How You Doing Insane Gang!

The final part of the siege is here! This will be the actual battle scene and aftermath so here we go.

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs.

The field was deathly quiet. The allies had their shields prepared and were just waiting for Krogan to make the first move.

Krogan paced in front of his army, he motioned with his head to the back where all of the archers were positioned. Each hunter nocked an arrow.

"Fire."

The volley of arrows rained down over, momentarily blocking the now risen sun.

The front lines held steady as arrows began to pierce through. They had to trust each other to make sure the man behind them had their heads covered. An arrow lodged itself through Snotlout's wooden shield making him waver. It was uncomfortably close to his eye.

Krogan withdrew his ax and pointed it at the army only a couple of yards away. The hunters let out a battle cry before charging.

Hiccup peaked above his shield to see the incoming wave.

"Spears!"

The second row dropped their shield coverings to pick up long spears. They lined them in place between each member of the first line.

Hiccup replanted his footing and gritted his teeth, knowing of the hard impact to come.

At once the hunters hit the front lines unafraid of death. Some immediately were impaled by the weapons while others were lucky enough to hit head-on with a shield. As a unit, the Berkians heaved back those on the shields to give themselves a break.

The twins opened up their shield barricade to let a single hunter through before sealing it off again. The fellow warrior behind them quickly sliced his throat.

In the back rows, Vikings lifted each other to deploy arrows over the shield wall.

Sounds of dragon fire and the smell of burning flesh began to surface. It disturbed the hunters enough to split from their lines.

Hiccup lowered his shield to shout orders to Snotlout.

"Pull warriors from the back to encircle them from the outside!"

"Got it! Snotlout! Snotlout! Oi! Oi! Oi!"

The Berkians and Beserkers began to break ranks to better engage in combat.

Hiccup ducked under a sword and swung his sword backhanded to slice the hunter fatally in the back.

He wanted to stay in the same vicinity as his friends in case they needed help.

Battle lines were now nonexistent and chaos reigned from either side. Everyone would have to keep alert from an attack at all sides.

A hunter landed in his line of sight, he wasted no time in gutting him before he realized what was even happening to him.

Astrid was in his peripheral vision handling herself fine of course. She still looked beautiful with her war paint slightly smearing and blood splattered all over her.

Making his way across the grass he spotted Fishlegs in a difficult position, taking on two hunters at a time.

Hiccup blocked a sword with his shield and shoved the hunter away from his friend. Now Fishlegs only had to focus on one. The hunter tried for a punch only to be tripped off balance by Hiccup and idiotically falls on his own sword impaling him through the chest.

Fishelgs follows soon after dispatching his man and was now panting hard.

"Thanks, Hiccup."

"Don't thank me yet, we still have to survive this."

Hiccup encountered more hunters and flyers alike and was able to kill all of them.

A particular nasty hunter was able to tackle him off his feet making him lose his grip on his sword. His shield was his only protection as the hunter tried to land punches on his face and body. After getting knocked around Hiccup was able to flick the trigger to his catapult. The small metal wing shot out and nailed the hunter in the nose. The spring back must have broken his nose since blood trickled down and out of his nostrils. The hunter let up, holding his nose, Hiccup was able to push him over to the side. It gave him enough time to start bashing his foe's head in with the side of the shield. It only took a couple of whacks since his shield was made out of Gronckle iron.

Picking up his sword again and igniting it he was drawn to see Stoick and Spitelout fighting side by side with Astrid and Osvif. At least Astrid had the comfort of knowing her brother is alright.

Stoick stood poised with his trusty ax at the flyer who decided to engage him. He was about to strike him down if it wasn't for Hiccup slicing into the side of his neck. The flyer continued to surge forward until he dropped dead from blood loss at the feet of the chief.

"Nice kill son!"

Hiccup stared at the body with disgust. He imagined that every hunter and flyer was either Krogan or Johann. It was only his anger at those two for causing so much pain and suffering of both dragon and humans alike to help him kill like this.

He was thankful that he was gifted with a sword like he was and for Astrid to fine tune his skills.

Catching his breath, he watched Osvif aim high with his broad sword while Astrid aimed low with her ax. The hunter only had time to choose one to block which Osvif's. Astrid's ax cut through his knee sending him to the ground on his back. Osvif finished him off with a jab downward into his stomach.

Stoick struck down another hunter rushing towards him with ease.

"You haven't happened to see the twins would you?"

Hiccup pushed back against his own opponent before disarming him and subsequently slashing at his chest.

"No." He grunted, "You?"

Before Stoick could answer on where he thought the twins might be, two warriors bashed their way with vigor.

"This is the most fun I had in ages!" Tuffnut whooped, swinging Macey around like a bat, catching hunters with it and sending them to the ground either for Ruffnut to finish off or a nearby ally.

Ruffnut was running with her spear poised to shish kabob any hunter or flyer in her way, she already had a flyer dragging lifelessly on the end.

Each twin began to wildly sing Berkian battle cries as they continued on into the fray.

"Well, that answers my question," Stoick muttered swinging his large ax in the faces of two hunters taking them out at the same time.

Osvif ditched his shield in favor of more mobility. He was like the death himself sweeping over unsuspecting enemies in a blur. Osvif felt Hiccup's heated stare. He adjusted his sword to grip it like a javelin, launching it straight at Hiccup. Hiccup's eyes widened and swerved to the side to avoid it. The sword hit true, as it was sticking out of the chest of a flyer that was about to skewer him.

The move cost him though as Osvif felt a shallow gash at his left shoulder blade. He growled in pain and anger. Astrid saw what happened and let out an angry cry before swinging her ax down through the enemy's skull.

Hiccup pulled out Osvif's sword and tossed it back to him in time to slice another hunter.

"Osvif!"

"Yes, Cheif!"

"Go check on Dagur and Heather to see how the Beserkers are fairing! Help them over near the village!"

"Aye Chief!"

Osvif gave a reassuring glance at Astrid in combat before running on.

Hiccup wiped his forehead feeling sticky. He wasn't sure if it was sweat or blood.

Probably both or more blood than sweat. Hiccup thought.

The front of his armor was coated in red and it made parts of his shirt stick to his body.

Striking down hunter after hunter, he checked to see how Astrid was fairing.

He swore loudly and scooped up an arrow from a dead body. He unleashed the crossbow mechanism on his shield. He loaded the bolt in and shot it out in time. The whizzing stirred Astrid to turn her head behind her just in time to see a hunter go down with an arrow in his eye.

Hiccup saddled up next to her after that. They went back to back slashing and slicing anyone who comes near. The bodies started to pile up around them creating a ring of death.

He flipped a man with his shield to only to have Astrid finish the kill. Hiccup became hyper-focused killing and slicing his way through his enemies. It was if his brain cleared as he glanced across the battlefield. He felt the eyes of someone boring into him, glaring with hatred unrivaled.

Somehow through the bodies of Vikings, he saw Krogan's glare. All fighting blurred and grew silent. Like himself, Krogan was covered in blood as a twirled his ax in his hand.

Astrid paused, in her fight to see why Hiccup stopped.

She tried to grab a hold of him. "Hiccup! Don't!"

Hiccup felt himself snarl as his feet began to pick up momentum.

"KROGAN!"

Krogan made no move as he waited for Hiccup to approach him.

He burst past hunters with brute force, delivering fatal blows as quickly as he can.

Hiccup was panting heavily and looked even more menacing, his face was splattered with blood with some running down his neck and the left side of his face. His armor was essentially ruined as the chest wasn't even brown but a deep red.

"Hiccup Haddock, come to meet your end?"

He pointed his sword at Krogan, "For you maybe, even when you die in battle today, the Gods will never serve you passage into their halls."

The two circled each other waiting for the other to attack first.

Hiccup lunged first only to be blocked by an ax. The only advantage Hiccup had was a shield, it took Krogan to use two hands on his large ax.

Krogan heaved him off, to try to catch him off balance by a leg sweep. Hiccup jumped it but landed awkwardly slowing his reaction time. Following the leg sweep, Krogan reared around to knick Hiccup on the bridge of his nose.

He let out an audible in taking of a breath. Hiccup threw his body backward to prevent more than just his nose cut. Krogan smirked, stalling himself as he watched Hiccup scramble to get up.

He was relishing in watching Hiccup panic, one of his favorite pastimes is making them squirm before killing his enemies.

This time it was Krogan who charged, swinging his ax in an overhead arc. Hiccup chose to block it with his sword. The impact made his hand numb, as the vibration moved up his arm into his shoulder.

He groaned, baring his teeth. Krogan chuckled as he began to add more pressure downward. Hiccup swung his shield to nail him in his vulnerable ribs.

Shocked by the blow, he was forced to drop his weapon and keel over to regain his breath.

Hiccup took the chance to strike him while down but he rolled out of the way just in time.

Krogan speared Hiccup to the ground, it wasn't until he heard the high pitched screeching of a Night Fury did he cover himself with his shield.

A strangled cry escaped Krogan, as the burning sensation could be felt through his cover. A new weight added to him. Moving the lump away with his shield he could only recognize Krogan's cold and literally dead eyes staring unseeingly. His clothes were charred and any exposing flesh was melting red blisters.

Tearing his gaze away, he waved his fire sword up towards the ridge. Toothless did a little hop at seeing the fiery beacon and his rider safe from harm.

Hiccup made his way to the outskirts of the battle, the hours were wearing on him as his muscles slightly ache. His adrenaline was the only thing keeping him alive as he was still killing anyone who dared approach him.

A slithering man crept along the walls, checking every way to make sure he remained undetected. Hiccup unstrapped his knife in his gauntlet, with a grunt it twirled out of his grasp. The blade stuck itself inches from the man's face, impeding his progress.

The man let out a gasp and jumped back, his head whipped around to see where the origin of the knife came from. He locked eyes with Hiccup's darkening gaze.

It was Johann.

Way longer than I thought, Part 4 will be posted tomorrow. Sorry again if this was too OOC but I wanted to simulate a real Viking battle. I got all of my inspiration from the show Vikings on the History channel. I highly recommand watching the eariler seasons.

Leave a comment about this mini-series, I'm curious if you guys like this viking realism or not.

Stay Crazy.