So yeah. New chapter! Yay! The characters might be a bit OOC due to... complications. Saying no more.

Also, I realized that I forgot to list the reviewers from last chapter. So, this time, I'll be putting up reviewed from chapter 12 and 13. Sorry about that.

Reviewers!

PT: both: Thanks!

Bob: Thank you!

Phoenixofmyth: ch. 12:OH NO! BAGELS ARE BLOCKING YOUR DOOR? Explosives might work! Thank you and Thank you and Thanks! :3 ch. 13: AH NO! DON'T PUNCH ME! Please! I beg you for mercy! And Acadia National Park and Bar Harbor! THAT'S EXACTLY WHERE I WENT! It's crazy! Awesome poem, and I think I've heard of the game. Is it on the App Store? Long reviews are awesome! Don't worry ;) Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I always feel like that's the best way to end a chapter! It keeps people reading. :3

Book girl fan: ch. 12:Very fun indeed. ch. 13: :3 Not saying a word.

TheGallopingCupcake: Thanks! :D

star7k: XD That's great.

faisyah865: ch. 12:Yup! ch. 13: YYYUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPP! Yes! Shotguns and sharp knives work very well against bagels. Actually, my friend and I argue about which works better! (Sharp knives. All the way.)

Jo: Thanks ya!

Forever Me: Mwahahahahahahaha! I'll never tell!

YAY! So, thank you guys for reading! I haven't said that enough! Thanks for reading and reviewing and following and favoriting and whatever you did! We're nearing the end, now, but we're not quite there. Trust me, I've had the end of the story planned for the longest time now.

HAVE A GOOD LIFE, EVERYONE!

Maybe I'll make another HTTYD story after this one's done?

Is this an early update? I think this is an early update! Yay!

CHAPTER TIME!

Chapter 14

Letting out a fierce battle cry, Gobber swung his hand-axe at another Outcast head. He grunted, satisfied with his work as the warrior collapsed. He then turned, readying himself for the next two that were charging at him.

"Take that, you two-faced slug," he growled, lashing out as hard as he could. It easily brought down one of the men but, unfortunately, gave the other an opportunity. Gobber missed the Outcast swinging a sword toward his head.

"Gobber!"

Startled, thee blacksmith turned around to see a thick hammer blocking the weapon that had become dangerously close to his face. Attached to the hammer was a hand, and attached to that hand was none other than the familiar face of Stoick the Vast.

"Need any help?" the chief asked, grinning with success. He expertly shoved the Outcast away, sending him stumbling over the rocky terrain. One sword through the chest from another Viking and it was all over. Gobber chuckled, grateful for his companion. What would they do without each other?

Then, with a quick exchange of looks, they both hurled themselves into the raging battle, side by side.

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Astrid smiled as she dove into the fighting with Hiccup at her side. She swung her ax at the first enemy in sight, causing him a crumple to the ground. She picked up the sword that the brute had been using and tossed it to Hiccup, who nearly dropped it. He swung it clumsily at an oncoming Outcast and, naturally, missed.

Rolling her eyes, Astrid threw her ax, hitting her target squarely on the forehead, right between his eyes.

"Aim before you swing," she advised her friend. He nodded sheepishly.

"Thanks," he said.

"No problem," she replied, cheerfully.

Then, together, the two friends ran into the swarming mass of bodies.

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Snotlout swung his sword, taking down another Outcast.

"Yeah! That's how a Jorgenson does it!" he shouted, triumph evident in his voice. A loud battle cry caused him to turn his head. He was just in time to see Fishlegs ramming into another large warrior. The man tumbled to the ground and didn't get back up. The larger boy directed his eyes toward Snotlout, smirking. It seemed that victory would come to Berk more easily than originally expected. Fishlegs' eyes suddenly became cold with fear.

"Snotlout! Behind you!" he yelled. Snotlout spun around quickly, recognizing two soldiers with the Outcast symbols on their chest barreling closer and closer. He swung his sword, which wedged itself deep inside the forearm of one. Snotlout grunted as he pulled it out, blood dripping from its tip, but unfortunately not soon enough. Another blade was already close to completing its path toward the dragon rider. So, this was it. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for impact.

There was a sharp cry of, "No!" and the sound of a blade entering a body, but it wasn't Snotlout's. The Viking opened his eyes to see a large, blonde figure standing in front of him, the point of a sword sticking out of his back.

"'Legs?" Snotlout asked, weakly. The boy slowly turned around, a look of shock written across his face.

"Good luck, 'Lout," he said, so softly it was almost incomprehensible. Then, he collapsed onto the ground, never to arise again.

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A sound erupted from the battle so terrible that Gobber's blood ran cold. Swiveling around, he worked to pinpoint the origin of the noise. He found it in the form of Snotlout. The Viking was kneeling over an unmoving form. An easily recognizable form who could only be one teenager.

"Fishlegs!" Gobber cried, racing over to the two collapsed figures. Once he was there, he wished he'd never gone over.

"What happened?" he whispered, the frozen lump in his chest growing bigger every second.

"He... he saved me..." Snotlout choked out, a rare flood of tears descending from his eyes. The older of the two bowed his head with respect for the lost friend. Closing his eyes, he muttered a silent prayer for him. Fishlegs was a great person; he'd be at peace now.

Gobber jumped at the sudden rise of Snotlout.

"He won't have gone in vain," the boy vowed through clenched teeth, balling his fists until his knuckles had begun to pale. With those words, the words Gobber would remember for the rest of his life, Snotlout dove into the fighting, hacking and slashing at the enemy Outcasts with the force of a hundred Vikings.

That's the spirit.

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Savage heard the scream of the boy. He relished it; let it sink in until it filled his cold, dark heart. Just another victory for the Outcasts.

Narrowing his eyes, he searched for his real target. The boy who trained the Night Fury. Oh, there would be blood spilled today indeed. And, with any luck, it would be that of the Dragon Conqueror.

And there he was, fighting side by side with the other child. Astrid, he'd called her.

Well, you know what they say. Two heads are better than one. Hopefully, Savage would be bringing back two heads tonight.

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Though Ruffnut wasn't the sharpest mace in the armory, she sure knew how to swing one. And that's exactly what she did. Her weapon collided with the head of an Outcast the same moment at Tuffnut's sword. They left a large dent in the helmet. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell backwards, creating a loud clanging sound. The sound almost blocked out the scream.

Almost.

"What was that?" Ruffnut asked, rotating her head, looking for the source. Her twin answered with a rare comment of wisdom.

"It sounded like Snotlout," he said. Finally pinpointing the location of the noise, she saw it. And boy, was it a terrible sight. Ruffnut took a deep breath, her exhaling shaky and slow.

"What?" her brother asked. Feeling sick, she pointed to where Snotlout was kneeling. To where he was beginning to stand up over a body. The body of Fishlegs. Ruffnut looked back at Tuffnut, who had paled visibly.

"Oh," he said, his voice cracking ever so slightly.

Snotlout had begun to attack the army with a ferocity Ruff had never seen before. Not in anyone.

"Let's go," she said, rough determination entering her tone. Ruffnut and Tuffnut dove into the frenzy, joining Snotlout to avenge the death of their friend.

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Stoick was fighting tooth and claw to get to his friend. Finally, he saw him, kneeling over a body. View of the casualty was blocked by its grieving companion. Shoving through many people, Berkian and Outcast alike, he finally reached the death site. Snotlout had just risen from the spot he'd held next to Gobber, which had also been obscured from Stoick's vision. A bit closer to the scene and he was able to see the body.

Fishlegs.

A deep pang of regret stirred in his stomach along with, regrettably, some relief. He'd thought that maybe, just maybe, Gobber might have been kneeling over the body of Hiccup.

Then, Gobber stood too, faced the battle, and dove in. Right into the heart of everything. He began taking out enemies one by one, as if this death had given him a new strength.

It all happened so fast. In the blink of an eye. One minute Gobber was there, swinging his weaponized hands like there was no tomorrow, and the next he was on the ground, a sword still latched to his side.

And there ya go! Please don't kill me!

-Shadow