me and pushed me out. I rolled across the cold ground until I stopped several meters away. I turned my head to look at what I just rolled out f and saw Toothless looking at me evidently quite annoyed at being woken.

"Toothless?" I asked confused.

He rolled his eyes and rolled so he was facing away from me.

"What are you doing?" I whisper shouted, "if Dad sees you in our cave..."

Hang on, I thought, cave?

I looked around at the stone walls of the cave and it all slowly came back to me. Winning, Dragon Training, Astrid, the flight, running away, freedom...

I stood up and glanced out the entrance of the cave, the sun was high in the sky. The villagers probably know we're gone now, I thought briefly before moving to the entrance of the cave and looking out at our new found sanctuary. We'd flown for many hours last night, the sky had started to lighten by the time we landed on an island we deemed safe. We'd found a hidden cave on a high mountain that over looked thick forest, pale gold sand that bordered the island and a river that ran across the island from a waterfall high on the mountain.

I glanced out at the sky, watching the pale blue. I shifted my gaze to the ocean, checking for ships and once satisfied I turned back to the trail leading to our cave, Astrid wasn't inside so she must be outside somewhere. I turned away from the outside world and back to Toothless. I walked back into the cave and settled down, leaning against Toothless' back, and took a bread roll from my satchel, having my breakfast while I waited.

I only closed my eyes for a second before I was jolted awake with a kick to my side. I yelped and bolted upright, blinking at the darkness I found myself. I looked up at Astrid, her arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

"Wh..what?" I asked yawning in the middle of my question.

She rolled her eyes but I noticed a smirk playing on her lips. "Do you want dinner or not?"

I blinked at her but stood up and approached the small campfire she had going. I sat leaning against a rock and took the cooked fish I was offered. I bit into it and looked out at the skyline, the stars starting to come to life as the moon rose above the horizon.

I looked over at Astrid and Toothless, both eating their fish in awkward silence.

"So, what do we do now?"

I chewed my fish thoughtfully then swallowed, "I'm not sure. I didn't exactly have a plan before you found me and I still have yet to form one."

She gave me a look that stated she was very unimpressed.

"But," I said drawing the word out nervously, "I think since we're not in Berk someone else will have to slay the Nightmare. And they definitely won't have second thoughts on killing it."

Understanding slowly dawned on Astrid's face, "you want to set the dragons free."

I nodded, "and after that, every other dragon in the archipelago. Maybe we can show others the true nature of dragons."

Astrid nodded thoughtfully, "lot's of risks, violence, possible maiming and enemies involved." She looked at me seriously, "I'm in. If we want to save those dragons, we need to do it tonight, who knows when they'll decide to let the others kill them."

I nodded and swallowed the last of my fish, "alright, bud you up for another flight?"

Toothless perked up at the word flight and looked at me happily before bouncing over and licking my cheek.

"Uh! Toothless!" I cried, wiping the sticky substance from my face.

He chortled happily and faced out into the night.

I stood up and mounted Toothless, clicking his tail-fin into position. Astrid gave us a funny look but mounted Toothless behind me and held loosely around my waist.

"Let's go bud." I murmured and with a rush of wind we were off to give others freedom.

~Astrid~

I had only flown twice before and already I loved it. The sea and land I'd been bound to my entire life was now a mere splash of colours below me. And the stars and clouds I'd always longed to touch were now within reaching distance. I honestly couldn't believe no one else had thought of doing this before.

I brought myself back to the present and looked down at the ocean below us. The stars reflected on its silk-like surface looked like diamonds buried in navy glass. We'd been flying for several hours now and I was starting to recognise the occasional land mark. A sea stack that looked like a lightning bolt, a sea stack topped with a speared dragon skull.

I knew that we'd finally arrived when below us I saw the giant statue guards, keeping watch over our seas, their giant torches ever burning.

I looked down at the Kill Ring as we circled it from above. "So how are we going to do this?"

"I have two ideas." Hiccup said, "one, sneak in, unlock the doors and leave like we were never here, but leaving the possibility for the Vikings to think of treachery. Or two, blow everything up and leave no room for anyone to think it was anything but a dragon."

I nodded thoughtfully weighing our options, "there will be more risk of getting caught, possible angry dragons trying to kill us as well as Vikings..." I glanced down at the village again, "but definitely better if we don't want to arouse suspicion."

Hiccup nodded before clicking Toothless' tail-fin and turning our gentle circling into a vicious dive bomb.

"Toothless, plasma blast."

As we went faster and faster, the wind made a vicious screaming noise as it passed Toothless' wings. Torches started to groggily flicker to life in the village below, the Vikings waking to the signature scream of the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself. In the split second it took me to notice all this Toothless let loose a fireball, erupting the Kill Ring in a ball of purple and blue fire. Shouts were heard across the island as the village shook with the force of the explosion.

Smoke billowed out of the Kill Ring and we dove through the gaping hole in the chain-link cage roof. We settled on the stone floor and I leaped from Toothless' back sprinting to the cage holding the Terrible Terror.

"Astrid!" Hiccup hissed over the clamor in the village. "What are you doing?"

I ignored him and set the Terror loose. The little dragon flew up and away through the smoke, towards freedom.

I ran back over to Toothless as he launched a blast at the cage holding the Gronkle. The dragon burst from its cage in a burst of fury, spitting its lava-like fire around the arena. It charged forward towards us in its rage but stopped short when it saw exactly who released it. Toothless growled and the Gronkle made a meek grumble in response before helping to blow the rest of the cages open. The vikings shouts had grown louder and louder in the minutes it had taken to release the dragons. The only dragon left was the Nadder. The Zippleback let loose an explosion before flying away into the night.

The Nadder emerged from its cage, slowly and dazed from the explosion. It regained its composure fairly quickly and as we left it turned to follow us only to be stopped by a bola wrapping around its wings. It cried out in surprise and turned to face the Vikings emerging from the smoke. It roared in defiance and unleashed a torrent of magma fire at its attackers. A second bola wrapped around the dragon's legs and it was knocked on its side, held down by several vikings.

Hiccup noticed this and turned Toothless around, readying a plasma blast to help. I tried to ignore the guilt seizing my heart as I watched the beautiful dragon recaptured and held down. I turned away briefly then turned back, drawing in a deep breath I leaped from Toothless' back just as he unleashed a blast for cover. As I touched down I buckled my knees and tumbled into a roll, coming to a standing stop.

In the confusion I unleashed a battle cry and seized one of the Viking's weapons, kicking him in the gut. I hefted the iron sword in my hand and with a fierce scream I fought off the Vikings holding the dragon down. Toothless fired shots at the vikings, distracting them and occasionally knocking them out. One by one they stumbled away, dazed and confused, until I had the time to cut the Nadder free.

The dragon hopped lightly to its feet and roared defiantly at its ex-captors before with a flap of wings and rush of smoke it seized me in its claws and carried me away, following obediently after Toothless.

~Stoick~

I looked up as those dragon loving cowards flew away, taking every last dragon in the Kill Ring with them. The Nadder carried one of them in its claws, a small blonde woman by the looks of it, and the Night Fury was mounted by a figure that could only be described as 'fish bone-like'. I turned back to the defeated vikings behind me, examining their status. Several had been knocked unconscious, many were bruised and a few had sprains. Surprisingly none were wounded even slightly.

I dragged a hand down my face in frustration, "what happened?"

Bjorn, a leather worker and warrior, was shoved forward. He looked very nervous. "Chief, we believe the dragons were broken out by the Night Fury and its riders. Ah only got a glimpse of the girl, she took ma sword."

I nodded, processing this information, and gestured for him to go on.

"She was strong, kicked me in the gut and sent me back int'a the wall. She had blonde hair, tied back and was quite beautiful. Ah think she was quite young." Bjorn said.

I nodded, "how young?"

"Couldn't ah been older than 15 chief."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, "are you sure?"

"Positive."

I nodded, "clean up this mess, ah need to think."

A chorus of 'yes chief' followed me as I left the Kill Ring. Deep in thought I approached my home, now silent. I sighed heavily, Hiccup was still missing. Normally that wouldn't concern me much, he often left for long periods of time nowadays but the Hofferson girl had gone missing as well. She was the perfect viking child, brave, strong, violent, oh why couldn't Hiccup be more like her?

As I approached my home I had a sudden urge to go into the woods, I shook my head, that's stupid, but still...

I decided to go into the woods anyway, maybe I'd find Hiccup and Astrid.

I trudged through the dark, and noted absently that I was following a trail. I don't know how long I followed the trail for but eventually I came across a cove. I furrowed my brow in confusion as the trail twisted and lead me between two parts of the cove, similar to a doorway. It was fairly narrow, almost too narrow. Something round was at the end of the doorway trail, it looked to be around the size of a shield. I frowned confused, and turned sideways to get closer to it.

I shuffled through the tunnel and when I reached the end I saw that yes, it was a shield. Why would there be a shield here? I shoved the shield and it came loose, like a cork from a bottle, rolling across the soft earth. I followed the shield out of the crevice and looked around the moonlit cove. There was a large pond in the middle of the cove a much of the grass had been torn up or burnt.

"Dragon." I spat, as if the word were poison.

Something glittered on the ground by my feet, frowning I bent down and picked it up. It was a night black scale, perfectly round and almost the size of my palm. I'd never seen anything like it. I pocketed it and walked further into the cove, noticing footprints and dragon scales everywhere.

The beast must've been here a long time, I thought. As I glanced around I noticed something glinting in the shadow of a boulder. Frowning I made my way forward. As I got closer, I began to identify the source of the glinting. It was metal, I stooped down and picked it up, examining it in the light.

It was an axe, blood smeared on the edge of its blade. I turned the weapon over in my hands and noticed something engraved into the blade alongside the shaft:

Property of Astrid Hofferson

Panic seized my heart and I searched wildly for the owner of the blade, she practically never went anywhere without it. The lass' parents will be devastated. I knelt on the ground and looked at the prints, clearly visible in the light of the rising sun. Dragon prints, the sign of a scuffle and bootprints. Two sets of bootprints. Who else would've...

My blood froze in realisation, he wouldn't...

"Hiccup!"

I looked around wildly, calling the names of the two youngsters.

No, no no no no no!

"HICCUP!"

My breath hitched in my throat, I've already lost Val, not Hiccup too...

I fell to my knees by the pond in defeat, my chin dropped to my chest and watched the water lapping at the shore. I closed my eyes in grief and when I opened them again the sun had fully risen. Something shone in the water's edge and I reached out to grab it.

It was tiny in my hands, barely a butter knife, but the blade was deadly sharp and well cared for. I turned it over in my fingers and examined the pommel,

H H H III

A single tear trailed down my cheek, "oh Hiccup."

Unknown black dragon scales, the bloody axe, lost knife, the attack tonight...The dots started to connect inside my mind and my face twisted into an expression of anger. The two most promising youngsters of our village, dead. My son, dead. They found and fought the Night Fury. And it killed them. It and its riders.

I glanced back down at my son's knife and clutched it tightly in my hand. I stood up and picked up Astrid's axe. Casting one last glance around the cove I left to return to the village.

I will avenge you my son.