The only thing that could be heard was the creaking of the ship, and the lapping of the ocean as the sun slowly rose above the horizon. Donovan, Thyra, and Dusty stood with their dragons at the front of the ship, silently. They were seeing the same thing they had been for a week now— an empty horizon.

"Captain Nathan said we should see our stop in a few hours, though how he knows that, I have no clue." Dusty said to the other two.

"He said he'd been doing this for like ten years now, right?" Donovan replied. "I guess he would know by now."

"Right now I just wished we had our dragons sence of direction." Dusty muttered

"Yeah, if only that was passed onto us." Thyra agrees.

Thyra saw Pulse roll her eyes. "Oh, you crying honey?" Thyra teases her. The dragon just snorts and looks away, unamused.

They turned around as the captain walked up to them, "Well, our journey is almost at an end, we have to stop at an island, drop a few goods off, then Berk should be half a day sail away."

"Alright. How long will we be at this island for?" Thyra asks curiously.

"A few hours, really."

"What island is it?" Dusty asked

"Nowhere important, just a small tribe going through hard times."

"How long till we arrive?" Donovan asked

"A little more than an hour, though I suggest you send your Dragons to hide on the island, not everyone agrees with dragons like Berk does."

"Oh, we know, that's for sure." Donovan replied, giving his dragon a scratch.

"Well, at least we know Berk trusts dragons." Thyra says. "I feel much better knowing that's guaranteed."

"A small break for us." Dusty agrees, looking out at the horizen, which had a slight shadow starting to form in the distance.

"I think we've earnt it,' Thyra nods, following his gaze. "Well that must be the island."

"Yup, Dark, you lead Pulse and Volt to the island, hide till you hear our calls, you'll know if we're in trouble." He said, giving Dark a chin scratch.

The dragons all bid their friends goodbye, before taking off into the clouds above, heading right for the island.

"There goes our backup!" Thyra jokes.

"Everything will be fine, from the way Nathan described them, they are a peaceable tribe." Dusty replies

"Yeah, but you know us. Trouble stalks us like crazy." Thyra shrugs.

"She's not wrong." Donovan laughs.

"Yeah, it was trouble that led us to you, and you still haven't thanked us for that." Dusty teased.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, your highness." Donovan sarcastically exclaims as he mock-bows.

"He's becoming more like us everyday...scratch that, he is exactly like us." Dusty whispered to Thyra.

"You better watch out, he'll be better at everything than you before you know it." Thyra whispers back with a grin.

"Like how you've lost to him six times strait?" Dusty shot back with a smirk.

Thyra laughs. "Yeah. Except two of those times my mind was elsewhere. And, by the way, this boat makes me sick. How can one be on it for so long?!"

"Well you were looking at me those two times, and I've been on a boat for most of the past five years, you get used to it?" Dusty replied

"Yeah, I know." Thyra laughs. "But those two times? I wasn't looking at you." She lies.

"You know I can see a lie miles away, so don't try and give the go-around on me." Dusty said with a laugh, as they stood closer together

She laughs, socking him on the shoulder. "Yeah, so maybe I was looking at you." She admits.

Dusty ignored the pain, and pushed some hair out of Thyra's face, and they looked into each other's eyes.

They smiled at each other, wrapping themselves into an embrace.

"We should probably get ready." Dusty said softly, as they put their heads together.

"Probably." Thyra whispers, shrugging. "But this is kinda nice."

"I know, but we can snuggle in the bed when we get back, it'll be warmer in there than out here.

"That's an appealing idea."

"Then let's get ready, you're as beautiful in your armor as you are now." Dusty said, as they broke apart.

She rolls her eyes. "Good to know." She sarcastically exclaims. "Now, let's go!"

They head below deck, and get their armor on, and come back on top as they pull into the dock, only two other ships were there in the port, but both had their sails packed, so they couldn't see the crest, the village was a good size, overshadowed by a vast mountain. Nathan threw a rope to the peir, which men grabbed and tied to the dock. A few looked at Dusty and Thyra in their armor, but didn't say anything.

"Thyra, this doesn't look like a peaceable island." Dusty pointed out the weaponry everyone had.

"No, it does not." Thyra mumbled back, nodding.

They noticed a man and woman walking towards them, with a small escort of five men. The man was tall, with carrot orange hair and facial hair, and he was basically pumping with muscles. The woman had raven hair in a braid over a shoulder, a thin build, but a little armour of her own, and she carried some kind of axe. They both carried themselves with confidence, it was quite obvious they probably wouldn't need the guards.

Dusty and Thyra set their helmets at their feet, as Donovan pulled his bandana down.

The group stopped just short of the ship, and the man spoke up. "I'm Dagur the deranged, high chief of the Beserker tribe, cracker of skulls, slayer of beasts, and this is MY island. So...what brings you here?!" He spoke with a threatening tone.

Dusty whispered to Thyra, "This is nowhere near anything Nathan said, either he's an idiot, or we're on the wrong island."

Thyra nods silently in agreement, watching the two people in front of them suspiciously.

"Just passing through, we're chartering this ship and Nathan needed to make a delivery." Dusty responded to the man, "And who might this be?" He asked, gesturing to the woman.

"I'm Heather, Dagur's sister." The woman responded, before squinting her eyes at them.

"Thyra, something tells me something is about to happen." Dusty whispered to Thyra, as he placed a hand near his sword.

Thyra nodded, "I'm getting that vibe too." A hand slowly hovers over her dagger.

Heather's eyes widened a little, and she says something to Dagur, who looks where she did, and nods his head.

"What type of armor are you wearing? I've never seen that type before." Dagur asked.

Thyra glances at Dusty questionably, wondering what to say.

"They're just dragon scales, best set of armor I've ever had." Dusty answers.

"Yeah, saved us a lot of times." Thyra adds. "Especially strong when the dragon is still alive."

"Yup, and the scales are from the strongest dragon, The Night Fury." Dusty finishes

Dagur and Heather stood silent, they stole a glance between them and drew their weapons, along with their guards.

"Seize them!" Dagur yelled

Thyra shot a look at Dusty, unsure about why they were acting like this. She drew her staff cautiously.

Dusty grabbed and threw her helmet on her, and drew his sword, getting his helmet on.

"Don't kill them! If anyone does, they'll answer to me!" They heard the woman yell, as they stormed the ship.

Dusty parted a sword stroke, and knocked the man overboard, managing to get his sword up again to block a swing from Dagur.

Thyra blocked an axe strike from Heather with her staff, using the hook to push her back. "I'm warning you, lady, you don't want to do this." She growls at the furious Raven-haired woman.

"Oh, I think I do." Heather replies, attacking in a fit of strikes. Thanks to her reflexes, Thyra dodges and blocks them all. Thyra shoves the woman away.

"We're only going to be here for a few hours, before we leave. We didn't come here for trouble."

"You already caused it, how much pain did the dragon go through as you skinned it alive?"

"What?" Thyra stood still, generally confused.

Dagur swung his add again, and again, and Dusty blocked all of them.

"What in the name of Thor did we do? All were doing is passing through." Dusty asked the chief.

"You should haven't have come through here with that armor, a symbol of victory over an amazing dragon." The chief shot back

"Victory?" Thyra muttered, before blocking a blow from Heather. "Quit it, crazy woman!" She yells, kicking Heather away from her and readying her staff.

Dusty kicks Dagur away, when he feels a sharp pain in his side, he looks down at his right side, to see an arrow lodged into his armor. Before he could do anything, another one slams into his chest, knocking the breath out of him. Then a third hit him, digging through the armor, and into him. He becomes real dizzy, trying to stay upright, but falls to the deck, blood coming out of the third arrow wound.

Thyra spins, hearing a thud, and her eyes widen. "Dusty!" She falls to his side desperately, tearing off her helmet, and ripping off his in a slightly more gentle manner. "Dusty!" She shakes his shoulder, biting her lip nervously.

"Thyra..." He weakly says back, trying to get his breath back, and fighting through the pain.

"Dusty! Stay awake for me." She urges, as Heather grabs her from behind. "No!" She fights against her furiously, breaking free momentarily, before being seized again. Before she can react a force hits her, and everything goes black.

She woke up in a cold cell, only in her pants and tunic. Alone.

The memories come flying back to her, and she immediately gets up and strikes the bars. "No! Let me out!" She screams, kicking and punching the bars. "I'll kill you, I swear! Just you wait!"

It wasn't long before Heather showed up, with two guards.

"Could you be any louder?" Is all she asked.

"Coward! Come and fight me!" Thyra exclaims, lunging towards her through the bars. "I will end your life so brutally even the gods won't recognise you!"

"I'd like to see you try, but your not leaving this cell till the rest of the riders arrive, and you'll be in for far worst than you could ever imagine, especially when they see your armor is made of Night Fury scales."

Thyra scoffs, "I don't care if there's a hundred of them, I will end them all if it comes to it."

"Yeah right, enjoy your stay." and she walks off.

"Heather!" Thyra yells, clutching the bars. "Just you wait!" Her eyes were slitted now, and they probably wouldn't return to normal state for a long time now.

She sat in the cell for hours, trying to make a plan, and what she would do to Heather and Dagur for what they did, killing the first person she truly loved. She could still see him, laughing, joking, and with her. Then she saw him on the deck of that ship, blood coming from the arrow that found a weak spot in his armour, and watching the life leave his eyes.

She knew she would get revenge. For him. This Heather girl was lucky bars separated them, because the moment they didn't, she would end her life brutally. She paced the cell, growling lowly.

Footsteps were heard coming down the hall, then after a rattle of keys, the door opened and Heather and another woman walked in.

Thyra's head snapped over, and she let out a roar, leaping right past the blonde and onto Heather, throwing her to the ground as her slit eyes practically glowed.

"I don't need a weapon to end you!" She growled, seething with anger.

The blonde woman pulled Thyra off Heather, and with the guards help, tied her hands behind her back with rope, and placed a bag over her head.

"You ok Heather?" The no one asked

"Oh, she won't be!" Thyra yelled from within the bag.

"I'm fine Astrid, let's just get this animal to the Main Hall, we're having the trial there." Replied hearher

"Animal? Just you wait, I'll show you how brutal I can get."

"Not with us two around." Answered Astrid.

"You're pathetic. I could take you anyday." Thyra growled, lashing out at her blindly.

"Been there, heard worst. Now shut up." Growled Heather.

Thyra scoffs, "You really don't want to be ordering me around."

"Yeah yeah, heard it before, now shut up." Said Astrid, giving her a punch to the stomach. Thyra's body reacts even though she can't see, and she dodges, giving off a sarcastic smile under the bag.

"You might want to work on your aim, little lady."

"Hmm, glad we threw that runt of a Hunter overboard after I knocked you out." Be there said, shoving her through the door out of the jail.

"Oh, just you wait." Thyra growls under her breath.

"I said shut up!" Astrid yelled, giving Thyra a hard shove as they started up a hill.

"I would rather not give you that satisfaction on top of everything else."

"Now I'm really glad I saw that arrow go right into his heart, it's where it belongs." Heather said, opening the doors to the Main hall.

"If I could right now, I would be doing the same to you, you disgusting Daughter of a half-troll. So much for peaceable."

Thyra is harshly shoved into the main hall, where Dagur is waiting with Hiccup and the rest of the riders, with their dragons. Thyra is brought down to her knees, and the bag is rippled off her head.

"Name?" Asked Dagur.

Thyra just gives a sarcastic smirk. "No, thanks."

Dagur gives a hand signal, and a punch lands on her back.

"Name!" Dagur yelled

"I've been hit by much worse. That I can assure you."

Dagur turns to Hiccup, "You have an idea?" he asks.

"I actually do, Toothless." Hiccup replies, and a black dragon lands in front of Thyra.

"Well, what'd ya know. There are more of them!" Thyra mutters, completely relaxed.

"Since you refuse to provide a name, you will not be given any defence of the charges against you, so you are found guilty of being a dragon hunter, and wearing the skin of a dragon." Dagur declared

"The only thing I want to hunt is my uncle! And, by the way, I don't wear the skin of a dragon, I wear scales. And leather. Fabric too." Thyra replies.

"Therefore, as high chair of the Berserker tribe, I sentence you to death by be-headment." Dagur declared.

"Original." Is all Thyra says.

"Bring forth the executioner!" Dagur yelled, and the far doors opened to admit a man with a two-handed sword, wearing a black mask.

Thyra is leaned over, as the man stops short of her.

"Any last words condemned?" Dagur asked.

But before Thyra could answer, she, and only she, heard three small whistles start up.

Thyra looks up at them with taunting eyes. "Hey, guess what?"

"What?" Dagur asked

"Surprise."

Three explosions rocked the building, one blowing the front doors away, and two putting holes in the roof.

Three dark shapes speed into the room, basically blurs. One of them goes head first into Toothless, while the other two, throw Astrid,Heather, and the executioner away from Thyra, and covers her with their wings.

Thyra looks up through a gap, smirking. Pulse has Toothless pinned, shrieking loudly in his face.

A strong arm grabs her and pulls her up to her feet, and cuts the ropes off her.

She turns to face the person, generally confused.

And her ocean blue eyes meet a pair of forest green ones.

"..." she stares at the person, eyes widening. "Dusty?!"

Dusty pulls her into his embrace, "I thought I'd lost you." Is all he says

"You thought you lost me?! I practically watched you die for all I knew!" She exclaims, grinning in relief. She pulls back and socks his shoulder hard. "Way to leave it to the last movement!"

"We came as soon as I was strong enough to go, it's been two days for Thor's sake." Dusty shoots back.

"Yeah, I was joking!" She laughs, then liaises. "...two...two days?!"

"I was in a coma the whole time, Dark and them found me and used their saliva to heal me." Dusty replies, handing Thyra her staff.

Thyra turns and pats Dark, as Pulse was too busy threatening Toothless. "There's no end to that Saliva, eh?" She swings her staff around in her hands.

"Let's properly introduce ourselves." Dusty says, walking forward, to the silent group.

Thyra follows with a deadly glint in her eyes.

"Now that we're not trying to kill each other, let's introduce ourselves, my name is Dusty, and the lovely lady next to me is Thyra, and the kid you still have locked in the jail is Donovan."

"Yeah, oh, and don't forget the fact that we're otherwise known as The Black Deaths." Thyra adds, frowning deeply.

"Yes, we're known as that, now the beautiful dragon that has poor Toothless pinned down over there is Pulse, Thyra's dragon. The one to my right is Darkstripe, my dragon, and The one to Thyra's left is Volt, Donovan' Dragon." Dusty finishes

Thyra let's out a sharp whistle, and Pulse bounds to her side protectively, growling at everyone. "Have we mentioned how angry they can get?"

"How angry we can?" Dusty asks, willingly slitting his eyes.

Thyra's automatically slit as well, and she creeps closer to them. "You're about to find out." Pulse slinks to her side, refusing to leave her.

"Thyra, I got a better idea." Dusty whispered to her.

She nods, showing she's listening, but she doesn't break her intense stare with Heather.

"Let's give them time to think this over, we can stay in the cave the dragons were staying at." He whispers to her.

"I like that idea Dusty." She says out loud, glaring at a frozen Heather with her slit eyes. "We'll be going now."

Dusty whistled and Dark came right next to him, "Well be back, whenever you've learnt to not try and kill us." He gives Dark a signal, and they take off through one of the holes in the roof.

Thyra hisses loudly, getting on Pulse's back, and patting her side. They take off after Dusty and Dark, Volt following closely.

"The cave is high up in the mountain, it's on the leeward side so no wind is coming in, pretty warm as well. Nathan let us have a few things from his ship, so they're already up there." Dusty yelled back to Thyra.

"Sounds great to me!" Thyra shouts back.

They landed in the cave, and got off their dragons, as the sun began to set.

They got started on a fire, just out of habit, and had it going brightly in a matter of minutes.

"You ok?" Dusty asked Thyra, seeing her expression as she sharpened a daggur.

"I don't know...I just..." she sighs. "I thought you were dead too. And they just kept talking jakcrap about you, and my parents are dead, I didn't know where Pulse was, and they didn't listen to anything I told them." She explodes.

Dusty brushed some hair out of her face, "It takes a lot more than an arrow to kill me."

"How about three." Thyra shot back. "Besides, I was kinda knocked out before I could work much out."

"I'm only counting the arrow that actually did something." He replied.

"Yeah, the armour sort of did it's job. We'll have to work on the weak points."

"Yeah." Dusty said, looking at the darkening sky. "I think it's time for bed."

"Can't argue with you there." Thyra replies, following his gaze.

Dusty gets up and places his armour on one of the three armor stands Nathan gave him, while Thyra got into one of the two beds.

"Hey, We'll have to get my armour back before we leave this place." Thyra points out, watching him. "Oh, and Donovan."

"I know, but D can wait, I'd rather not cause anymore damage." He says, laying down next to her. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

Thyra smiled, laughing. "Yeah, whatever you say." She ruffles his hair. "You're not too bad looking yourself, though."

Dusty let out a chuckle, "I know I'm not the best."

"You're perfect to me."

She leans in and kisses him, putting her hand on his chest.

"I love you Thyra, you're perfect to me." Dusty says as they break apart.

Thyra smiles. "I love you too. I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," a growl rises. "Besides Pulse of course." She laughs.

Dusty lets out a small laugh as he wraps his arms around her. "Thyra, no matter what happens, I'll always love you." He says as she wraps her arms around him.

She smiles calmly. "And I'll always stand by you."

Dusty kisses her on the cheek, "How about we make this official?" He asked

She looks at him. "That's not a terrible idea! If you want to of course."

Dusty smiles, "It's up to you."

"Well, yeah! But you gotta want it too!" She laughs.

"I do my fearless and merciless Valkyrie." Dusty says, pulling her into another kiss.

"Wow." She laughs into the kiss.

"The night's getting late." he says into her ear.

"Have I ever told you I'm a Night owl?"

"I think we're both spiritually Night Furies." Dusty replies

"That sounds way better!" She laughs.

"Ok my Night Valkyrie, let see how much we love each other."