GROUND DRAGONS

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DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything The fanfiction is just Adopted The Httyd Franchise and Books belongs to Dreamscape and Cressida Cowell.

'Thoughts'

"Speeches"

"Aliens/Supervillains"

{Telepathy}

"Yelling and Exclamation!"

"Whispering and Silent Yelling!"

"~{Communication}~"

[Scripts]

( Flashback )

🎶Singing🎶

"-( Foreign Language )-"

"OC"

{Announcement/Narrator}

CHAPTER 10. Ground Dragons.

[Hiccup pulls out Inferno and cuts the net off of Stormfly.]

ASTRID: Stormfly! C'mon, go! Go!

[Astrid barely manages to escape on Stormfly, with Toothless and Hiccup following ]

ERET: YOU WILL NEVER HOLD ON TO THOSE DRAGONS, YOU HEAR ME?! DRAGO IS COMING FOR THEM ALL!

Even though they won, the atmosphere in the room was still a bit tense. This Drago guy sounded like a real piece of work. Dragon army with a madman in charge of it? No good.

[Scene changes to Berk. The rest of the teens are flying around.]

FISHLEGS: Come on, Meatlug! Woohoo!

RUFFNUT: Yahoo!

[Snotlout flies near Gothi's hut, scaring her Terrible Terrors. Once they land he flies past again.]

[Gothi grunts and shakes her fist at them]

Gothi looked a bit pleased that she was still there, 5 years later. She was not worried about her health, rather than the teens who would often prank her. Those stupid twins and annoying son of Spitelout were a real menace to deal with. And she had a few Terrible Terrors with her as well!

This scene also helped most of the Vikings forget what happened before, and hope something good would happen. Plus, they might see themselves there!

SNOTLOUT: Ha-ha.

STOICK: *To a villager.* Hey, how are you?

STOICK: *To another villager.* Beautiful day.

STOICK: *To Spitelout.* Hello, Spitelout, great game today.

"What happened, Spitelout?" Gobber asked, and Spitelout inwardly groaned, knowing nothing good was coming out of the blacksmith's mouth. "Disappointed to see your clan lose? Again?"

While Spitelout decided not to answer, Snotlout looked a bit downcast. After all, he lost the race. And even if he did not want to listen to his father anymore, his dad still taught him everything he knows. He hoped to repay him somehow.

[Stoick nearly bumps into another villager]

STOICK: Oh, sorry, Mrs. Ack.

[Gobber, with a mask, is at his smithy doing dentist work on a Zippleback]

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