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The familiar fog envelopes the Viking's ships as they sail through, Stoick at the front and watching for danger, (F/N) by his side.

"Sound your positions," he instructs as he looks around. "Stay within earshot."

"Here!"

"One length to your stern!"

Gobber watches the others work as he ioins his friend, nervously looking around. "Listen, Stoick, I was..overhearing some of the men, and, well, some of them, are wondering what it is we're up to here,"  Gobber stammers

Stoick's gaze remains unchanged. "Not me, of course. I-I know you're always the man with the plan, but some, not me, are wondering if there is, in fact, a plan at all...and...what it might be?" Gobber finishes, raising a brow.

"Find the nest and take it." (F/N) growls, Gobber looking to the man with wide eyes at his harsh tone. The Commander looks back, (D/N) rumbling as they lock eyes.

"Of course. Send them running. The old Viking fallback," Gobber rambles, not noticing the dragons acting odd. "Nice and simple."

Toothless begins to chitter, his senses heightened and his ears perked as he leans to the side. (D/N) growls, his fur ruffling and his claws digging into the wood..

Stoick swiftly moves to the tiller, shoving some of the men aside as they grunt. "Stand aside," Stoick demands, taking control as (D/N)'s  head snaps up, his teeth curled back into snarl,  his eyes turning to slits.

Toothless does the same, rumbling lowly as both dragons face east. Stoick turns the ship, leading the others through the rock maze. The dragons face west this time, making him turn the ship and narrowly avoid jagged rocks.

"Hard to port,"

The Vikings whisper to each other, bracing themselves for the sharp turn.

...

Berk

(Y/N) looks up at the familiar gates holding the Monstrous Nightmare, her hand still in Hiccup's. He swallows nervously, squeezing it hand before releasing as he approaches the gate.

"If you're planning on getting eaten,"
Fishlegs' voice makes him pause and look back. "I'd definitely go with the Gronckle." (Y/N) turns back, happy to see Astrid standing with the other teens.

Tuffnut shoves past them, grasping (Y/N)'s hand as she nervously laughs. "You were wise to seek help from the world's most deadly weapon. It's me."

Snotlout shoves Tuffnut away, grinning wildly at (Y/N).

"I love this plan, babe!"

The statement makes both Hiccup and (Y/N) cringe, rolling their eyes as they watch Ruffnut swiftly elbow Snotlout out of her way as she glares between the two. "You're both crazy!" Her expression softens to a smirk.

"A match made in Heaven!"

(Y/N) laughs, shaking her head as Hiccup chuckles softly. They look to eachother, nodding before facing everyone.

Astrid makes her appearance, shoving Ruffnut away and looking between the two with a raised brow, "So, what is the plan?" Hiccup looks to the blonde, nodding to her before grinning at (Y/N).

...

The Vikings nervously look around the fog, squinting as they try to see ahead. Stoick's gaze flickers to a familiar ship, his face falling and his eyes widening.

(F/N) looks to him with a raised brow, turning his head and gasping at the sight of his late wife's ship.

Gobber exhales, his expression holding sadness as he looks away. "Isn't that..(M/N)'s—"

"Quiet!" Stoick's voice echoes, making everyone flinch. (D/N) rumbles lowly, his ears flickering as he starts to subtly pull at the leather restraints on his mouth, meanwhile Toothless continues to unknowingly lead the Vikings.

Stoick steers the ship, managing to just dodge another rock as Toothless starts to frantically thrash at his restraints. "Stay low, and ready your weapons." Gobber nods before stumbling as their ship comes into contact with land.

Toothless continues to pull at his retraints, growling softly as Stoick walks past. (D/N) looks up at the mountain with fear, his ears flat against his head as he whimpers.

He purrs softly to his friend, comforting him as the Night Fury starts to calm down.

Stoick looks up at the mountain, his gaze following the quick movement of a tail disappearing as a light humming could be heard.

"We're here," he smirks, swinging himself over the side of the ship and onto land, the humming to coming to a halt.

...

Berk

Hiccup slowly moves backwards as the Monstrous Nightmare approaches, its gaze locked on the boy as it lowly hisses. The others watch with fear and slight suspicion, Tuffnut tearing up slightly and nodding with a smile.

Snotlout nervously looks around, slowly bending down and picking up a broken spear head.

(Y/N) sets her hand on it, shaking her head firmly, a hum of disagreement leaving her as Astrid lightly hits his arm. He quickly sets it down, standing up straight and looking at the dragon in fear as Hiccup moves closer.

He whimpers as Hiccup reaches back and grabs his hand, moving it forward.

"Wait! What are you—?!"

The dragon loudly puffs air out at the sudden noise, making Snotlout recoil in fear. "Relax," Hiccup speaks softly, moving his hand back towards the dragon. (Y/N) smiles, watching the dragon stare at Snotlout.

Hiccup slowly sets Snotlout's hand where his was, causing the Monstrous Nightmare to purr softly and nuzzle into it as the boy laughs in disbelief.

(Y/N) walks to the other dragons, gently stroking the Deadly Nadder's cheek as Hiccup walks towards the equipment.

"Where are you going?!" Snotlout frantically questions as Hiccup disappears. "You're gonna need something to help you hold on." Hiccup replies, facing the others with a rope in his hands.

"Trust me," (Y/N) laughs, making the others face her with gasps when they see the other dragons. "Falling off a dragon is not that fun.."

...

Large wooden stakes were quickly crafted and set into the ground as the men prepared themselves. "When we crack that mountain open," (F/N) draws the plan into the dirt, Stoick nodding along, "All hell is going to break loose."

"In my undies," Gobber snickers. "Good thing
I brought extras!" The Commander looks to the man and chuckles, Gobber stammering a response as he watches (F/N) finally laugh at one of his jokes.

"No matter how this ends, it ends today," Stoick speaks up, raising his hand and closing his fist. The Vikings take the signal, quickly launching the catapults and hurling large boulders at the mountain.

They slam into the side of the mountain, causing it to crack open. Stoick climbs up, the men behind him yelling in anticipation before silencing themselves.

Stoick lowers his hammer before gesturing forward twice, making the men launch a flaming hay-ball into the opening, revealing thousands of sleeping dragons.

Stoick lets out a war cry, racing forward as the dragons begin to quickly swarm out of the small opening. He swings his hammer around, missing them as they flee.

(F/N) stays on the ship, barking orders to his men and pointing towards the opening with a smirk. "Let's go men! Take 'em down!!"

Gobber follows after the Chief, yelling out and swinging his hammer around blindly. The Vikings watch in confusion as the dragons fly off, not a single fireball blasted.

(D/N)'s ears stand up as he listens, his eyes widening as he cowers in fear. Toothless whimpers, watching the others fly to safety.
"Is that it?" Gobber questions, shrugging lightly as he walks down. "We've done it!"

The Vikings cheer, (F/N) frowning as he walks to his Chief's side, Stoick looks up at the flying dragons in confusion before he notices (D/N) and Toothless frantically trying to escape.

(D/N) breaks the restraints from his mouth, roaring loudly and biting at the chains at his feet as Toothless pulls against his own chains. "This isn't over!" Stoick realizes, turning to the mountain. "Form your ranks! Hold together!"

The mountain starts to rumble, a loud, thunderous roar echoing throughout the island.

Stoick's eyes widen as the mountain crumbles, causing him and the others to swiftly jump off to safety as something barrels through. (F/N) staggers back, his hammer disagreed to the side as he jumps back.

"Get clear!" Stoick orders, the others yelling in fear as they race away. He looks back as the others continue to run, his eyes wide at the sight of a very large grey dragon..

The Red Death.

"Beard of Thor! What is that?!" Gobber yells, standing by his friend as the dragon continues to crash through the mountain, roaring loudly.

"Odin help us."

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