(Normal)

Any Hooligan who plotted to undermine Hiccup, their plan was struck from their thoughts after witnessing how Snotlout and his group were executed for their actions.

Shorty after Hiccup walked away from the stake that still held Snotlout's charred bones, he received a terror mail, the king held his arm out and the dragon landed gracefully on his arm, Hiccup gave the dragon a fish, which it gladly accepted. Hiccup then removed the letter from the dragons leg and read it.

"This is a message for the Dragon Master, The Outcasts and Berserkers have united as one and are spreading a plague of death and destruction. They even have a horrifying monster under their control..." Hiccup sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "No rest for the weary." He muttered to himself, then continued reading. "...the Berserkers forces are being led by a ferocious woman, whose killing my best warriors and pillaging our food, she's accompanied by Dagur the Deranged and Cutthroat the Vile. Please Dragon Master, we need your help.

-Big Boobied Bertha of the Bog Burglar Tribe

The Bogs?

Camicazi. He knew her well, they were the best of friends back when they were children, now they haven't seen each other in years due to them being groomed to become the next leaders of their tribes. Hiccup needed to help the Bogs, though their tribe is mostly made up of women, they still kick ass in fights, but even they have limits.

Hiccup wrote his own letter and urged the Terror to pick up Bertha's scent and deliver his message to her. He needed to rally his forces.

Upon entering the arena to his top dragon riders he ordered them to gather. "Listen up! I received an urgent message from Big Boobied Bertha, she says that the Berserkers and Outcasts are attacking with the Red Death by their side." Everyone began murmuring among each other, Hiccup spoke once more. "The last time we faced these psychos, we lost good people, friends and dragon riders, but not this time. Today we'll unleash fury on the Berserkers and cripple them to ensure they don't spread their madness any further." The riders all grunted in agreement and loaded their equipment on their dragons and prepared to move out.

Heather ran toward Hiccup and held her double bladed axe. "I'm coming with you, if we run into that Berserker bitch who killed Windshear, I want in." Hiccup nodded and extended his arm out, she grabbed it and he hoisted her up and she wrapped her arms around his waists. "Dragon riders! Let's fly!!" Everyone shot toward the heavens and set out to Bog Island.

(Enobaria's pov)

I hate to admit it, but the Bogs were really starting to piss me off. They're like flys circling around a boars ass, or in this case, they would not submit to us. Our men had fun breaking Bertha's women, because they could get their cocks wet from their lips or cunt. But me? Dagur and Cutthroat were on the command ship controlling the Red Death while I led our forces into the Bogs village.

We've hammered them with catapult fire for a day straight, once their first line of defense was broken, we added the Red Death in the equation to incinerate any resistance, and now I was leading the mop up group, kill all who continued to oppose us, make them submit or they'd die. But no matter how many of them we killed, raped and butchered, they seemed...confident in seeing their future.

That's when my suspicions came to life. "DRAGON RIDERS!!" I looked up to see the Dragon Master and his dragon riders open fire upon us. I ran for cover, explosions and debris flying past me, I noticed a girl on the Dragon Masters dragon. That's the girl who rode the Razorwhip I killed. I smirked and pulled out my bow, nocked an arrow, took aim and let loose. But the girl cut the arrow, she had anger plastered on her face.

The Dragon Master touched down while his riders engaged our ships, the girl hopped off his dragon and drew her double bladed axe. "You killed my dragon! For that, you will suffer!" I smiled wickedly, threw my bow and quiver on the ground and drew my sword. "Come little girl. Avenge your fallen dragon!" I taunted, she took the bait and let out a battle cry before locking blows with me. She had spirit, I'll break her and never let her back up.

(Hiccups pov)

While Heather was fighting that Berserker female, I punched a hole straight to Dagur's command ship. Toothless and I landed on deck and prepared for battle. "Well! We meet again Dragon Master! So nice to see you again, I'd hope that you'd return so that we could kill you this time." Dagur sang then snarled, I growled and drew Inferno. "Bring it." I growled as I twirled my sword, and got in a battle stance.

Dagur charged and brought his axe down on my sword, I parried the attack and head butted him, he took a few steps back, blood leaking from his nose, I then brought my sword down on him. However Dagur brought his axe up to block the blow I threw, using his strength to push me forward to hit the mast of the ship, as he tried to deliver some swings himself but I was quick enough to use my weapon to block each hit aimed at me. I ducked when Dagur swung his axe again, piercing the weapon through the wood of the mast resulting it being stuck for a while and leaving the Berserker Chieftain weaponless for the time being.

Seizing this opportunity, I rolled to the side behind Dagur as I used my strength to push him towards a barrel, pointing the end of the sword very close to his eyes while the Deranged Chieftain did nothing but gulp in this unexpected defeat. Before I could do anything though, Cutthroat jumped in front of me and kicked me square in the chest, I backflipped and landed. "Pray tell Dragon Master, who are you." I decided now to reveal myself to these psychos, so they'd know that I'd be the one who cripples them and who leads an entire clan of Night Furies.

I removed my helmet and clipped it to my hip, I ran a hand through my hair and stared daggers at the Berserker cousins, they squinted as they studied my face, Cutthroats eyes almost seemed to have popped out of his head. "Hiccup?!" I twirled my sword and pointed it at them. "Surprise." I say dryly. Dagur went over to the mast and pulled out his axe like it was only a feather from a bird as he charged toward me.

I was fast enough to grab his axe to block the blow that was aiming to slice me open. I was still on my guard even as Dagur was disarmed. "Look at you Hiccup! All grown up, and quite the ladies man I'd wager, hmm?" Dagur smirked while wiggling his eyebrows. I knew what he doing. He was trying to distract me, I grunted in annoyance and punched him square in the face, landed multiple shots to his torso and I performed a flying knee, a disgusting crack was heard, Dagur fell on his back hard and his nose gushing blood and it was in an awkward angle.

"And you're still a psychopathic freak, not that I expected any less from you." I snarled at my old bully, I then saw Cutthroat raise his sword toward me. "It doesn't matter how much you've changed, we have the Red Death under our control and we will take over the Archipelago and you will be crushed under my boots." Enough blood has been spilled because of these two murdering dogs, I don't want them to kill anymore, they belong in cages. "Your attempt to intimidate me is failing Cutthroat, you're nothing but stone cold killer." Cutthroat smiled wickedly and advances toward me.

"And I'm proud of who I am, we've already become infamous, now our infamy will grow tenfold when I kill the Dragon Master and your clan of Night Furies." I snarl in outrage, there's no way I'm letting him kill Toothless or any other dragon, we then charge at each other.

Cutthroat came at me and swung at my right. I held my sword up vertically as I blocked. Cutthroats sword met mine and rattled my arm from the impact. Then Cutthroat pressed down, forcing me back with his superior strength. I grit my teeth as I planted my feet.

"What's the matter runt? Too weak?" He spat at me lowly. I just narrowed my eyes. I unsheathed a dagger and stabbed the crazed Berserker in the leg, making him scream in pain, I then knee him in the cock, and then head butt him. He stumbled back and groan in pain, I took a jump back and parried a slash to get some breathing room.

After recovering Cutthroat advanced. He lunged forward and thrust his blade forward for stab. I side stepped to the right and with a quick slash, I made a shallow cut on Cutthroats shoulder. He hissed in slight pain as he saw blood stain his tunic. He turned to me with a glare. I gave him a menacing smile.

Cutthroat charged with a cry, I stood at the ready as he waited for his attack. But before he reached me, he suddenly unsheathed a second sword and did a whirlwind move and brought his blades down on mine, I grunted as he put all his strength in that attack, we locked blades for about ten seconds before we broke and he attempted to stab me. I dodged the stab, grabbed his sword and slashed Cutthroat across the chest, leaving a shallow, but seeping wound.

He cried out and stood at the ready as I went on the offensive. And suddenly, and too his amazement, he was having trouble keeping up. Not only that, but the force of my attacks were rattling his arms and hands.

In a flash, Cutthroat was slashed across the cheek. He hissed and leapt back. He wiped at the seeping wound before looking at me in bafflement. He then struck a low blow. "Summon the Red Death!!" Not again. I placed my helmet back on and hopped on Toothless and we hovered where the Red Death emerged from the water. Her appearance made my blood boil. This...monster killed my friends, never again.

The tyrant queen rose narrowed her sight on us, she growled, her teeth bared, her breath smelled like a thousand rotted corpses and her gaze told us she was out for blood. Toothless fired a warning shot at her, she roared in pain but before she could attack, hammers mast metal bases to call off her attack. She stopped and looked at the Berserkers holding the hammers, they then pointed at the Bogs village, the Red Death roared and then advanced toward its destination.

No.

"Toothless! We need to warn them!!" Toothless bolted toward the village, I noted Heather still fighting Enobaria, I needed to get her out of there, I ordered Toothless to shot between the two of them, violet flames separated the two of them and we landed next to Heather. "The Red Death will unleash hell if we don't make ourselves scarce, if the gods will it, that Berserker who killed Windshear will be incinerated. Heather nodded and hopped on Toothless and headed toward the Bogs Hall.

Within minutes, the Red Death began unleashing fire throughout the village, destroying anything of anyone in the flames path. Luckily none of the Bogs were outside, they made their last stand in their Hall. Two of my dragon riders guarded the entrance and I entered the Hall to be greeted by the Bogs and the rest of my riders. "Bog Burglars! The Dragon Master graces you with his presence." One of my riders boomed, the Bogs stared at me in awe and bewilderment.

(Normal pov)

Hiccup removed his helmet and clipped it to
his waist, he then heard a gasp. "Hiccup?" Camicazi looked at me up and down and her mouth dropped slightly. He looked so different, this was not the Hiccup she remembered.

The first thing that surprised her was how tall he was. The last time she saw him, when he was conscious that is, they were roughly the same height. She guessed he was now at least six feet tall, a good foot taller than her.

His once shaggy, auburn mop now was tied in a man bun, a face that was no longer round and childish. She had to blink twice when she saw how mature he looked, his jaw was sharp and lightly shaded with stubble. If it wasn't for the scar on his chin, she'd have a hard time believing it was actually him.

She cast her eyes down his body and her breath hitched. He was still thin compared to other Vikings but he was by no means a walking fishbone anymore. She noticed how his shoulders had broadened and his chest pushed against the leather armour he wore. He had grown into a handsome young man and she couldn't help feeling a slight attraction towards him.

Hiccup stared at her with the same slack jawed expression. She looked even more formidable than he remembered.

She wore a jet black tunic and leggings, a grey fur skirt that looked like it was made from a wolf skin. The steel pauldrons' that protected her shoulders each had two, three inch long boar tusks protruding from them. The leather gauntlets that wrapped her forearms were covered in smaller spikes he guessed were either bone or antler.

Then he noticed how many weapons she carried, she was armed to the teeth. She had two short swords crossed on her back. A thick, brown belt around her stomach that held at least a dozen, razor sharp throwing knives and two hatchets strapped to her hips. He even noticed a dagger tucked into one of her boots. She was definitely a force to be reckoned with. Though Hiccup still viewed her as a great friend, nothing romantic at all.

Camicazi snapped out of her trance and jumped up at him, pulling him into a warm hug that he instantly returned. "Gods Cami..." Hiccup chuckled. "...Its so good to see you, despite the dire circumstances."

She closed her eyes and laughed while nodding. "Believe me, the feeling is mutual, I missed you too Hiccup." The two removed themselves from their arms and smiled warmly at each other, he then turned to see Bertha. "Hello Bertha, I wish we could catch up for old time sakes under different circumstances." Bertha nodded and chuckled. "Indeed Hiccup! By the gods you've grown up, and for the better, you finally got som meat on those bones of yours." Everyone burst out laughing and Hiccup nodded while chuckling. "Better late then never eh?" They laughed once more at Hiccups side joke.

"Now, on a more serious note, what's your plan? I've lost good warriors and friends at the hands of those Berserker mongrels." Bertha boomed, Hiccup nodded and spoke his plan. "You can't counter attack, because they'll use the Red Death to incinerate you all into dust, so I suggest evacuation, to prevent yourselves from being wiped out." The Bogs talked to Bertha about the suggestion and after a minute Bertha nodded.

"Very well, what do you propose?"