Hiccup would like to say that he had a peaceful night with bad dreams whatsoever, but sadly, being a demigod, that was impossible. He instantly found himself in what appeared to be a war room and saw several familiar faces.

He could see Drago Bludvist and Krogan, who were like Ryker, former adverse areas of his ancestor. Drago more or less suffered the same fate as Ryker, but Krogan had been executed by Drago himself when he failed due to the machinations of his ancestor.

"So, did he agree?" Krogan asked, and Hiccup saw he was talking to Ryker.

"Sadly, he wasn't convinced since we failed to hand over Hiccup Haddock to him," said Ryker. "He also felt played."

"It would seem as if he's just as difficult to capture as he is difficult to kill," Drago grumbled.

"There he is, exactly like his ancestor," said a voice.

Hiccup recognised that voice. It was Johann, who was, in fact, a son of Loki. However, unlike the twins, he was evil and lived over 1,000 years ago. He wasn't dead, but he had been frozen for quite a long time, and thanks to global warming, he was now free in the modern era.

"So we cannot count on the support of the fire giants," Johann concluded.

"We should never reached out to them that they are so unreliable," said a female voice.

Hiccup turned and saw Gullveig standing there with her golden flame-like hair. She was a Vanir goddess and the former Queen of Vanaheim. She had single-handedly started a war with Asgard when it became apparent that she had been manipulating events; her own people turned on her and exiled her.

"Fire giants just do nothing but burn, and fire cannot be controlled only channelled," said Gullveig. "We should have sent a much better diplomat to forge this alliance."

"Do not blame me for this debacle!" Ryker growled. "I was informed that Hiccup would be the nothing ever said that he was going to bring friends."

"And why did you assume he would come alone?" Johann laughed. "He has never been able to do anything alone. What made you think that this time would be different?"

Hiccup would've really enjoyed punching Johann in the face right now, but he suspected his fist would go right through his face.

"Enough of this," said another familiar voice.

Hiccup then saw the Prince of evil himself, Loki, standing at the head of the table. He was handsome in a devilish kind of way if it hadn't been for the burn marks on his face. Loki had spent over 1,000 years in a dark, damp cave with a snake dripping hot acid on his face day in and day out.

"The loss of the Fire Giants is regretful, but be honest, there was very little chance Surt would join us," said Loki.

"Then why do you waste our time to negotiate with them?" Ryker growled.

"I said it was unlikely, not impossible, and we cannot underestimate Midgard Academy," said Loki. "We have underestimated Hiccup in his friends a number of times, and they have always triumphed over us."

"So what do we do now?" Gullveig. "The boy's magic is getting stronger each day; he might even be challenging for you and me when we attack."

"I didn't know you hold him in such high regard?" Loki smiled.

Gullveig glared at him but said nothing.

"Should we really be praising our enemy?" Krogan scoffed. "It is a dangerous emotion."

"So is underestimating one's opponents; I would have thought you would have learned that lesson by now, Krogan," Loki smiled.

Krogan growled.

"So, what is our plan of action, father?" Johann asked. "We continue with my original objective, strengthen our army and try to weaken the enemy before we run our final strike on."

"I would like to remind you that preparing such an assault is not going to be easy," said Gullveig. "The Academy's defences are incredibly strong, crafted by Odin himself; the fight will not be as clean-cut as you may want it to be."

"Oh, I am fully aware that it could end up as a siege, but I am confident we can succeed. We have to make sure that there is no outside intervention."

"By the Aesir and the Vanir gods?" Drago assumed.

"No, by the other races, Ragnarok has never been particularly clear of the fate of the elves and the dwarfs during the final battle. Three additional armies could easily tip the balance."

"Then we'll just have to make sure that does not happen," said Gullveig.

Hiccup suddenly woke up, and his head hit something hard, giving him a massive headache.

"Ow!" Hiccup groaned, rubbing his head.

"Ouch," said a voice.

Hiccup looked up and saw that he had accidentally head-butted Fishlegs in the head. Fishlegs was a pretty large guy whose legs were incredibly skinny, making everyone wonder just how he was able to keep his body up.

"Fishlegs? What are you doing?" Hiccup groaned.

"Waking you up," Fishlegs groaned back. "Breakfast is nearly over."

Hiccup immediately looked at the clock on his mantelpiece and saw that it was indeed nearly 9 o'clock. The canteen closed at nine, and lessons started at 9:30.

"Oh, gods," Hiccup groaned, immediately jumping out of bed and changing his pyjamas.

"So, what were you dreaming about?" Fishlegs asked. "You were fidgeting quite a lot in your sleep."

"I'll explain later; the others need to know," said Hiccup.

Luckily, their first lesson was Alchemy, notorious for creating explosions that easily drowned out their conversation. Hiccup began telling everyone about his dream last night.

"So, Loki is planning to attack the Academy," said Jill.

Jill was a beautiful blonde-haired girl who had turned many ahead since her short time at the Academy. No surprise, considering that she was the daughter of Freya, the goddess of love and beauty.

"At least it sounds like Surt and his fire giants will be joining in the assault," said Astrid. "Guess your mission was a success after all."

"I suppose, but we still have a problem, the spy," said Hiccup.

"Do we have any idea who it could be?" Heather asked.

Heather was a beautiful raven-haired girl with forest-green eyes; her pale skin was the only thing that let her down. Though considering that she was a Dark Elf, that wasn't her fault; to everyone in the Academy, she was a demigod. She was, in fact, the daughter of Heimdall, the Guardian of the Bifrost Bridge.

"It could be just about anyone," said Astrid.

"But surely can't be any of us, right?" Fishlegs smiled.

Hiccup was certain it wasn't one of them, though he kept getting a nagging feeling something wasn't quite right.

"If one of us were a spy, that would have betrayed us during our last adventure," Jill pointed out.

"She does have a point," said Heather. "And right now, we can't afford to second-guess ourselves."

"We should really tell Mimir and Gobber about what you saw," Astrid advised.

"I agree, we should do that at lunch," said Hiccup. "Has there been anything about Ragnar or Snotlout?"

"Ragnar has been completely off the grid; I'm starting to get worried," said Heather.

"Mimir says he does on his own missions. He rarely sends any message," Astrid pointed out.

"That was back when he hardly trusted anyone," said Heather. "Besides, we need to know what Loki is planning, and Ragnar is our best hope of finding out."

"I'll mention it to Mimir, but I suspect that he would like for us to gather our defences," said Hiccup. "But what about Snotlout."

Snotlout was another one of their friends, though he was far more difficult to work with. He was the son of Odin and was now the king of the dwarfs, which no doubt inflated his ego even more. During their last adventure, they managed to put him on the throne, but not everyone liked the idea of him sitting on it.

"He says that he has everything under control," said Astrid, rolling her eyes. "But since this is Snotlout we're talking about, that means not everything is not okay."

"Guess I'll mention that to Mimir as well," Hiccup sighed.

"Loki is really concerned about the other mortal races joining our side?" Fishlegs asked.

"Well, since Ragnarok doesn't exactly give a clear picture of what happened to the other races, he has no idea what they're capable of. I guess he doesn't want a wild card in his careful, well-laid plans."

"Sounds like our mum, all right," said Ruffnut.

"Yeah, must be why she hates us," Tuffnut nodded.

Hiccup couldn't agree more that the twins were indeed unpredictable, which was their greatest strength.

"You know, I still can't believe having classes when the end of the world could be happening any day now," said Ruffnut.

Tuffnut nodded. "Yeah, you would think our teachers would ease off the homework."

"Let's not ask them," said Astrid. "We are, after all, getting close to our final year here in Berk."

Hiccup really wished she had mentioned that; he was already nervous about the upcoming battle upon them, and the last thing he wanted was to be worried about his final exams.

Lunchtime soon came, and Hiccup used this opportunity to speak to Mimir and told him everything he saw in his dream.

Like usual, Mimir just rested on the desk listening to everything Hiccup and looked like he was trying to assemble an invisible jigsaw puzzle.

"I see," said Mimir after he finished.

"Is that all you going to say?" Hiccup asked, trying to keep his anger under control.

"Lad, there's not a lot we can do with this information apart from shoring up our defences, which is what we were originally doing," Mimir pointed out.

"We can't just stay focused on defence; we have to get out there and find out more," Hiccup pointed out.

"We remind you of the last time we tried. You nearly got killed."

"Because of the spy."

"Who we haven't yet caught."

"I know, but at least if we try to investigate, it might stall Loki's attack and give us more time to prepare ourselves."

"Hmm," Mimir pondered. "You do have a point, but we don't have any leads to go on."

"Loki is concerned about the other mortal races joining us in the battle; maybe we should try reaching out to them," Hiccup suggested.

"I have my doubts that we have the capability of convincing them to join us," said Mimir. "I assumed your friends have told you that Snotlout has its hands full with the dwarfs."

"We did get that impression," Hiccup nodded. "So maybe we should try to help him?"

"That may very well look as if we're trying to impose our will on them, strengthening their cause. As for the elves, the Light Elves have shown no interest in offering any aid to anyone, and the Dark Elves have their own fight to contend with."

Hiccup groaned. "But there must be something we can do. Can we at least check on Ragnar? We haven't gotten the message from him for quite some time?"

"I'll admit that Ragnar's silence is concerning, but that said, he has done this quite a number of times and has always returned with all limbs attached."

"But this time, it's different," Hiccup argued.

"Lad, I know you're concerned about your friend, but we need every capable demigod right here in case the balloon goes up. It is obvious that both Loki and Gullveig see you as a threat, perhaps even an equal."

"But Mimir—"

"That's enough!" Mimir yelled.

Hiccup immediately fell silent, as was the first time he had seen Mimir yell.

Mimir took a deep breath and looked at Hiccup. "I promise you if I hear anything about Ragnar, I will inform you immediately, but until then, you must help the other students prepare for war. Not to mention you have your final exams to take."

"Do we really have to take them if the end of the world is upon us?" Hiccup asked.

Mimir smiled. "Schools didn't stop during the World Wars, or makes you think will stop them on the off chance that Ragnarok will begin."

Hiccup left Mimir's office, not feeling any better, and found Astrid had been waiting outside.

"How much did you hear?" Hiccup asked.

"Almost everything," she said, folding her arms. "So we're going to do nothing."

Hiccup shook his head. "No, I don't care what Mimir says. We're not going to sit idly by our friends in danger, especially if there's a chance that we can buy some time."

Astrid looked at him, stunned. "You mean going to go behind Mimir's back on this?"

"Which is easy considering he doesn't have," said Hiccup.

"Hiccup…" said Astrid seriously.

Hiccup sighed. "I know, but we have to take the offensive, you know that."

Astrid sighed and nodded. "So what do you want us to do it?"