A/N: Work has been excruciatingly slow this week, I've had to pay some serious bills, and I've been seeing a girl, so pardon me for the late upload.

(Hiccup's pov)

Bloodcurdling screams filled my ears, the screams were familiar to my ears because I've heard them before.

The screams of my loved ones.

I'm dreaming, because I find myself once again encased in ice, unable to do anything but watch as those I loved are put to the sword and leaving this sword in the most grotesque and grisly ways possible.

I can see Snotlout, Tuffnut, and Fishlegs being forced to fight Drago's finest warriors in the training arena on Berk, and despite my friends' best efforts, they're easily defeated and are beaten into within an inch of their lives. With my friends unable to fight back, I watched as Drago's men created nooses and wrapped them around the necks of my now-dead cousin and friends.

"Hiccup!"

Whirling around, I see Astrid reaching out for me as she's being raped by dozens of Drago's men. Their sadistic laughter fills my ears as they defile the woman I loved, stripping away her maidenhood and beating her into submission. Despite my best efforts to free myself from the ice, I can't move. Tears stream down my eyes as I'm forced to watch Astrid being raped again.

"MONSTER! YOU VILE MONSTER!"

My heart split in two as I saw my mother, she was being raped by Drago himself, the madman's maniacal laughter filled the air as he held Valka in a choking grip and violated her again and again. Tears streamed down my mother's face as she tried to break free from Drago's grasp, but that animal was just too strong.

"No! NO! LET ME GO!!"

Ruffnut was thrown onto a table while two of Drago's men held her limbs down, preventing her from squirming or fighting off her rapists. She, like Astrid, my mother, and most of the women on Berk were used to quench the carnal needs of Drago's men. Seeing these strong, noble, and beautiful women being violated and beaten to within an inch of their lives made my blood burn hotter than Hel itself.

When I find this cabal of foreigners, I will turn them against each other and take great pleasure in seeing them kill each other like that the rabid animals that they are.

I awoke in a cold sweat, my heart hammered in my chest and the screams of my loved ones and the Hairy Hooligans are still ringing in my ears. Releasing a shaky breath, I place my head in my hands and pant heavily.

Despite the will and determination to kill Drago, his chain of command, his army, and his pet killer, I couldn't help but feel doubt creep into my mind; what if I fail in my quest for vengeance and fail to avenge my people? The very prospect frightened me, I've sworn on my sacred arm ring that I will exact my revenge on the monsters who ended my world.

"Hiccup."

Looking up, I nearly jump out of my skin as I lay eyes on my father. Yet his skin is deathly pale, the scorch mark and wound on his chest are visible, and I could see his skin begin to burn. He then reaches out for me and he's suddenly engulfed in flames as he cries out.

"Why did you not listen to me? I warned you Drago could not be reasoned with!"

"N-No," I whimpered in fear as I soon saw my father's skin burn away and he was soon being reduced to ash. "NO!" I reached out to take my father's still burning hand, but he's already dust blowing in the wind. Tears streamed down my face and I wail out in sorrow and regret. I remembered when my father was on his deathbed when he was ambushed by Krogan's dragon flyers, and I remembered just how scared I was at the prospect of losing him.

Now, he really is dead.

As are the rest of my loved ones, clan, and Viking kin.

They're all gone.

"I told you there is no talking to Drago."

Whirling around, I gasped in horror at the sight of my mother. Like my father, she was deathly pale, bloodied, and bruised.

"M-Mother—"

"You believed you could change the mind of a madman, but Drago Bludvist cannot and will not be reasoned with," my mother's ghost then gave me a firm glare, "Drago Bludvist must die, or all of Midgard will succumb to tyranny and death."

My heart was beating so hard that I felt as though it would burst out of my chest, I took deep breaths to calm myself and stop myself from crying. The time for tears has passed, now was the time to steel my nerves, harden my resolve, and prepare myself for the fight of my life.

Because I could see things in a manner that a seer could see things, I knew that the dead would be reaching out to me; to haunt me with their deaths and fill me with self-hatred and regret, to counsel me on how I should move against my enemies when the time to strike finally arrived, and grace me with their presence whenever I find myself in isolation.

Whispers were what pulled me from my thoughts, as I stood up and brushed bits of straw off my fur cloak and armor, I looked to see the Scuttleclaws still sound asleep and the fire I had made the previous night was nothing but burning embers. Sighing, I rub the sleep out of my eyes and shake my head. Again I hear whispers filling my ears, they were louder this time. Getting up from the ground, I make my way outside and see the sun beginning to rise on the horizon, bathing Midgard in its radiant light. Unfortunately, I couldn't savor its warmth, my sun has been permanently snuffed out and I can no longer find warmth here or anywhere in Midgard. My heart is as cold as Niflheim while the fires of Hel burn through my veins.

"Hiccup."

Whirling around behind me, my eyes widened and a horrified gasp fled my mouth as I see Astrid standing before me. She was naked, her hair is a mess, and she's bloodied and bruised. I could also see the bruise mark of the noose around her neck, that final instrument was what ended the life of the woman I loved with all my heart.

"No," I murmur to myself, "no, you're not here. I'm seeing ghosts."

Smiling, Astrid nodded. "Yes, I'm a ghost," the love of my life confirms, "would you rather I not come to you?" Cocking her head in question, she awaits my response.

"I... I don't know," I answered truthfully, "I failed you and all of Berk because I believed I can change the mind of a madman who thirsts for world domination."

"Yes, you failed us," the ghost said before stepping closer to me, "but in this failure, the gods have given you a path to avenge us and to kill Drago and his followers." Cocking her head, the ghost then inquired. "If I were Drago, what would you do to me?" My hands trembled violently before curling into fists, my fingernails dug into my palm, leaving prints. My face twitched with anger and the fire flowing through my veins burned hotter hearing that madman's name.

"If Drago stood before me now, I would make sure he has suffered beyond imagination," I then continued through gritted teeth, "I won't just kill him, I'm going to destroy everything he has and when he has nothing left, I will have his life."

"He will not stop until all of Midgard is oppressed with his yoke of madness and tyranny," the ghost then gave me a firm look, "the deaths of your loved ones is what will drive you. See to it that their deaths were not in vain."

"I swear, on my sacred arm ring," Lifting my left hand and looking at my ceremonial Viking arm ring, I nodded firmly, "Drago and his followers will drown in an ocean of their own blood." Looking up to face the ghost that was Astrid, I saw nothing. Looking towards the horizon once more, I could see the sun now looming high in the heavens.

It was time to keep moving.

With each passing hour, the more carnage and death Drago and his followers inflicted upon Scandinavia stained my mind. Lands were ravaged and pillaged of livestock, grain, and wealth. Corpses of men, women, children, and the elderly were left as food for the crows and rats. The lands I've seen and explored throughout the Barbaric Archapeligo were all destroyed, burned to ash, and devoid of all life.

Scandinavia was now nothing but a mass graveyard.

Drago would pay for this offense in blood, I will see to it personally.

We had been flying for hours now and I was so lost in thought that I failed to hear the screeches of the Scuttleclaws, one of them nudged my back, bringing me back to reality. I then looked out towards the horizon and... saw thick, black smoke rising from the ocean. Confused, I urged the Scuttleclaw I was riding on to get a closer look. As we drew closer, I inhaled sharply at the sight of Drago's fleet anchored around a massive volcanic caldera of some kind. Thankfully we were out of the enemy's range and I doubt they'd consider looking up, but I would leave nothing to chance. So I urged the pack of Scuttleclaws to fly higher until we were surrounded by clouds and practically invisible to the naked eye.

Reaching for my telescope, I look down and can see dozens of the same dragon flyers the gang and I faced back at Dragon's Edge, and they still rode Singetails, only now they were armored, much like the rest of the enslaved dragons under Drago's yoke of oppression. These flyers and their Singetails were emerging from the caldera, hauling cages of dragons unto the warships.

Wait, could that be the Hidden World my father told me about when I was a boy?

"Out there, beyond the sunset, lies the home of dragons. Legends tell of  that ships sailed too close to it, only to drop off the edge of the world, never to be seen again. But those sailors who turned back told tales of a great waterfall and  guarding the entrance to a hidden world. Not just a nest, Hiccup, but a land from which all dragons come."

By the gods, Drago is violating a sacred place for all dragons to come to. I remember Mala telling me that there are some parts of the animal kingdom that humans should never tread when we had first heard of Vanaheim. Unsurprisingly, Drago cares not for the lives of man or dragon, he won't stop until all the dragons are enslaved and under the control of his pet killer.

Setting down my telescope, I urged the Scuttleclaw I was riding on to descend. As we dove down to the rear of Drago's fleet, I knew that I needed to stow myself away on a ship so that I wouldn't lose my prey and search aimlessly throughout Midgard. As we glided towards one of the larger warships, we were able to slip into the belly of the ship undetected. I then slid off the Scuttleclaw I was flying with and crouched down low and opened my ears, making sure no one was down here with us. I could hear faint voices here and there, but they were mostly coming from above deck, not below deck. Taking in my surroundings, I noted the tons of cages filled with armored dragons, many of them looked at me and rose off the cages they were in, and began whimpering; almost begging me to release them.

"Shh!" I tried to silence them as their whimpers grew louder, but it was a fruitless effort.

The sounds of approaching footsteps filled my ears, I cursed under my breath quickly hid. My Scuttleclaws followed my example and hid from Drago's men who approached the cages of whimpering armored dragons.

"QUIET!" One of them boomed out, this warrior's skin was dark brown, he was giant with hulking muscle, he bore scars across his arms and one across the bridge of his nose. His black hair was done in a dreadlock ponytail, the sides of his head were shaved, and he bore a braided goatee. He bore armor that was sleek black and a dark red, which held battle damage. This giant then slammed a large chain breaker mace against one of the cages, which frightened the dragons within. "You filthy lizards will be silent! NOW! Or do you require another... lesson?" His words caused the dragons to whimper in fear and they retreated into the corners of their cages. Seeing these armored dragons cower made the large foreigner grunt in amusement. "I thought not, now remain silent or I will see to it personally that you will be silent." As the massive warrior took his leave, I breathed a sigh of relief. I could hear the voice of the same giant above deck boom out to the remainder of the foreigners on this ship.

"READY YOURSELVES! The journey to Kumandra will be long, and there is much to prepare for! We go on the command of Drago to enlist the people of Fang into our army because their ferocity in battle is something our master wishes to be embedded in our cabal! But remember our true purpose, we are going to Kumandra to find the dragon gem of Sisudatu and take the dragons of Southeastern Asia! We will be tested and face new challenges, but we will achieve our master's dreams and conquer this world!"

Cheers and roars filled my ears and I exhaled shakily, Drago was turning his eyes to another world and most likely destroying it once he got what he wanted.

I would not let that happen.

That war chief's words echoed in mind, mainly his talk about a dragon called... Sisudatu and a dragon gem. Whatever Drago's plans are, I was going to foil them at every turn and make him suffer in ways no man in this world has ever suffered.

"Our master has sent word that we are moving on from this place. WE GO!"

Soon, I could hear the warship groaning as its anchor was raised and it began to move. Moving to the mouth of a dragon figurehead that the Scuttleclaws and I were able to slip into, I saw the rest of Drago's fleet now on the move and sailing towards the horizon.

Realization dawned over me when I realized that this would be the first time I'd be stepping outside of Scandinavia. I remembered before the gang and I established Dragons Edge how ambitious I was to see what else Midgard had to offer. I suppose I got my wish, despite the circumstances.

Taking out one of my throwing knives, I reached for a bottle of Slitherwing venom and dipped the tip of the blade in the bottle. A precaution, in case one of Drago's men found me stowed away onboard their ship. I knew that sleep was going to be risky, thankfully my Scuttleclaws weren't shy to nudge me and let me know that something is wrong, so I trusted them to alert me in case an enemy approached.

In the meantime, I decided my time on this voyage would be well spent on sabotaging the resources Drago had; grain, livestock, weapons, dragon traps, war machines, and freeing the armored dragons from enslavement.

Turning to the nearest cage, I peeled off my helmet and ran a hand through my matted hair. I then carefully approached the cage and saw the armored dragons inside growled at me and bore their teeth at me, warning me to stay away from them. "Shh, no it's okay," I reassured them, "I'm not like those vile beasts who call themselves men. Here, let me show you." Holding my breath, I extend my hand out and the armored dragons inside the cage share a confused look and slowly approach me while sniffing my hand. Their tense bodies relaxed as they smelled the scent of dragons on me, they could sense I wasn't like the humans who had mistreated, abused or enslaved them to be mindless killers. However, they didn't press their snots into my palm like most dragons usually would.

They didn't trust me, despite sensing I wasn't like the other humans on board this ship.

I couldn't blame them, these dragons are scared. Looking around, I can see some of them wounded with ghastly scars that aren't even being treated, some of them looked half-starved and dehydrated. In the eyes of these foreigners, these dragons are nothing more than a means to an end; they have more dragons to use as living weapons, and those who are spent or too wounded to continue fighting are disposed of.

"Savages," I seethed out, "I'm so sorry these people have done this to you all." My voice ladened with sympathy, but I then reassured these suffering dragons. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you while I'm here. But you lot need to ensure that you're quiet, otherwise, that war chief and the men under his command may come back down here to either inflict more harm on you or end your lives entirely." The dragons seemed to have understood what I was saying, and I nodded. "Alright, let's get started." As I got to work on tending to the nearest dragon, I knew that earning these dragons' trust was vital. They were tamed by fear and death, I would earn their trust through respect and compassion.

This was going to be a very long voyage, but if I could help these dragons get better and possibly turn some of Drago's enslaved dragons against him, then that's time well spent.

Drago Bludvist's undoing begins right now.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed it, things will get more tense and exciting. Hope you're ready!