A/N: Hey, so after this is the last. I tried hard to twist this up, you know writing battle scenes isn't my area of expertise. Enjoy

-Hina714, as much as I love mpregs, I don't put them unless I can give a good explanation. I mean, they're still guys after all. I only managed to make Slumber mpreg cause Jack is a winter spirit, so I just made up information that Spirits can produce offsprings gender aside. Why? Have you wanted this to turn out the same way? Well, I can tell for certain that if I did a THE CRIPPLED DRAKE sequel, (key word is IF) then yes there would be mpreg. If you have an account, you can vote on the poll for it. Also, if the Crippled Drake did win over, I'm planning to make the protagonist of the new movie BIG HERO SIX (did I get the title right?). Because there's a likeness of that kid to little Hiccup.

-Disneyismylife, It's flattering that you like this story so much to re-read it three times. (front to back? What do you mean?) Thanks for the support.

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Conflict

Darkness. That's the first thing Jack registered. It was dark, and it was cold, and he was scared. It was the first time he really couldn't handle the cold. But seeing as they were buried in a mountain of snow that was a given.

"J-Jack?"

"Hiccup, where are you?" Jack flailed in the darkness, trying to feel for something humanoid, to feel for Hiccup.

Somehow, it didn't occur to him he was able to move loosely despite being supposedly encased in an avalanche.

"I-I'm ri-right her-ear-here... Ja-ha-ck, I'm-mm c-cold..."

"Come here, follow the sound of my voice." Jack answered, his arms still stretched out until he finally felt what seemed to be Hiccup's arm. He gripped on to it and guided Hiccup towards him. Soon, he felt Hiccup's arms clutching on to him for dear life-or warmth-and Jack took hold of his cloak and wrapped it around himself and the younger male. "Better?"

"A-a bit... Jack, what a-are we g-going to do?"

"I don't know," Jack bit his lip. "let me think for a-"

His sentence was cut off when a flash of blue lit up for a moment. And in the next second, the snow was giving way, melting, and the two boys were in the clear, seeing the light of day. Jack blinked as he saw the only one who could've caused this.

"I thought you breathed out ice?" Jack said, as the dragon turned its head towards him. It bent its long neck lower to nuzzle the white-haired teen's chest fondly. Jack smiled, petting the dragon.

Hiccup cocked his head, noticing how the dragon's wings were quite wide, as if it could form a tent if it wanted to, and they were spreaded out above Jack and himself. He figured that was probably the cause as to why they were still able to move freely while encased in snow. The Dragon protected them.

The brunette reached out, stroking the dragon as well. "Thank you for helping us." he said, before turning to Jack. "Where did you meet this Fiery Coldbreath?"

"Fi-what?" Jack stared blankly.

"Fiery coldbreath." Hiccup repeated. "they're a rarity. Apparently, these guys can either create a misty vapor or gas, so they can breathe out either flames or ice. Although they usually go for ice, that's the coldbreath part."

"Figured that one out, did you know they also like fetching sticks?"

"Huh?"

"Nevermind," Jack dismissed, he dropped his hand from the dragon. Disappointed, the dragon pushed his head through Jack's arm. The teen didn't seem to mind. "Hiccup, what are we going to do now?"

Hiccup took on a serious expression. "We have to get back to Berk quick, I don't even want to think about how much time we lost under that avalanche." he said. "That gigantic Dragon was a Bewilderbeast, and it can manipulate the other dragons. If we don't stop Pitch, Berk will be runned to the ground before we can fix this division issue."

"How are we gonna get there though? We obviously can't go back the same way we got here." Jack pointed out. "unless you're suggesting we fly there."

Hiccup stared at Jack as if he grew a second head. "Seriously?" He couldn't help the smirk on his face. "Man, you really haven't been in Berk long enough."

"Huh?" Jack raised a brow, wondering why Hiccup chose to point that out only now. When suddenly, something went under his legs, and he yelped, grasping for whatever it was, when he realized he was suddenly on the blue dragon's back. He blinked in realization. "Ohhh... I'm such an idiot."

Hiccup chuckled, mounting on to the Fiery Coldbreath and wrapped his arms around Jack's midsection. "Yes, yes you are. But you're my idiot, so I guess it's okay."

"Damn right." Jack grinned, patting the dragon on its side. "Well, Frostbite, let's get going then!"

Hiccup narrowed his eyes, "Frostbite? Really, you're going with that?"

"Well, why no-" he trailed off as Frostbite launched to the skies, leaving a trail of white flurry as he soared. "OOOH YEAAAH! GO BABY!"

~o~

Stoick landed back to the front of the manor, the same time Valka had. Toothless took off once again as the parents rushed to each other earnestly, hoping for the best. They've been searching for Hiccup and haven't had a wink of sleep. It was close to dawn already and they still didn't have a clue as to where he was. As parents, they were very frazzled. As if things wasn't worse enough, it seemed like angry clouds were forming and a blizzard was coming.

Toothless was the most anxious, it seemed. Unlike humans, creatures were incline to giving in to instincts. While the parents were trying to still remain on a grip of things, as rational beings, creatures didn't have time to consider being rational. His rider was missing, and he was freaking. Being the fastest dragon of all, Toothless circled the island above fifty times already, always stopping at the village long enough to check if Hiccup was back. If not, he would go off again.

The last time he went, he didn't come back.

Valka trusted her boy wasn't weak or helpless, she never judged him by appearance after all. But her mother instincts were telling her it was time to be worried. Especially since the last time they saw him, his emotions were quite unstable from the grief of Jack's exile.

Stoick, of course, somehow expected this to happen. His son never made things easy, that was for certain. Still, he has yet to acknowledge his fault in the matter. He only did what any chief would've done, it was for the best, it was...

"Did you find any trace of him?"

Stoick's heart sank as soon as Valka asked this. He had no findings on his end, so he was hoping it would be different with Valka. But as it was, she probably had no leads as well.

"No. I'm beginning to wonder if he left Berk."

"But where would he go?'

Before Stoick could answer, Gobber came rushing in. "Stoick, Stoick! We-!"

"Did you find him?" Stoick interrupted earnestly. "or any trace at all?"

Gobber rubbed his neck. "er... no, but we found sumthing else..."

"Gobber, please, I don't have time for other issues. If it has nothing to do with my son's wherabouts, then you and North handle it." he huffed, aggravated.

Gobber argued. "It's might involve Hiccup. Stoick, your nephew, he wants to speak to you."

"What?" Stoick blinked, taken aback. Valka is equally surprised. "Snotlout?" As soon as he said this, Astrid and Eret waltz in with Snotlout between them, hands cuffed with bounds.

Valka followed up questioned. "What are you doing here?"

Snotlout huffed, blowing bangs off that were bugging his eyes. "Good question! Now let me ask one. See, there's this guy who had this brother..."

"Spitelout?" Stoick deadpanned, raising a brow. He could tell where this was going.

"Hey, don't interrupt. So, see, he may or may not be your brother, but he is my father..." Snotlout went on, and Gobber face-palmed, Astrid narrowed her eyes and Eret snickered at the idiocy of the boy for his poor attempt of being hypothetical. "now for the question, say, he had a family who stabbed him in the back, disregarding the fact they were family!" he spat.

Stoick grunted. "I had no choice, Snotlout. He turned against me first, and therefore, he got the punishment all ye rebels got." he said defensively.

"But he wasn't a rebel!" Snotlout fumbled through his pocket and pulled out a note. "I only found this now, but it's been written years ago. I was suppose to get it to you."

Gobber snatched the note and went over to hand it to Stoick, so that Snotlout wouldn't have to get nearer. They still had to be careful that the boy doesn't assasinate the chief. Not that he could, really. But it's not smart to underestimate the enemy.

Stoick took the note and read it.

Snotlout, I don't have much time. I need you to get this message to Stoick, it's

the only way I can think of so they could take you back. The only reason I had us

join Drago's cause was so I could play as a spy,I never expected to be dragged to

this accursed island by the Nightfury. Pitch is on to me, however. I may not live very

long. Hopefully, Pitch spares you since you're but a tyke now, and when he does, I hope

you find this letter and get yourself back to Berk.

May Odin be with you, my son

Stoick blinked, looking up to meet Snotlout's gaze, "Where did you find this letter?"

"We were suiting up, and I thought it was about time I deserved to wear dad's helmet." Snotlout shrugged. "it fell out."

Valka took the note and read it herself. "So, is this why you're here? Are you hoping that we take you back and give you a home?" she asked curiously. "Stoick mentioned you were part of the ambush that caused his recent injuries,"

"Not exactly, I don't really care at this point. I only showed you that to clear dad's name and so that you'd at least hear me out." Snotlout said. "Hiccup's in danger."

Both widened their eyes. "You know where Hiccup is?"

Before Snotlout could respond to that, there was a stir. Both Cloudjumper and Thronado looked entranced, raising their heads before suddenly flying out.

"Thornado?!"

"Oy Grump, where ya think you're going?!" Gobber hollered, flabbergasted as his dragon flew off, following after Cloudjumper and Thornado. It usually took a lot to get his dragon to fly off rather than nap.

Valka blinked. "Cloudjumper?"

"What the devil...?" Stoick scrunched up his brows.

North and Thiana came rushing in, looking frazzled as if carrying an urgent news.

"Sir! The Outcasts are on the attack." Thiana gasped. "and they're taking control of the dragons, like Drago had years ago!"

"They're heading this way fast, seems they mean war!"

Stoick scowled, grabbing a battle axe, and Valka did the same, getting her staff. "Thiana! Continue the search for Hiccup!" he appointed, knowing she was the best in scouting, Thiana saluted and rushed out. "North, let's assemble the rest of the Guardians."

"Wait Stoick," Gobber called his attention. "What are we gonna do with him?" he pointed to Snotlout.

Stoick stared at his nephew. "Snotlout, who's cause do you fight for now?"

"Huh?" Snotlout blinked, not expecting the question. "Uhh honestly, I haven't thought too far on that one."

Eret narrowed his eyes. "Doesn't seem like you gave much thought in anything." he said.

"Well, figure it out." Stoick took off, Valka following closely behind.

North finished the instruction. "Gobber, you lead him and rest of trainees as reinforcements if needed, keep close eye on him as well. Move! Now!"

~o~

The sun rises, but storm clouds were an overcast over the isle of Berk. The Guardians met with the enemies on the edge of the village, other non-guardians flanking their sides, seeing the spectacle. North's eyes widened at the sight of the gigantic Muddy Bewilderbeast. He didn't think he'd live to see a dragon that size, all their dragons circling around it.

The more horrifying scene was Pitch and the dragon he stood on... It was Toothless. North shook his head in dismay. "No."

Stoick gripped on his axe, glaring at Pitch overhead. In all honesty, without their dragons, that was the best he could do. Pitch had a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"It's over, Stoick! Your son is dead!" Pitch sneered, and the Chief and his wife widened their eyes in disbelief. The Berkians muttered among themselves, having trouble grasping the information. "Now it's your turn. I have dreamed of nothing else for years!"

Eret huffed. "Boy... does he need a hobby."

Snotlout frowned, was warning Jack all for nothing? He refused to believe that.

"Lies!" Stoick glowered "Last chance Pitch: Go home!"

Pitch's smirk just looks menacing, and he sneers down at Stoick and the Berkians. "I am home!"

Thunder cracks overhead, as if Thor was all for the fight. The outcasts get on their offensive battle formation.

"Attack!"

A/N: I apologize to those whom I said I'd get it out earlier. Anyway, next one is the last