And now it's time to start the second part of the Dragon Trainer, Dragon Speaker series. I hope it measures up to the standard I set for it in the first part. Please review at the end and tell me what you think about it.

For six weeks, the dragon trainers and other Vikings prepared to aid Scotland against the Death. Hiccup spent a better part of his free time in his room or at the forge.

"Done," he announced, holding up to inspect a thin bladed short sword.

"Glad to hear," came a rich, smooth voice said at the entrance to the forge. The voice did not match the rough looking appearance of the boy that it came from. He was taller than Hiccup, but thin like him with deathly pale skin, dark, messy hair, and pure blue eyes. His clothes were made out of blue and black dragon scales.

"Grim," Hiccup addressed his adoptive brother.

A few months ago, Hiccup and Toothless had been kidnapped by Alvin and met Grim and his dragon, Deathshriek, a Baleful Banshee. It didn't take long for Hiccup and Grim to become friends and Stoick offered Grim to be his adoptive son. The teen had been living on an island inhabited only by dragons after his tribe banished him for having a dragon for a friend two years ago. While there, Grim was forced to learn how to speak to dragons and could carry on a conversation with any dragon. Grim also learned how to turn shed dragon scales into clothing. It was how he made his keep on Berk and traded with Trader Johann. Despite his thin frame, Grim was very strong, able to wrestle a full-grown Viking into submission.

"It's beautiful," Grim commented on the Hiccup's new blade.

"Thanks," said Hiccup. "Did you need the forge?"

"No," replied Grim. "Can we talk? I would like a human's advice."

"Sure," said Hiccup. "Why not talk to Dad though? Or Gobber?"

"Because you're the only one who knows this side of me, brother," said Grim.

Hiccup knew what he was talking about. Grim wasn't a Viking by blood.

"Let's get our dragons," said Hiccup. "We'll go to the cove and talk there."

Grim nodded. He turned and lifted his head to the sky. He let out a distinct roar and Hiccup knew he was calling for Deathshriek. Grim also let out a Night Fury call, not a very loud one knowing that Toothless and Hiccup were never far apart.

Toothless bounded up to Grim. "Hello, Grim. Hiccup!" Toothless saw his favorite human come out to him.

Grim chuckled as Toothless ran up to Hiccup. He heard the sound of wings flapping and a tenor roar. A dark blue and black dragon a little large than Toothless landed in front of Grim. Its face was covered in blue and black markings. Slightly slanted eyes were almost the same shade of blue as Grim's. Unlike other dragons, this one did not have a saddle of any sort.

"Deathshriek."

Deathshriek warbled.

Grim climbed onto Deathshriek's back and they took to the sky. Hiccup and Toothless followed. The two dragons left their riders at the cove.

Hiccup waited for Grim to tell him what was wrong. He found that if Grim didn't want to talk, he wouldn't and would hide with the dragons instead of coming home at night.

"I'm concerned about going to Scotland," said Grim. "I wonder if I will know someone there from my past life."

"What are the chances?" asked Hiccup.

"Decent," said Grim. "I was the prince of Ireland. I was around kings and chiefs of other kingdoms and tribes."

"That doesn't mean they'll recognize you," Hiccup pointed out.

Grim smiled. "True. Two years ago I could hunt a stag with a bow and arrow. Now I can chase one down if I ever need to."

"And they don't know your new name," said Hiccup. "I don't know your real name."

"Grim Frosti is my name now. The dragons named me. I cut all ties with Ireland when they banished me."

Hiccup nodded in understanding. "Do you want to tell Dad about this yet?"

"I don't want anyone to know," said Grim. "You're my brother and I told you in confidence."

Toothless looked at Deathshriek. "Do you think Grim will be okay?"

"Grim has always been sore when it comes to the Celts," said Deathshriek. "This is painful for him."

"Why does he do this?"

"He is not doing this for the Celts, but for the dragons," said Deathshriek.

"Are you ready for this, Hiccup?" Grim asked.

Hiccup took a deep breath. "I'm ready."

They heard a horn sound.

"There's a docking ship," said Hiccup. "Let's go!"

Everyone raced to the docks to see the ship come in. It was not a very large one and it was not flying Viking colors. Instead a white flag flew from its mast.

Hiccup ran to his father while Grim went to the other dragon trainers.

"What's happening?" Grim asked Astrid.

"We don't know," Astrid replied. "This ship came in flying a white flag."

"Scottish." Grim moved to Hiccup and Stoick. "Our answer has come."

Stoick walked to the end of the dock with Gobber. Behind them were Hiccup and Grim.

A man stepped off the ship and onto the dock. He wore a plaid kilt and a shirt.

"I wish to speak to the chief of Berk," he said with a heavy Scottish accent.

"I am Stoick the Vast," Stoick said proudly.

"His highness, the King of Scotland, has sent a call for aid to help rid Scotland of the dragons," the Scotsman said. "The Vikings of Berk have answered and have permission to set foot on Scotland. The King and Queen request for you to come to Castle Dunbroch and be treated as their guests."

"We accept," said Stoick.

"They ask you come as quickly as you can," the Scotsman continued.

Stoick turned to Grim. "How long did it take you to reach Scotland?"

"At a steady pace and on a good wind, a day and half a night," replied Grim.

The Scotsman frowned.

Stoick turned to the people on the cliffs. "Riders! Prepare for battle!" he boomed.

Merida looked outside her window. Her mother had forbidden her from riding Angus until the dragon raids were over. Her father had backed up the decision as well.

Merida thought she could do something. She was the best archer in Scotland. She should be able to fight these beasts.

She went down to the dining hall for lunch. Her parents and the triplets were waiting for her.

"The lords are sending their warriors," Elinor said. "And we await the Vikings of Berk."

"Vikings?" cried Merida. "After all they have done to us? You're letting Vikings come to Dunbroch? Are you mad?"

"Easy, lass," said Fergus.

"The Vikings of Berk have never raided Scotland," said Elinor. "And the stories are they had dragon problems of their own. They can help us."

"We'll see," hissed Merida.

"The lords should be here tomorrow," said Elinor added.

"We don't have much of a choice, Merida," said Fergus.

Merida sulked.

"It will take some time for the Vikings to arrive," Elinor said. "I don't expect them here for another week. It gives us plenty of time to inform the other clans and prepare for their arrival."

"Fine," Merida said.

Merida finished her lunch and went to the hobby room. She stared at the tapestry her mother was working on. It was of Merida and her mother as a bear fighting Mor'du.

"Merida," Elinor said. "I know you don't want the Vikings here, but this is the only solution."

"Did you have to invite our enemies to our home?" Merida blurted out.

Elinor sighed. "I don't expect you to understand. Sometimes, we have to turn to our enemies for help. These Berk Vikings have experience fighting dragons. The stories run rampant with the traders. One speaks of a dragon conqueror on Berk."

"You're hoping to have his help," Merida said.

Elinor nodded. "Yes. You should be on your best behavior when they arrive."

"Mum, I'm not marrying a Viking," Merida quickly said.

Elinor laughed. "I would never dream such a thing."

"Yeah, right," muttered Merida.

Elinor hugged her daughter.

I know this isn't a very long chapter, but if I kept going, I wouldn't have found a proper stopping place until possibly half way through the story. Any of you who are expecting a Merida/Hiccup pairing, sorry. Also, to the person who was concerned about Grim sounding like a Gary Stu at some parts, as the series goes on, you're going to see Grim's abilities aren't always going to save him. Review.