Disclaimer: I don't own httyd

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

AN: This is another reason why my story is rated M. There would deaths. There would be gore. Most of all, there would be blood!

Setting: Day of the raid of Meathead Village

Days Until Wedding: 1 and a half month (40 days)

"How Does It Feel To Lose"

It was a fine day at the Meathead tribe. Men we fixing houses, women were taking care of the household and children were playing on the roads.

Mogadon, the Meathead chief, was pleased. Ever since he betrayed the Hairy Hooligans, people started respecting him again. He knew that they were going to attack them but if his numbers were right then it would take Stoick years before he could recover from their loss.

It took him months just to get Stoick to trust him enough to do their monthly meetings in their village and it was worth it. Too bad he didn't got to kill the Hairy Hooligan chief though, if he did then every tribe would fear him.

He was jealous of Stoick. Whenever he visited the Hairy Hooligans, the villagers always showed Stoick that they like him as a chief. Hel they even greet him even though he was currently distracted by something else. They were happy. Mogadon was jealous of that.

His people, on the other hand, feared him. It wasn't because he was a bad chief, it was just the way he handled things. When someone do something wrong, he usually punished them by starvation, imprisonment or banishment.

"Chief, this week's food stock is great. We'll have enough to last us for another month." A villager reported to him.

Mogadon nodded. Everything in his village was perfect. Almost.

Mogadon suddenly heard a kind of whistle. As if something was moving too fast. There it went again. Then again. And again. Mogadon was confused.

Then it started. A house just a few meters away blew up as a kind of blast made a direct hit.

"Dragons!" someone shouted which caused a chain reaction. Everyone readied their weapons from bows, to axes, to swords and other things. To their utter confusion, nothing attacked. It was as if the fireball came out of nowhere and destroyed the house. The temporary silence didn't last though because another blast was heard just a few blocks away and it hit three houses at once.

"What is going on here?!" Mogadon shouted as he readied his battle axe.

BOOM!

Another house was completely obliterated.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

One by one, houses were either burned down or completely destroyed by the blasts.

Everyone was starting to panic. Vikings started running in random directions, some hoping to put off the fires while others were scared.

A roar was heard above and when one viking looked up to see what it was, he was unfortunate enough to be the first victim as a monstrous nightmare swooped down and bit the viking's head off. The lifeless body slowly fell down and blood started to ooze out of it.

Women started screaming and fled from the corpse. Dragons started swarming all over the village while the blasts kept coming and destroying houses.

A viking was using his bow accurately and he hit every dragon that flew close to him. Too bad he didn't notice their riders or he would've been able to avoid the arrow going straight through his skull.

"Yes! Right at the mark!" Astrid cheered as she hit the viking in between his eyes. She then grabbed another arrow and targeted other archers. Because of her previous blindness, her shooting skills went off the roof, making her more deadly than she ever was.

While Astrid was busy hitting vikings with a bow, Blindspot was accurately shooting spines all over the place. It wasn't random though because nadders had deadly accuracy. Once the spines hit the viking, poison would hit the viking's body and the paralysis would begin and would leave the victim easy pickings.

"Woohoo!" Snotlout shouted as Hookfang caught himself on fire and rammed his way across the roads, completely incinerating the humans he passed. It was a good thing that Snotlout managed to jump down or he would've been toasted as well.

After jumping down, Snotlout ran towards the busy streets and hammered his way through. He punched, kicked and smashed the vikings that got on his way and by the time he was at the end of the street he was already looking a bloody mess. His hair was wet from sweat, his left eye was swollen and he was currently missing a tooth. His hammer was hanging by his side while it dripped blood from its fallen enemies. If someone looked closely they could see bits and pieces of flesh on the hammer.

Snotlout looked smug but deep inside he wanted to puke his breakfast yesterday. He loved to fight and win but he was not a killer. Against popular belief, Snotlout hated it when a mammal died. He noticed that Meathead vikings were coming his way so he sucked his gut and charged right in, hammer raised.

Fishlegs was with the vikings in the boats. He was relaying instructions and giving tactical advice so that there would be no mistakes and unnecessary deaths in this raid. He knew that Meatlug would be great out there but he just couldn't risk it. Gronkles were the most commonly killed in their tribe, well used to be killed.

"Listen, when Hiccup gives the signal, you guys fire those flaming rocks over our men and to their catapults. Take out their advantage and we win the fight" he advised the others. "The key here isn't aggression or recklessness, it's patience. If we could outsmart our enemy then we could force them to their knees with minimal casualties"

-With Hiccup-

While the others were busy fighting below, Hiccup was tasked in blowing key places. His job was to make sure that the Meathead wouldn't have an escape route when they finally realized that their outnumbered. Toothless fire another blast but Hiccup knew that he was already at his limit.

"Ok Toothless, let's give them the signal!" Toothless nodded his head and aimed above him to release a flaming inferno above him.

-With Fishlegs-

Fishlegs heard the night fury's screech so he looked up and saw it.

"The signal! Everyone to their stations!" he instructed.

The vikings then lit the rocks on the catapults and hurled them towards the village.

The signal wasn't only for the boats but also for the vikings within the village to warn them for the incoming rain of flaming rocks.

Flaming rocks started falling and hitting unsuspecting vikings on the ground. The Meathead's catapults didn't stand a chance. After the raining inferno, the Hairy Hooligans resumed their attack.

Toothless swooped down and dropped Hiccup to the ground. Hiccup told Toothless back away so that he wouldn't be caught by the crossfire. Hiccup drew his two swords and walked cautiously to avoid being ambushed.

Hiccup turned to his right, just in time to avoid being decapitated. He clashed swords with him but because he was using two of them, he sliced off the opposing vikings arm. The viking screamed in pain but it was cut short as Hiccup sliced his head off. Hiccup then was forced to weave again as an arrow passed his head. He looked towards the archer and quickly hid behind a barrel to not get hit by his arrows.

The archer was smart. He didn't rush things and just waited for Hiccup to make his move.

"You know, it's not nice trying to kill my fiancé." The archer, startled, turned towards the voice and released the arrow. But it was to no avail since Astrid was using a body to shield herself from the arrow.

She let the body fall and smiled sweetly at the scared viking as she sliced off his arms using her battle axe. The viking screamed in pain and Astrid just left him there to suffer. Nobody was allowed to hurt Hiccup except her!

"Hiccup?" she asked

Hiccup looked up from his hiding place "Astrid?" he stood up and hugged her "Come on. We still got a lot to do"

Astrid nodded and both ran towards to where Mogadon was located.

The raid didn't last long. Most, if not all, fighting vikings of the defending village was either fatally injured, in critical condition or dead. As Hiccup walked along the road and noticed the corpses lying on the ground. Some were theirs but most from the opposing side. Hiccup had to constantly close his eyes so that he didn't have to see the dead bodies of children.

He knew this would happen. Even before the raid he already knew that children would die. That's the reason why the only people he knew of his age group in their tribe were Astrid, Snoutlout, the twins and Fishlegs. Children die in raids. They were always used by the attacking tribe as bait and, in a worst case scenario, would be brought back to their village as part of their loot. Hiccup even heard of tribes eating the children of the village they pillaged.

He finally arrived at his destination. The chief's house. He entered inside and Mogadon was on a chair, tied up.

Mogadon looked up and frowned when he saw Hiccup "Where's Stoick? I'm willing to bet that he's still on his ship at this very moment and afraid to show his face to me!"

Hiccup shook his head "Nope. Dad is back at the village. I'm the one who organized this operation so I would take full responsibility for it." Hiccup leaned forward until he was mere inches from Mogadon's face "Now, listen to what I got to say. You've lost more than half of your tribesmen because of your recklessness. Tell me, how does it feel to lose to someone like me?" Hiccup asked coldly

Mogadon shivered at Hiccup's dominance over him. He could actually picture Hiccup as a kind of warlord. Mogadon hung his head and started to cry. He knew that crying showed weakness but what was the point in hiding. His whole family was killed during the raid. He was the only one left. Even his son was killed mercilessly.

Hiccup grabbed a bunch of Mogadon's hair to force him to look at Hiccup

Hiccup glared at him "Starting today, you will the village of Berk or you will suffer a fate worse than death."

Hiccup dropped his head and started walking outside. There he saw Astrid hugging herself and looked like she was about to cry. Hiccup enveloped her in a hug as she finally released her herself and cried on Hiccup's shoulder.

"Shh… It's ok… What happened?" Hiccup asked, concerned for her

"I-I ki-killed a child… " she sobbed "I didn't mean it!" she pounded on his chest but he just took it. "He came right at me with a sword so I was forced to pierce an arrow through his head but still!"

Hiccup sighed… This was why he wanted her to stay back. Because of him, she witnessed something inhumane. He had to make sure that their lives in Berk would stay peaceful no matter what.

AN: Boom! Done and done! Love it? Hate it? Flame it? Jerk it?