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LORD DESTRYUK: First, I love the enthusiasm. Second of all, we have to go through how Hiccup becomes a Samurai and that will take a while.

Guest: Thank you.

DJ Rodriguez: That's fine.

Thank you. I appreciate it deeply.

I thought that's typical of every Gojiran variant, save for Zilla. They are not deterred of their enemy's size. They will give it their all to defeat and destroy.

Thank you. That was inspired by Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 with Drax's foolish idea to fight that beast alien to jump down its throat as well as Godzilla 2000 with what Godzilla did to Orga at the end of the film.

I wonder, is that a problem? Oh wait, I just remembered what I wrote for this chapter.

Anyways, let's move on with the story.

Chapter 9: A New Morning

Chief Mogadon the Meathead of the Meathead tribe stands on a pier as the first ship comes in, hands on his hips. "Stoick! What an unexpected surprise!" he says in greeting in a friendly tone to Stoick. "When my men first called of ships, I thought Alvin." he admitted before asking, "What brings you?"

Stoick stands at the head of the boat as it drifts near to shore, and Stoick calls out in answer. "Ill tidings, I'm afraid, my friend."

Mogadon sticks out an arm for Stoick, and as the ship nears the dock, Stoick takes it, stepping onto the pier with a weary sigh. "Tell me." Mogadon says to the Berkian Chief.

"I brought all my warriors on a search for the nest." Stoick replied gruffly.

"This late in the year? All your warriors?" Mogadon asked, mildly surprised.

Stoick nodded. "We had a plan–the sort we've never had. . . " he explains before trailing off for a brief moment. He decides that the plan shouldn't be explained, for now. "But we were ambushed by a Night Fury." he added.

Mogadon frowns sympathetically. "A Fury. How many casualties?" he asked.

Stoick shakes his head. "None, except for ships. We were left with only five seaworthy, and sailed here, in hopes that you might lend your fleet to bring the rest of my warriors from the Helheim's gate." he replied and looked to his old friend with a hopeful expression.

Mogadon nods his head while waving his hand dismissively. "Of course, Stoick. As many as you need."

Stoick nods his head gratefully. "Thank you, Mogadon. Truly."

Mogadon and Stoick walk away from the piers and through the Meathead Village. "Nothing of the Nest, then?" asked Mogadon.

Stoick shakes his head. "No." he said truthfully.

Mogadon hums as the men walk, and Stoick is quick to speak up. "But that doesn't mean we ought to give up trying."

Mogadon shakes his head in agreement. His tribe had suffered dragon raids as well. "No, no of course not. Thuggory!" Mogadon calls out for a young lad standing on the shore amongst a group of other children. The boy is similar to Snotlout in build, but much taller. He raises his head at the call of his chief.

"Fetch Runik," Mogadon instructs his son. "And tell him to gather sailors and ship hands!"

Thuggory nods at the direction, turning on his heel and setting off at a run towards the village. Stoick watches him go. "He's grown." he notes aloud.

Mogadon grins in pride to his son. "That he has, and it seems all he can speak of when I mention the next Thing is your lad." he admits to Stoick

Stoick hadn't thought much of that, at the time. Were Thuggory and Hiccup friends? He hopes so. Stoick had so often worried about Hiccup providing embarrassment at the Thing that he hardly gave much care to the lad, outside of ensuring he was well out of trouble.

He hadn't any idea if Hiccup got along with the other heirs, really. Mogadon gets a thoughtful expression and turns to Stoick. "Tell me, how is he?"

Stoick shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. "Hiccup is well."

Mogadon nods as they sit in the Great Hall. "Good, good. Any taller?" he asked jokingly.

Stoick chuckles. "No, not quite yet. Here's hoping." he said, also in a joking tone before adding, "He proved to be quite the force in Dragon Training, however."

Mogadon looks to him in disbelief. "No! Your boy?" he asked.

Stoick chuckles in response. "Oh, don't I know it." He holds up a hand. "If someone had told me that in just a few short weeks, Hiccup would go from being, well. . . " Stoick pauses and thinks of a word before settling with, "Hiccup, to placing second in Dragon Training? Well, I would've tied him to a mast and shipped him off for fear he'd gone mad!"

Mogadon laughs as do several others. "That's fantastic Stoick." The Meathead chief says between his laughter. "Your lad, I never would have thought!" he admits.

Stoick shakes his head. "Me either, old friend," he replies in between his own laughter. "Me either."

"Hello? Hiccup?" Astrid Hofferson stands in front of the Chieftain's house, knocking upon his door. The sun is high in the sky. "Hiccup?" The blonde shield maiden pauses and hesitates briefly. "Uh. . .me and the others are heading to the Great Hall for lunch, if you want to..."

A sheep bleats, and Astrid turns. Down the steps leading to the Haddock house, Mildew stands in the street with his sheep. Astrid blinks, and Mildew stalks off with a sour look.

Slowly, Astrid turns back. "Hiccup, come on. Open the door!" She brings her fist to the door, knocking harder, and it swings inward.

Astrid peers inside, calling hesitantly. "Hiccup?"

"I'm a little busy, can it wait?" calls back the Viking Heir as he stands, shirtless before a large pot of water. He looks over his shoulder annoyed before seeing that it was Astrid.

"Oh! Sorry!" Astrid said in surprise. Hiccup turned around and sighed. "It's nothing, but apparently the Twins thought the best thing to start today was to prank me while my dad's away."

Astrid narrowed her eyes a little. "What did they do?" she asked.

"Just took one of my tunics and dunked it in a barrel of boar meat," Hiccup replied in annoyance, not looking back to Astrid and focusing on the pot of water. "I've been trying to clean it but I think it may be ruined beyond repair."

Astrid grimaced. "Oh. That's bad." she said in sympathy before noticing there were a few bruises on the boy's back. She walks forward in concern. "Did something happen? You're kind of bruised up." She reaches to touch one of the bruises on his back. Hiccup recoiled and hissed.

Astrid pulled her hand back with another wince. "Sorry." Gentle was not her specialty.

"It-It's fine," Hiccup said with a wince. "Just went exploring, ended up walking at night." he replied. "Fell down a small cliff."

"Did you check in with Gothi?" Astrid asked. "I'll do that for my arm." Hiccup replied nonchalantly while thinking, Man, never thought that I wished to have Gojira's healing abilities.

"Your arm?" Astrid asked before she saw his right upper arm was poorly bandaged and red.

"Got stabbed by a tree limb when I fell." Hiccup explained simply as he pulled out his ruined tunic and tossed it into the fire pit. "But hey, it's only fun when you get a scar out of it, right? Pain, love it." he said sarcastically.

Astrid rose an eyebrow at the sarcasm before remembering what she came to the house. "Well, anyway, it's lunch time now. Would you like to join us?" she asked.

Hiccup paused as he was putting on a new tunic. He remembers how he used to long for hanging out with the other kids, especially Astrid, and here she was, asking for him to join them.

Eventually, he shook his head. "Thanks for the offer, Astrid, but I respectfully decline." He replied as he put on a new tunic. Besides, it'll probably end Snotlout and the Twins secretly kick his legs when Astrid wasn't aware and Fishlegs wouldn't do a thing about it.

1 Week later. . .

A fleet of Meathead ships appear on the horizon, sailing straight on towards Berk. Upon the foremost ship stands Stoick the Vast as at last, Berk comes into view. He watches the island rise out of the waves with crossed arms, and Gobber comes to stand beside him. "About time, eh?"

Stoick huffs. "We're hardly done. We still need to send fresh sails out to the boats stranded in Helheim's gate, if dragons haven't burnt em' to cinders." he replies gruffly.

Gobber nods in agreement. "Aye, and don't forget, someone has to sail all these ships back to Mogadon." He points at the ships they are in.

All of the warriors who traveled to the Gate stand upon Meathead ships, having left theirs abandoned. The Vikings cheer as they notice Berk, rejoicing. They have spent many days at sea, and all of them are eager for their beds, their husbands and wives, their children.

An hour later, the boats arrive on Berk's shores. Those who stayed behind gather by the docks, including the teens of Berk, eager for a glimpse of their parents.

Lacking Hiccup.

Astrid stands at the back of the group, peering back into Berk. "Has anyone seen Hiccup lately?" she asked the teens.

No one answers her. "Snotlout?"

The boy spins around, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Astrid?"

Astrid grimaces and groans in disgust. "Ugh, no." she shakes her head. "I was asking if you've seen Hiccup."

Snotlout frowns. That was not the conversation subject he was looking for. "No. Why would I see Hiccup?" he asked.

Astrid frowned and rose an eyebrow. "Uh, he's your cousin?"

Snotlout shook his head and turned away, muttering, "Not by choice."

Astrid frowned again, this time in rising anger. "Well, I went to Chief Stoick's house a few–" she is interrupted when Tuffnut shouts to his twin, "Ruff, look, there's mom!"

Tuffnut grabbed his sister's arm and the two went racing forward, causing the Snotlout and Fishlegs to give chase. Astrid frowned, but then her Ingrid Hofferson appeared in her eyesight on a ship, and the lass smiled, beating her boots against the dock as she ran.

Stoick grunts, helping to heave a basket onto the deck. The grateful Viking claps him on the shoulder, and Stoick wipes his hands, taking in the docks. Around him, Spitelout is entertaining Snotlout as the boy tells some story with a great amount of flexing and shouting. The Thorston patriarch has his daughter under his arm, while Tuffnut drags his mother over to join them. Fishlegs is hugging his mother, and Astrid runs up to her parents.

Stoick looks around for Hiccup before remembering their last conversation and decided not to go looking for him.

Besides there were some Vikings now asking for his attention.

Two Days later

The sun rises slowly over Berk, a ball of orange flame splitting the dark blue sky. It rises over the halls, casting their shadows onto the surrounding lands, the shape of sloped roofs and wind vanes popping into existence. However, as the sun throws the dark outline of one such home onto the grass, the roof juts up unnaturally, with a curving horn and long wing.

Hiccup lies in bed, the morning sun creeping in through his window. The roof shakes.

Hiccup takes his eyes from the thing beside his bed, lifting them to the roof. He props himself up on his elbow, watching the wooden ceiling, but no further disturbance arises.

Hiccup frowns, settling back down– until something chirps.

Hiccup freezes, very slowly turning over.

A familiar green Terrible Terror perches on the edge of the bed, kneading Hiccup's blanket with his paws.

Hiccup stares. "Uh. . . Sharpshot?" The Terror blinks. "Hi." The Terror crawls quickly forward, and as Hiccup sits up, the dragon scrambles into his lap.

Hiccup hisses quietly. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "How did you—" his eyebrows shoot up as he remembers that he is in his house! "You can't be in here!"

Another thud sounds from far off and Hiccup yelps, throwing his blanket over the Terror. The dragon squeaks indignantly under the covers, but the sound was not Hiccup's father ascending the stairs to his room. Screams come from outside.

Hiccup shoots up, sliding the bundle of blanket–Terror and all–off his lap. He stumbles from bed, grabbing one of the posts as his hands flies out to grab his boots, while the Terror struggles within the blanket, unable to find a way out.

Seemingly satisfied, Hiccup runs over to the bed, where the snout of the Terrible Terror has just begun to peek out of the blankets. Hiccup leans down to eye-level with the dragon. "You, stay."

And he flips the blanket back over the Terror, leaving it behind as he yanks open his bedroom door and descends the stairs.

Stoick comes tearing out of his own bedroom, tripping as he tries to pull on one of his boots and tighten his belt at the same time.

He catches sight of Hiccup running for the door, only limping perhaps every third step. Stoick reaches for him, dropping his boot. "Hiccup! Wait–!"

Hiccup throws the door open. He pauses, eyes in shock and confusion. "What the—"

Because as Hiccup looked outside, it was revealed that Berk was filled with dragons.

There are Nadders on rooftops, Gronckles in the street, Monstrous Nightmares overhead and Terrors chasing children. Changewings hiss at one another for a spot in the sun-touched grass, and a Thunderdrum prowls the sky some twenty feet up. A Zippleback chases a loose boar on the ground. The dragons are strewn all over the village, but it is undeniable to see that they are clustered around the Chieftain's house. Approximately ten Terrors swing from the dragon effigy above the door, and a tired Zippleback naps on the roof. Nadders rub their spines flat against the side of the house, tearing shingles free, and a Gronckle vomits a circle of lava, settling down within it. The edge of that lava-circle sets the Haddock house aflame in one tiny corner.

And when Hiccup had opened the door, every single one of them turns their heads, staring at the boy in the doorway.

Hiccup, apparently, was just as confused to be living it. "Uh—"

A Viking screams just as he walks out of his house. "DRAGONS!"

The streets are flooded with Vikings, too. They scoop the children from the ground while another gives chase to the Terrors with axes, and men scramble for arrows while shouting commands, eyeing the blue Thunderdrum in the sky. A woman runs outside only to shriek at the Nadder nesting on her rooftop, and screams erupt inside a house where a group of three sleeping Gronckles fall through the ceiling.

"Hiccup!" The Chief appears behind the boy, tearing the door open wider, and his mouth drops open. "RAID!"

Hiccup shakes his head. "Dragons don't raid this late in the year—"

Stoick does not listen to him. "GET ALL THE CHILDREN AND ELDERLY TO THE GREAT HALL!"

Most of the dragons fly up into the dawn, roaring their discontent at the screaming Vikings below, but not one of them fires– not yet. They circle over the Haddock hall, one brave Gronckle diving down for a perch on the now unoccupied roof— but Stoick's axe flies end over end just beneath its underbelly, "YAH!" he shouts and the startled Gronckle soars off. Hiccup stands beside his father, mouth agape.

Another dragon, a purple-brown Gronckle, catches sight of Hiccup in front of the house.

The Gronckle had been wandering along, buzzing just over the ground, and jerked straight out of its flight.

It roars happily, charging. Hiccup sees it and opens his mouth– only to be swept off his feet by Stoick hoisting him into his arms. "Mulch!"

Mulch leaps into view, tackling the Gronckle to the side and lifting his hook to bash it.

Hiccup begins to shout, "NO–" Stoick shoots him a look. Hiccup's shout slowly dies down. "–OO oo. . .Mulch is. . . gonna get hurt. . . Dad, put me down!" he said urgently.

But Stoick is forced just then to leap aside as a flock of Terrors comes shooting by, all of them growling as Hiccup disappears from their line of sight.

The Terrors go crashing into Plegma instead, breaking on her face like a spider's egg, the lot of them swarming all over her like a climbing wall.

The woman shrieks, swinging her sword in the air, but she hits none of them.

Hiccup struggles in Stoick's grip. "DAD! Seriously, put me–"

Stoick says urgently, "Gobber, take him!" Hiccup yelps as he is suddenly handed off to an appeared Gobber. "Gobber—"

Stoick points up the hill. "Take him to the Hall! Round up any elders you see!" he orders the blacksmith. "Any stray children!"

Hiccup frowns and kicks his feet. "I can run—"

Gobber salutes Stoick. "Aye, Chief!" Gobber races off as Stoick turns just in time to punch one head of a Zippleback.

Hiccup cranes his head over the blacksmith's shoulder, watching his father. "Gobber—"

Gobber talks over him as he runs. "Don't push yourself, lad! HYA!" Gobber falls into a slide quite graceful for a one-legged man his size, gliding beneath a low-flying Changewing that is then leapt upon by a duo Vikings. Hiccup yelps, but as Gobber jumps back up into his sprint, he winks down at the boy. "Look at me now, eh? Trust me, Lad. You're safe with me."

Hiccup looks around in confusion. "What is going on?!"

The nearest dragons drop their heads into the dirt as Gobber runs by, some roaring. And while the sound is as threatening as ever, the pupils of the beasts are wide and dilated, and they grumble when Hiccup is carried by, out of sight.

Gobber shouts to running Vikings as he passes, some groups of them without weaponry, having just stumbled into the dawn in their skivvies or nightgowns. "Follow me! To the Great Hall!"

Hiccup tries to survey the world outside of Gobber's bouncing hold. The dragons are not attacking, but those wrestling with terrified and rageful Hooligans are beginning to snap and snarl. Some take for the sky when the opportunity arises, but others start to smoke at the mouth. Hiccup turns his head, and shouts, "GOBBER!"

Gobber turns just in time to be caught in the side by a Changewing, whizzing out from between two halls. The man goes flying, and Hiccup is launched from his arms, both of them striking the earth.

Gods, so much for me being safe with Gobber! Hiccup thinks to himself sarcastically. The meathead does such a great job. Really, he does. Hiccup bounces once, immediately shoving his arms beneath him and fighting to sit back up. The Changewing lands, crawling over and stopping before the boy.

Hiccup stares up into the dragon's face, and the beast slowly lowers its head, snout dipping into the dirt.

Hiccup's brow furrows, and the dragon glances at him hesitantly. Hiccup pants, swallowing, and gingerly begins to extend a hand, "HICCUP!" shouts Gobber as he scrambles up, seizing an axe and winding it back.

Hiccup gasps and kicks out with his left leg, catching the Changewing in the neck.

The dragon roars, recoiling, and the action of flinging its body back spares its life, for Gobber's axe goes soaring past the spot where its shoulder had been. The Changewing's pupils turn slitted and it roars, turning on Gobber, tail flinging over Hiccup and barring him from the man.

"AHHHHH—" Gobber charges, his hook raised. Hiccup throws out a hand, wrapped in the tail of the Changewing. Hiccup shouts, "No, Gobber!"

The Changewing spits a shower of green acid, forcing Gobber to leap aside. Hiccup struggles in the tail. "Hey! Let up! It's alright, I'm sorry—AH!"

A hand seizes Hiccup's upper shoulder and tugs him away from the dragon. Snotlout yanks him up, shoving his cousin behind him. "Move it, Hiccup! Leave this to the real Vikings!" The Changewing growls at the boy. Snotlout draws his axe, hoisting it over his head and screaming a war cry.

"Snot—!" Hiccup tries to stop him. Protecting the Changewing or his bully of a cousin, who knows? But it is not important anymore. The Changewing bashes the boy aside, knocking him into a building.

Snotlout wheezes, hitting the ground. He then looks up to glare at his cousin. "Seriously, Hiccup, go!"

Gobber leaps back into the fray, jumping onto the back of the Changewing.

Hiccup shakes his head, turns, and runs . The streets are a mess, but Hiccup isn't following the mass of Vikings running for the Great Hall. He breaks from one street into another, racing another way but a hand grabs his wrist.

It's Astrid. "Hiccup, wait!" Astrid yanks him back, out of the way of a fast-flying Terror. Hiccup blinks after it, shaking himself, but when he moves to run again, Astrid is still gripping his wrist. Hiccup meets her eyes. "Let go."

Astrid looks at him in confusion. "What are you doing? You can't fight! You have to get to the Great Hall! Or to the Forge!

Hiccup shakes his head. "Astrid, let go!" And Hiccup pulls his arm free, partly thanks to Astrid's surprise. He turns and kicks his feet to running again.

Astrid calls after him. "Hiccup!"

Hiccup mutters to himself, careening around houses and flailing his arms to keep from falling, tripping himself up every few steps. "This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this is NOT happening!"

Most of the dragons are sky-bound now, but some of them notice him, sending up a roar and flying lower. Hiccup glares at them. "Why are you all following me?" But then his glare turns to pondering, and then to a bright grin. "You know, what? That's perfect! Just keep following me!"

Hiccup breaks from the village, through the treeline, tailed by a few low-flying Nadders. They are forced above the trees as Hiccup tears into the forest, squawking at Hiccup through the leaves. Hiccup runs, his eyes determinedly set on the ground.

In Berk, the remaining dragons snarl down at the Vikings and their waving swords.

A Viking growls, rubbing his eyes as he throws a bola. "It's too early for this!"

Spitelout shakes his head. "It's too late for this! Why are they here!"

Meanwhile

Hiccup tears through the woods, a school of Terrors flapping alongside him. A nearby tree shimmers, and Hiccup glares at it, but doesn't stay in place long enough to watch the spot of air turn into a Changewing.

The Cove looms ahead, and Hiccup slides down slopes and throws himself over rocks, leaping into the entrance. Within, the Gronckle, Stormfly, Monstrous Nightmare, and Zippleback from the Arena lie sleeping, but they startle at Hiccup's frenzied approach. The roar of a Night Fury sounds, and Toothless unfurls from a high tree branch, soaring the short distance to the ground and bounding up to Hiccup.

Hiccup grabs Toothless' head and starts patting as the dragon races up. The skies over the cove begin to fill with dragons, some of them diving down to land. Toothless snarls and Hiccup steps back, waving his arms. "No! No! Do not land in here!"

The dragons ignore him, the Thunderdrum the first to set down in the grass by the lake. The Nightmare snarls, unenthused at the idea of sharing the space with the new arrival.

Hiccup groans, running his hands through his hair. "Ugh!" He spins around and is then greeted the blue Nadder. "Hey, beautiful girl. How's your morning?"

The Nadder squawks, nuzzling Hiccup. "Okay, ah, jeez." He looks around. Who knew becoming the new leaders would have the dragons follow him home.

Toothless runs up, growling at the Nadder. She growls back, but Hiccup only frowns apologetically. "Sorry Stormfly, but you can't fly with us, you and the others have to stay here."

Stormfly coos mournfully. "We'll be right back. Hopefully." Hiccup says to her before turning to Toothless. "Okay, come on, Bud. We need to get these guys away from Berk. Like, now."

And as more dragons land in the cove, the Nadder flies out of it, Hiccup holding onto her crown. Their heads chase the pair upwards, growling in confusion.

Hiccup looks down as Toothless shoots higher. "Come on, follow, follow..."

And they do. The dragons leap up, taking wing again and giving chase to the Nadder. Hiccup laughs and punches the air in excitement and triumph. "Yes! I have no idea what's going on!"

Hiccup takes a deep breath. "Okay, what do you say we get everybody back home?"

The Night Fury looks back, grumbling. "How fast can you get me to the Nest, Bud?"

The Fury roars in challenge, and shoots off.

In the village, as the Nadder flies overhead too high for any Viking to really make out, dragons lift their heads and take off. The Vikings give chase, running them down until their axes and swords can no longer reach the beasts' clawed feet.

A majority of the Vikings cheer. "Yeah!"

A few Vikings shout out, "And stay out!"

And only a Viking or two call after the fleeing dragons, "Cowards!"

Hiccup turns around on the Nadders back, the wind tearing at him. All around him, the dragons fly. A Changewing executes a lazy spiral over his head, and Hiccup grins at it as it goes. A flock of Terrors float up alongside him, and when Hiccup reaches out to touch one, five of them perch on his outstretched arm, dragging the limb down with their weight. Hiccup laughs as they flap away.

A Monstrous Nightmare flames up beside him, roaring as if to present itself. "So, uh, just to be clear. . . Are you all from the Nest?"

None of the dragons answer him, continuing their easy flight. Hiccup shakes his head, watching a pair of Nadders play fight. "So many of you guys," he muses. "You all know you can't stay on Berk, right? I don't know if you noticed, but the Hooligans didn't take too kindly to your morning visit..."

And the ocean below spits out the Nest, surrounded by its sky-reaching sea stacks and blackened volcano. Hiccup points. "There, Bud. Land for me?" he asks. "Let's go check on Gojira."

The Fury squawks, diving. His speed increases, the wind rushing by faster, and as all the dragons give chase, Hiccup cheers. "Whoo!"

Toothless is the first to set down on the island, his claws sinking in the pebbles. Hiccup laughs in exhilaration as they land, his hair windswept. The dragons settle easily around them, landing in their familiar spots or seeking out their old caves. Hiccup watches them all land, his eyes roving over the shore. Some distance away, the land is covered in ash like snowfall, all gray and black, blotting out the few plants that once grew and the carcass of the Red Death remains where they had left it a week ago. All the dragons steer clear of the spot, some snarling at the corpse.

Hiccup tilts his head as he notices something. Wait, where's her head? Hiccup hugs his arms, though on the top of a dragon, he is too warm to be shivering.

He watches the dragons who snarl at the ash and corpse. Hiccup blows out a breath, leaning forward to pat Toothless' neck. "Okay, Bud. Let's check inside." he said. "Gojira must be sleeping inside." Toothless crooned before flying into one of the caves.

One of the first things Hiccup noticed was that the red mist was no longer within the Nest. The only source of light was from the volcano opening in the top of the Nest and a few spews of lava made from the Gronckles. "Gojira!" Hiccup calls out, hands cupping over his mouth.

He then sees a shadow move at the side of the Nest. He and Toothless fly over and find the Red Death's skull, freshly picked of its flesh and Gojira is sleeping in it as a nest. The image of Gojira is both adorable, because he looks like a pup or a cat curled up in a bed and intimidating since he's sleeping inside the jaws of A DRAGON SKULL.

Well, most Vikings do hang dragon skulls on their walls, Hiccup thought to himself. I guess a new leader would keep a trophy to remind the others that he proved his worth.

Gojira smelled his scent and rose up, his lips forming a smile and he jumped out of his nest and walked to the Viking and Night Fury duo. "Hey, Goji. Woah, you look like you've grown." Hiccup greeted before noticing that Gojira was considerably bigger than the last time he saw the Saurian. But then before he could say anything about the Dragons that had followed him and Toothless to Berk, Gojira suddenly burped right in their faces.

Toothless grimaced and shook his head while Hiccup's eyes formed tears. "EW! EW! EW!" Hiccup exclaimed, waving his hands in front of his face. "Gojira! Ew! What have you been eating?!"

Gojira blinked before looking over his shoulder to the Red Death's skull. "Oh. Riiight." Hiccup grimaced. "Forget I asked." He did NOT need to know that.

Hiccup shook his head. "Okay, Goji, we need you to make sure the dragons all stay here on the island." he said to Gojira. "The people don't take too kindly to dragons sleeping on their roofs." Gojira simply nodded his head. Hiccup smiled up at him before turning to Toothless. "Alright, Bud, we need to get back before anyone notices I'm gone."

Toothless grumbled in reluctance. He would prefer to be with Gojira and Hiccup away from the Viking Village now that he didn't have to worry about the Red Death forcing him to kill the teenage human but he respected the lad's choice. "Come on. Back to Berk." The Night Fury unfurls his wings, shaking off a bit of ash and taking flight. As he rises, and flies out of the tunnel to the direction of Berk, so do many surrounding dragons. Hiccup groans, throwing out his arms. "No! No! You all need to stay here!"

The dragons quirk their heads at his hands, some snarling or roaring, but most settle down regardless. A fair few still take wing. "Guys, no! You can't stay on Berk!"

They mill around Hiccup on the Fury's back, not darting in the direction of Berk, but not landing back on the shores of Dragon Island, either.

Hiccup points to the Island. "This is still your home! Your island! Berk is for the Vikings, and they aren't going to be so welcoming. Trust me, you're better off here." he said sternly.

The dragons listen to his voice, at least, with twitching tails and shuffling wings. Hiccup sighs. "Look, I don't know if you guys can understand me. . . but it's over. All of it. You won't be hungry. You don't need to be scared. You can all be safe in your home, now. So. . .stay here."

And whether the dragons understand or not, they stay when the Night Fury rises higher, those nearest lifting their heads to watch the pair go.

But a rebellious few start to beat their wings again, a Monstrous Nightmare, a Thunderdrum, two Changewings.

Hiccup glowers and points at the ground. "Seriously, you guys stay!" Gojira appears at the tunnel entrance made by the Red Death and he roars at the rebellious few.

Snarling, they land. As the Night Fury rises, Hiccup keeps a careful watch on them. However, the dragons remain.

Hiccup looks to Toothless. "Okay, game plan. I sneak into the Hall through the kitchens and say I was in the outhouse. Bad mutton last night. Sound believable?" he asked.

Toothless croons questionably at that idea. Hiccup doesn't see it as a question. "Perfect. Okay, how I time you, Bud? I don't know your top speed really. Whaddya say I time you?"

And with a roar, the Night Fury beats his wings.

Gojira watches them leave from the shore of Dragon Island before turning to the dragons. He gives them simple orders to gather food for themselves from the sea. One of the Titan Wings asks if Gojira will need fish brought to him.

Gojira shook his head and answered that will not be necessary for him. He can gather food for himself. But for now, he will join in the crows and seagulls, feasting on the Red Death's corpse. After that, he will bring deep sea fish for the dragons to feast on. He paused and thought of an idea. Perhaps he should do the same for Hiccup's village?

A thought for later. For now, the flesh of the dead Dragon Queen looks delicious and he is feeling famished.