Elsewhere, miles away, an airship flown by Deathgrippers arrived on a heavily guarded island, surrounded by fleets of ships in every size, decked out with every possible weapon.
"Archers!" A trapper called out at the sight.
The occupant of the airship casually steps foot and into the arena, flanked by two Deathgrippers that snarl, drool dripping from their maws.
"Deathgrippers." Another trapper murmured.
In the arena, three warlords stand together, surrounding a table covered in maps and plans for attacks.
"The Dragon Riders attacked us here..." A man by the name of Ivar spoke, setting a wooden boat on a map, "...Off the eastern strait."
"Nnneeaoowww, BOOM." Came Ragnar the Rock. Burly but not... the brightest.
"Ragnar!" Chaghatai Khan scolded.
"Um, sorry."
"My dear warlords. How go your plans to go conquer the world?" Grimmel called, announcing his presence and pulling his hood down.
"Aahaha! Grimmel, my old friend. Thank you for coming."
As Ragnar approached Grimmel in a friendly manner, one of Grimmel's Deathgrippers tackled him to the ground, pinning him.
"Oh-ah!" Ragnar cried out, desperately angling his head away from the Deathgripper's massive teeth.
"A year since Drago's defeat, and no further along with your dragon army, I see."
"You can thank the young chief of Berk for that." The only woman of the troupe, Griselda informed. She tired of the antics of him.
"Stoick's boy?" Everyone in the archipelago knew of Stoick the Vast, greatly admired. And it was evident they all knew of Hiccup's ascension to the throne.
"Yup! He and his peace-loving Dragon Riders continue to raid our ships and steal our dragons." Ragnar groaned.
"Mmm. That does sound like a nuisance. But I'm in the business of killing dragons, not retrieving them."
Ragnar freed himself as Grimmel began to walk away.
"Huh? But, Grimmel..."
"That idiot boy has done all of the work for you, gathering the dragons in one place. Why bother me?
"Because a Night Fury protects the flock. Actually, two, Night Furies. Allegedly, a mated pair."
The air fell silent as Grimmel processed this information. There was no way...
"Not possible," Grimmel replied coldly.
"Hah, well, it seems two slipped through your fingers."
"Look, Berk's dragons will follow their Alpha, so we'll pay you to capture him and his mate and bring the flock to us. We even have your favorite bait!"
The group glanced over to a white dragon curled up in a cage, shivering from fright.
"The only dragon they left us from last night's raid."
"A female? How do you expect me to lure the Alpha if he already has a mate? Unless..." Ragnar grinned, seeing the wheels turn in Grimmel's head. If there was anyone who could formulate a plan that would work, it was Grimmel.
"So, do we have a deal, old friend?"
Suddenly, a Rumblehorn managed to free itself from its restraints, charging aggressively towards Grimmel, who doesn't budge.
"Watch out!"
Expressionless, Grimmel swung around, firing a projectile point blank towards the Rumblehorn. The dart made impact, sending the Rumblehorn unconscious and skidding across the dirt, just barely squishing Grimmel's foot.
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Left In The Night
Fanfiction(REVISED) Even with Drago gone, the aftermath of his reign opens old wounds. Leaving Zyrah, the unwanted child of two of Drago's former hunters, to uncover her history. And her beloved female Night Fury brings Toothless to his roots. A/N: This fic...
