How to Train Your Dragon

The Battle

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Third Person P.O.V

The Red Death lets out another thunderous roar as Stoick looks up at it with wide eyes.

"Catapults!" He orders, his men quickly firing boulders.

The Red Death roars in retaliation, swiftly lunging forward and destroying one and crushing another under its large foot.

"Get to the ships!" A man shouts, making Stoick gasp.

"No! No!" Stoick frantically shouts as the dragon takes notice of the wooden vessels.

It rises up, gas appearing in its mouth as it spews fire at the ships. Men yell and shout as they leap to the water for saftey.

The ships were swallowed in flames, Toothless and (D/N) still trying to escape.

"Smart, that one!" Gobber bitterly laughs, walking with Stoick.

"I was a fool." Stoick mumbles to himself, quickly shaking his head, "lead the men to the far side of the island!"

"Right! Everyone to the far--"

"Gobber, go with the men!"

"I think I'll stay," Gobber nonchalantly replies. "Just in case you're thinking of doing something crazy."

"I can buy them a few minutes if I give that thing someone to hunt," Stoick firmly says as he stops Gobber.

Gobber grabs his friends arm, smiling as he clasps their hands together. "Then I can double that time."

Stoick smiles, nodding as he turns and faces the dragon.

"Here!"

"Oh, no! Here!" Gobber yells with a laugh, running after Stoick.

A man screams as the Red Death lifts him up, nearly devouring him as he falls to the ground. He quickly scurries off as it was distracted.

Stoick yells, grabbing and hurling one of the wooden stakes at the dragon. It strikes it in the face, making it pause and look down at Stoick.

"Come on!" Gobber shouts, gaining its attention. "Fight me!!"

"No, me!"

The Red Death rises, making Stoick brace himself as it starts to gather gas in its throat, when it was suddenly interrupted by blasts of fire striking its head.

Stoick's eyes widen when he sees new dragons swoop in, and familiar kids on the backs of them.

"Ruff, Tuff! Watch your back!" Hiccup shouts, steering the Nadder with (Y/N) at his front and Astrid behind him. "Move Fishlegs!"

What the? Stoick mouths to himself, Gobber joining him.

"Look at us! We're on a dragon!" Tuffnut shouts in excitement from the neck of the Zippleback, Ruffnut on the other side.

Snotlout struggles to control the Monstrous Nightmare, the Gronckle carrying Fishlegs buzzing as it slowly flies around.

"We're on dragons! All of us!"

Hanna grabs Samuel's arm with wide eyes, breathing out in awe as he smiles lightly. His gaze moves towards the boats, making him grunt and nod and race to the flaming ships as Hanna yells after him.

"Every bit the boar-headed stubborn Viking you ever were!" Gobber laughs, Stoick nodding in agreement.

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"Fishlegs, break it down!" Hiccup orders as they fly in a circle.

"Okay, heavily armored skull and tail made for bashing and crushing!" Fishlegs observes, watching the dragon hurl a ship. "Steer clear of both! Small eyes, large nostrils, relies on hearing and smell!"