I ran through the forest, clutching the small bundle that hung from my shoulder to my chest as I dashed between the trees and foliage in the middle of the night, my hood up. Dragon Root arrows soared past my head, one of them even grazing my cheek as I looked behind me at the worst possible minute. Thankfully I got away with just a light scratch across my cheekbone.

As the forest started to thin out I became aware of the beach getting much closer than I would have liked. I let out a low curse in English as I stopped right at the edge of the beach. There was nowhere for me to run, and Nightshade was still shredding the ballistas and ships at the hunting post. With an annoyed growl, I carefully moved the bundle to hang at the small of my back and grabbed my spear.

After almost three years training with one of these things, I'd gotten pretty good. To make it easier to carry around, I pitched the idea of a collapsible staff to Viggo. Having a bit of an engineering streak to himself, he agreed to help with the project, and after several months, I had a spear that collapsed to around 70cm, about a third of its length, and held strong whether it was extended or collapsed. The blade itself at the end was fairly standard.

"Traitor!" One of the dragon hunters who was chasing me growled as they caught up to me. I said nothing in response. I just extended my staff and held my stance firm as the seven dragon hunters surrounded me. Had to buy time for Nightshade to get here.

"Come quietly Seth, and maybe Viggo would be willing to end you painlessly." The lead hunter said menacingly.

"You have to know that's not going to happen." I responded, speaking perfect Norse.

The hunter sneered, as if insulted by my response, and ordered his men to attack. Two of them dashed right at me, raising their axes with battle cries echoing from their throats. I back stepped their initial attack, rolled forward when they attacked a second time, and did a 360 sweep with my spear, knocking them to the ground. One of them hit his head on a beach rock and fell unconscious, and I jabbed the other one in the side with my spearhead. He'd pass out from blood loss pretty soon. I was fairly certain that he'd be treated by someone after I left. Probably.

Anyway, as I did that, I was aware of the sound of a bowstring being pulled. Right as the arrow was released, I reacted swiftly, bringing my hand up and catching the arrow mid-air. I had to smirk. I practised that one a lot, and had more than one scar from dulled arrowheads that didn't pierce as much as their sharper counterparts, but still pierced. With a squeeze of my palm, the arrow snapped in two, and I dropped the pieces to the ground.

One of the other hunters tried throwing his mace at me, but I just knocked it away with my spear and dashed right towards him. Another hunter tried to stop me, but I did another sweep and knocked him to the ground, before knocking the guy who threw his mace at me with the butt of my spear. A hard stomp to the stomach knocked the other guy out. Four down, three to go.

The guy who shot the arrow at me had already notched another arrow, but I was on him before he could fire. I slashed the string of his bow as he pulled it back, the tension snapping the strings at his hands, eliciting a cry of pain before I kneed him in the chest, knocking the wind right out of him. One of the last two tried to sneak up on me as I did so, but my instincts as a hunter were better than that. I jabbed my spear backwards, stabbing him right in the side. Probably didn't hit anything vital.

I pulled back my spear and faced the last man standing, the leader. I gave him a glare under my hood, and he looked at me with wide, fearful eyes.

"I wouldn't turn around if I were you." I whispered to him with an evil smirk. As I finished my sentence, an animalistic huff was heard, the breath hitting the Dragon Hunter's neck, making him stiffen. He turned to face Nightshade, who was standing right behind him, full height, with a glare on her face, and blood dripping down her maw, probably from Hunters that attacked her. "I suggest you run." I said casually, looking at my nails. He looked at me, then back at Nightshade, and back and forth a few times before hightailing it into the forest. I had to let out a laugh.

"Oh, that never gets old." I said with a grin as I collapsed my spear and slipped it into the holster on my back. Nightshade brought her head down to allow me to climb onto her back as I gently slung the bundle back to my stomach. "Hope the little guy wasn't too disturbed by the fight." I said with a small amount of concern right before Nightshade and I took off. Judging by the slow, deep breaths that were taken from inside the little sack, I'd say he was probably fine. Asleep, most likely. "Oh. I'm beat." I said with a sigh. "Let's find somewhere to camp." I suggested. Nightshade let out a warble of agreement as she ascended above the clouds, the bright night sky illuminating our way.

I reached into the satchel attached to Nightshade's saddle and pulled out my face mask. And no, not one of the surgical masks everyone was wearing before I got here. This mask resembled a ballistic mask more than anything else.

Why did I have this mask you might ask?

Well, flying at high speeds was proving to be hard on my eyes at times. Now, given that none of the Dragon Riders had this issue in the show, that either means they had no issue with it, or they did here. My eyes did NOT like flying at high altitudes and speeds. So, with Viggo's help, again, I was able to construct this mask using Gronckle Iron, and made some lenses out of Slithersong amber hammered paper thin. The inside was padded with leather so the metal wouldn't bother my skin, and because I found the flat, smooth surface of the outside just plain boring, it was painted to resemble the face of a Skrill, with a coating of lard to protect the paint from chipping or smearing. There were also narrow, vertical slits at the mouth, wide enough to aid in breathing, but narrow enough that most insects wouldn't fit through.

It really was a badass mask.

It protected my eyes from the wind, dust, and sunlight. And without any pollution of note, the night sky was actually so clear and bright that sometimes it hurt to look at it for extended periods, hence my wearing the mask now. Very useful, it was.

Viggo was indeed an immense help in adapting to this new world, and utilising Nightshade as both a mount, and a battle partner.

At least, he was before I went AWOL.

You know, permanently…

The following morning, Nightshade had found one of those massive eels in a lagoon on the random island we'd decided to camp on. She brought it back to the beach we were sleeping on and tore off a chunk for me before thoroughly devouring the creature. Shaking my head fondly at her greedy chomping, I removed the skin from the piece she gave me and set it over a fire that Nightshade had lit for me earlier. Whilst I waited for it to cook, I used the time to feed the little guy. I grabbed the bundle from before and undid the knots, seeing the contents.

It was a baby dragon

It had a build uncannily similar to a Night Fury, a dragon I'd encountered exactly once in my Dragon Hunting career. Four legs, two wings, two secondary wings, and tailfins, not to mention a very similarly built head. If I didn't know any better, I would have said that this dragon was a baby Night Fury, but I did know better. Where Night Furies had fleshy nubs on their heads, this creature had spikes. The head was slightly flatter and more pointed, and it had spikes along the bone of its wings. The tailfins were also different. They almost looked like arrows pointed inwards. Finally, whereas a Night Fury's scales were pitch black, with a faint hue of the darkest blue in the right light, this dragon was dark red, almost the colour of blood, and its eyes were a deep shape of luminous amber.

This was a Sand Wraith.

"Come on fella." I said, bringing him to my lap. He curled around, pawing at my legs like a kitten trying to get comfortable.

Grabbing my satchel, I pulled out a small case of sea slugs along with a mortar and pestle. Using the mortar and pestle, I smashed the sea slugs into a paste, mixed in a bit of yak milk, and proceeded to scoop the paste into the infant's mouth with a spoon. He happily slurped the paste up. It was kind of gross to do, but his first set of milk teeth were coming in well enough, so I wouldn't have to do it for much longer. Maybe a week or two.

A short while later, with the infant fed, our own bellies full, and no real reason to stay, Nightshade and I decided to just keep moving. Viggo doesn't take kindly to deserters, and traitors even less, so it wasn't good for us to stay in one place for too long. We probably could have camped out on the island for a few days without worry, but there wasn't any real reason to stay. Plus, I needed to make a trip to the Northern Markets. Nightshade was usually good for finding food, but jerky and other preserved foods were good to have on hand, just in case. I also needed to pick up more sea slugs for the baby. I was running low.

The little guy was awake and alert now, so he didn't want to go back into his bundle. He thought it was a game, jumping out of my reach every time I tried to pick him up. It was annoying, especially with Nightshade laughing at me, but it was nice to see that he wasn't too shaken up over being captured by the Dragon Hunters anymore. He was shaking like a cell phone on vibrate those first few days after I rescued him.

Finally, I was able to get him onto Nightshade's back, and we took off. He seemed to insist on climbing over to her head though. Everytime I pulled him to her neck, he would climb over her crown of spikes and plonk his rear right down on Nightshade's head, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, flapping in the wind. Eventually, I just gave up and had Nightshade slow down. She could still see well enough with the little guy on her head, but I didn't want to take any chances.

Of course, arriving at the Northern Markets came with its own problems. As per usual, Nightshade would hide in the forests. Normally, I'd be fine to take her with me, the sight of her saddle assuaging most of the people's anxiety around the presence of a dragon, but since leaving the Dragon Hunters, I'd decided to not do so. She was a dead giveaway as to my identity and location, and there were usually a few Hunters around the Northern Markets, either selling products for Viggo, or buying weapons. Having Nightshade with me will only draw attention, the wrong kind.

Hence my current predicament.

"Really?" I asked nobody in particular as the baby Sand Wraith made himself comfortable on my head. His upper body was resting on top of my head, with his hind legs wrapped around my neck, and his tail swishing along my back. He let out a happy coo before resting his head right above my forehead, as if intent on taking a nap. Nights laughed at the situation, seeing my deadpan expression. "This is not going to work." I said, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and pulling him off of me. He released a pitiful whine at his comfort being disturbed. "No." I told him sternly, placing him on Nightshade's back. He let out a whine and crouched his head down, looking up at me with wide, cute eyes. "Oh please." I said with an eye roll, walking off. That probably would have worked if I wasn't used to the presence of adorable children and pets. A lot of my parents' friends used to ask me to babysit.

As I approached the Markets, I pulled my hood up. Several times, I'd already encountered Bounty Hunters vying for the price Viggo had put on my head. 300 gold coins, a fair sum. The most expensive bounties I knew of were about 500 to 600. Anything higher than that was usually swept up and collected in a few days, before anybody else could try it. On average, a bounty will go for about 75 to 120 gold coins. That could set a person up for a couple of months. I sometimes checked the bounty board when I was low on funds. But, I digress.

The Northern Markets were usually a safe place to trade, but I'd already spotted several Dragon Hunters by the time I managed to get just about everything I needed. Some jerky and bread, which was really more like hardtack than actual bread, some arrows, and some sea slugs. I didn't want to stick around much longer, given the number of Hunters I'd seen. As I was about to make my way back to Nightshade, I heard a voice that really wasn't good for my health.

"Get those rations to the fleet, now!" Ryker Grimborn barked at his men. Immediately, I hid in the nearby bushes. Of course Ryker shows up at the Northern Markets at the same time I do, what else is new? I wanted to growl in annoyance and punch something, but decided against. That would only alert him to my presence.

There was a bright side though. There was someone else with him. A young woman with black hair, green eyes, and an angular face. She wore a brown leather vest, a metal skirt, a pair of brown leggings and boots, and some sharp shoulder pads. With her, there was a particular dragon, with a long tail and neck, and sharp metallic spines. A Razorwhip.

I knew exactly how to get their attention. I grabbed one of the sea slugs I'd purchased, and tossed it on over to the dragon, who immediately noticed it. Without any apprehension, the beast slurped it up happily, catching the girl's attention. I tossed another one out, this time in full view of the girl, and the dragon ate that one too. The girl seemed to pick up on what was happening, and turned to Ryker.

"I'm going to get the iron mason to sharpen my axe." She told him. "It's getting a bit dull. I'll be back in about an hour." She said, walking off.

"You have thirty minutes." Ryker shot back, his demeanour not having improved at all since I last saw him.

With that, she walked off, her dragon following. I followed in the bushes for a few minutes before she spoke. "Alright, it should be safe now." She said aloud. I made sure to double check the area, just in case before showing myself.

"Can never be too careful." I said, pulling my hood back. "Thanks for that. I wouldn't have been able to sneak away without Windshear covering me." She looked at me with a small grin as I approached, and gave me a quick hug.

"Glad to see you're alright." Heather told me as we separated.

"Likewise." I said, patting Windshear's jaw as the Razorwhip approached me. "I take it your little mission is going well?" I asked.

"Yes, actually." She said, pulling out a map and handing it to me.

"What's this?" I asked, seeing the marked spot on the map.

"A sea stack. I want you to meet me there in three days, after sundown." She told me seriously. "By then, I will have met Viggo, and we can discuss our next move with Hiccup."

"This is a very risky plan Heather." I said after a moment, sighing. "You don't know Viggo like I do. There's no doubt in my mind that he'll have you made as soon as he lays eyes on you. It might be better for you to just pull out now." I warned her, knowing full well my words would fall on deaf ears.

"It's worth the risk Seth." She responded. "I know you prefer to fly solo, I know the feeling, but you and I won't be able to take the Dragon Hunters down alone. Hiccup and his Riders are exactly the ally we need to put a stop to their operations." She urged me.

"I'm already on Viggo's shitlist for betraying him, doubly so since I started squashing his more barbaric operations." I reminded her. "I'm not eager to make it worse by outright decimating his empire."

"But if it works, you'll never have to worry about him or Ryker ever again!" She pushed. I could sigh in frustration.

"Stubborn Vikings…" I muttered under my breath in English. "Fine, I'll meet up with you and Haddock, but I make no promises on trying to help you kidnap Viggo, got it?" I asked with narrow eyes.

"I'll take it." She responded with an accepting nod. "By the way, with that out of the way, is the baby alright?" She asked, her eyes showing concern. She was the one who notified me of the infant's capture, so I guess it makes sense that she'd want to know how he's doing.

"He's doing fine." I told her, much to her relief. "He's in the forest with Nightshade. He was a little shaken for a few days, but he's calmed down. Now he's just a bundle of energy and no small amount of annoyance." I said with a tired, albeit fond sigh, getting a laugh from Heather.

"Was it actually a Night Fury like those Hunters thought?" She asked, her excitement clear. I unfortunately had to dash her hopes.

"It was a Sand Wraith." I told her, eliciting a bit of confusion. "A Tidal Class Dragon that can burrow through sand as if it were water. They share a striking resemblance to Night Furies, and are likely related, but no, he's not a Night Fury." I explained. It was clear that she was somewhat disappointed.

"Well, that's a shame." She sighed. "Hiccup would have been ecstatic. Still glad the little guy's OK though." She added quickly, which I thought was funny. "Do you know where they can be found? Where can you find more of his kind for him?" she asked.

"I know a few locations where they've been sighted, but I'm actually thinking I'm going to keep him." I told her, much to her surprise. "What?" I asked.

"You're actually going to keep and raise a baby dragon?" She asked.

"Why not?" I asked, my eyebrow raised.

"I didn't expect that from you is all." She told me honestly.

"Well thanks a lot, I feel all warm inside now." I shot back sarcastically, eliciting a laugh.

"Well, given the types of Dragons you usually hang around, I wouldn't expect you to be taking in a cute and cuddly baby Night Fury lookalike." She pointed out.

"Just because Nightshade is a ferocious, fear-inspiring, carnivorous monster, doesn't mean I don't like cute or pretty things." I huffed, crossing my arms.

"So you don't harvest Silkspanner silk for your bowstrings?"

"It's good stuff!"

"And you didn't relocate an entire flock of Deathgrippers that Viggo was planning on capturing?"

"You want him to harvest their venom for his army?"

"You didn't make friends with a Whispering Death after freeing it from Viggo's base?"

"I was the one who put him there in the first place!"

"And what about the albino Slitherwing that always tries to hug you whenever you see him?"

"He was cast out for being different! Excuse me for showing him some compassion." I rubbed my temples as I felt a nasty headache building. "Where are you going with this?" I asked tiredly.

"It's just that every time I see you, you seem to have a new story about you making friends with one of the nastiest, ugliest, or most dangerous Dragons around." She told me. Well, Silkspanners are some of the ugliest Dragons around, Deathgrippers are incredibly aggressive to unknowns, and Slitherwings are some of the most dangerous, so I could see her point. No way in hell I was going to tell her that though. "I never expected you to start caring for an adorable baby dragon. Nice to know you have a soft side." She said with a teasing smirk. I just rolled my eyes in response.

"You should probably get back soon. I know Ryker gave you thirty minutes, but if you actually take that long, he'll have you sweeping the deck. Trust me, I know." I told her, jabbing my thumb in the direction Ryker was in.

"Alright then. See you in three days?" She asked as we hugged once more.

"Three days." I confirmed, nodding. With that, she smiled and walked off, Windshear following after I gave her one more pat under her chin, and another sea slug. "Shit's about to get real, isn't it?" I asked no one in particular as I stared up into the sky. I had a feeling my abandoning the Dragon Hunters would result in an all out war sooner or later. It seemed that time was drawing closer.

With a shake of my head, I pulled my hood back up and made for Nightshade.

Three days came and went fairly quickly. I now found myself standing on top of a fairly large sea stack in the middle of nowhere, after dark, waiting for Heather and her friends to arrive. Nightshade decided to take a nap whilst waiting, and the baby Sand Wraith, which I ultimately decided to name Arrow, was resting on my shoulders like a pet lizard. I think he and I had gotten to a point where, even if I wanted to leave him with his own kind, he wouldn't want to leave. He's too attached to me. I rescued, fed, and sheltered him in his most crucial imprinting moments of infancy. As far as he's concerned, I'm his parent. Leaving him with his own kind now would be like leaving a newborn kitten on the driveway. A terrible thing to do.

Anyways, I didn't have to wait long for the first arrival, and it wasn't Heather.

The unmistakable shape of a Night Fury, not easily visible in this lack of light unless he's close by, landed on the sea stack along with a blue and yellow Deadly Nadder. These two Dragons were easily recognisable, as were their riders. Hiccup Haddock looked like I expected him to, with the auburn brown hair and green eyes. He wore brown leather armour, almost a sort of precursor to his outfit in the second movie. Astrid Hofferson's outfit wasn't too different from what was seen in the first movie or the show. Blue tunic, brown studded skirt, blue leggings, etc. Her blond hair, blue eyes, and angular face were unmistakable.

Nightshade stirred awake as she heard their footsteps of the approach.

"Hiccup Haddock and Astrid Hofferson I presume?" I asked, ignoring their surprise at seeing another person riding on a dragon. "Heather speaks highly of the two of you." I said, pulling my hood back. They looked at me with a mixture of surprise and confusion, and I realised what I did wrong. I spoke English, which they didn't understand. "Sorry about that." I said, switching to Norse. "Its difficult to remember that nobody speaks English here." I said. "You must Astrid Hofferson and Hiccup Haddock, yes?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah, yeah we are." Hiccup said, snapping out of his stupor. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting another Dragon Rider. I didn't know there were others out there." He told me, rubbing the back of his head.

"It's a big world, Haddock. I highly doubt that you or I are the only ones who have figured out how to mount a dragon." I reasoned. "The name's Seth, by the way." I added, recalling that I hadn't introduced myself. "Seth Bishop."

"Heather told us she'd have someone else here with her, she didn't mention another Rider." Astrid chimed in, her arms crossed as she gave me a once over. "If your first language is English, does that mean that you're a Saxon?" She asked.

"Anglo-Saxon, yes." I answered, and it wasn't technically a lie. My grandfather was indeed German. Besides, saying that I'm an Anglo-Saxon was easier than explaining being born and raised in England, and then moving to Australia at the age of 15, and then moving to 9th century Scandinavia at the age of 20.

"I never expected a Saxon to be brave enough to ride a dragon. Much less one that looks like that." Astrid remarked, looking at Nights. The Deathstorm wasn't ecstatic about the new people, much less the dragons. Especially the Night Fury. As they got closer, she wrapped her tail around me and hissed, letting out her tusks. They immediately halted their approach.

"Don't mind her." I said, placing a calming hand on Nightshade's head. "She's a mostly solitary creature, and very territorial. She doesn't take kindly to new people or dragons." I explained. "That goes doubly so for other Strike Class Dragons." I gave a pointed look to the Night Fury. In response, Hiccup instructed his dragon to back up a little, which did help Nightshade's apprehension a bit.

"What even is she?" Hiccup asked, looking at her with awe.

"She's not a new species, if that's what you're asking." I told him. "She's a hybrid. A crossbreed between a Skrill and a Deathgripper."

"A Deathgripper?" Astrid repeated.

"Strike Class Dragon with thick, plate armour like scales, pincer forelegs, a retractable stinger on their tail, and tusks about five times as long as hers." I inclined my head towards Nightshade's head. Her tusks, whilst incredibly sharp, were shorter than my hand. A Deathgripper's tusks would be about as long as my forearm, from elbow to fingertip. Some might be even bigger. "They also spit acid that sets alight when exposed to air. Very powerful dragons."

"I've never seen one before." Hiccup admitted.

"Pray that you don't. They're incredibly aggressive and bordering on murderous. They're pack-hunters, and carnivorous to the point of cannibalism in extreme cases." I warned him, getting a concerned look from him. Both he and Astrid took a step back, even as Nightshade retracted her tusks.

"How did you manage to tame her then?" Astrid asked, baffled.

"Well, she's not completely tame." I admitted. "But I think she has more in common with her Skrill parent than her Deathgripper parent. There's also the fact that I helped her heal after she was shot down and wounded by Dragon Hunters." I explained. "She's also fairly young, which I think helped. We've estimated she's only 13 years old right now. Barely started puberty when I met her." I added.

"Really? She's bigger than Toothless." Hiccup pointed out, looking at his Night Fury, who was just sitting back there, keeping his distance.

"Not by much." I said, stepping over Nightshade's tail and approaching the dragon. He just looked at me curiously as I gently placed a hand under his chin, letting out a soft warble as I gently scratched. "I've never actually seen a Night Fury up close." I said, examining his jawline and facial structure. "If I were to hazard a guess, I'd say he's at least five years older than Nightshade." I said, running my fingers along the nubs on his jawline.

Arrow, who was drowsily waking up as I examined the Night Fury, raised his head from my shoulder and saw the dragon in front of me. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he truly took in the sight of Toothless, and let out a happy cry, pouncing from my shoulder's onto Toothless' snout. Toothless, knowing a baby when he saw one, decided to play along and rolled onto his back eliciting cries of delight from Arrow. I had to laugh as I stood up straight.

"That the Sand Wraith Heather mentioned?" Hiccup asked. I nodded in response. "It's uncanny, he looks almost exactly like a Night Fury." He said as Toothless had the baby pinned on his back, pawing at Arrow's belly in a very cat-like manner. Arrow seemed to be having the time of his life.

"The two species are probably related. Maybe a pack of dragons split two ways, and they each evolved in different directions." I suggested as Arrow leapt onto Toothless' neck and yanked on the Night Fury's ears with his stubby teeth. Hearing Nightshade hissing at me, I looked at her with an annoyed expression. "Calm down, will you?" I asked. She hissed at me again, a gesture I returned. Hiccup actually looked nervous at her behaviour. "Don't worry about her, she's just being a brat." I told him. In response to my words, she tossed a tiny stone at my head with her tail. "Case in point." I rubbed the area that was stinging from the stone.

"Glad to see you all getting along." A new voice announced as a Razorwhip landed on the sea stack. Heather dismounted her dragon, who went on to play with Stormfly whilst Toothless was still occupied with Arrow.

"You sure you weren't followed?" Astrid asked her as she approached.

"Positive." Heather responded. "Besides, Viggo suspects Dagur and Ryker." She told us. "He asked me to go with him to capture a Flightmare, just him, Windshear, and me." She explained.

"Flightmare?" Hiccup asked. "Why would Viggo want the Flightmare?"

"You're missing the point Hiccup." Heather responded with a sigh.

"He does that, from time to time." Astrid deadpanned.

"No, I disagree." I said thoughtfully. "That's important. It's not random. If he wants it, it's for a reason."

"Be that as it may, with just him there with Windshear and I, it's the perfect time for an ambush." Heather pushed with a grin.

"Maybe, but how does he think you three alone are going to capture a Flightmare?" Hiccup asked.

"Viggo is a professional Dragon Hunter, Hiccup. Very good at what he does." I told him. "But that's besides the point. I know Viggo, and this is definitely a trap." I said. "I'm telling you Heather, he figured you out as soon as you spoke to him. This is not a good idea." I stressed. "The best option right now would be to get the Flightmare to move on, and pull you out before it's too late."

"Whether that's true or not, this is too good an opportunity to miss." Heather retorted. "You guys could swoop in, grab Viggo, and set the Flightmare on its path in a matter of minutes."

"Except there's likely going to be a massive armada waiting for us there, making it very difficult to 'swoop in' and grab anything." I pointed out, my frustration rising.

"OK, here's what we're going to do." Hiccup chimed in, sensing my annoyance. "We'll get there before Viggo and Heather, send the Flightmare on its way, and keep an eye out for any ships that are not Viggo's. If we see anything, we'll retreat, and Viggo won't touch any of us. How does that sound?" He asked, looming between us.

"Better than nothing." I sighed, shaking my head.

"Great, now all we have to do is find it." He said.

"I've got you covered." I said, reaching into my saddle. I pulled out a map, showing the path of the Flightmare I'd managed to track.

"Seth and I spent a good long while tracking it last year." Heather explained. "As you know, it follows the trail of glowing algae as its food source."

"We were able to pin its location every couple of weeks." I added. "At this point in time, it should be right here." I said, pointing at one of the islands on the map.

"Exactly." Heather nodded. "I gave Viggo the location, which I think should at least make Viggo wonder if he actually can't trust me." She said, giving Hiccup the map. "I should get back. Make sure you're at the island." She told him.

"We will be." Hiccup nodded.

"As will I." I added. As much as I didn't want to.

And so we meet the Dragon Riders.