this is berk

a/n: HELLLOOOOOO TO THE SECOND MOVIE

YEAHYEAHYEAH!

i love this film so much. it's my favourite one out of the three. y/n and midnight are going to eat down SO BAD. UGH.

as always, f off to the ghost readers and hello non ghost readers <3

hope you're as excited as me ;p

a new oc is coming in tehe

house of dragon people will get it

people ask me this all the time but ghost readers are people who don't vote or comment; pressing the star is actually so simple, guys ;o

here's the playlist link for this book once again ->

you guys can thank R-RAMPAGE kkittynoir dreamwcks imonbussiness __-angelic-__ viipers

they're the reason this came out three days after instead of three months after

(most of them harassed me, but some gave me money)

🐉✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼🐉

authors pov

10:21 AM. BERK, THE ISLE OF BERK

waves move back and forth as they kiss the rocks of the isle of berk. the sun hides behind the soft white clouds, giving the island a warm hue. it has been five years. and everything has changed.

"this is berk," a male voice narrates, birds flying over the surprisingly quiet island. but it won't be quiet for long. "the best kept secret this side of, well..." a large house built for dragons to rest, shines a brilliant green, the sun reflecting from the roof. "anywhere. granted, it does not look like much, but this wet heap of rock packs more than a few surprises,"

a shadow swiftly flies overhead, before two others do. a group of sheep shiver at the sight, huddling together. safer in groups, right? another shadow flies above them, all the white sheep moving together to another hiding spot. one of these sheep have a green and orange target on them, painted on both sides of their shaggy white coat. 

"life here is amazing, just not for the faint of heart," the voice continues. "you see, where most folks enjoy hobbies like whittling, or needlepoint, y/n being one of those people-"

"i am in a close proximity to you," another voice starts. a female voice. "i can comprehend you. you are aware of that, right?"

"i know, love," the male voice says with a chuckle. "i'm just saying it how it is,"

"sīkudi nopāzmi,"

"as i was saying," the male continues. "before i was rudely interrupted-hey-okay, okay! sorry, sorry! y/n? can i please finish?"

"if you must,"

"sorry, as i was saying, we berkians prefer," one of the sheep is then shoved out into the open, making its eyes widen as its legs start to tremble in fear. oh no. it's snatched up in a instant. dragons fly pas the traditional poles of berk, knocking the wedges, making it twist. "a little something we like to call...dragon racing!"

the familiar dragons of berk fly past a large crowd of viking's, making them all cheer and wave their arms, each viking supporting their own team. 

fishlegs looks around with a smile. he lets a cheer, war paint decorating his face. the colours, orange and green. meatlug, his dragon who is a gronckle, pants happily, sticking her tongue out as she carries the sheep in her clutches. the painted sheep bleats in fear, the wind hitting its face. 

"whoa-ho-ho! ho-ho!" fishlegs cries out as he's rammed into by hookfang, snotlout on her. snotlout catches the sheep, looking back at fishlegs. red and yellow face paint on him as well as his dragon. 

"oh, i'm sorry, fishlegs, did you want that?" snotlout says with a smirk, motioning to the sheep. 

"oh, snotlout, that was mine!" fishlegs whines, ducking as hookfang suddenly flies back and past him and meatlug. 

"here you go, babe," snotlout winks at ruffnut as he tosses the sheep to her. "did i tell you that you look amazing today? 'cause you do,"

the female twin with turquoise and yellow paint on her face groans in disgust. her dragon, barf, glares at snotlout as he makes a face to his rider. 

"ugh! come on, barf," she says, making a face. barf rumbles, opening his mouth slightly, letting green explosive gas fall from it. "it's starting to stink around here," snotlout dreamily watches her as tuffnut comes into his view. 

"nope, still hates you," tuffnut says with a grin, pushing his black and yellow painted face towards snotlout. he turns forward with a wicked smile. "let's blow this place, belch!" he raises his arm, belch understanding what he needs to do immediately. belch lights the gas, using the sparks coming from his mouth. snotlout yells out at the small explosion which stuns both him and hookfang.  

flying over the net, ruffnut throws the sheep into the net, giving her and her twin brother another point. 

"oh yeah!" all the viking's cheer as stoick lets out a hearty full laugh. 

"that's nine for the twins!" he shouts. "astrid lags with three! fishlegs and snotlout trail with none! and hiccup is..." he pauses as he looks between the empty nets which were meant for y/n and hiccup. both having a dark coloured dragon drawn above it. however, y/n has her house symbol. the black three headed dragon. "hiccup and y/n are nowhere to be found," 

stoick sits down with a curt hum as he looks around. he taps the arm of his chair with a deep frown on his face. 

the relationship between y/n and stoick are strong. they discuss a lot of things to do with the tribe; things to do to help during the cold and harsh winters. as well as how to manage with the dragons living in berk. 

stoick also gives gifts to y/n to apologise for what he did to her, five years ago. it is not something y/n dwells on frequently. however, the thin paring sword he gifted is something she is never going to part with. it looked like the exact copy of her grand uncle's daemon's sword. and it was made of valyrian steal. she loves it. she named it moonlight. 

stoick sees her as his future daughter in law. and y/n sees him in a way she's not sure how to describe yet.

"scared him off with that big talk, didn't you, stoick?" gobber asks, resting his arm on stoick's wooden throne with a snicker. "i'm guessing the poor lad ran off and stole y/n along with him,"

stoick sighs, nodding once again. 

🐉

astrid swings herself to the side, partly hanging off stormfly as she slams her fist into snotlout's helmet. the boy yelps, his inside of his metal helmet colliding his his head. 

"what are you doing, snotlout?" she asks, righting herself up. she glares at him, orange and turquoise paint on her face. "they're going to win now!"

"she my princess!" snotlout defends, flying through the air. "whatever she wants, she gets,"

"ruffnut?" they fly in sync, tilting to the left. "didn't she try to bury you alive?"

"o-only for a few hours!" snotlout laughs, hookfang spinning the checkpoint with her legs. the viking's sitting on it, cheer and supporting their teams. 

"now, dragons used to be a bit of a problem here," the male voice narrates, the dragons flying together as a unit even though they are competing. "but that was five years ago," they fly into a building which is full of dragons who are living their lives, content. "now, they've all moved in. and really, why wouldn't they? we have custom stables," a nadder chitters as it swallows fish after fish. "all you can eat feeding stations. a full service dragon wash," a baby gronckle flies past a large gronckle as it takes a bath. the baby gronckle inhales deeply like it is about to sneeze and a massive fire ball shoots out from it's nose. the hot fire ball hits a wooden building, setting it on fire. "even top of the line fire prevention, i do say so myself,"

"of course, you would state that, hiccup. you are extraordinaire inventor,"

"aww, love,"

astrid gasps, stormfly diving down, allowing the dragon to snap a rope which pours water onto the fire, extinguishing it. 

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gobber claps as stoick chuckles, clearing his throat. 

"it's time, gobber,"

"righty-o!" gibber raises his prosthetic hand, waving it to the viking who's waiting on the signal. "last lap!" the viking blows into the horn, it letting out a deep loud note, it echoing throughout the isle. 

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"the black sheep!" astrid perks up, looking around. "come on, stormfly!" she tilts her head to look at the face of her dragon. "we can still win this thing!" they speed past the crowd who cheer in retaliation. 

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gobber drags the smaller than usual sized catapult behind him with ease. 

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"come on, barf!"

"let's go!" tuffnut yells, both twins urging their dragon to fly faster. 

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gobber winds up the catapult. 

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"go, meatlug!" fishlegs learn forward to increase the speed of his dragon. 

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gobber holds the catapult lever in place, ready to release it. 

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astrid cheers, racing against the other to get the black sheep. it's worth ten points. 

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"this is your big moment," gobber tells the black sheep with a grin as it chews absentmindedly, turning to him. "have a nice flight!" it lets out a small sound out of fear before being launched into the air. it spins, bleating in distress as astrid spots it.

"up, up, up, up, up, up!" astrid commands, stormfly raising her talons ready to grab the sheep. the sheep bleats again as gravity starts to do its work. 

just as stormfly was about to grab the sheep, fishlegs and meatlug appear from under them, stealing the black sheep and flying away.

"no!"

"yes! good job, meatlug," fishlegs says to the drag who flies happily, turning and spinning as she releases the sheep. "here you go, darling. mine's worth ten,"

"yeah!" ruffnut catches the black sheep, her twin glaring at her. he's way prettier than she is. "the black sheep!"

"you guys are fighting for ruffnut?" astrid questions, looking over at snotlout as they fly behind the twins. 

"i'm totally winning!" ruffnut cackles, holding the sheep close. 

"we're winning together!" fishlegs smiles, flying be her side. he screams as she rams into him, pushing him and meatlug away. he flies back on impact, flying into snotlout and hookfang the two falling back as the crowd cheers. 

"no one can stop me now!" 

"expect for me," tuffnut says, glaring at his sister. "we're attached, genius. quit trying to steal all my glory!"

"hey!" the twins start to pull the sheep in between each other, hurting the poor animal. 

behind them, astrid balances on stormfly, ready to make her move. something that y/n taught her how to do. and y/n was surprised by how quick astrid caught it. but obviously, y/n does it with much better precision and skill. 

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"get them, astrid!" stoick shouts, rising from his seat as he slams both fists onto the arms  of the wooden throne. 

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"it's my glory!"

"always ruining everything!" astrid leaps onto the body of barf and belch, racing along it carefully. 

"no sheep, no glory!"

"gotcha!" astrid squeals, skilfully jumping over the gap in between the twins and taking the sheep along with her. she lands on stormfly with a laugh. 

"woah!"

"astrid!"

🐉

"well played!" stoick jumps up, raising both arms. he chuckles, slapping spitelout's back, almost throwing the man off the platform. "that's the best friend of my future daughter in law!"

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astrid looks ahead, gasping in shock as meatlug collides into stormfly, throwing the teal dragon off course. 

"uh, excuse me!" snotlout shouts, swinging his hammer back. 

"stormfly!" stormfly ducks under hookfang, snotlout swinging his hammer forward and it hits fishlegs in the face, making the crowd wince in sympathy. 

stormfly staggers in the air, unable to find her balance as astrid cries out. she quickly stables herself, swooping upwards and spinning as astrid dunks the black sheep in her net. a female viking swings a yellow flag, finalising the game. 

"that's thirteen!" stoick shouts over the crowd with a laugh, well he tries too. "astrid takes the game!"

gothi jolts awake, gasping as she claps in a daze.

"yep. berk is pretty much perfect," astrid cheers for herself, raising her arms in joy as she flies over the crowd. the twins glare at each other before, slapping each other's hands. "all of y/n's hard work as well as mine has paid off. and it's a good thing, too!" stormfly swoops towards the crowd, astrid laughing as she high fives them before flying up.

"with viking's on the back of these ferocious beasts that we call dragons," the female voice says, making the male voice chuckle. snotlout and fishlegs gasp, yelp and duck as astrid flies past them, soaring into the open sky with another cheer. "this world of ours has increased to a much larger size,"

"hey! i was about to say that,"

"as you would say, my love 'tough luck',"