The Outcast

He's Back

My father always prioritized his fishing lanes. He always boasted about the straights of Odin bringing the biggest fish or the most fish. Now it was time to claim the straights of Odin both for the food and to strike at Stoick. At my back were a dozen dragons. A mix of mostly Gronckles but also some Deadly Nadders, and some Monsterous Nightmares.

The seas weren't any safer as the seas below us had Scaldrons and Thunderdrums following us. It was ironic, it was a Scaldron that gave us our scares now we command dozens of them. They patrol the seas around Dragon Island and gather our food. Now they'll unleash their scalding water on the fishers of Berk.

Ahead of us were three fishing ships, each carrying no more than eight Vikings and maybe a couple swords. On either side was a Berkian warship, these ones carry twenty Viking most each with a large armament of weapons. It was odd to see warships with fishing ships, father-not father! Stoick most be having trouble with his neighbors.

"Ok pal, let's take these guys out. We'll start with the left warship." He said.

Shooting ahead Toothless climbed into the sky before angling back down and diving down towards the ship. Firing a powerful blast into the ships center and veering away the alarm was sounded. Bodies and limbs floated through the water as survivors attempted to swim to another ship. None made it as one by one they were all plucked below the waves with bubbles taking their place and then a red puddle. One of the fishing boats was flipped, it seemed something had snagged its fishing net and yanked it.

Arrows began to fly from the other warships as the men and women aboard began firing their crossbows. It was hilarious they thought they could win, their spirits seemed to rise when they shot down a Monstrous Nightmare. The hope however was short lasted as a Scaldron rose from the sea blasting five of the Vikings aboard, boiling them alive. A Thunderdrum struck the side of the ship before flying out of the water and hitting them with a loud thunderous roar. Many dropped their weapons and held the sides of their helmets that now had red flowing from underneath.

One of the fishing boats was attempting to flee, unseen by the other dragons Hiccup left to chase after it. The eight Vikings aboard began throwing anything they had but it was nothing harmful. Toothless put a sizzling hole through the sail severely slowing how fast the ship could go now. The two landed aboard the fishing boat allowing Hiccup to step off in his black armor that gleamed in the sun.

"One of you gets to live." Hiccup said, his voice deep and muffled through the helmet. "The rest of you will die."

"Who are you!?" One of them demanded.

"The one you've forgotten. I am your doom." Hiccup replied as he drew his sword.

Pushing a button, a flame crept across his blade. The big Vikings seemed to shake in their boots at the sight. One even through himself overboard and began swimming to a nearby sea stack.

"Now, who wants to die?" Hiccup asked.

**Stoick's POV**
"Gobber! Where are those weapons I asked for?" Stoick shouted.

"In the works Stoick." Gobber replied.

"Good. The Beserkers and Outcast have made an alliance and are twice our size." Stoick explained.

"We'll be ready for them Stoick." Gobber boasted.

"Chief! Chief!" Someone yelled.

Both Stoick and Gobber turned to find Spikelout helping a wounded sailor to them. His shoulder and lips were bleeding. He looked like he was barely clinging to life as blood stained his beard.

"What happened to you!?" Stoick asked.

"He's back..." The sailor said before drawing his last breath and collapsing.