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The waves crashed and writhed again eachother with a might the Ancestors would be proud off. Droplets of water, met Hiccup's face as he sped through the winds. He could feel Toothless's muscles tense and twist every move the pair made through the air. The dragon was as tense as the rider.
The furious beat of wings sounded off behind the pair as the rest of riders of Dragon's Edge struggled to keep up with their furious leader.
When Hiccup had gotten the simple Terror Mail of "Adventurer. Attacked. Grimborn." He made no attempt to hide his anger. He was seething.
The Adventurer was a modestly sized trading vessel, heading to the Northern Markets. It had only three dragons on it and was mostly crewed by older warriors wanting to experience the high seas once more. Hiccup had expressed concerns over the trip, but the boat was the definition of low value in the eyes of a Dragon Hunter. It was dishonourable to attach it, it was done fully and intentionally as an insult, and to his shame, Hiccup did feel absolutely insulted.
Sometimes he forgot that Viggo wasn't just calculated. He was also cruel.
He the Riders arrived, they where greeted by the grim sight they expect. The small trading vessel was nearly capsized as Viggo's giant ship had attached itself to the side. The Mast of the Adventurer was on fire and it looked ready to collapse.
"That, that..." Hiccup's hands clenched around the reins. If he was a dragon, his nostrils would flare with smoke. His eyes zeroed it on figures flailing in the water near the Adventurer. A sharp tinge of panic entered his hard, before it was replaced with even more uncharacteristic Viking-nay-draconic fury.
"...That pathetic, honourless liMP-DICK!"
Ignoring the wide eyes stares of his friends, Hiccup barked orders to the others to rush in to help the poor Berkians that where drowning, while he and Astrid would storm the Hunter ship in an attempt to save the captive dragons.
As the pair landed on the deck with their dragons, Hiccup could see one of the dragons, Mangle-a green Deadly Nadder- getting dragged below deck. The problem was, that between them and said and the poor creature, lied about three dozens of bloodthirsty marauders, with very sharp weapons.
And in the helm, Viggo himself, smiling smugly.
"Viggo!" The Haddock Heir roared, before having to deflect the blows of an attacking Hunter with circular motion of his blade, "pick on someone your won size you-" another attacker, pushed of oof him by a sharp motion of Toothless's tail, "-worthless troll-shit smear."
Beside him, Astrid barked a laugh at his language as she fought off two men with her axe. A kick to ones gut and a slice to the others knee had them incapacitated.
Soon the pair tried to make their way across the hunter ship, fighting of Viggo's men at best of their abilities. But it was to no avail. Surrounded and weary the had to fight defensively lest they risk becoming dragon root arrow pin cushions.
Hiccup gritted his teeth and racked his mind for any tactic that would help them, but not for the first time, he felt helpless.
"Hiccup!" Fishlegs' voice called him from behind, and he turned to see the blonde man at top his Grockle with a-hopefully-unconsious body behind him. "They need-ahh" the blonde ducked under an arrow, "they need medical attention, quick!" the boy squeaked in panic.
Hiccup nodded in understanding and cursed his misfortune. Next to him, Astrid huffed with adrenaline, holding her axe close and ready for action. No point. They had lost.
Eyes blazing with fury, the young man looked towards Viggo and felt a new wave of anger crash over him.
"Greasy haired, munge stain!" he yelled out, holding himself back from rash action, "only a whale-humping cockroach would go after old folks. I hope you're proud of yourself!" He punctuated the last sentence with all the strength of his lung and quickly jumped to Toothless, following after the others as they rushed the survivors to Dragon's Edge to tend to their wounds. Hiccup's mumbled tirade of foul curses towards Viggo continue long into the trip, halfway in until it retreated in his head, where the slurs would be undoubtedly more creative.
Tuffnut,Ruffnut, Snotlout and Astrid felt a bit of dread at what was to come. A foul tempered Hiccup meant a lot more training sessions, patrols and attempts to wrangle this lot to something resembling cohesion. Not fun.