"What a sight... I needed a new second-in-command for my army... and an HQ," Grimmel laughed, circling you. Toothless and the other dragons had managed to escape to the Hidden World, but Grimmel himself had not perished.

He looked around at the villagers, who were all terrified. His army had taken control of everything, but he knew none of them would listen to him—except for you. After all, you're the chief.

"Hiccup, no!" You lifted your head, noticing Astrid restrained by the guards. Before you could react, you felt a collar snap around your neck, its needles filled with the same drug Grimmel used to control dragons.

Moments later, you were being carried in Grimmel’s arms, your mind clouded and heavy.

"Guards, I will be in my quarters. I need to study the effects of my drug on humans," Grimmel ordered. "Start setting up our furniture here, and ensure everyone works. If they refuse, remind them that Hiccup is defenseless now."

The guards nodded, and under everyone's gaze, you were taken into Grimmel’s quarters, disappearing from sight.