Stoick's POV

Five years. That's how long it's been five long years since Hiccup left. To this day I regret not paying more attention to him. He would be twenty now, almost ready to pick a wife and lead the tribe as chief. Yes, he made mistakes, but he could and would have grown out of that phase. And there's the fact that I have no idea where he went. Did he leave or get kidnapped or is he dead, picked off by some wild dragon that left no clues to his death.

What did I do to deserve this? Did I offend the gods in a past life or something? I don't think I deserved to have my family, the one thing I care about the most even though I may not show it, stolen away from me. But that was all in the past. I need to focus on now with the tribe.

There haven't been and major dragon raids in years. Around the time that… about five years ago they just stopped. Sure we still have some exceptions, but those mostly just steal a sheep or two and they're always alone.

But there are always problems to be dealt with. The Outcasts have been seen offshore lately as if they were preparing an attack. Why now I have no idea. The Hooligan tribe is at a peak of strength without the weekly dragon attack, but it's better to stay on the safe side.

Oh there's Gobber. Probably wanting to tell me to get off my lazy ass and start the day. Which I will happily do. Because this village is mine. And a chief protects its own.

Third Person POV

Somewhere off in the forest around midnight, an amber colored dragon with four wings poked its rider.

"Not yet Cloudjumper. We will wait until morning and then ask for help. Can't have them thinking we are attacking," said Valka.

Cloudjumper gave a look that clear said, "Like they could take me."

"Oh I'm sure you could, but we need their help. And we need to warn them. Without their help we may lose our only shot at getting Hiccup back."

The dragon looked sad at that remembering the boy with the funny hair that always smelt like a Night Fury and gave him fish.

"I know you miss him, but you can't be more worried than me. Oh why did he have to go and try to take him on. If he was here, then he could reason with Berk. More than I can."

Cloudjumper looked at her again, hoping to inspire some courage and self-confidence in her.

"Yes, I know I can get Stoick in on our plan once we tell him what happened to Hiccup, hopefully. It's the rest of Berk I'm worried about. They're Vikings, stubborn the lot of them. Even if they get over the fact that they were wrong about dragons, they won't take kindly to me telling them to prepare for war over something that isn't really connected to them."

Cloudjumper gave her a look again, telling her she was over thinking, again.

"Yes, you're right. I just wish Hiccup was with us. Without him, we may not even stand a chance."

They looked down at the village hoping that dawn would come faster.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am the line-break of DEATH, fear me!~~~~~~~~~~

Third Person POV

The island of Berk was at peace. Well it was peaceful to them. There were no pirates or Outcasts or even any raids from their most fearful enemies, the dragons. This peace could be felt throughout the village. Vikings were actually doing things other than fighting for once. Though that didn't last for a while.

"OW! Okay Astrid you win, you win. Just stop that OWWW! What did I do?" yelled Snotlout in terror while being pinned underneath Astrid.

"That's for hitting on me, again. I don't like repeating myself: the answer is no I will not go out with you," responded Astrid who thought that a punch to the arm was considered communication.

"Yes, but you're my princess," said Snotlout.

"Ugh, I am no one's princess!" yelled Astrid who then kicked Snotlout and left.

Then teens were experiencing a typical day on Berk. Snotlout being a jerk, the twins off doing who knows what (or maybe just hiding in their wet-soggy-place), and Fishlegs charting different facts about dragons. After Hiccup left, Berk was without an heir. So it was generally "accepted" that Snotlout, being the closest relation would become the next chief. Something that only he was excited about.

It was a very clear day, a day that the lookouts could see for miles around. Their job was to spy threats in time to call an alarm. It was generally a boring job. Until one saw a largish speck coming to the island at a break-neck speed. The speck kind of looked like a…

"DRAGON!" yelled the lookouts.

Everyone scrambled to their raid positions expecting the worst. The teens, not really having the need in the past to fight, looked excited. Except for maybe Astrid who looked a little distracted. The Vikings took pride in their ability for preparedness.

"Everyone hold together, we will make sure that our village is protected," stated Stoick.

"What is it? It only looks like a single dragon with an abnormal bump on it," asked Gobber.

"That's no bump, Gobber. It looks like a person," said Stoick, completely confused as to who would turn traitor to their race.

The rider on top of the dragon, which appeared to have four wings, pulled out a large white cloth and placed it on the tip of her staff. The Vikings of Berk were even more confused. The rider of their old enemy asking for a peaceful meeting? Completely unheard of. Well so was riding a dragon in the first place.

"It looks like a trick. The beast will land and then the rider will start destroying the town. We can't take this risk. I mean look at the size of the devil," said Spitelout.

"I agree brother, but even so the village has enough able hands to take out the beast. We will be at the ready," said Stoick, "Let it land, but be on your guard we have no clue of the trickery involved here."

The dragon with the flattened face landed in the middle of the square with Vikings all around it. Its only escape was to take flight into the air straight above it. The rider, a tall and lean figure, got down gracefully as if it were of the same species as its mount. It wore a colorful mask with horns crowning the top and thin eye slits. The rest of the armor and its shield were of similar material. It also carried a long staff with decorations that appeared to be dragons. At its top were small rattles and a long hook, making the tool seem odd. Overall the rider appeared frightful as well as foreign, an unlikable combination to the Vikings.

The rider came to a stop in front of its mount. It seemed to look around for a figure of authority. Finding Stoick it stopped its head.

"I come in peace and mean no harm. I am here to warn you all of a great danger approaching. You all need to prepare," she, now that the gender was known, said in hushed voice.

"Why should we listen to you," asked Spitelout, "What is this supposed danger that threatens us Vikings? Is it dragons because if it is, then you are on the wrong side," he finished with a vengeance, making a jabbing motion at the dragon. The dragon just looked on with appeared boredom.

"This threat is a threat everyone's way of life, both human and dragon," said the rider, "This man has an army of untold power and is looking for total domination. And without support between the species, he has already won. You must listen and end the feud between Viking and dragon."

Everyone then laughed because who could possibly end a three-hundred year war. The entire tribe looked at the rider and figured that she was crazy. Well everyone except a blonde shield-maiden who had a nervous feeling about her.

"Us team up with dragons. That's delusional. Just because you turned traitor to your kind doesn't mean we will. They are and always will be monsters," stated Spitelout with a look of incredibility.

"They aren't monsters. They are living beings with beautiful personalities and potential. Just because you can't see that doesn't mean anyone else can't," responded the rider with force. She turn to here mount looking into its eyes. "Once you form a bond with one of them, they will protect you and vice visa."

They then took a closer look at the owl-faced dragon. It really was a large creature with its smashed-in face, four wings, and amber coloring. Stoick started to think where had he seen that creature before.

"Look lady, it may work for you but not for us. They have caused too much trouble in the past," said Gobber.

"When was the last time you had a dragon raid though. They aren't aggressive creatures generally and don't usually attack without cause. And I'm not asking you to just start liking them, just give a chance so you both survive. This upcoming war."

"Okay you keep mentioning a threat coming for us. How do you know we are in danger. There are plenty of other island around that this "threat" could attack. By that time we can prepare ourselves," said Stoick still contemplating the familiar dragon.

"He comes from the north and as the most northern island, you are in the direct path of his wrath. And you Stoick have met him before. He remembers you. As to how I know, he has just recently attack my home, the dragon sanctuary, and claimed it as his own. He has personally faulted me and I will not stop until he is dead and his forces gone."

Stoick started thinking fast. What enemy of his was either still alive or had enough power to completely destroy a dragon nest. He came up a blank.

"I cannot recall any enemy of mine that is that powerful. And what did he do to you that is so personal. It just can't be your home. You look like someone who could adapt easily," asked Stoick.

The rider turned slightly as if she could stop the memories of that faithful day. "It was horrible, that day. He attack by surprise. If you must know now, he has an army of dragons under his control by being in control of an Alpha dragon, a dragon so large and powerful that most other dragons will follow its will and it could stomp on the Great Hall and wonder what it stepped on. His armies destroyed the sanctuary and killed the good Alpha inside. But as to what's so personal, he took my son."

"There's more of you," yelled out Spitelout though no one listened.

"Yes, but only him," said the rider, "he tried to reason with him. Once that didn't won't they turned to fighting. Without his Night Fury as backup, who had be injured before trying to stop the Alpha from fighting, he stood no chance against him. He took him stating that he will find out all the secrets of dragons from him. He's gone now and I never said good-bye," finished the rider. Most everyone in the crowd bowed their heads a little, but Astrid looked completely terrified.

"So who is this man then?" asked Stoick.

"His name is Drago Bludfist," responded the rider. Stoick stood completely still. He had forgotten the horrible clan meeting that ended in ruin.

"That madman has a dragon army!" he yelled stunning the crowd.

"You can't possibly believe this thing," said Spitelout, "she is obviously just trying to get your attention."

"Well it worked, Drago Bludfist is a madman who kills without reason and even if it is just a rumor of him attacking I'm not taking any chances." He turned and looked at the rider. "We won't stop the feud with the dragons, but we will band together as Vikings to stop the madman."

"Thank you for listening to reason. I know how it feels to lose loved ones, but still just give dragons a chance," said the rider but it was the wrong thing to say. Stoick then turned around looking at the dragon remembering that night.

"It can't be," he said. But the dragon looked exactly the same as it had before. He turned to the rider with anger in his eyes. "That's the dragon that took my wife and probably my son to finish the job. It has taken my family away and now I will get revenge."

It was if the previous conversation didn't happened. All the Vikings took threatening poses and looked at the dragon who was doing the same.

"No stop!" cried the rider. But no one listened. They only had eyes for the monster that had caused their chief so much suffering. But Stoick did look at the rider.

"Were you in on it as well? Did you kill my family? How can I know that anything you said was even true? The only threat I see here is you and that devil. I'll deal with you first if you don't stand aside." But the rider only looked at him as if to say both sorry and that she knew this would happen. She made to grab her staff, but Stoick got there before her, kicking her aside to the ground. He pointed his sword at her neck and said, "But before I kill I will look at the face of the one who took everything from me."

She tried to squirm away from his grip on her helmet but couldn't stop him from revealing her face to the crowd. She closed her eyes as a hush went around.

For the second time Stoick said, "It can't be, it's not possible." But it was and Valka looked at her husband with tears in her eyes begging for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry but what could I do. No one would listen to me. We shouldn't have to kill dragons. When I was taken that night, I didn't try and escape because I knew Cloudjumper wouldn't hurt me. And you Vikings weren't going to change anytime soon. So I left you and Hiccup and made a new life. And then I had to come here and warn you of Drago because he found out my heritage and already had your death planned and I was so worried about coming back here because what was going to be your reaction and you weren't suppose to find out about me. Now say something. Yell at me! Tell me how I shouldn't have stayed away and how I'm a horrible mother and how you won't change your feelings about dragons because they supposedly killed your family " yelled Valka all in one breathe.

Stoick, still somewhat confused at the sight of his wife, looked at her with relief in his eyes. "You're as beautiful as the day I lost you," he whispered. Valka closed her eyes in relief.

The rest of the village couldn't believe their eyes, one of their own could get along with dragons. Some started changing their views right then. But one did make the connection.

"Wait, yer said that your son was taken by Drago as his prisoner to find out all of his secrets right? And that's what made the fight personal right?" asked Gobber. Valka just closed her eyes and nodded. "Yes," she whispered.

"What?" asked Stoick finally catching on along with the rest of Berk. "What did Drago do?"

"I found him about five years ago with that Night Fury he called Toothless. He could do incredible things for both dragons and people and Drago took an interest in that," she said softly with tears in her eyes. "So yes to what you all are thinking. He took my Hiccup and I don't think I will get him back."