How To Train Your Dragon: Broken

The Jig is up!

It had been days since Stoick sent out the Riders to find Hiccup and Astrid. He knew that finding them wasn't going to be a walk in the park but he did still worry for them. What if whoever took Hiccup and Astrid were to strong for them? What if they were taken too? Stoick would have to deal with a lot of angry parents if it did but he had faith in them.

"Why do you think someone would take them?" Valka asked she brought him a refilled cup of milk.

"I don't know," Stoick sighed, "But whoever they are they better hope that they'll never meet me."

Valka smiled, happy to see that even after all these years Stoick barely changed at all. She placed a hand on his shoulder, "Hiccup has gotten out of worse situations. Let's just stay positive."

Stoick smiled up at his wife, thankful to have her here again, "Right. I guess we better get to bed."

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The next day came with an intense chill in the breeze, a blizzard was coming. The people of Berk had grown use to it but their current visitors hasn't. "I-Is it always this cold?" Snorre stuttered as his body shivered. The Great Hall doors were shut yet the cold was somehow still getting in.

"Ya should a came with furs," Gobber chuckled.

"Probably," Snorre agreed, "The place we call home is pretty warm compared to here."

"Really?" Gobber questioned, "Where would that be?" The blacksmith had been curious of the visitors since they came. They wore foreign clothes and had arrived in only one boat. And on the same day Hiccup and Astrid were taken. An immediate red flag shot up in Gobbers mind.

"Well," Snorre stood up, "It's kind of close to tropical environments, uh, if you'll excuse me I need to go stand next to one of those Monstrous...Nightwings was it? I feel like I'm going freeze my nose off." Snorre turned and walked over to a sleeping Monstrous Nightmare that was farther from the doors.

Gobber eyed him suspiciously, He's hiding something. The blacksmith got up and left the Great Hall. He made his way to the Forge, which had gone from a shack of a work space into an inventors paradise thanks to Hiccup. "Grump!" Gobber called out, "Come on! We need to take a look at something!" The large copper colored dragon snored loudly, barely registering his riders words. "Grump!" Gobber patted his lazy dragons head, "I said we need to go look a something!" Grump's eyes popped open and he stared at Gobber. After a few seconds the dragon finally understood what Gobber was wanting. Grump picked himself up and yawned, deciding that he should at least go out for a stretch.

It took a few minutes for Gobber to find Grump's saddle, which was a little worn but that wasn't important at the moment. 

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"There doesn't seem to be much of struggle," Gobber noted as he examined the forest, "Then again whoever they were did use Dragon Root arrows to knock out their dragons. And they must of used some sort of sleep inducing darts to knock out Hiccup and Astrid." Gobber scanned the area again, hoping to find something that would tell him who the kidnappers were. Suddenly he heard a loud crunch of rocks from behind. "Grump this is no time for eatin'!" Gobber sighed as he dragon continued on. He looked at his dragon, Grump's bludgeon-like tail sat on a nearby brush. "Hm?" Gobber eyed a piece of fabric flapping in the breeze under Grump's tail.

He walked over and pulled it. Gobber examined the cloth, "Oh dear...Grump! Don't you recognize this!?"

Grump stopped eating and looked at the piece of clothing. The large dragon turned himself around and sniffed it. Grump's eyes immedietly went slit and he growled. 'Dragon blood!' Grump growled.

"Well of course," Gobber took another look at the cloth, "But why would Dragon Hunters take Hiccup or Astrid?"

'Ask Snorre,' Grump turned back to the rock he was eating, 'His sent is similar to that piece there.'

"What!?" Gobber exclamined, "Why didn't you tell me!?"

'Wasn't sure,' Grump yawned, 'I sniffed him and did smell a little bit of dragon blood but...'

"But what?" Gobber was now furious. He knew that something was up with Snorre but couldn't figure it out.

'He and his men smelt really clean as well,' Grump explained, 'Almost as if they were trying to hide their scent. I was going to say something but I fell asleep and forgot.'

Gobber sighed, "That's alright Grump. At least we know now. Come on! We need to go tell Stoick about this."

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Stoick sat among his fellow men inside the Great Hall, the blizzard had come but not to its fullest extent.

"I've forgotten how cold it can get here on Berk," Valka joked. Some men laughed as they ate away at their food.

Stoick smiled at his wife, "Let's hope you get use to it again quickly."

The Hall doors swung open, the cold air flew in and extinguished the nearest lamps. "Good Thor Gobber! Did you have to open them that much?" Stoick stood up and walked over to his friend. Gobber closed the doors and turned to him.

"Stoick!" Gobber had ran up the stars, not only to tell Stoick of what he had learned but to also get out of the cold, "I think I may know who took Hiccup and Astrid."

Snorre and his men froze.

Gobber handed Stoick the piece of clothing. The Chief examined it carefully and when he realized the connection red hot rage exploded onto his face. He turned towards Snorre.

"Ah, yes...well," Snorre stood up, "I guess that I'll be...heading off it bed now."

Stoick stomped over to Snorre. He roughly grabbed him by the throat and held him up high, angry eyes glaring, "Where. Is. My. Son?"