(Normal pov)

"Where is he?" Cutthroat growled as he through the eye-glass, surveying the horizon. "He should have been here by now."

"He could have got side-tracked. You know how he is. Never gives up an opportunity to boast about his dragon-trapping tales." Dagur said, coming to stand beside his cousin. "He's literally the dragon trapper version of Johann."

"Wait—" Cutthroat brought the eye-glass back up. "There is a ship, but I don't recognize the sails."

"Maybe an enemy? Please let it be an enemy. Shocker has been itching to use his lightning!" Dagur snatched the eye-glass from his cousin, honing in on the ship in the distance, but his joyful hope quickly died down. "Oh. I recognize the ship." He handed the eye-glass back to Cutthroat. "I remember the ships symbols from back when I was a kid. They're Dragon Hunters, but not apart of Drago's army."

"Huh. Should've expected Drago to have them in his pocket. But why not send Eret? I'm assuming Hunters and Trappers are basically the same profession."

"Hunters don't care if they capture the dragon dead or alive." They turned back to the ship, just in time to see a dragon leave the deck and make its way straight for them. Cutthroat took one quick look with his eye-glass before sighing.

"Damn it." He hissed under his breath, which didn't go unnoticed by Dagur. "It's Enyo. Once she gets here, let me do the talking." Just a few minutes later, the Triple Stryke landed with a thud, causing the ship to sway a little. Cutthroat and Dagur both took note of the unamused look Enyo was sporting when she turned to them, arms crossed. However, before Cutthroat could utter a word, Enyo punched him across the face, causing the Berserker to fall on one knee and cradle his cheek.

"What were you thinking?!" She used the same tone that a mother would used when she was furious with her child. "After all we did for you two, you dare go behind Krogan's back and call Eret to help you? The same Eret who was under a direct order from Drago Bludvist to continue his supply of dragons? Do you two have a death wish?"

"What other choice did we have?" Dagur completely ignored his cousin's prior advice. Cutthroat decided to jump in before things got really out of hand.

"What my cousin meant to say was that being tasked with searching for a Screaming Death is not easy. All we have to go on is the few past records of encounters and observations but that's not a lot. For all we know the dragon might be hundreds of leagues away in another land."

"Which is why I've brought the two best dragon hunters on this side of the Archipelago." She gestured to the ship behind in the distance. "Although I do have to warn you that Viggo Grimborn is not to be taken lightly. He will be leading the search from now on, and I expect you both to listen to him and his brother, Ryker."

The Berserker cousins shared a glance. "What about you?"

"I'll be tagging along with you guys. I will take orders from Viggo every now and then, but my main role is to keep Krogan updated about the progress we'll make. Any other questions?" She smiled when they shook their heads. "Good. And don't think you're off the hook for going behind Krogan's back. He'll be the one to decide your punishment the next time he sees you two." The Berserker cousins glance at each other, Krogan was not known to be merciful to those who failed or disappointed him, hopefully they'd receive a slap on the wrist, but even that was doubtful. "Now, prepare yourselves to meet your new partners." Enyo ordered.

Despite the hour they had to meet the dragon hunter duo, Cutthroat and Dagur were rather reluctant to do so. Their presence only meant that they were now even lower in the chain of command. In fact, both cousins considered themselves as part of the common soldier; not an equal in Drago's army. As soon as the ships were side by side, Viggo had his crew raise the gangplank so he could finally meet his new partners. Enyo stood closest to the railing, for them to greet a familiar face and to remind them that she would be a constant presence in their company and to act accordingly.

"So this is the Berserker duo that my men have been talking about." Viggo opened up, eyeing the cousins from head to toe, while he was holding his hands behind his back, crossing the gangplank with his brother close in tow.

"I'm surprised you've heard about us and not the other way round." Cutthroat said as he watched Viggo smile, before he shot a glance at the Skrill by the bow of the ship.

"I only heard about that a rare and dangerous dragon was given to a new addition to Drago's army. As a Dragon Hunter, my curiosity had piqued. I couldn't wait to lay my eyes on such a deadly creature." Viggo spoke as he continued to gaze at the Skrill who was paying the gathering crowd no attention, Dagur then spoke up. "Well then, allow me to introduce myself. I'm—"

"Dagur and your cousin, Cutthroat. We know." Ryker interrupted. "Enyo already filled us in on all your pros and cons on the way here. Most of them were pretty bad." Both cousins looked at her, unappreciative that she had given such a lowly account of them. She shrugged her shoulders, her eyes betraying any care in that matter.

"I'm sure Enyo has told you a bit about us, so I'll skip the pleasantries." Viggo crossed his arms over his chest, "I've been told by Krogan that I am to lead the search for the Screaming Death; my brother will be my second-in-command if I am not available. I have nothing to go on other than Enyo's description of you, so I've decided to give you two the benefit of the doubt and show me what you're capable of. But other than valuable input, I expect you two to follow my orders to the letter. Is that understood?"

"Of course." Cutthroat spoke immediately. When Dagur didn't say a word, Cutthroat nudged his cousins shoulder with his own.

"Absolutely." Dagur said, through gritted teeth. Viggo shot them a smile, turning to walk toward the Skrill by the bow of the ship.

"Hey! Don't you dare try anything!" Dagur attempted to rush to him but was halted by a firm hand on his shoulder, the Berserker chieftain turned to see his cousin shooting him a hard glare.

"We'll be working with them now. Can you, at the very least, start trying to trust them?" Cutthroat muttered.

"What makes you think we can trust them dear cousin?" Dagur spat out.

"With Enyo here, they definitely wouldn't try anything that would get them on Drago's bad side." They cousins watched Shocker direct his attention to Viggo who stopped at a respectable distance, giving the dragon a detailed look-over.

"Impressive beast, isn't he?" Viggo asked, his back facing the dragon who hadn't taken his eyes off of him yet.

"Incredibly rare. Wonder where Drago got his hands on it." Ryker commented, looking over at Enyo for an answer, she merely shrugged.

"Not my information to give." She walked to Viggo. "Now that you're somewhat acquainted, how about you boys get to work huh?"

"Now that you mention it, do you two have any idea where to start looking for a Screaming Death?" Cutthroat followed her lead.

"Not much to go on when it comes to a Screaming Death. Known to return to the islands they hatched on, and I don't suppose you two have found any places have you?"

"We've chased every lead we could find, but ended with dead ends and false leads." Cutthroat informed, Viggo frowned at the information. Finding a Screaming Death was always going to be tough. They're not as rare as dragons such as the Bewilderbeast or Red Death, but they weren't common either. Dragons that hatched once every one hundred years should seem like a lot. But the fact that there could be hundreds of Whispering Deaths laying eggs, the chance of one of them being a Screaming Death egg was fairly good. Too bad they didn't have the time to tear up every single Whispering Death nest in the Archipelago.

"This would be so much easier if we had it." Ryker spoke. This got Dagur's and Cutthroat's attention, while Enyo rolled her eyes.

"The 'it' my brother is referring to is a device that contains information on nearly, if not all, dragons known to Vikings. Information such as their ancestral homes, abilities, how to counter them and so on. If we had it, I bet there was information on the Screaming Death somewhere in it."

"What does this device look like?" Dagur asked.

"If I can recall correctly, round, the centre could be twisted, depending what lenses you have in it at the time. To make it work— for example if you wanted to research Boulder Class dragons, you'd get a boulder class dragon, such as a Gronckle, to shine the light of its fire into one end, and that light will show what's on the lens." He could tell Dagur was wracking his brain about it from the discomforting look on the man's face. What did Enyo get them into?

"Think Dagur! Think!" Clearly Dagur was on the border of insanity, watching him smack his head incredibly hard. "Oh yeah! Hiccup has that device! I knew I saw it somewhere!" He felt proud of himself. However, he was pulled out of his brief moment of success when Viggo grabbed his shoulders and face him.

"Are you saying you've seen it? With this person... eh, Hiccup was it?"

"Oh yeah." He responded as if it was common knowledge. "It was a while ago when my spies saw and Hiccup a group his dragon riders were up North on an old dragon hunter ship, called the R—"

"Reaper!" Ryker interrupted, looking at his brother who nodded in confirmation.

Viggo released Dagur, who proceeded to rub the wrinkles at the top of his tunic, shooting Viggo an annoyed look. "Ever heard of personal space, Viggo?" The question fell on deaf ears as Viggo shot Enyo a look, a 'I told you so' look. His arms went behind his back again as he retreated into his mind.

"Was that your only encounter with the group?"

"We've fought with each other many times, but that was five years ago." Cutthroat said with an uncertain shrug of his shoulders.

"You also said they're dragon riders. What dragons do they ride?" Ryker joined in. Although she was wrong in not believing the Grimborn brothers, Enyo couldn't help the curve of her lips as the new partners got to work. It seemed like Drago knew how to pair his men up without even thinking.

"Night Furies." Dagur said. Everyone, except for Cutthroat and Enyo, stared at Dagur, eyes wide with shock, disbelief and bewilderment.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

"Night Furies?!" Both brothers shared a look in shock, awe and utter disbelief. "Never thought I'd have the opportunity to face one in this lifetime." Ryker said, Viggo hummed in agreement.

"Well don't get your hopes up because we have no idea where their new base is. It definitely won't be on Berk since we've seen them in locations that are at least a four days' trip from there. And the fact we couldn't search for them because someone—" Dagur glared at Enyo "—gave us orders to search for dragons." Enyo gave a shrug of her shoulders when Viggo glanced at her. "And besides, I already called dibs on a Night Fury's head." Dagur added while crossing his bulky arms across his chest.

"I was only following orders given directly from Krogan. But I'm assuming we are starting our search for these other dragon riders, correct?" Enyo asked, Viggo turned to the woman and nodded.

"We have to. If these renegade dragon riders have the key of unlocking every single mystery of all dragon species, who knows the advantages they'll gain over us and Drago's army?" Viggo said, the older Grimborn cocked his head at his younger brother.

"Well brother, where do we start?" Ryker asked. Viggo looked back to Dagur, a calculating glint in his eye.

"Dagur, what can you tell me about each of these riders?"

(Hours later)

"Never thought I'd get away from those yak milk-drinking Berserkers." Ryker slammed the door closed to his brother's cabin. Viggo, who was currently examining scrolls, wasn't phased by his brother's outburst, not averting his eyes from the scrolls for a second. "Accepted into Drago's army even though they failed their mission. Giving a Skrill, of all dragons, to an insane, loud-mouthed, sloppy madman, and working with that Berserker mercenary who thinks he has a cock the size of a Rumblehorn. I'm starting to doubt why you accepted Drago's invitation to join his armada." Ryker snarled as he folded his arms.

They had been doing incredibly well until they signed away their freedom to him. The most feared Dragon Hunters in the Archipelago and perhaps in all of current Viking civilization. There was no village or trading outpost that hadn't heard of the name Grimborn. And now, working under Drago, three quarters of their profits were lost due to bringing live dragons for his army. The rarer they were, the more value they were to Drago, instead of profiting off the dragon's scales, meat, hide, horns, claws, bone, or life, for that matter, on the dragon market.

"Relax big brother." Viggo cooed as he folded the scroll and placed it next to the others. "It does seem we've fallen far from our glory days, but look at what's come from it so far —unlimited access to some of the finest resources, more men signing up for our cause rather than Drago's, and most important of all." He stood up, strolling around his desk to come face to face with Ryker, "The recent discovery of the Dragon Eye's whereabouts."

"But was this time with Drago worth it? Our gold stores are running low due to the increase in men and we don't have enough dragons to make a profit for the increase in man power."

"Now that we have those two at our disposal." He hinted at Cutthroat and Dagur. "What's stopping us from turning them to our cause?"

"That girl Enyo, for starters. Do you really think they'll betray Drago? Just to make it a profit under you?"

"We'll have no idea until we try. Leave that to me though, brother. Don't take it close to heart, but you're not known for subtlety."

"Hey, the lesser I talk to them, the better."

"Besides, they haven't shown any hints of wanting world domination or power. And if Drago does achieve his goal, what's to say he'll put them in a position of power? What I'll offer them is a guarantee of power and profit. And if you must know, they don't like Enyo either. It's probably the only thing we have in common at the moment."

"You got that right. So, what's the plan for finding the Dragon Eye?"

"You remember the scroll I was reading just before you barged in?" Ryker nodded. "One of my spies sent me the delivery schedules of our favourite story-teller, Trader Johann. We just have to be at one of his stops before he does. If there's anything going on in the Archipelago regarding dragons and dragon riders, he'll definitely know about it."

"What makes you so sure he'd know something about these Dragon Riders?"

"Out of all the villages he visits, there's only one he talks about the most. A village where he claims to be wonderful friends with a few of their best dragon riders — Berk."

A/N: So I've been sick for the past couple of days, and feeling lousy, so I apologize for not updating sooner, but life happens. Hope you guys enjoy.