Begone-HTTYD AU

Return-part 1

The gang approached the land, screams were suddenly heard.
"Looks like we're right in time!" Dagur spoke, adjusting his mask. As they landed, the villagers awed at the sight of people riding dragons. However, it didn't last long because they fled when they saw the Screaming Death attacking again.

Hiccup wasn't in the mood, nor was Toothless. But something made Toothless a little angry, and the vibe got to his rider. Suddenly, Toothless managed to grab the Red-eyed dragon's tail, growling. Hiccup told the boys to weaken him and told the girls to grab the ropes. As soon as they did, and struggled, but managed to, they rapped the beast in ropes and Throk quickly lifted his mask, shooting a sleeping dart that landed on the Screaming Death. It slowly shifted to sleep, it was a relief to not hear it's screaming any more. He was actually glad he was at Berk, the presence of others not part of his team distracted the Screaming Death, the best advantage they had with it.

As all the village surrounded the dragons and riders, keeping their distance, they examined them carefully. Some were even ready to attack. Hiccup walked towards the Screaming Death, touching it's snout. He felt it's heavy breathing upon his body.
"How long will it be asleep for?" He asked.
"A day, no more, no less." Throk replied.
"Enough time to study him and place it to it's new home, now come on, let's go." Hiccup rode his dragon, so did the others. They started lifting while Hiccup directed them silently to who caries what rope from the dragon's trap. Suddenly, as he lifted off, he was taken down by a strong force. Toothless landed on all fours but Hiccup was held tight in the air, by the chief.
"No one comes here riding a dragon and leaves just like that." He darted, in a deep deep voice.
The others landed back down, villagers started attacking but were held back by a fire wall Mary's dragon made.
"Who are you?" Questioned Stoick.

Hiccups POV ((point of view))

Pathetic.
I thought.
We just saved your life and this is how you repay us?
But I dared not to speak. To my own eyes I faced my father who refused to have me as a son. I grinned at him, knowing he will be shocked if I lift my mask. If.
"Why would I tell you?" I said, a devilish daring voice coming out.
"Because you have no choice." He replied.
"Oh, now do I?" I clicked my figures and Toothless jumped, roaring loudly making my father, no, Stoick, let go of me. I land on one leg and one knee, hand on the ground and other in a tight ready to punch fist. I looked up. The chief was out raged.
Moody.
I thought. He was about to grab me when I punched his arm away, incredible force building up inside me. He looked at his hand, then back at me. I straightened my back, warning him, yet he refused to listen to me, again. I avoid a punch, and kick his leg, he moaned in pain but punched my head, knocking the mask of my face. My friends gasped, each one showing sorrowful eyes to Stoick as if saying sorry for what's about to happen. I look at my mask lying there on the ground, touch my lip gently and notice blood on my finger.
Oh boy is he gonna regret this.
I grabbed my sword and started battling out of no where. He managed to get a sword from someone who held one. Great, a waste of time. It didn't seem like he noticed that I was his son, yet some of the Vikings did. The fire wall soon died out, and that's when I was about to cut a scar into Stoicks arm, yet he pushed me and stood up. Our swords crashed together in fierce strength. But suddenly he spoke:
"Son...?"
"Father...." I growl, yet grinned in the same time. I pressed a button on my sword witch released green gas which startled Stoick even more.