AN: Anything in italics are either a recap, thoughts, flashbacks/ earlier events, and letters. You and Voror have a silent way of communicating with each other through learned ways of hand placements.
Sneaking past the sleeping quarters of the hunters you moved to the door that held the dragon pens. Upon opening the door a Zippleback hissed quietly, shushing the dragons you showing that you meant no harm you quickly unlocked each of the pens. Touching the snout of a Monstrous Nightmare and Gronkle you lead them out of the boat to the top deck. Mounting Voror you gave a low whistle to the freed dragons. Patting Voror’s head he started to rise off the deck giving lead to the other dragons who soon followed suit following you to their new home.
With the new members in tow you lead them towards a new home where they wouldn’t be found but still be free from mankind.
Flying back through an opening in the dragon sanctuary you quickly dismount and pull off your helmet. “Valka! We’re home and we have some new friends!” your voice echos off the icy walls. Not hearing a response you go back out to the new dragons and start looking at each individually to see if they might have obtained injuries when they were captured. Noticing that a Nightmare and a few other dragons had received a few deep scratches you went to find the ointment on one of you makeshift shelves. “No...no, not it, um hmm, no. Ah! Here it is,” you muttered to yourself while looking for the right material.
Walking back into the main area of the dragon sanctuary you find Valka there looking at the new dragons. “Where did you find these ones, little one?” Valka hummed hearing your footsteps re-enter. “I did another night raid just a little past the Northern Markets. They were another one of the hunter’s shipments. I don’t know if it was for an auction or not,” you told her while handing her some of the medical supplies. Humming in acknowledgement Valka began cleaning the wounds of the dragons, “What matters little one is that they’re safe now.” Smiling at Valka’s statement you continued your work.
The gang were all gathered in the Clubhouse. “Hey guys, I think we have mail,” Tuffnut casually stated from his stretched out position on one of the chairs. “How do you know we have mail?” Snotlout huffed out kicking Tuffnut’s chair causing him to fall out. Not even bothering to get up from his spot on the floor he raised his hand and pointed, “In about three... two... one... and BING!” The shriek of a Nightterror sounded through the room. “Told ya we were getting mail!” “Um that’s very observant of you Tuff...?” Hiccup glanced at his laying figure on the floor before turning to the Nightterror who landed on the table.
“Alright, who is it from this time?” Astrid pulled the letter from the Nightterror opening it. “It’s from Heather...” This got everyone’s attention. “Heather?” “What did she say?” Hiccup looked at Astrid waiting for her to read the message, absentmindedly he pulled out the nadder spine while he listened.
We have spotted the Night Rider near the outer islands of Berserker Island. We aren’t engaging them at this time. They have yet to be seen as a threat. However, it appears that they are looking for something. We don’t know if it’s an island or a ship. Dagur and I decided that we would send this Terror mail now and another once we have gained more information.
Let us know if you need anything,
All eyes were on Hiccup as Astrid finished reading. Dropping the nadder spine Hiccup looked up, “Pack your bags gang, we are taking a trip to Berserker Island.”
“(Y/N) we can’t keep the Riders in the dark about this,” Heather called from the back of her Razorwhip. You just landed on the sea stack you agreed to meet at. “I know Heather,” you sighed and pulled off your helmet, “I don’t know them and these raids are dangerous enough as it is. I’m putting you in possible danger just by being associated with you.” “But, these people know you. They grew up with you if you were from Berk,” Heather pressed. “And you know that I don’t remember much of that time. I don’t know why but the people I might have known are foggy,” you shrugged and looked to the side. Being unable to remember these so-called important people in your life stung a little. “Besides, the last thing I remember about Berk was that they were at war with dragons. Not all people change.” Both of you sighed dejectedly knowing that this wasn’t a time for this discussion.
Dismounting your dragons you heard the sound of a Gronkle flying towards the sea stack. “Sisters!” Dagur called when he got within range. “Hi again Dagur. Did you find anything out?” you seemed rushed, but the longer they were with you worried you to know end. “Yeah, yeah I managed to over hear a conversation while at the Northern Markets and picked up some stuff for you,” Dagur handed you a rolled up parchment and some more medical supplies. “Thank you both for helping me. I know this isn’t easy going behind the Dragon Riders backs like this and keeping them in the dark,” you gave them a smile while putting the supplies away. “Sister we are Berserkers! We made a pact together and a Berserker never breaks their promise,” Dagur walked up to you and gave you a hug. Heather nodded in agreement before also giving you a hug. Returning both you mounted your nadder who sat quietly through the whole ordeal.
Sliding your helmet back down over your face you placed one hand near the base of Voror’s neck, taking the signal he started to fly back the way you came from.
A few miles from the sea stack was a ship, to be more exact it was a hunter ship. “Sir! The Night Rider and it’s dragon were just spotted off of Berseker Island,” one of the hunters called while looking out a spy glass. “Excellent we will keep tabs on them, and get that rare Deadly Nadder.”
