Here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

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Bing Bong raised a brow at Hiccup when he announced the new island. The last time they did this, they always ran into trouble and dangerous new dragons. He smirked and tossed a pebble at Hiccup's head. Hiccup grunted and turned around, an annoyed look on his face.

"What? You want an apology?" He asked.

"Hiccup," Bing Bong grumbled, "I don't want to run into anymore dangers like last time." Hiccup approached him. "Is that why you're pouting, big baby boo?" He said in a playful mocking voice. Bing Bong just rolled his eyes, mouthing Hiccup's words. He detested it when Hiccup called him that. "For the last time Hiccup, don't ever call me that again!" Hiccup just then simply clung onto Bing Bong, trying to knock him over, but Bing Bong just sat there, a deadpan expression on his face pathetic, he thought, as he stood up and walked over to the edge of a cliff to give him a scare. Hiccup yelped at the height below him. "Okay, you're right! You're right! You win!" Hiccup exclaimed, and Bing Bong then laid down, seemingly satisfied, and the two began to get playful as he rolled on top of Hiccup and batted him with his paws. He didn't mind when he and Hiccup played with each other.

"Dragons and Vikings, enemies again!" Hiccup cried out in a playful voice, and Bing Bong flopped his head onto Hiccup's chest, then began licking him all over. Hiccup groaned as he is covered in dragon spit. "You know that doesn't wash out," he muttered, shaking it off of him. He flicked some of the spit onto Bing Bong's nose, and he just grumbled and groomed himself while Hiccup took his map out.

Hiccup had been expanding his map of Berk, with the help of Bing Bong, of course. He added another piece of paper to his map and took out his charcoal pencil. "So, what should we name it?" Hiccup questioned. Bing Bong lifted his front paw and itched under his arm, and Hiccup took the name. "Itchy Armpit Island it is." He wrote the name on the map. "So, what do you think, bud? Maybe we'll find a few Timberjacks in these woods? Maybe a Whispering Death or two in the rocks?" Bing Bong stiffened slightly at the name, 'Whispering Death', for they encountered plenty of them before to last him a lifetime. "And, who knows? Maybe we'll finally track down another Night Fury," Hiccup murmured. Bing Bong cocked his head, looking at him curiously. He had always wondered if there were other dragons that looked like him, too. "I hope we find more Night Furies too, Hiccup," said Bing Bong softly. Hiccup smiled at him. "So, what do you say? Just keep going?" he asked, gesturing to the Island. "I suppose," Bing Bong muttered, sighing a bit.

Suddenly, they heard the familiar cry of a Deadly Nadder, and they turned to see Stormfly/Freya land with Astrid, as she hopped off her back. Hiccup smiled at her. "Afternoon, Milady," he greeted, getting up. Bing Bong cheered up at seeing his best friend, Freya. Freya smiled. "Hello, Bing Bong!" she called, approaching him. "What's up?" Bing Bong asked. "Oh, just winning those Dragon Races. Those other dragons have nothing against me!" She said smugly, grinning. "Want to play tag?" Bing Bong suggested. "Why not?" she responded. The two took off, letting out happy dragon cries as they chased each other around the island. Hiccup was discussing with Astrid about his doubts about being Chief of Berk. Only Astrid seemed excited.

"I'm not like you, Astrid," Hiccup muttered. "You know exactly who you are, you always have. But, I'm still lookin'. I know that I'm not my father, and I've never met my mother, so, what does that make me?" Astrid gazed at him in understanding as he sat down. She scooted over next to him, braiding his hair again. "What you're searching for, isn't out there, Hiccup. It's in here." She placed a hand on his chest. "Maybe you just don't see it yet." She then kissed him lightly on the cheek, but he was still covered in dragon spit, and she grimaced in disgust.

"Maybe," Hiccup murmured. "But, there is something out there." He gazed out at the island, smoke billowing from the top. Astrid shook her head. "Hiccup-" Hiccup took hold of her head and directed it toward the smoke, and she stared at it in confusion. "We have to find out what that is," Hiccup said suspiciously. He walked over to Bing Bong.

Bing Bong cocked his head again. "What's up?" he whispered, as to not get Astrid to realize that he talks. "There's smoke coming from the island, and we have to find out what it is," Hiccup said silently, as he readied Bing Bong's saddle. Astrid got up onto Freya/Stormfly again. "You ready?" Hiccup asked. Astrid nodded and they took off.

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Bing Bong and Hiccup flew in between a blackened, burned forest destroyed by an unknown force. "What could have done this?" Bing Bong murmured to himself. They came out of the trees to find a HUGE glacier unlike any other that Hiccup and Bing Bong had seen. It was spiked shaped and not the color white. Bing Bong's eyes were wide at this sight. Someone or something had created this ice glacier, and he wanted to know. Hiccup turned to Astrid who flew behind them. "Stay close," He warned as they flew toward the glacier, keeping their distance slightly just in case. A mud flat revealed giant footprints of a dragon, and Bing Bong shivered as he let out a nervous growl. "Easy, bud," Hiccup said gently, placing a hand on his head. Astrid noticed something. "Hiccup!" She whispered.

"FIRE!" called a voice from the glacier, and bola ropes shot from out of nowhere. "Astrid, look out!" Hiccup cried, as he and Bing Bong dodged the ropes, but Astrid and Freya weren't so fortunate as Freya got snatched by the ropes, and Astrid lost her balance and fell from her back.

"NO!" Bing Bong yelled in horror as Freya fell to the earth. "FREYA!" "BING BONG!" Freya screeched on fear just as Astrid cried out to Hiccup as she off her dragon to her doom, but Hiccup and Bing Bong managed to catch her in time. Freya landed to the ground as trappers swarmed around her, tightening her ropes. Freya desperately shot her tail barbs at the men, but it was useless as another man jumped out and avoided them. "Watch the tail!" He warned, jumping onto Freya and holding her head down. "Tie those legs up!" Freya was hissing dangerously. "Let go of me, you beasts!" She shrieked. The man heard the sound of a Night Fury above them. He narrowed his eyes. "Is that what I think it is?" he said softly.

"STOP!" Hiccup yelled while Astrid called out her dragon's name. They landed and Bing Bong went into a defensive position while Hiccup pulled out his Monstrous Nightmare flame sword that he himself had invented. The other trappers stared in awe as he waved his weapon. Freya whimpered a bit. "Bing Bong!" she said tearfully. "Help me!" "We'll get you out!" Bing Bong said reassuringly. The man smiled at them smugly. "Well, lucky day. That is a Night Fury! I thought that they were all gone for good!" Bing Bong snarled at this strange man. He didn't trust him one bit. "Looks like our luck had turned for the better, lads! Don't think that Drago has one of those in his Dragon Army."

Astrid looked confused. "Dragon Army?" She muttered. "Look, we don't want any trouble," Hiccup protested to them. The man narrowed his eyes. "Ha. You should have thought of that before you stole all of our dragons, and blasted our fort to bits!" He waved his hand to the glacier. Astrid and Hiccup looked shocked at being accused like this. "What are you even talking about?" Astrid asked. "You think we did this?" Hiccup said in confusion. The man gave them a look. "Dragon trapping, is hard enough work as it is. Without do-gooder dragon riders, sneaking in to rescue them!"

Now Hiccup was really confused. "What do-gooder-" He paused, putting his weapon away. "There are other dragon riders?" he asked. "You mean other than your thieving friend from last night, you tell me!" The man growled. "You may have an ice-spitting dragon on your side, but we still have our order to fill. How else do you think we will explain all this mess to Drago Bludvist?"

Bing Bong raised a brow. Drago Bludvist? Who is this man? He thought to himself. "Drago whatfist?" Hiccup asked in a slightly laughing voice. "Does anything you say make sense?" The man was about to speak, but the other trappers beat him to it.

"He is expecting a new shipment of dragons for his army, by tomorrow," the first trapper said. "And Drago don't take well to excuses!" snapped the second. The man opened up his shirt slightly to reveal a nasty scar on his chest. Bing Bong curled back slightly from the sight. That looks painful, he thought bitterly. why does he even work for this lunatic? "This is what he gave me the last time I showed up empty handed. He promised to be far less understanding in the future," The man explained, continuing to narrow his eyes at them. Unknowing to the trio, the man was more than prepared as he let out a couple 'be ready' signals to other trappers from their hiding spots.

"Look, we don't know anything about a Dragon Thief, or an ice-spitting dragon or your lunatic boss and his Dragon Army, okay? Just give us back our dragon, and we'll go!" Hiccup demanded. "Strange hostile person whom we've never met." I would like to know his name, Bing Bong thought again.

The man chuckled. "Oh, where are my manners?" Like he has any, Bing Bong thought bitterly. "I am Eret. Son of Eret. The finest Dragon Trapper alive!" He nodded his head at the hidden trappers, preparing to fire. He drew his sword, pointing it at Bing Bong. "After all, it's not just anyone who can capture a Night Fury." Bing Bong let out a roar. "Well, we are leaving, with our friend!" He snapped, making sure it was in dragon language. He couldn't risk giving his secret away to others.

"And this is Toothless," Hiccup said, using his nickname. "He says we are going, now!"

Eret smiled. "Ha, they all say that. He waved his sword. "Crush 'em, lads!" He ordered. But Bing Bong had another plan. He shot a plasma blast at a piece of ice before the trappers could do anything. The ice nearly crushed them, making a barrier between them and Freya. Hiccup activated his flaming sword again and cut the ropes, freeing Freya. "Stormfly come on, go!" Astrid said, jumping onto the saddle as the group took off into the air, narrowly escaping. Eret glared after them. "You will never hold onto those dragons, do you hear me? Drago is coming for them all!"

Bing Bong felt really nervous at those words. What is going to happen to them?

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To Be Continued...