AN: Sorry I couldn't post this earlier today, but I had a weekend camping trip, and I was swept up in cleaning after I got back. To Mystic nightfury, the reason Brandon hasn't seen the HTTYD movie is because I made this in an AU where HTTYD doesn't exist, so that our heroes are clueless about where they are and what will happen :D Anyways, enjoy!

Song: The James Bond theme

Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING whatsoever, 'cept my laptop. I'm a poor man D:

Jack's POV

As soon as I saw the torch and the catapults, I knew what I had to do. I banked for the island more directly, and got to as low of altitude as I possibly could. Then, the catapults launched their rocks. Evasive maneuvers cleared me and Thunder of most of the rocks, with the other ones going wide. Behind me, the dragons were not so lucky. Four of the rocks barrelled right through the middle of their formation, killing lots and disrupting the pursuit. The lead dragons halted and snarled loudly, obviously threats aimed at everyone involved. They did, however, suddenly about-face and return to the massive volcano they came from. I breathed a sigh of relief. However, one problem had been replaced by another, as I had to figure out just how to land on this hilly island. The sandy beach seemed to be the best spot, so I descended, catching some of the inhabitants make their way down the cliff towards the beach as well. The landing itself went pretty good, as the sand was filled with volcanic materials that made this sand firmer than normal. I cut the engine and jumped out, my tennis shoes thudding quietly on the sand as I stared at the many people approaching me. My Colt Peacekeeper in my hand, I noticed a familiar figure, the one I had seen waving the torch, tripping over rocks as he quickly made his way towards me. I already knew who it was, as I cried for joy in my mind.

"Looks like I found you. Not surprising." I smirked.

"Shut up, I saved you." Brandon said, grinning ear to ear, as he pulled me into a brief, yet strong hug.

"Only from the dragons. Not from you," I shot back with a grin also.

The occupants of the village had just arrived as well, and a lanky boy with a mop of brown hair and warm green eyes ran up to Brandon and I. I was about to shake hands, before he just ran past me and made a beeline for Thunder, staring at it as if I had brought something holy to this land, in the form of Thunder.

"Uh, Hiccup? Rude much?" Brandon teased the boy, who I now knew as Hiccup, who suddenly snapped out of his reverie and cleared his throat, before turning back to me.

"Hello. I'm Hiccup, son of Stoick the Vast, the chief. You must be… Jack, right?"

"Yep. Pleasure to meet you," I said as the two of us shared a firm handshake.

Just then, a great man pushed his way to the front of the crowd, eyeing me with a look, before he also held out his hand. "Let me guess, Stoick the Vast, chief of…"

Stoick cut in, finishing my sentence. "Berk. You're on Berk." We shook hands, and I almost winced in pain at how crushing his grip was. Formalities over, Brandon asked me, "So, that's the new plane, huh?"

I laughed at his sudden change of attention. "Yep, an authentic World War I one too, working guns and the works. I called it Thunder, to complete the theme."

"Now all we need is a third one called Storm, and we'll be set." Brandon noticed.

"Anyways, we're in a land of catapults and fur wearing monsters of men. So, Vikings or Celts?"

"Vikings." Brandon simply answered my question. However, two other men burst their way to the front of the crowd, standing beside Stoick. The younger one had quite the mustache and stood tall, but not overly buff like Stoick was. The second one was an old man, if the hunched back and white hair were any clues. He had a sheep by his side, standing impassively as the two men looked at us live we were freaks. The old one spoke up first.

"What sorcery is this?!" He yelled, gesticulating wildly towards Thunder with the gnarled staff he held.

"It's not sorcery, it's a machine." Hiccup spoke up from behind us.

"Keep quiet, boy! These two are clearly evil sorcerers, possessing dark magicks. They should be banished immediately!" The other one said, talking to Stoick. Stoick seemed almost exasperated with the two of them.

"Spitelout, why do you believe that? Just because something is new, doesn't mean it's sorcery." Stoick explained, almost as if he were talking to a little child. Spitelout looked angry, but he stayed quiet. Stoick then turned towards the older one. "Same goes to you, Mildew." Mildew also looked frustrated, but he also kept quiet. I sent a snicker their way, which riled them up even more. Spitelout couldn't hold it in any longer, as he fumed and then burst out. "Damned devil! You may have fooled Stoick, but not me! Dark magicks, be banished forthwith from this place!" The metallic ring of a sword sliding out of its scabbard rang through the air as Spitelout lunged towards me, the instinct to kill glowing in his eyes like a fire that had been rekindled.

With the ease of practice, I cocked the trigger and quickly brought it up to Spitelout. He hesitated, mid-swing, as the barrel of my Peacekeeper pushed against his forehead. Suddenly, he swung the inside of his right elbow sideways, knocking the gun out of my grasp. Intoxicated by my overconfidence, I did nothing more than stand in shock as Spitelout went in for the killing blow. A sharp report pierced the air, breaking the silence as Spitelout began to stumble forward, landing into my arms, fully unconscious. I quickly dropped Spitelout unceremoniously to the ground, as I looked at Brandon. He was holding his gun in a manner scarily similar to Sean Connery from the first James Bond movies, a small wisp of smoke trailing from the barrel. I gave him a quick nod of appreciation as I turned back to the crowd, before addressing Stoick once more.

"Someone get him back to his house. He'll be unconscious for a bit. Stoick, mind if we talk somewhere private?" I asked. Stoick gave me a simple nod before parting the crowd, with me trailing close behind. We walked all the way up the cliff and to a house in silence, that I could only guess was his house, as he opened the door for the two of us to enter through. Stoick sat down in a chair, as I pulled up another one from a nearby table, before I sat down as well. "So, what did you want to talk about?" Stoick inquired.

"I need to talk about where Brandon and I are from. Do you know?" I asked.

"I haven't got the foggiest idea," Stoick stated.

"Huh. Well, Brandon and I from the future," I laid it out plainly, ignoring the jaw drop of Stoick, "and, well, I was wondering if the two of us could stay on Berk, even if that is true?"

Stoick took a minute to gather himself before giving a reply. "Uh, yeah. I mean, why would I discriminate against you just because of that?"

I shook my head slightly. "Just making sure," I said.

"Ok, well, let's try not to tell anyone else about this, and let them think you're just from a different land." Stoick reasoned. "We don't want panic rampant through the streets."

"I agree."

"Well, Jack, it was nice meeting you." Stoick said as he stood back up, with me quickly following. I showed myself out of the house and ran through the now dispersing crowd, back to the beach, finding Brandon and Hiccup there. Hiccup seemed to be examining Thunder, occasionally asking questions, which Brandon would quickly answer. I chuckled at his face. He seemed to be ecstatic that someone was giving him a chance to flaunt his knowledge for his friend.

As I finally caught up to them, I asked a simple question. "Give me the lowdown on these dragons here." Hiccup and Brandon both stopped and looked at each other, seeming to silently pass a message between each other. "Okay." Hiccup answered, and the three of us laid down on the black sand as Hiccup began to give me the works on dragons.

After an hour, I learned that there were quite a few types of dragons, all with their own abilities, strengths, and weaknesses. However, I was referred to the "Book of Dragons" for more information. However, that had to wait, as Hiccup and Brandon quickly grabbed my arms and dragged me back up the cliff and across town.

"Uh, guys? Where are we going? What's happening?" I asked, slightly panicked at this new drive.

"Just trust us," was the only response to my queries, and I fell silent as they dragged me through the great firs and spruces, realizing that I would get no more information for now. We stopped at a small cliff face, marking a small depression in the ground. The two boys stopped, turning back to me, serious looks on their faces.

"What you see next does not leave this clearing, got it?" Brandon demanded.

"Man, look who's in charge now!" I replied, in a more lighthearted tone than Brandon.

"Got it!?" Brandon's voice grew louder and more sharp.

"Yeah, yeah, sure." I tried to sound indifferent, but I was honestly curious as to what Brandon made me promise about. Then, the three of us slid down the steep path into the bottom of the depression, and I saw what the two of them were talking about. My jaw went down so far that I swore it touched the ground.

In front of us stood two dragons. One was a jet-black figure, sleek and stealthy looking. The other one was the spitting image of what I expected a dragon to be. It was far bigger than the black one, and had a red color to it that made it look like it had bathed in blood. Seeing us, the black one simply stared indifferently, while the red one stretched out to its full height, extending its magnificent wings before letting out a roar that reminded me of a howitzer being fired next to me.

"Well, that's interesting, to say the least." That was all I got out before I had to sit down, my brain in panic mode after seeing two dragons up close. My brain's way of dealing with this threat was simple. "Play dead." I went to give the ground a great big hug, closing my eyes in the process.

AN: Jack meets the dragons and we get to meet Spitelout and Mildew! (groan) Follow, favorite, and review! Peace!