This particular idea just sprang up while I was watching the movie earlier on YouTube. It just seemed cool enough for me to want to do, and I thought, Hey! Why not? And so, this story was born.

*I still don't own How To Train Your Dragon or Star Wars: The Clone Wars.*

"Night Fury!" = Normal Speech

"Night Fury!" = Telepathic Speech/Force Ghost Talking

'Night Fury!' = Thoughts/Narration

"Night Fury!" = Someone Yelling

Dragon Raid - Revealing One's Jedi Training!

As the story begins, we see an island coming into view in the dead of night. It was a calm night in the Viking Archipelago, and all seemed eerily quiet in the area where we know that any long amount of peace with Vikings was just a sign that something big was gonna go down.

'This is Berk. It's twelve days North of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery.' says a male voice.

The camera pans for a close-up of the village. A wave crashes upon the rocky shoreline, sending a foamy spray of sea water disbursing into the air. Each building looks to be made of a combination of stone and wood. Smoke billowed out of some of the chimneys, showing that there were fires lit inside.

'My village. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every house is new.'

Next, we see a small part of the field where some domesticated sheep are seen grazing on grass in an almost lazy manner. And I only say it's lazy, due to their eyes being droopy.

'We have fishing, hunting and a charming view of the sunsets. The only downsides are the pests.'

The camera shifts to two sheep in particular. They're both grazing side by side, probably hoping to get the best grazing spots with the most grass for them to eat. Gluttonous little wool makers.

'You see, most people have mice or mosquitoes. We have…'

Something swoops down and snatches the sheep on the right, making the other sheep look towards the now vacant spot. It then proceeds to 'inconspicuously' scoot over to the spot in order to get more grass in its greedy belly.

Utter pandemonium erupted in the village as houses began to catch fire and reptiles with wings soared through the sky, stealing food and livestock from the village. The inhabitants of Berk, who we now see are Vikings, rushed out with weapons in hand to fight back against the flying reptiles. One in particular stopped for a moment and shot a fire blast at the screen, but a thick wooden door quickly closes to block the fire.

Leaning against the door is a fourteen year old boy with light skin, Auburn brown hair and green eyes. He's a pretty scrawny fellow for his age and seems to be a bit on the short side. He wears a long sleeved green tunic under a bearskin vest, green pants and fur boots. He has a brown belt tied around his waist, and he seems to radiate a power that most would deem as supernatural.

"...Dragons!" breathed the boy.

He yelped as his house rocked, having been hit by more dragon fire. He knew if one of these creatures were to get into his house, he might not stand a chance in such a cramped environment. So, he did something his father wouldn't want him to do.

The young boy grabbed a shiny metal object that looked like a curved, cylindrical sword hilt from a nearby desk and clips it to his belt before rushing out to try and help his fellow villagers. Due to his diminutive stature compared to everyone else, he was able to easily weave through the crowd. Over, under, between, you name it and he can dodge it.

'Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings, we have stubbornness issues.'

This was proven by one Viking leaping up and grabbing on to a yak that one of the Dragons was trying to carry off. But this just resulted in the man being taken for a ride. The boy continued running through the chaos of the village, ignoring all of the warnings and the yells of 'get back inside' from the other Vikings.

'My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe that a horrific name will frighten off Gnomes and Trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't?'

"AAAARRRRGGGHH!" cried a Viking male as he fell in front of Hiccup, quickly recovering and greeting with a cheery/insane smile "Mornin'!"

Several other Vikings are seen rushing along wooden bridges and paths as they tried to move the livestock to safer locations. But when you're up against flying dragons, it's kind of difficult to avoid getting things like sheep and chickens snatched up from your grasp. But these guys are Vikings. To them, the Dragons are nothing more than an occupational hazard.

Hiccup continued on his way through the mass of fighting Vikings and Dragons as he tried to get to his destination without taking too much damage. In his own profession, he knew that getting wounded was just another metaphorical day at the office. Or in his case, day in the forge.

'Meet the neighbors. Hoark the Haggard…'

"What are you doing out?!" he shouted.

'...Burnthair the Broad…'

"Get inside!" he too shouted.

'...Phlegma the Fierce…'

"Get back inside!" she ordered.

But like all the others, Hiccup just ignored her and continued on his way. He was determined to do his duty and help out in any way he could.

'And Ack.'

Hiccup ran past a Viking man who looked kinda like a yak. Amidst all the chaos of the raid, all he was doing was standing there picking his ear with his finger.

'Yup. Just Ack.'

Eventually, Hiccup was forced to stop as a large fireball exploded right in front of his path. He was then forced to block some more incoming fireballs using the strange hilt at his belt. He took it off of his belt and pressed a button on the hilt before *a thin, jade green blade made of plasma energy* erupted from the hilt.

He held the weapon in a ready stance before expertly maneuvering the blade and his body in ways that allowed him to easily block and deflect the fireballs launched by the dragons. Each attack that was deflected harmlessly hit the ground as Hiccup didn't even engage the Dragons in combat.

Once he was in the clear, a voice made itself know to him.

"Hiccup?!" gasped a deep male voice.

Hiccup turned around and came upon the sight of a large Viking man with a long beard that was done in many braids and was wearing a bearskin cape; a traditional garment of Viking chiefs. But he clearly wasn't happy that Hiccup was out and about.

"What is he doing out again?" Stoick asked a few nearby Vikings accusingly before turning to Hiccup. "What are you doing out?! Get inside!"

'That's Stoick the Vast, chief of Berk. They say that when he was a baby, he popped a Dragon's head off it's shoulders. Do I believe it?'

Hiccup's eyes widened as he saw something that Stoick didn't. Something that would have gotten them both killed if he didn't decide to intervene.

"Dad, watch out!" Hiccup shouted.

He rushed past Stoick and expertly deflected several Dragon spikes that were launched their way, moving with the grace and fluidity of an expert dancer. Once the spikes were taken care of, Stoick grabbed a wooden wheelbarrow and threw it at the Dragon responsible for that latest assault. The resulting crash caused the beast to fall right out of the sky.

'...Yes I do!'

Stoick turned to Hiccup as the boy extinguished the blade on his strange weapon.

"Good job deflecting those. Get to the forge and help out Gobber. I'll cover you!" Stoick ordered, grabbing a large hammer.

Knowing better than to argue with his father at a time like this, Hiccup just nodded and clipped his 'laser sword' back to his belt and ran off to the forge. And while Hiccup did that, Stoick calmly brushed some burning debris off his shoulder while asking for a status report from one of the other Viking men.

"What have we got?"

"Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks, Oh! And Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare!" reported a random Viking.

"Any Night Furies?" Stoick asked.

"None so far." the same Viking replied.

"Good." Stoick said, sounding relieved.

"HOIST THE TORCHES!" yelled one of the Vikings.

Some of the more burly Vikings grunted as they hoisted huge wooden poles with burning braziers on top of them. These fires illuminated the sky, revealing swirling Dragons of all types raiding the village.

Luckily for Hiccup, he got there with no incident and was greeted by a Viking who seemed to be smithing using a hammer for his left hand. He also had a peg-leg and a stone replacement tooth. Most likely, a hook would have been in place of the hammer if he wasn't currently smithing.

"Ah! Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off." he said to Hiccup.

"Who, me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." Hiccup retorted, striking a bodybuilder pose.

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" the older Viking asked as Hiccup put on a leather apron.

'The meathead with an attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well, little-er.'

Back in the village, Stoick is busy giving the other warriors instructions about what to do to defend the village. More importantly, they need to defend their food supplies.

"We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the catapults."

Several Viking men move across a bridge with Stoick close behind, trying to get the sheep to safety. As they did this, a Dragon strafed overhead and shot at a building with napalm fire, lighting it ablaze.

'See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses.'

"FIRE!" yelled another Viking.

It was at this point that the fire brigade, a group of teenagers in Hiccup's age group ran in and began filling buckets with water to try and extinguish the flames. The group is composed of three boys and two girls. One of which, Hiccup is looking out for since he sees her as a sister.

'Oh, and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout, the twins Tuffnut and Ruffnut, and Astrid.'

As the teens walk away from the burning house after dumping water on it, a huge fireball erupts behind them in slow motion. This causes their exit to look cool and heroic in comparison to most of the other Vikings.

'Their job is so much cooler.'

Hiccup grabs his 'laser sword' and tries to go out and help them, but he's stopped by Gobber, who grabs him by the scruff of his shirt with his hook hand.

"Ah, come on! Let me out, please! They'll die if I don't get out there and help!" Hiccup pleaded.

"Oh, you've helped plenty already. And most of that helped caused more problems than it's worth!" Gobber retorted.

"Please, two minutes! I'll apply my master's training here, stop the Dragons and my life will be infinitely better. I might even get a date." Hiccup pleaded again.

But Gobber wasn't budging. He actually began to go on a small rant about some of Hiccup's less than Viking-like qualities.

"You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe…"

Gobber picks up a Bola from a nearby desk and holds it in front of hiccup as he finishes his rant.

"You can't even throw one of these!"

A passing Viking grabs the Bola and throws it at a Dragon that was about to make off with a Yak, effectively tying it up and keeping it from flying off.

"Okay fine, but…"

Hiccup closes his eyes and outstretches his hand. Gobber watches with slight amazement at how he seems to be levitating a Bola with nothing more than his mind. Something NO VIKING in recorded history has ever managed to do.

"The Force will help me throw it." Hiccup states.

However, the moment was short lived as an explosion from behind startles Hiccup into throwing the Bola too early. This made him hit a Viking that had come to the stall to get his Axe sharpened.

"ARGH!" he yelled as he went down.

"See? Now this right here is what I'm talking about!" Gobber exclaimed.

"The explosion startled me! All I have to do is…"

Hiccup began to levitate another Bola, causing Gobber to panic a little before he started scolding Hiccup again.

"Don't shoot! Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight Dragons, you need to stop all…" Gobber gestured to all of Hiccup. "...This."

"But… you just pointed to all of me." Hiccup said, feeling a little miffed.

"Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you." Gobber said.

"Ohhhh…" growled Hiccup.

"Ohhhhh… yes." Gobber playfully growled back, like how one's father would.

"You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw… Jediness contained. There WILL be consequences!" Hiccup declared dramatically, clipping his 'laser sword' back to his belt.

Gobber didn't seem all that bothered by this threat as he tossed Hiccup a sword, which he caught with relative ease even though he needed to hold it with both hands.

"I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now."

Hiccup quickly moved over to a grinder and began to sharpen the edges of the blade he was working with. But his mind was not entirely on his work.

'One day I'll get out there. Because killing a Dragon is everything around here, although I sorely wish it wasn't.'

You see, unlike everyone else in Berk, Hiccup didn't want to kill Dragons. He was trying to find a peaceful solution to ending the war between the Vikings and the Dragons. But while he's thinking of doing that, he's going over several of the Dragons that invade Berk. One of them is a bipedal dragon with wings for arms that scared off a flock of seagulls as it landed near a storehouse.

'A Nadder is enough to get a young Viking at least noticed around here.'

The Nadder climbed up to the roof of the house and began ripping it apart and sending sheep scattering to find cover. Elsewhere, a few hippo-like Dragons called Gronkles are seen plucking fish from drying racks before flying off with their catch like some sort of reptilian pelicans.

'Gronckles are tough. Killing one of them would at least get Snotlout or Tuffnut a girlfriend if they lived.'

A snake-like Dragon head slithers its way to a storehouse and begins to fill it with green colored gas that it exhales from its mouth.

'A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status to most Berkians.'

A second head pokes through the door and ignites the gas with a spark from its mouth, causing the whole thing to go up in an explosion of fire. The two heads fly through the fire and smoke to reveal that the two heads are attached to one body. Kind of like siamese twins. It flies past Stoick as he got to the top of the catapult tower.

"They found the sheep!" yelled the catapult operator.

"Concentrate fire over the lower bank!" Stoick ordered, having to yell over the utter pandemonium of the raid.

The operators of the catapults take aim at some Dragons before their leader gives the command.

"Fire!"

Rocks are lobed at a few flying Nadders… just as a huge red Dragon whips past, shooting the base of the catapult with sticky fire. This fire is likely formed from Kerosene Gel.

'And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.'

The huge Dragon emerges from the flames, climbing the catapult with a leering, toothy grin. If one were to ever come face to face with this baby, they'd definitely understand why they call it a Monstrous Nightmare.

Seeing the danger he and his men were in due to this flaming beast, Stoick grabbed his hammer and ordered his men to leave.

"Reload! I'll take care of this."

And so, Stoick the Vast begins to take on the Nightmare face to face. And by that, I mean he's practically slapping it silly using a war hammer.

Suddenly, a loud ballistic moaning streaks overhead, causing the catapult crew to duck at the sound. Within the blacksmith stall, Hiccup stops working as he too hears the sound of the one creature said to be a legend among the Vikings.

'But the ultimate prize to these Vikings is the Dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the-'

"NIGHT FURY! GET DOWN!" yelled a Viking.

Vikings everywhere try to take shelter as they tried to predict where the attack would hit. The moaning steadily gets louder and louder as the Night Fury gets closer and closer. At the catapult where Stoick and the Nightmare were doing battle, the Dragon suddenly stops fighting and takes flight as it tries to get away.

Stoick looks skyward and comes to a startling realization. Luckily, his instincts are sharp, and his reflexes are sharper.

"JUMP!" he shouts frantically.

He and the other Viking men working on the catapult get out of the way just in the nick of time as a purple energy blast hits the catapult, causing it to explode as though it were hit by an artillery shell.

'This thing never steals food, never shows itself and…'

The smoke clears, revealing the smoldering remains of what was once the catapult.

'...Never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. And I intend to keep it that way, because the Force tells me to do so. It speaks to me.'

In the stall, Gobber quickly trades his hammer for an axe. After making sure that it's secure, he runs out of the Blacksmith stall.

"Man the fort, Hiccup! They need me out there!" Gobber ordered.

Before he left, he quickly turned around and gave Hiccup some final orders.

"Stay. Put. There." upon seeing Hiccup's face, he adds "You know what I mean."

Gobber unleashed a war cry as he ran into the fray, completely oblivious to the look on Hiccup's face. Not even bothering to grab his 'laser sword', Hiccup ran out into the fray. He ignored all of the warnings from the other Vikings as they tried to grab him and get him back in the forge.

"Hiccup, where are you going?!" cried one Viking.

"Get back here!" shouted a Viking woman.

"Sorry, but there's something important that I need to do!" was Hiccup's response.

On one of the houses below, Nadders have cornered a flock of sheep, ready to pounce on them. These particular Nadders are lead by a male Nadder who is primarily orange and pale green in his color combination, with some light blue on his nose and legs.

But before the Nadders could pounce, Stoick appears in time to save the sheep by throwing fishnets over the Dragons. The surprised Nadders are easily caught as Stoick and his men rush in. One of the Nadders manages to get it's head freed from the net by shooting a burst of its Magnesium flame. However, Stoick is quick to hold its jaw shut.

"Mind yourselves! The devils still have some juice in them." Stoick warned.

Back up on the upper plain, Hiccup manages to make it to the cliffside where he gets on his knees and begins to meditate. Peaceful orchestra music begins to play in the background as he is surrounded by an aura of calming light. It's always come easy to Hiccup, meditation. Whenever he felt down or when Snotlout and the twins' bullying became too much for him to handle, he would just meditate on the Light Side of the Force and expel his negative feelings without lashing out.

There were exceptions to this, sometimes, as he would then take the time to practice his swordsmanship skills out in the forest and keep his abilities sharp. But I'm getting off topic here.

Hiccup reached out with the Force and tried to find the Force Signature of the Night Fury, hoping to communicate with it telepathically in order to try and meet it in person. When he felt a pull that felt different from all of the other Dragons, Hiccup reached out and grabbed onto it.

"Hello? Night Fury, can you hear me?" Hiccup telepathically asked.

"What the?! Who is this? Who are you? What do you want?" asked a male voice that sounded around his age.

"Easy, friend. My name is Hiccup. I'm a Jedi Padawan that lives among these people. I mean you no harm."

Despite his reassurances, the Night Fury didn't believe the young man for a second. If anything, he just grew more and more suspicious. After all, when's the last time a human was able to speak to a Dragon through their mind?

"Yeah right! You don't fool me for a second, human! That's exactly what all humans say right before they try to slit your throat and make you choke on your own blood! Why should I trust anything you have to say? Besides, for all I know, I'm the very last of my kind and none of the other Dragons like me, even though I'm a member of their nest. You don't know anything about being an outcast among your own people!" he argued.

Hiccup mentally flinched at the amount of venom the Dragon put into the word 'human'. It definitely showed his apparent distaste for the Vikings. Not that he blamed the Night Fury. But he found himself sighing in depression at the Dragon saying how he knew nothing of what it was like to be an outcast amongst your own kind.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

"Yes I do. That's every day of my life." Hiccup mentally stated.

He could sense the Dragon beginning to regret what he'd said.

"It is…?"

"And that's why I want to meet you. Okay? I just want to stop all of this meaningless bloodshed between the Vikings and the Dragons, but I can't do it alone! I need your help to learn how to stop this meaningless war! Please… help me show them there IS a way to peace!" Hiccup begged.

For a moment, there was no response from the Dragon. Hiccup briefly thought about cutting the connection, thinking that the Dragon had silently declined his plea for help. But he was surprised to hear something he didn't think he'd ever hear.

"Meet me at Raven's Point. I will speak to you there."

Hiccup's eyes snapped open as he looked towards the horizon. He could see a faint outline of a Dragon that he knew to be the Night Fury descending down towards the forest in Raven's Point. Hiccup smiled and bolted to his feet.

"Yes…! Yes, I did it! I spoke with a Dragon and get to meet him! Oh, did anybody see that?" Hiccup exclaimed.

Only to come face to face with a grinning Monstrous Nightmare with purple and yellow scales.

"Except for you." Hiccup said dryly.

*To Be Continued…*

*Think about the blades that appeared on Lightsabers in Star Wars Rebels. The blade of Hiccup's Lightsaber looks like that.*

*The music is basically the song from Star Wars called "The Force" from Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope.*

Well, that's it for this chapter. But tune in next time for more on this story and tell me in the reviews what kind of Dragons you'd like me to give to the characters listed below and why. Here they are.

Riders In Need Of Dragons...

Count Dooku

Ahsoka Tano

Anakin Skywalker.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Mace Windu

Barriss Offee