Snotlout hated his job. He, for some reason, had taken the job of captaining the newest voyage to attempt to find the dragons' nest. Even if attacks had gone down a lot six years ago, they still occurred, and Stoick wanted nothing more than to kill them all. After all, they were the ones who took his daughter.

He didn't hate his job because he was always cramped on a boat with way too many other Vikings, but because of who he was cramped on a boat with. Ruffnut and Tuffnut. They were annoying as Helheim, and nothing would stop them except separating them. The only problem with that was that they were cramped on a boat with way too many Vikings for Snotlout's liking. Not another boat in sight.

As they slowly meandered their way over the sea, headed back home after another unsuccessful mission, he leaned over the side of the boat trying to ignore the bickering of the twins behind him. Failing at that, he decided to look at the sky. It was quite clear after days of rain that had put them quite ways behind schedule, and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky.

He spotted a small, black, bird in the distance. It was the only interesting thing out on the sea, he watched it carefully. The bird seemed to grow in size until he began to hear that distinct sound. A sound that would strike fear into any man's heart.

It was the sound of a night fury.

"Night fury!" He yelled to the other people on deck.

Half of them ran to the shields, while the other half grabbed weapons.

"Do you want us to hit it, captain?" One of them asked. He weighed his options heavily. He would be risking the lives of everyone on board if the man missed, but he had faith in his fellow Viking, and if they did die, it would be a glorious way to go.

He simply nodded to the man, and he began to spin the weighted net in his hands before releasing it. It flew straight toward the dragon and hit it spot on.

"Full speed ahead. Get out the nets. We need to bring that thing home so we can put it on our wall. No more night furies will dare come near Berk again." At his order, the boat sped, and people began unfolding the fishing nets

It wouldn't be perfect, but it would have to work.

When they reached the spot, they knew almost right away because of the man floating in the water, wearing a full suit of armor, the dragon sinking slowly beneath him. The net was quickly thrown down as the man was pulled from the water.

Not soon after, the dragon was pulled out as well and chained to the deck, its mouth secured closed, just in case.

They then moved to the man. They attempted to get his mask off but failed. It seemed to be secured on by a complicated system of knots and buckles. Most likely for that specific purpose. They made sure he was breathing, and that his heart was beating, before lying him down in the hull of the ship.

Not soon after, Snotlout heard a loud ruckus beneath the deck before the man from before burst out the hatch, holding a strange looking sword made of, what looked like metal tubes. He looked side to side frantically before seeing the dragon.

He began to rush towards it. Fearing the worst, Snotlout grabbed the man and held him back, surprised by the amount of strength in the small body.

"I know you want to kill it for taking you from wherever you come from, but it is most likely already dead, and if it's not that will be the privilege of our village chief." He tried to explain as plainly as possible.

The man froze.

"Kill it? I want to free it. If you just let it go, we will both leave in peace. If not I will forcibly remove us both from this ship. And you will not like the outcome of that." He warned. There was a slight familiarity to the voice, but he couldn't place it, so he let it slide.

Thinking only of the safety of his crew, he quickly forced the sword from his hand and handed her off to some fellow sailors, ordering them to tie him up as well.

She had chosen her side, and that was with the beasts, so he deserved to be treated as one.

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