The Dragon Master Part II: Rewritten (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Chapter 15: Dragon Master vs. Dragon-God

(Normal pov)

Drago couldn't believe his eyes as he stared down this... boy. This was his challenger? The great threat that stood in his way of claiming the world? Enyo did tell him that his enemy didn't match him in muscle and size.

But still...

The warlord began chuckling darkly and shook his head in complete disbelief. "This is the great Dragon Master? The son of the Stoick the Vast?" He began chuckling again and slowly walked toward him. "My greatest challenger is nothing more than a boy? Mmm, you're not worthy to face me boy." He taunted; an attempt to goad Hiccup into a reckless action. But Hiccup didn't even flinch, he glared at Drago in disgust.

"All of this loss. Just so you can rule the world? Tell me, has your conquests and your thirst for power been satisfying?" Hiccup tried to psychoanalyze his enemy, but Drago merely rolled his eyes and looked as his army was still engaging the enemy.

"Dragons. T-they're kind; amazing creatures that can bring people together. They can't be used as simply slaves and war machines." Hiccup spoke out boldly, his fists clenching as he witnessed how cruel Drago is to dragons. The warlord snickered at Hiccup; amused that the Dragon Master has such a soft heart. Drago stabbed his bull-hook in the snow and removed his prosthetic arm. "Dragons are nothing more than bloodthirsty animals. That tear men apart." The warlord said cooly as he remembered losing his limb as if it were yesterday, the sight of the warlords missing arm caused Hiccup to cringe at the stump and then stared back at his opponent.

"You see, I know what it is to live in fear..." Drago whispered as he reattached his prosthetic arm, and walked around Hiccup. "...as a boy, I was destined to lead my people to greatness and beyond. But fate had other plans. An enemy tribe planted a dead Night Fury hatchling at my fathers door and the rest of the pack came and slaughtered everyone..." Hiccups gaze softened, he knew first hand when dragons are hostile: either they fight to defend themselves or they fight to protect their own, but Hiccup turned his attention back to Drago as the warlord continued speaking.

"...my mother and father among the dead. One of those Night Furies took my arm and I was the last of my kind, that night, I vowed to rise above the fear of dragons." Drago exhaled and saw the softened gaze of the Dragon Master. "But the tragedy I suffered? It opened up my eyes to what I must do in this life; to liberate the people of this world from the tyranny of dragons." Drago said as he gazed at his Bewilderbeast fighting Valka's. Hiccup shook his head and gestured to the battle still waging.

"So, you need dragons as your weapons to strike fear in those you control; to make your followers obey you. And maybe you need dragons to dispose of those you've decided have outlived their usefulness." Hiccup said with disgust, Toothless snarled at the warlord, he smelled of death and the deaths of thousands of dragons by his hand, his own kind included.

Drago turned back to Hiccup and chuckled darkly and bared his teeth at Hiccup before speaking. "I know my purpose; what I am fighting for. Do you, oh great Dragon Master?" Hiccup looked at Toothless and at the battle still raging, then back at Drago. "I do. I'm fighting for dragons and my people. You're goal in this life is to enslave and devour. You're a monster Drago." The warlords face twisted into anger and he growled.

"Perhaps. But I will not stop until I have fulfilled my destiny. And if that destiny is to be fulfilled, you must be eradicated." Drago said before charging and bringing down his bull-hook on Hiccup. He dodged the warlords attack and drew Inferno out and twirled it in his hand. "This ends now!" Hiccup snarled out as he charged with a battle cry, he leaped in the air and brought Inferno down in Drago's bull-hook, the warlord hummed in a impressed tone; the Dragon Master was an excellent warrior, but not enough to stop him.