The Dragon Master Part III: End of an era (A Httyd Fanfiction)

Chapter 25: Berk is lost

(Normal pov)

It was Ragnarök. The Apocalypse.

Astrid could only scream in sheer horror as she and the other dragon riders hurtled closer and closer to their home, travelling as fast as their respective dragons could possibly fly. Surely this wasn't happening, it couldn't be. Hiccup was too stunned to speak or comment on the situation, and channelled his fear into gripping his wife's hips a little more tightly to ensure he wouldn't fall off.

The villagers attackers became evident soon after.

Hundreds of ships circled all of Berk, each and every one of the ships weren't Viking origin, in fact, they bore the Bludvist crest on the sails. Kjell and Chimola were swarming Berk. Flaming arrow fire rained down on the houses and buildings from the ships relentlessly, and Hiccup could only imagine the Hel the people he'd grown up with and known his whole life were going through at that moment.

"We've got to end these bastards!" Asbjorn cried, with a howl of raging agreement from his secondary dragon Hookfang. "They want a fight I'll give them one" The mans face was torn between misery and sheer fury, blinded by anger and emotion to realize what really needed to be done.

"Asbjorn, that's suicide!" Hiccup yelled frantically. "We won't get a dozen yards over the town without at least one arrow knocking us straight out of the sky" He leant over the side of Stormfly to gain a better look of the glowing town, searching for any place they could reach without a guaranteed death. "Astrid, we need to land—"

"Are you fucking crazy!" She shrieked, eyes growing wide at her husband. "Asbjorn is right! They need us for support, I see Mammoth or any other dragons on the island, our combined people don't have the firepower to match this, and they need us!"

"Berk is lost!" Hiccup screamed, gesturing wildly towards the many burnt buildings, homes and the dozens of enemy ships landing on the docks and its soldiers wreaking havoc. "We need to get down there and get as many of our people to safety as possible! Surely we could fight the ships, but by the time that's done? There will be nothing left of Berk to save!" He breathed heavily for air, but his lungs struggled to find any. "Now, let's get onto ground before someone notices us!"

Many of the Hooligan riders let out a shuddering sob, and Hiccup too fought the urge to cry. They were warriors; fighting was their profession and solution to many things. Hiccup too wanted to strike down the enemy from the sky, but it would result in the death of an already dying Berk and its people.

"Stormfly over there!" Hiccup thrust a finger to the edge of the forest, where the village bordered and was the least affected by the attack. "Get us down there, we need to move now!"

::Got it!::

Stormfly growled, pumping her wings and soaring towards the landing point in an arcing turn, Valka steered Cloudjumper to follow, as did the other riders present as to avoid being seen by Kjell and Chimola's armada.

::Right behind them::

Cloudjumper barked out over the mayhem, he and the other riders and their dragons barrel-rolled downwards and speeding in pursuit of Stormfly. "Oh gods." Hiccup breathed, bile rising into his throat at the horrific sight of his home burning before his eyes. Berk had carved him to the person he was— the man he was today. It was because of his loving wife, his mother, the gang and Gobber that he was a formidable fighter, an excellent smith of exotic materials, and a renowned dragon tamer. This place had given him everything he wanted to be and more, and it was dying. The screams of innocent men, women and children echoed in his ears, and anger bubbled inside of him.

"I will not let my home fall to these cowards." He snarled with fury, Hiccup had been fuming many times in his life before, but seeing people who had actually cared for him unlocked something else entirely. As the common phrase went, 'Hiccup saw red'.