(Island of Berk) 

Stoick was helping his fellow Hooligans store fresh supplies of food for the winter that was fast approaching, the blizzards were blinding, the cold was enough to freeze your blood solid and can give you hypothermia within minutes. The Hooligans all were dressed in heavy winter gear as they finished loading up the supplies for the winter. 

"Lets hurry it up now! The storm is only going to get worse!!" Stoick roared over the howling winds, the Hooligans finished up loading up the store house after ten minutes and then headed toward the Great Hall, once they opened the doors, they were blasted with heat. Fires were lit in fire pits as well as the latter fires spread heat; keeping the cold at bay. 

"Odins ghost its cold out there!" Stoick muttered to himself, he removed his heavy winter jacket and headed toward his throne, the Hooligan took a seat with a lough sigh, he could see Gobber drinking a mug of ale, the blacksmith had to get a new apprentice in the form of one Gustav Larson, the boy reminded Stoick of...

The Hooligan chief hadn't given much thought of Hiccup's death, the boy deliberately disobeyed his orders, never met up to his expectations, and that mouth of his... Stoick hated his dead sons sarcastic remarks, there were times he wanted to hack out Hiccup's tongue out. Basically, Stoick hated everything about his son. He was so... different. His sons body was feeble and sickly, he preferred knowledge and books rather than picking up a shield and sword during his youth, and... he reminded Stoick of Valka.

Gods, Stoick missed Valka so much. She too was different like Hiccup, its what got her killed, and its what got Hiccup killed too. 

"You obviously loved him, I don't see why ya bother driving him out of yer mind."

Stock snapped out of his thoughts to see Gobber, the blacksmith stood by Stoick's throne and he took another swig of mead. "He was your son Stoick." Gobber said, Stoick however shook his head and inhaled sharply. "No. Every time I think of Hiccup? I don't want to." Stoick said firmly and continued. "That boy wasn't Viking material, he didn't respect my authority, my orders and my parenting. He's better off dead and forgotten." 

That didn't sit well with Gobber at all, yes, there were times he too was tough on Hiccup, but he still loved the lad like he was his own son, he taught him everything about becoming a master blacksmith, how to forge weapons and just giving him friendly encouragement whenever he'd arrive at work bloodied, bruised and dirty from the villagers beatings. 

"Whatever helps you sleep at night Stoick." Gobber said with a disgusted tone, Stoick gazed at his old friend, but the Hooligan chief just brushed the blacksmiths words off. The chief then laid eyes on Astrid Hofferson, the girl had been learning everything about being chief, that and her focus was sharper than ever, as well as her reputation spread throughout all of Midgard. 

Astrid the Fearless. 

The Jewel of Berk

And many other titles were thrown Astrid's way, but she didn't seem interested in those titles, instead it seemed as if... something was driving her to do what it is she's doing. Regardless, the sight of such a promising Viking brought a smile to Stoick's face. 

"Asbjorn and Freya Hofferson should be proud of their daughter. She's the living embodiment of what all Vikings should become." Stoick said with pride, Gobber knew where Stoick was going with this, the blacksmith scoffed at Stoick's words, finished drinking his ale and spoke out. "Aye. But Hiccup isn't Astrid, Snotlout, or you. He was special in his own way, and yet you and everyone else here saw him as a common slave." The blacksmith then made his leave, letting his words sink into Stoick's brain. 

Stoick however disregarded Gobber's words and stared off into space, just wishing that the gods had blessed him and Valka with many more heirs. 

Little did Stoick know though... he did. 

(England- Ten months later)

Edward and his allies all had to fortify their kingdoms from the heathens that threatened to wipe them out, yes, the English had the advantage in numbers, but the heathens had dragons and they knew not how to defeat their enemies. The king of England had bathed and washed away the blood, sweat and grime off his body, as he washed the filth off his body, he heard knocking at his master bedroom. 

"Enter!" 

The door opened to reveal a handful of Edwards military generals, officers, an lieutenants, the group of men bowed their heads, Edward then asked. "What have you to report my fellows?" The men raised their heads and made way as servants entered to help their king scrub the grime and filth off his body. 

"My king, we have received news from Italy, the cities and towns there have been abandoned and burned to the ground." 

Edward raised an eyebrow in confusion, the Italians were allies in the faith of God, could the heathens plunged all of Italy into ruin? Is... is this God's punishment over his people? He sends pagans and demons to eradicate the people of God for their many sins and grievances. 

"Was it heathens?" Edward asked, needing to know, what if the second coming of Christ was upon them? However, the group of men shook their heads at Edwards question. "No my king. According to traders and merchants fleeing Italian boarders, they sent word to us that it was a plague." That caused Edward to give his military council his full attention. 

"Plague?" Edward asked, the men nodded and continued. "The physicians and eye witnesses who managed to flee this disease reported that the infected were covered with puss filled swellings were all over their bodies, they had a flu like fever, they would vomit, and had internal hemorrhaging that produced purple and black blotches." Edward cringed at the effects of such a disease, if that vile plague made its way here... 

"Have patrols and soldiers stationed at the harbors and ports, we need to ensure that this plague does not make its way to our nation." Edward said firmly, my military council bowed their heads and left me, while my servants continued to help clean me off, I myself was panicking. "Heavenly Father, I pray that you would be with us in these coming days. Protect my people from the heathens that threaten to desecrate our holy lands and I pray that You would watch over us health wise. In your holy and matchless name, amen." Edward murmured to himself. 

These days... could truly be their last. 

(Hiccup's pov)

Something was coming. 

I could smell it in the air. 

The Red Maw had had some impressive victories over the months, we had hundreds of Saxon slaves, ships full of treasure, and resources for us to salvage; weapons, armor, metal and ships we could use. 

I made my way over toward Dahlia, her dark abilities also included piercing the veil of the future, I needed to know what was coming toward us. Because Heather was expected to give birth very soon, and the thought of loosing my children to an unknown force made me paranoid. 

"Welcome to my chambers Lord Haddock. How may I be of service?" Dahlia asked, I gazed down at the woman, she was in her late thirties, had brunette hair, had eye tattoos that reached her temples and her greenish blue eyes could stare into your very soul. 

"Dahlia. Your abilities help you pierce the veil of the future for a short while..." I said as I then approached her and sat across from her. "...I need you to see whats coming. I fear for the lives of Heather, my unborn children and my people." I confess, the Dark One nods and then begins the ritual to see the future, she pours a small amount of violet powder, she mixes some other ingredients into the powder and then lights it, causing purple smoke to rise in the air.

"Now. Hold out your hand Lord Haddock." She instructed, I held my hands out and she grasped my hands and began chanting in ancient Norse, her eyes squeezed tighter as she inhaled the smoke, she then exhaled and began explaining what she sees. 

"I see... famine, pestilence, death on a mass scale, and... the death of those you hold to your heart." Dahlia said in a exhausted tone, she did explain that the ingredients she uses to see the future drain her energy and strength for a short while, she then slowly opened her eyes and continued speaking. "We are about to face plague Lord Haddock. And it will claim the lives of many Saxons and our fellow Vikings as well. If you want my advice? I advise we flee this place while we can." 

I digested Dahlia's words and considered the possibilities of staying here- we continue to raid and plunder these lands and attack the English capital directly and take everything we'd need to become immortalized in history and ensure the growth of my empire. Or, we flee and abandon these lands. 

My mind was telling me to think about Heather and my unborn children, as well as the life Toothless and every dragon in my disposal.

But...

A dark voice in the back of my mind was whispering in my ear, telling me if we move fast and quickly, we would be long gone before this plague arrives to English soil. I then look back into Dahlia's eyes and speak. "Did your visions reveal when the plague will arrive?" Dahlia nodded and answered. "It should arrive within the next moon." 

I inhaled sharply at the news, I lick my lips and nod in confirmation, I then look back at her. "Spread the word to the other chieftains. Tomorrow before the son rises, we will spare no one, take everything the Saxons have return to the Barbaric Archipelago." I could see Dahlia was about to protest, but I draw my dagger out and press it against her throat and raise my eyebrows. "Do as I command." I seethed out, causing her swallow thickly and bow her head in submission. 

"My Lord." She said, she then got up and exited her chambers to spread the word of our impending attack, in the mean time, I too got up and made my way back to my dreadnaught. 

(English harbors)

Saxon soldiers spotted a fleet of ships arriving, the ships appeared to be merchant and trader in origin, once the ships docked, the English soldiers laid eyes on the passengers, they were all draped in cloaks and shivering. 

"What is your purpose here?" One of the soldiers demanded, one of the passengers advanced and suddenly threw up all over the soldier, causing the passengers bile to enter the soldiers mouth and get into his eyes, the soldier roared in disgust as he spat and wiped away the bile that was dripping down his face. Suddenly, the passenger that threw up then fell off the boat and landed on the pier, the other soldier removed the hood off the passengers face and saw... puss filled swellings. 

The soldier began to panic, he had received orders from his king and superiors that if this plague had reached their lands, they were to eradicate those who carried the plague immediately. Many more of the passengers on the ships got off the boats and were all vomiting and coughing. 

"H-he-elp us..."

"Pl-lease..." 

"H-hav-ve m-mer-rcy..."

The solider ran away and grabbed a torch and threw it and the nearest plague ship, the ship soon was caught in flames and the infected on board all let out agonizing screams, while the other infected crawled toward the soldier, the man began panting heavily in fear as he ran for his life. As he entered the market and city center, he screamed out. 

"RUN!!! THE PLAGUE HAS ARRIVED!!! LOCK YOUR DOORS!!" 

The people had all received the news about the plague and with lightning speed, the English citizens picked up food and ran for their lives, while the remaining soldiers covered their mouths and nose with cloaks; an attempt to not catch the disease. 

"We will hold the line!! Do not let the infected reach us!!" 

The soldiers saw the infected people were weakly making their way over toward them, the soldiers warned them all to stay back, but the infected didn't head their warnings and continued to advance. So, the soldiers advanced toward the infected with their shields and spears raised, in a attempt to drive them back to the plague ships. 

"PUSH THEM BACK!!!" 

The infected all cried out in agony as the soldiers handled them roughly, all they wanted was medical attention, but they had no idea that this plague was incurable, and that they themselves would be dead sooner rather than later. One of the infected reached for a soldiers face and ripped off the mouth cloak covering his face, the soldier held his breath, but when he felt one of the infected people cough, their spittle landed on him, causing the soldier to groan in disgust and quickly whip the spit away. 

Upon reaching the docks yet again, the soldiers grabbed torches and quickly torched the ships, the infected all wailed in horror at the sight of what little they had left was destroyed, with the infected people distracted, the Saxons quickly cut them down and used fish netting to pile up the infected bodies and throw them in the burning ships. 

"We cannot take any risks gentleman. Ensure that all the infected are exterminated! Look for people draped in cloaks, listen for them vomiting and cough violently. We cannot afford this virus to spread any further than it has!!" 

The soldiers all grunted in acknowledgement and moved with hast, eager to protect their nation form this plague. 

However, unknown to theses soldiers though, they had touched the infected when they had piled their bodies and threw them in the burning ships, and those germs would soon transfer into their bodies and the Black Plague would spread throughout all of England. 

A/N: Surprise! The Black Plague has begun. And unfortunately, when Heather and one of her and Hiccup's unborn children die, this causes Hiccup to go off the deep end. The story will get more dark and gritty, count on it! But until then? Enjoy!