NEVER BELONG

Part 15 (4 years later)

Normal POV(at Berk)

"Don't let the Nadders to escape!" Boomed the voice of Stoick the Vast as he points his finger towards the trap Nadders "we need damn to train new recruiters in dragon training!"

"Roger that Chief!" The stocky heir inject as he and his lapdogs for friends hold the Nadders captive "Gustav, Cutthroat and Hella with me and the rest of you put out the fire"

"NO! You three cannot hold those nadders by yourself" Fishlegs protest "let us help you"

"I don't need your help fishface. I'm the heir to the thorn of Berk and I can handle myself, in fact, I can handle myself without a problem-Cutthroat, Gustav let go" snotlout cockily grin, so as his pals while Fishlegs and the twin's protest but it's too late when the trap Nadders broke free, causing the stocky man to felt as the Nadder blast magnesium to huts, in gloving them in flames as the heavy dark smoke rises up to the night sky.

"Nice job Mutton-head some heir young are, you cause more destruction then us" the twins snicker while Fishlegs and his other brother Yaklegs face-palm. Yaklegs Ingerman is like another copy of Fishlegs but more muscular and not that needy

"BOYO! you are the fucking heir and we big you a simple job and you can't handle that!" Roared Spitelout, Snotloud's father. His dad was much taller and muscular than him but their personality and character are never the less the same. The apple does not fall far from its tree.

"It's not my fault, it was Fishface and idiots fault" he defends himself as they dodge spines and lava blast from dragons

"We will discuss this later at the meeting boyo!" Spitelout exclaim glaring at his son's stocky figure while Snotloud huff but nodded never the less

The chaos that broke around them as Viking men and women warriors aid in the battle as the new fireteam of Berk put out he glaring flames. The roars of dragons as they defend themselves from the Viking. The Dragons were not raiding but its this time of the season for their migration and unfortunate for them it leads them here where Viking tribes who kill dragons. Stoick roar a battle cry and rush toward a Monstrous Nightmare and smash his war hammer onto his jaw and quick secure his jaws and a Hooligan warrior pull out his sword and cut it's neck, sending the innocent beast to its death

"What have we capture?" Stoick asked Addirgal, one of Stoick's personal guard, he has a buff figure like the Viking chief who was standing next to him

"We have Gronckles in nets, a flock of Nightmares caged up and Zipplesbacks as well" Addirgal firmly state as he cautiously looks around his surrounding

"Any sign of the dragon rider and his damn Night Fury," Stoick asked as he narrows his eyes at the night sky, carefully scanning. Berk's raids after few years of attacks without Night Fury have been easy for the fearless Hooligans but the infamous Night Fury has returned and smarter than ever. Some Viking claims they have seen a man riding on it and of course Stoick just shrugged it aside and consider it nonsense.

"No sir, no sign of it...yet. What happens to our Nadders, I swore we have a couple of them just now?" Knurte, a buff Viking with red hair and bread inquires the Chief while he sighs heavily

"My heir and his incompetents let them escaped" the Chief mutter while the warriors around him shake their heads, disappointingly. They some agree that Snotloud has no skill or the brains to lead them but most liked him because he was like any Viking, Buff, strong and can kill, although having Snotloud's lack of intelligence he still makes it up for his skills in combat, the tribe's men rather to have a brainless mutton-head buff to lead them instead of a walking fishbone. They continue to kill and trap dragons and all of them stop suddenly when they heard a familiar whistle.