Berk's Forumvine

"Sir. We have captured Alvin. Outcast Island is under your command now, Dagur. But what do we do now sir?" a voice called out, echoing off the jagged rocks in the meeting room.
Hookfang growled quietly, fangs glinting menacingly as Dagur pacing back and forth in front of his subordinate, muttering words of annoyance.
"Calm down Hookfang," Snotlout snapped as Dagur glanced suspiciously in their direction, slowly lowering his axe to his side as he walked closer to where the Nightmare and his rider were hiding.
Hookfang slunk backwards, wing talons grasping Snotlout’s bear-furred cape, pulling him backwards into the shadows, as Dagur stopped a foot away from where the viking and dragon had been sitting a second ago.
"I guess it's nothing," Dagur said, confusion showing in his eyes as he turned away from the dou and walked back to where his second-in-command was waiting for him. Waiting till both of the Berserk soldiers seemed distracted Snotlout shoved Hookfang’s talons off his shoulder, gaze burning angrily into Hookfang’s eyes. Hookfang shrugged lightly as Snotlout shook his head, turning away from his dragon to listen in to Dagur’s
As I opened my mouth to reprimand Hookfang, he suddenly twisted his head around and snarled, back spines bristling.
"What is it?" Snotlout whispered to Hookfang as he glanced around, smoke hissing from his nostrils. Noticing nothing out of the ordinary, Snotlout turned back around with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. As Snotlout turned around he failed to notice a towering Berserk smash his hammer into Snotlout’s chest, knocking him out immediately.

Murky light seeped through Snotlout’s half-open eyes, blinding him slightly. What happened? He wondered as he rubbed at the back of his neck, which was still stinging from the Berserk’s punch.
"Well, well. Looks like sleeping beauty has woken up finally." Snotlout whipped around, nerves spiking erratically as the deep voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Alvin?!"
The man raised an eyebrow sarcastically, muttering something that sounded like, "Who else would it be? Moron,” which caused Snotlout to bristle angrily.
"Why are you locked up Alvin?" I asked as he got up from where he was sitting on a small stool deep within the shadows and marched over to where I was now standing, rubbing at my head which still throbbed from when the Berserker hit me in the head.
Alvin sighed wearily as I watched him curiously. "You have to escape. Dagur is planning on attacking Berk tomorrow. He knows how weak and unprepared Berk is now."
"What? Why would you care Alvin? You hate the Berkians," Snotlout snapped as Alvin, who raised an eyebrow at him, turning his head to look outside the prison the two were stuck in.
Alvin nodded as he turned around, eyes glittering with obvious malice. "I may hate Berk but I hate Dagur more. Now listen. Dagur has your dragon locked up in one of the underground dragon cages. You will need to get down there and break him out or else your dragon will be killed and you're gonna be stuck living here. I have an idea of how we might be able to get you out of here and in time to warn Berk of Dagur’s attack.”
Live here? Hel no. Shuddering slightly at the thought of actually living in a prison for the rest of his life, Snotlout grouchily listened to Alvin's plan.

The rosy pink dawn glowed on Stormfly’s wings as she dove through the clouds.
“Yes!” Astrid yelled, pumping her fist in victory as Stormfly stalled in the air, folding her wings to her side and fell towards the ocean. The wind tore at Astrid’s eyes, throwing her bangs to the side of her face, as Stormfly snapped her wings out and inch above the ocean waves, jerking Astrid forwards in her saddle.
“Easy there girl! Almost killed me there!” Astrid said sternly, though her voice held little threat at all.
Stormfly cooed at Astrid apologetically as she pumped her wings upwards, heading back towards the clouds. As the duo passed through the clouds, Stormfly heard something strange from above their position. Growling threateningly, she turned her head back and forth looking for whatever had turned her spines into a threatening position.
“Stormfly? What’s wrong girl?” Astrid asked, worry deeping in her voice as she patted the neck of her Nadder. Stormfly shook her hand from her neck and growled, tail spikes spiking outwards fearfully.
Suddenly something large zoomed past them, a streak of red that was lost from their vision almost immediately.
“Hey!” Astrid yelled, urging Stormfly to follow whatever it was. Stormfly folded her wings to her side and zoomed after whoever it was, spines raised, ready to shoot if whatever they were chasing turned on them.
Astrid narrowed her eyes as she and Stormfly closed in on the creature, which she was only just being able to distinguish as a dragon. Wait….is that?
“Snotlout! Where are you going!” Astrid screamed as Stormfly caught up to Hookfang and Snotlout, who were speeding along the top of the ocean. Snotlout looked up at Astrid, and to her shock she saw an amount of fear she had never seen before in his eyes.
“Stormfly follow him! Don’t stop him though…. We don’t know what he’s running from…or to,” Astrid said, ducking into Stormfly’s back as she chased after the Nightmare.
Astrid followed Snotlout for what seemed like an hour till Hookfang started to slow, flying higher into the clouds to catch the hotter drafts of air that were present in the clouds. As Stormfly leveled out beside Hookfang Astrid looked over to Snotlout, who still held a look of fear on his face.
“Snotlout. Tell me what is going on. Now,” she snapped, giving Snotlout a stern glare.
Snotlout sighed, brushing a bang of his hair out of his face, and turned towards her. “Dagur is assembling an army of Berserkers and even some of Drago’s army to attack Berk. I have been flying since I escaped Outcast Island to warn you guys.”
Astrid gritted her teeth as she realized what this meant. “Berk is not prepared for this. We had a sickness that wiped out lots of our healthiest warriors just a month ago. Most of us are still weak from the sickness as it is. We have no numbers to fight this battle. If—no, when---it comes.”
Snotlout nodded as he looked towards her, “I know. I watched when the sickness came. I found some of those herbs, with Ren’s help that is, that helped heal you guys.”
“What? That was you? How? None of us knew who had brought us those herbs…but they saved us all. Even Hiccup… You saved Hiccup, Snotlout. Thank you for that…” Astrid said, her voice quiet as she realized how much it must have hurt knowing that Snotlout couldn't come to Berk when they needed help the most of all.
Snotlout looked away from Astrid, a mix of emotions burning in his ice-blue eyes as he urged Hookfang to dive down. Hookfang nodded, and with a soft growl, folded his wings to his side as he rocketed down to the island that was below them.
Astrid watched as her old friend and his dragon fell to the island below. I can’t believe Snotlout would still help the same island that banished him. I guess he isn’t as bad as I always thought he was…
“Stormfly,” Stormfly looked at her curiously, “dive!” Stormfly nodded and with a happy coo dove after Hookfang. The duo finally pulled up to Berk, Stormfly extending her feet to land and smashed to the slick grass below herr.
Astrid leapt of Stormfly and ran up to where Hookfang had landed by the Great Hall. As Astrid ran up to the Great Hall, she could hear people muttering curiously. She was stopped in her tracks as Fishlegs stepped in front of her, his wife, Rosethorn, standing beside him.
“What’s going on Astrid? Why is Snotlout back?” Fishlegs asked, glancing towards where Hookfang was resting.
“Dagur is coming, and fast. We have to prepare for any kind of attack at any time,” Astrid said, pushing Fishlegs aside so she could catch up to Snotlout, who by now was inside the Great Hall.
Opening the door to the Great Hall, Astrid ran inside, skidding to a halt beside Snotlout.
“Who are you looking for?” Astrid asked, looking down at Snotlout.
He glanced at her, one of his eyebrows raised mockingly. “You’re boyfriend.”
“Oh… He might be out on Toothless, right now,” she admitted, much to Sbotlout’s annoyance.
“Is he ever not out doing non-chiefly duties?” Snotlout snapped, anger smouldering in his eyes as he turned back towards the doors of the Great Halls.
Just as Snotlout reached for the door handles, they were slammed open, smashing into Snotlout, throwing him to the ground.
“Astrid! Why is everyone gathered outside? And why is Hookfang here?” Hiccup said, running up to Astrid, who glanced towards where Snotlout was rubbing at his face slowly.
“Hiccup. Slow down. You smashed Snotlout in the face. He’s the one who knows what’s going on now,” Astrid said, pointing towards the direction of the door of the Great Hall.
Hiccup winced when he looked towards the direction of the doors and saw his cousin just starting to stand up from the floor.
“Sorry Snotlout,” Hiccup said, his voice apologetic. Snotlout shook his head, shrugging his shoulders noncommittally.
“Not your fault, Hiccup. Just an accident.”
Hiccup sighed, relief filling his forest-green eyes as he walked over to his cousin. “So what is wrong Snotlout? Why did you come back so fast?”
“I only want to explain it once so lets go outside so I can tell everyone,” Snotlout said, already heading outside to where every villager was gathered before them.
Hiccup glanced towards Astrid, confusing clouding his eyes. Astrid shook her head and pointed towards Snotlout, not wanting to explain what Snotlout had told her before.
Hiccup walked outside, standing beside Snotlout, who was flinching slightly from the hate filled calls from the villagers.
“Murderer! What are you doing back! Hiccup kicked you out and you come back? Do you not understand banishment?” Astrid glanced into the crowd, hoping she could figure out who was yelling out the hateful words.
Snotlout looked into the crowd, anger smoldering in his eyes. “I came back because I am the only person who can help you. I know about how weak you guys really are since the sickness.”
The voices all heated up as somebody screamed out, “How can you know about that? The only one who know are us?”
Snotlout sighed, closing his eyes slowly, “I was the one who bought the herbs that saved you. I was the only one who could save you, since you and your dragons were all stricken because of the sickness.”
The crowd quieted, though Astrid could hear some people muttering in shock.
Then she heard a different voice speak up, “Then we are grateful for that, Snotlout. Though that can’t be the reason you came here?”
Astrid watched as a black-haired female Viking stepped out from the crowd, her eyes flashing with gratitude. Astrid was shocked when she realized it was Tuffnut’s wife, Grimhilda, one who hardly ever talked during town meetings of any kind.
Mutters ran through the crowd as Grimhilda looked around, a slight look of haughtiness coating her features. Hiccup nodded wordlessly, silently agreeing to the black haired women’s words.
“Now tell us Snotlout. Why did you come here?” Hiccup asked, turning to his cousin with a spark of fear in his eyes.
Snotlout sighed as he stepped forwards, past Hiccup and stood at the top of the steps to the Great Hall. “Dagur is planning an attack on Berk. And he is coming now, he might even be here in an hour or two.”
“What?! I thought he gave up his pointless dream after we defeated him so easily two years ago,” Hiccup said, forest green eyes widened in shock.
Snotlout shook his head ruefully as he shot a look towards his cousin that seemed to say really Hiccup? You think that Dagur of all people would give up?
Hiccup shrugged guilty, turning towards the villagers. “We must prepare for a battle. I do not know if we will be able to defeat them but we can try. Ruffnut, Tuffnut, prepare the Zipplebacks for the first assault. I want them to do the first attack, and hopefully they might sink some ships.” The twins nodded, running off towards the dragon stables, hunting for any Zippleback.
“Fishlegs, Rosethorn I want you two to go to the armory. Find all the weapons you can and bring them out here,” the two mentioned nodded, turning and leaving, a few other villagers following to help them.”
Astrid watched as Hiccup assigned the rest of the villagers roles and then he turned to her.
“Astrid, I want you to organize a diving attack with your Nadders after the twins deal with their attack. Attacking from straight above would be your best option. Just be safe,” Hiccup muttered, glancing towards Astrid worriedly.
“I’m going to be fine Hiccup. Stop worrying about me,” Astrid said, punching Hiccup in the arm lightly.