Stoick raised his hand, his face grim and hardened by years of war. The signal was given. Thwump. The sound of catapults echoed across the sea as flaming boulders hurtled toward the island's cliffside. The earth shook as stone shattered—revealing a hidden cave, its mouth gaping like the jaws of some ancient beast.
From the shadows, dragons burst forth—first a few, then dozens. They scattered into the skies like a swarm disturbed.
Silence.
The wind died. Even the sea seemed to hold its breath.
Stoick narrowed his eyes, raised another hand. A signal. One flaming arrow. It soared through the air and arced into the darkness of the cave—its firelight blooming like a brief sun.
And what it revealed made even the most seasoned warriors pale.
Thousands of dragons clung to the walls and ceiling. Eyes. Wings. Claws. A mass of scale and sinew pressed into the darkness, unmoving. Watching.
Then came the roar.
Deafening. Primeval. A sound that struck bone and soul alike.
The dragons scattered in an instant, fleeing the cave in a cacophony of wings and shrieks. And again—silence.
Then—rumbling.
The island trembled beneath their feet. Stones cracked. Air vibrated. Stoick stepped back, his breath catching in his throat.
"Crash!"
An explosion of stone and flame erupted from the cave as something immense forced its way out—shattering rock like twigs. The mountain itself seemed to groan.
It was a dragon.
No—a titan.
Its wings dwarfed longships. Its eyes were pits of molten hate. Horns curved like scythes, its breath a storm of ash.
Stoick's face was drained of color.
"RETREAT!" he bellowed, his voice raw with disbelief and fear.
The Vikings turned, chaos erupting as they sprinted for their ships, tripping over one another, weapons forgotten in the dirt. But before they could flee, a new sound broke through the panic.
Voices.
Young. Loud. Familiar.
From the skies came the teens—Hiccup, Erik, and the others—riding dragons with reckless courage.
I was among them, but the moment I saw it—that thing—my stomach dropped.
The Red Death.
Massive, ancient… and furious.
How were we supposed to beat that?
We landed hard on the deck of a retreating ship, Toothless steadying Hiccup. My mind was spinning, panic clawing at my chest, but Hiccup's voice cut through the storm.
"Erik!" he called, eyes burning. "Help the others! Keep her distracted!"
I froze. Then I nodded. "Don't die, you idiot."
He gave a crooked grin. "Wouldn't dream of it."
I took off, pushing my dragon hard toward the Red Death. I accessed the status screen—Red Death: Queen Class. Fire Attribute. Intelligence: Low. Threat: Catastrophic.
My mind snapped into focus. Tactical analysis engaged.
It's huge—but the eyes, the eyes are a weak point. Distract. Blind. Harass.
I spotted boulders scattered across the cliffside—large, but manageable. I ordered nearby dragons to lift them, swoop in close, and drop them near her eyes.
She shrieked, flinching back. Good.
Minutes passed like hours. Then I saw him—Hiccup—rising above the chaos, Toothless gliding with balletic grace. They twisted and turned, dipping through fire and storm like they were dancing.
I couldn't help it—I stared in awe.
Then he climbed. Higher. Higher.
Red Death followed.
I saw the clouds flicker with purple—stormlight crackling as they breached the sky itself. Then the queen roared in pain, and fire lit the heavens.
But then—
My blood turned to ice.
Hiccup and Toothless were falling. Fast. Too fast.
Toothless was spiraling, his tail smoking—the fin was burning.
"No—NO!" I screamed, yanking at my dragon's reins. "MOVE!"
It wouldn't. Frozen. Terrified.
I leapt off, stumbling on the rocks. I ran, reaching for them like my hands could somehow catch them from the sky. But strong arms grabbed me.
"ERIK!" It was Stoick. He held me tight, face ashen. "Stop. You can't—"
I fought him. "Let me go! That's my brother!"
Then—a flash.
A brilliant blue beam tore upward, straight into the Red Death's mouth.
Toothless. One last shot.
The queen exploded into fire. Her death scream shook the island. And then—silence.
Ash rained down like snow.
We ran—me, Dad, the others—to the smoldering crater.
Only Toothless lay there, scorched and still.
No Hiccup.
I dropped to my knees. "No… no, no, please…"
Tears blurred my vision. I slammed my fist into the ground.
But then—movement.
Toothless stirred. He opened his wings.
Hiccup. He was there—burned, bruised… alive.
I tackled him into a hug, sobbing, checking his pulse with shaking fingers.
"Don't you ever do that again," I choked. "Don't."
Dad was crying too. He knelt beside us, resting a heavy hand on both our shoulders. "You did it, lads. You saved us all."
One Week Later
"HICCUP IS AWAKE!" someone shouted from the village.
I dropped my training sword and bolted for home.
My heart pounded as I reached the longhouse—but just as I was about to throw open the door, I saw her.
Astrid.
She was already there.
She kissed him.
I stopped cold.
"Wait. What?" I whispered.
They pulled apart, smiling at each other like nothing else existed.
I blinked. "Did… Did Hiccup just—?"
Silence in my brain. Then rage. Then betrayal. Then—
"FUCK!" I screamed at the sky. "Lucky bastard!"
Hiccup's POV
The sky was burning.
From above, I could see the chaos unraveling—Vikings screaming, dragons scattering, the island itself groaning under the weight of something ancient and furious.
The catapults had struck true. The cave had crumbled. And what we found hiding beneath was not just a nest.
It was a nightmare.
I'd never seen Stoick look afraid before.
But when the Red Death tore free from the cave, carving open the earth like paper, his expression changed. The battle-hardened chief of Berk—the man I had spent my whole life trying to measure up to—went pale.
"RETREAT!" he'd shouted.
But we were already too close.
"Erik!" I shouted over the roaring winds. "Distract her! We need time!"
He gave me that look—the one that said this is insane but I trust you—and peeled off with the others, diving into danger without hesitation.
That's my brother.
I turned back toward the queen.
The Red Death was colossal. Nothing like the dragons we knew. This thing wasn't just a predator—it was domination made flesh. Every beat of her wings was a hurricane. Every roar rattled the sky.
"Alright bud," I whispered to Toothless. "Just like we practiced."
We dove.
The air grew hotter, tighter. Fire licked the clouds. My heart pounded, but I forced it down. This wasn't about fear.
This was about freedom.
Toothless weaved through falling rocks and gouts of flame, gliding with surgical precision. We circled her head, baiting her attacks—getting her to move, to rise, to follow.
"Higher, higher…" I muttered.
She took the bait.
The Red Death rose, her enormous wings pushing the storm aside as we led her up, up, above the clouds. Lightning danced around her. Rain sizzled on her scales.
Then—pain.
Toothless shrieked.
I twisted in my saddle to see it—our tailfin was on fire.
"Nononono—hold on!"
We spun.
The sky turned upside down.
We were falling.
Toothless flapped hard, desperate to regain control, but the fin was too damaged. We tumbled through smoke and flame as the Red Death roared above us.
I heard Erik's voice somewhere below, shouting my name.
And I felt it.
Not fear. Not regret.
Resolve.
"Toothless," I said, calm in the storm. "Do it. Now."
His eyes locked and mine filled with confidence.
We turned mid-fall, aimed true, and he fired.
A blast of pure plasma—white-blue, scorching—straight into her mouth.
BOOM.
The sky exploded.
Red Death didn't roar.
She screamed.
Then she fell—wings limp, body twisting—and she hit the earth like a meteor, shattering the island in one final convulsion before going still.
We'd won.
But we weren't out.
The impact threw us. I felt something hit me—hard. My world spun. Everything was noise and heat and pain.
Then black.
Later
I woke to warmth.
Blankets. Bandages. The sound of wind chimes and waves.
And Toothless, curled beside me, snoring softly.
I blinked, groaning as I sat up.
"Hiccup is awake!" someone shouted.
A rush of footsteps, the door slamming open—and then Astrid.
She didn't say anything.
She just ran to me—and kissed me.
I froze for a moment. Then smiled. "Nice to see you too," I managed, voice hoarse.
Laughter. Relief. And behind her, a shadow pushed through the doorway.
Erik.
His face was unreadable at first, but then he shook his head and muttered something under his breath.
"…Lucky bastard."
I couldn't help it—I grinned.
"I missed you too, brother."
He stared at me for a second, then crossed the room in two steps and pulled me into a rough hug.
"I thought I lost you," he muttered. "You scared the shit out of me."
"I scared me too," I said, voice trembling.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
But in that silence, I knew—this wasn't just a victory. It was a beginning.
We had faced death. We had faced a tyrant. And we had survived.
Together.
Note: Im not gonna be copy and pasting the words and actions from the movie guys. If yall didn't know Erik never watched any disney or dreamwork movies. I've also continuesly written chapter and have the Brave arc done. I honestly dont care about any stones or anything just the views. if you want me to post the brave arc now just one person has to go to the comment for this chapter and put "Brave Now" and il come back at like 11:50 and check. if someone did do that i will post the brave arc( theres not alot of chapters but all has at least 1000 words). thank you