" Dreadfall „ ~~ How To Train Your Dragon

🕸️ Chapter 10 🕸️

It had been a few days since both you and Paradox set out to go to Berk in search of a home, and some sort of alliance.

This meant it was two more days until Dreadfall, so you and Paradox planned to use Dreadfall as a persuasion tactic to tell them that either way, their stocks of food would be rather empty.

Whether it was from Paradox dousing them with acid or eating it.

You spotted the island in the distance and flicked the visor on your helmet down to cover your eyes and half your face, narrowing your eyes as Paradox closed in on the island.

Burn marks were on the ground, along with a house that had marks of a Deathgripper's foreleg pincers, most likely from either Paradox or other Deathgripper's they might've came across.

Several Vikings were walking around, dragons scuttling across the ground without a worry or care in the world.

You looked back, sighing as you saw no barrel of food.

On the way to Berk, Paradox accidentally dropped the barrel and it resulted in you having to put the pouch of Deathgripper scales and the map in a compartment on your arm armour, while Paradox was still carrying the rest.

"You sure you wanna do this, Paradox?" You asked the dragon.

He looked to you as his pupils slit a little bit, before roaring and nodding, beginning to get closer to the island.

Dragons roared and shrieked as they began spotting you and Paradox, a few younger Vikings doing the exact same thing.

"Land in the middle." You told him, lowering your back.

Paradox let out an infamous roar, before landing the ground and blowing a few leaves away with the impact, you quickly getting off to stand beside him.

His Stinger swayed as he unsheathed his tusks, snarling and growling at multiple different Berkians and dragons.

"Hiccup!" A few Vikings yelled.

Within moments, about nine dragons seemed to appear, being a Hideous Zippleback, Monstrous Nightmare, Night Fury, Light Fury, Gronckle, Deadly Nadder, Stormcutter, Hotburple and Rumblehorn.

This came with nine more riders, and you assumed the one near the Light Fury and Night Fury was Hiccup.

The Light Fury paced around as she growled, the Deadly Nadder had flexed spines, the Rumblehorn and Hotburple being behind you and Paradox, the Zippleback sparking up small explosions, the Stormcutter watching from a nearby tree, the Monstrous Nightmare being perched on a nearby hut while the Night Fury readied a blast.

"Looks like they're back early." A blonde woman with an axe in her hands said, narrowing her eyes from beside the Nadder.

"And it isn't even Dreadfall yet!" Another blondie with two braids complained, seeming to be the twin of a boy near her.

You grabbed the dagger you had on your waist slowly as Paradox moved and shifted a little to keep his eyes on all nine dragons.

You raised your hand with the dagger in it, raising your other hand to show both of them, simply to make sure they knew you didn't have tricks up your sleeve. Literally.

"I'm not here to attack, nor is my dragon. I come here as an ex-Berkian myself, wanting to reconcile with Berk along with seek an alliance." You deadpanned, adjusting your stance. "We don't plan to attack."

As soon as you said that, Paradox seemed to get the memo to cover his Stinger again and sheathe it along with sheathe his tusks.

They all looked at each other, before Hiccup Haddock stepped back a little and held a hand up to his Night Fury, before the black dragon roared and managed to get the dragons to back off.

Huh.

Alpha dragon, on Berk?

This was gonna be fun.

"Hold your fire!" Hiccup said to the rest of the Vikings.

You flicked the visor up on your helmet, before taking it off completely and holding it in your hands, and somehow, they all recognized you.

Well... except for one, who actually didn't look Berkian at all.

"You're alive?" A man, sounding like Gobber had asked.

Gobber. That was Gobber.

"And with a Deathgripper." A woman said, but you didn't recognize her, yet she seemed to recognize who you were.

"Who are they?" The man, sounding like Eret, said.

You had seen and heard of Eret several times when he was apart of a hunting crew years back, and now you finally had the context to 

"Y/n? We all thought you died!" Fishlegs said, Astrid gasping.

It all came back to you.

There was Gobber, Valka, Hiccup, Astrid, Tuffnut, Ruffnut, Snotlout and Fishlegs, plus Eret, Son Of Eret.

Last time you had checked Valka was missing.

You missed quite a lot.

Paradox snarled at a couple of them, before you put a hand on his back plating and he immediately stopped, but kept eyeing them.

The Light Fury seemed rather uneasy with the sight of Paradox, but she stopped pacing to stand there with her eyes narrowed a little bit.

Hiccup immediately stepped towards you, looking you over and then looking back at Paradox.

"So the dragon is a Titan Wing! Yeah!" Tuffnut said, cheering.

they most likely had a talk with each other after the small scouting trip you and Paradox had taken to Berk.

"And you're the one who caused the been Dreadfall tradition." Astrid said with a small smirk, Her Deadly Nadder lowering her spines.

"I prefer Hookfang." Snotlout deadpanned with bored eyes, looking at Paradox who was being greeted by Valka.

She ran a hand along both his two sets of tusks, before putting both her hands on his chin to lift his head a little bit, Paradox allowing this to happen, but wasn't happy about it.

"So! This mean I get a free place to sleep or something with Paradox? Maybe a change of clothes and a walk around New Berk..?" You said, testing your luck.

The Night Fury walked up to Paradox, roaring to him as Paradox roared back, the Stormcutter looming over him as the Hotburple rubbed up against him.

"How did you even find this place? It's  a long way from Old berk." Eret asked.

"You find out a lot when you visit the Northern Markets often and go to several islands every year." You sighed. "Word gets around quickly over there."