Walking through the streets of Berk, surrounded by dragon and human alike, Hiccup felt the most pride.

He and his Nightfury, Toothless, started a new era of Vikings single-handedly. And he could not be happier.

"Hiccup! Chief Hiccup!"

Gobber approached, out of breath from the run. "Hey, mate. Look, we have an... issue, lets say." The man sighed, rubbing his moustache.

Before Hiccup could even ask what was wrong, Gobber had grabbed his collar and started carrying him like a sack towards the arena.

Deafening roars neither Hiccup nor Toothless had ever heard filled the air as they approached, and Gobber seemed... nervous?

As the guards opened the gate just enough for Hiccup and Gobber to get in, Hiccup felt his face drop.

"Woah, woah! We won't hurt you!" Astrid said, backing away with her hands raised.

"Hey, lady, cmon!- WOAH!-" Snotlout dove out of the way from a dragon tooth spear going right for his head.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut were holding shields, blocking themselves and Fishlegs from gallons of scolding hot water.

In the center of the arena, with the chains above broken and dangling, was a... young person, about their age, with a mask on and a spear in hand. Behind them was an odd assortment of dragons, the explanations for the roars, ready to back up this person if needed.

"This fella crash landed inere' with their dragons. We ain't never seen half ofem'. We don't think they speaks our language." Gobber explained, putting Hiccup down. "They is speaking Draconic, though."

"What? How is that-"

The person made a noise very similar to the screech of a Screaming Death, lunging at Snotlout with their spear raised. The young viking barely had time to dive away before the spear slammed into the floor.