Here's Chapter two of this story. Umm...not going to lie, I thought I had already place this in so yeah...this is very awkard.

Human

Dragonese

Chapter 2: Generations

Hiccup smile down at Heather as she nurse the newly born whelps. Nudging the plump newborn, he stalks out of the cave and gaze over the island chain. A small smile pull on his maw, realizing that all the fledglings have became adults before he see the form of a Wyvern with a multitude of bite marks. Taking wing, Hiccup barely manage to catch the exhausted Titanclaw, "What the Hel-" "It was a trap my liege," several dragons land close by, shush mutters rippling amongst the tribe, "Weselton had fired upon me as I flew and Arendelle is surrounded." As the various dragons conversate with each other, Hiccup looks up as Heather walk up to the entrance of the cave.

The two High Dragons gaze into each other's eyes until as one, they smile. Turning towards Arendelle, Hiccup drew his head back while inhaling and roar. As the Varghests and a single Greater roar soon after, Hiccup trotted towards the cliff side. As the others follow closely behind, they began diving off the side before swooping up and flying towards war.

Stoick and Gobber sigh as they and the warriors board the many longships. Hope of finding the Nest dwindle halfway into the journey despite the new warriors attempt at cheer. Before they can continue, a series of roars caught their attention. Astrid gaze upward as cannibal dragons flew over head. Seeing well over a thousand, she turns towards the chief when his face shift resolutly, "Follow those dragons, I want us ta be turn around and chasing them down in five minutes!"

Frowning, she notice Stoick glaring at the dragon in the lead. Larger than the others, she thinks back to the description of the dragon that killed Hiccup and snarl, 'I'm gonna enjoy turning you into a cloak.'

"Alpha, we just flew over some vikings." "They don't matter," Hiccup huffs, smoke coming from his nostril as he and the two thousand Varghest class Titanclaws speed towards the archipegalo's border, "they'll turn back when they see where we're going or die out there if they follow us." The young Greater seem to flinch and chew on her lips before sighing in a sadden voice, "But what if it's family?" Several dragons croon while Hiccup blinks in surprise. He knew that many of the Titanclaws had went separate ways from their family but never did he think some were like him.

A small smile cross his muzzle before smothering it with a serious glance, "Well...we do have to fly lower in order to leave...and if they just so happen to have follow us, than we didn't do anything." Their course set, they continue forward without regrets. Hours upon hours pass before they came to a thick fog bank. Hiccup turns his head back and address his people while gliding at a slower speed, "Remember folks, we're here to fight the Southern Isles and assisst Arendelle." "Remember your routes and remember, 'Sharp Claws'," hearing responding calls of bared fangs, he dove through the fog bank as the others follow closely behind.

Soick frowns as the dragons flew into the border. He remembers when his great grandfather told him of a time when the dragons weren't the threat. The vikings would go forth to the various villages and plonder and pillage to their hearts content. As Gobber look over to him, Stoick came to a decision that would change them radically for a long time, "Prepare oars...we're still following them!" As they began rowing, Astrid couldn't help the chill that crept down her back.

Slowly traversing the fog, they can see ships that partially sunk and sharp rocks jutting from the water. As several people glance around nervously, everyone turns towards Fishleg, "I-I see one! Port side!" The smaller, more lean version of the dragons seem to dance across the sky. "What is it doing?" Tuffnut shrugs at his sister's question as the dragon seem to move in a random direction. Astrid look between the dragon and the front of the boat, barely noticing pieces of wreckage that could sink their ship.

Astrid stood up swiftly, not noticing Stoick looking at her in preparation to yell at her, "It's showing us a safe passage!" As the various vikings laugh at her, Gobber looks at the water as well, "Hang on, the gir' maybe onto somethin' 'ere." "Mimic the dragon's movement as best you can," the rowers groan but comply with their chief's command. A single ship chose to disagree and the sound of wood being torn against rocks was all that was heard before the ship slowly sunk and large fins swarm the thrashing survivors. Before they could turn to pick them up, the mass majority of them disappear in a flash of fin and blood while a few were picked from the water and dropped onto the ships.

Stoick raise an eyebrow as several of the dragons drop the distress vikings onto the ship before the water was calm again. Before he could question it, Snotlout whoops loudly from another ship, "I see the end of the fog bank." As the vikings press forward with shouts of joy, Stoick looks at the form of his son's killer, 'Why are you helping me?'

Hiccup glance down and see the symbol on the sail before sighing, "Berk...this is just perfect." "Sorry alpha," locking eyes with the young greater dragon, he see her whimper and droop. Shaking his head, he nudge her before smirking at the young dam, "No point in questioning the gods, let's focus on why we're here." Seeing her and the other nod, Hiccup look over and see the plume of smoke before speeding up. Hours past by before they came upon the city, its once beautiful and tall buildings burning.

Eyes locking on the ground, the Titanclaws see the group of Arendelle's sercurity fighting against Weselton soldiers. As his fellow Titanclaws dove at different area of the city, Hiccup twisted towards a group of three people and a reindeer with open jaws.

Elsa and Anna take an uneasy step back as Kristoff swung his pickaxe. A soldier parry the swing before another slash at the mountain man's hands. Pulling back, he turns to the pair of royalties behind him, "You wouldn't happen to be able to make an ice sword, would ya?" As she shake her head, Kristoff tries to block a swing but the shaft of his pickaxe shatters. As he's kicked back and a sword is drawn upward, everyone blinks as a low rumble echo towards them.

"What the hell?" a Weselton soldier look up as a ball of purple fire slam into him, catching him and his clothes on fire. The group bunch closer together as a large brown and peach dragon lands before. The dragon swiftly twist and knocked several people down before lunging forward with a skull shattering bite. As the Weselton invader fled down the street, the cry of more Titanclaws could be heard as the sky became blanketed by wings. As the dragon looks down, Anna smile to the surprise of the others, "We be fine Hi'cup."

"Good to hear," as Hiccup looks down, he swung his tail and smack a charging invader in the chest. Turning around, he gaze over as a pair of Varghest swoop down and torched a group of red shirts before flying off, "we'll make sure that you lot get to safety." "But-" at the raise eyeridge, she sigh before turning to the questioning eyes of her sister and friend, "he's going to escort us to the castle." As Hiccup nods and walk forward, Elsa turns towards Anna, "Since when could you speak dragon?"

"Since you close off from me," Anna and Elsa look away, an awkward silence cover the group as more roar and war cry.

Stoick looks over the city as the dragons fought alongside the green cover defenders, "...but there dragons!?" "Well Stoick, we neva see one of them attack a human," shrugging as the chief glare at him, Gobber sighs before looking at him, "ther was two dragons in the clearin wher Hiccup died." As the vikings question the words, Astrid took a deep breath before standing and drawing her axe, "HEY!"

"There is a battle going on over there," pointing at some of the ships and the shore, she grins savagily at the others, "and I don't know about you...but I came to fight." The vikings look at each other before turning to Stoick with hopeful eyes.

Stoick scoff at them, "Attack the dragons and defender or attack the invader...the choice is obvious." Grinning at the cheering vikings, Stoick draws his axe and points at a ship, "Forward men! Valhalla or Home!"

Thus the third chapter of this story. Hope you keep enjoying and I'll just keep typing. Keep being awesome.