Near the edge of the high glacier cliffs, Petunia sat cross-legged with a young dragon nuzzled into her side, its head tucked against her ribs. She stroked its sleek head absentmindedly, her violet eyes distant—lost in memory, or perhaps somewhere even deeper.
Zephros, ever watchful, circled above in slow, lazy spirals.
The ice below shimmered in shifting blue tones, reflecting the sky like a frozen mirror.
Hiccup landed a few feet away, Toothless crouched beside him, ears perked.
"Um—hi again," Hiccup said, stepping forward, brushing his fingers nervously through his brown hair. "Sorry to interrupt, I—uh—I needed to talk to you."
Petunia didn't look at him at first, her hand still on the baby dragon's head. Finally, she glanced up, expression calm but unreadable. "Go on."
"It's Drogo. The man I told you about. He's building a dragon army, enslaving any creature he can catch. He has a Bewilderbeast—he's using it to control all the others. If he finds this place…" Hiccup hesitated, then stepped forward, eyes pleading. "We need to stop him."
Petunia blinked once. "I was already planning to go to his base."
"You were?"
"Yes." She finally set the small dragon down. She stood with a quiet grace, her long hair flowing around her. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to bring more hands."
She turned toward the open cliff, calling softly: "Vald."
From behind a jagged pillar of ice, Vald emerged, rubbing his eyes like he'd just woken from a nap. His hood was crooked and a small dragon clung to his shoulder like a scarf.
"Yes, milady?" he asked, slipping into the few formal words of English he knew.
"We're leaving now. To prepare."
"Yes, Master," he replied dutifully, though he added in his own language, "Finally some action."
"Wait, wait!" Hiccup threw up his hands. "Before we go after Drogo—I have to return to Berk. I've got friends, riders like us. We can't do this alone."
Vald tilted his head. "Is this… 'Berg' far?"
"Berk," Hiccup corrected. "It's about a day's flight."
Vald crossed his arms, squinting. "Strange. I didn't come across it these past two years."
Petunia, more to herself, added: "Curious."
Vald leaned closer to her with a smirk. "Must be for the plot," he muttered with a wink, breaking the fourth wall just enough for her to swat him playfully on the head.
Hiccup blinked, thrown off by their easy dynamic.
Petunia turned to him again, her tone cool but not unkind. "We'll go first. You and your people follow when you can."
Without waiting for agreement, she called Zephros with a sharp whistle, the sound echoing like thunder over the mountains. Vald, already halfway into his Dramillion's saddle, grinned as he looked down at the still-stunned Hiccup.
"Better keep up," he teased before disappearing into the wind.
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Later, inside the glowing ice caves carved by the Bewilderbeast's magic…
The ceiling stretched high above like a cathedral of frost. Light filtered through translucent ice in streaks of gold and blue, casting dancing patterns over the floor and dragon nests.
As they walked toward their resting areas, Hiccup paused, hearing a low hum that turned into a familiar voice.
Petunia slowed beside him.
A short distance away, Stoick stood at the edge of the hall, his broad frame unmistakable. In his arms was Valka, her face open, radiant, as she sang the soft old lullaby from Berk.
Their voices overlapped—gruff and tender, broken and healing. Hiccup's eyes widened in disbelief as his father gently twirled his mother, their laughter rising like music itself.
The sound echoed with aching beauty through the ancient ice.
Vald, watching with Petunia from a higher ledge, elbowed Hiccup lightly.
"Gods. You people are so dramatic," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "You reunite, you sing, you spin. Next you'll be weeping over fish stew and family heirlooms."
Hiccup didn't even respond, eyes still fixed on his parents below.
Petunia tilted her head, expression unreadable.
Vald gently nudged her arm with his elbow—silent comfort, the way one friend reminds another: you're not alone, either.
Down below, Stoick pulled Valka into a close embrace, forehead to forehead.
"I've waited every day, Valka," he said, voice thick. "You didn't know, but I did. I always believed you were out there somewhere."
"I thought you'd forgotten me," Valka whispered.
"Never," he replied. "You are my heart, Valka."
Up above, Hiccup wiped his eyes.
Vald pretended not to notice and instead stretched, cracking his back. "Alright, tear-filled family show aside… shouldn't we be saving the world?"
Hiccup turned, eyes still glassy. "Let's go. We've got work to do."
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Scene: Dawn of the Battle - Valka's Sanctuary
The icy morning air shimmered with the soft blue hues of the rising sun filtering through the translucent glacier domes. Inside Valka's sanctuary, a rare sense of peace and familial warmth filled the cavern. Stoick sat with a proud smile, elbow-to-elbow with Gobber who was halfway through retelling an embarrassing story about Hiccup's childhood. Petunia and Vald, quietly eating beside each other, seemed oddly at home amid the lively chatter of this foreign world.
Petunia finished her tea, set the cup down, and rose with quiet authority. Her voice was calm but carried the weight of command.
"Vald, prepare for our departure tomorrow morning."
Vald saluted with an exaggerated flair, grinning. "Aye, commander. Showtime at sunrise."
Then she turned to Hiccup. "And you, Valka's son... after your reunion, do what you must and follow us."
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Scene: Sudden Invasion - Drogo Arrives
Before dawn could fully break, the peace shattered.
A deep, gut-rattling BOOM! echoed through the cavern.
The glacier trembled.
Petunia was on her feet in an instant, Zephros letting out a low growl. They rushed to the mouth of the sanctuary, others scrambling behind her. Outside, chaos unfolded.
From the ice ledge, they could see fireballs arching through the sky. Ships—dozens of them—surrounded the island like a choking net. Screaming metal and flaming wreckage fell upon the ice constructs, breaking the gleaming towers in violent bursts. Entire cliffs buckled under the siege.
At the center, towering like a living boulder, stood Drogo. Muscles rippling, furs swaying in the wind, his single-minded glare was locked on the sanctuary.
Petunia's eyes narrowed. Calmly, she turned to face the group.
"Valka, gather the baby dragons and get them to safety. The rest of you, outside. Buy me time."
Her gaze snapped to Vald.
"Vald. You know what to do."
Vald gave a crooked grin, his eyes dancing. "Ohhh, it's showtime already."
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Scene: Battle Unleashed
Valka dove through the cracked ice tunnels, whispering soothing tones to the panicked hatchlings as she led them deeper into the glacier's heart.
Outside, Vald shot into the sky on his gleaming blue-and-black Dramillion. Hiccup and Toothless followed suit, already dodging incoming nets and fireballs.
Toothless fired a violent blast of plasma, purple and blue lighting up the sky. The Dramillion's eyes shimmered. Mimicking instinctively, it swirled sideways and unleashed its own blast of violet plasma with a hiss, striking a catapult ship dead center. BOOM!
Vald whooped. "Now that's more like it! Who says mimicry can't be stylish?"
They dove low.
Vald drew his axe mid-flight, cutting the rigging of a siege tower before carving a perfect spiral through the air and landing a spinning hit on a Viking's shield. The man was flung backward with a comical squawk.
Suddenly, green smoke erupted from a nearby cage.
BANG!
Out sprang Tuffnut and Ruffnut on their beloved Barf & Belch.
"WOOOOOHOOO! You missed us, world!" Tuffnut cried.
"Let's go commit some disorder!" Ruffnut added, her face lit up with mischief.
Swooping over the other cages, they released Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, and Eret, all springing into the air on their dragons.
"Took your time!" Snotlout shouted.
"We were fashionably caged!" Tuffnut shouted back.
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Scene: The Battlefield Wakes
Drogo's voice echoed, low and commanding.
"DRIVE THE ALPHA OUT! TEAR DOWN THE ICE!"
The ground trembled.
From the deepest curve of the glacier, the Bewilderbeast emerged in full glory. Frost curled from its tusks, and its roar shattered icebergs into glittering shards.
On top of his head stood Petunia.
Still and focused.
The Bewilderbeast opened its mouth.
Jets of supercooled water blasted out, instantly freezing into massive lances of ice. Entire ships capsized under the impact. Men screamed, slipping on decks that turned into skating rinks of death.
Meanwhile, Petunia leapt onto Zephros.
"Aim for the launchers. Save your power. Precision, not rage."
Zephros screeched in answer, a cyclone of compressed air launching from his wings, knocking a squad of dragon-catchers off their feet.
Petunia spotted the twins.
"You two! You seem to like explosions."
"LIKE?!" Tuffnut gawked. "We LIVE for them!"
"Love 'em like second breakfast," Ruffnut added.
Petunia casually pulled out a black satchel and handed it to them. It jingled with heavy, metal clinks.
"Watch carefully. Pull this key here... then throw. Do not—I repeat—do not hold on afterward."
She flicked a bomb at a catapult.
KA-BOOM!
The entire launcher spiraled into the air before landing in a sizzling heap.
The twins stared as though they'd seen Odin himself hand them treasure.
"IT'S MINE!"
"NO! I SAW IT FIRST!"
The two zipped through the sky, hurling bombs left and right.
"HERE! CATCH THIS, VIKING DORKS!" Ruffnut shouted.
BANG!
"BOOM! HAHAHAHA! FIRE AND DESTRUCTION!" Tuffnut shrieked joyously.
Vald zoomed by them, laughing. "You two are definitely invited to the after-party."
To her utter disbelief, a second Bewilderbeast erupted from the sea like a mountain tearing through the waves—its hulking mass swaying water as easily as trees swayed in a storm. But Petunia didn't feel awe.
She felt betrayal or was it ...annoyance?.
That Bewilderbeast—her target, the one she'd searched for across treacherous oceans, buried caves, and scattered rumors for two long years—now stood, tusks glinting with frost, bowing to the will of that madman.
Drogo.
With a smug grin, Drogo watched chaos unfold across the battlefield: dragons shrieking, ships sinking, fire colliding with ice. He cracked his massive hammer onto the ground once more, standing over a battered Valka, who had only moments earlier secured the baby dragons in the lower caverns.
Petunia's eyes narrowed.
She knew a threat when she saw one—and she knew when words were wasted.
Without a second thought, she launched from Zephros' back, body streaming through the air like a silver arrow, riding the winds with an elegance that made her seem more spirit than flesh. Zephros veered up in a protective loop above her, roaring in defiance.
Using the air itself to slow her fall, Petunia landed without a sound, just behind Drogo.
The battlefield raged behind her—crashes of ice shards, dragons locked in combat, explosions of flame—but around her, it was like a vacuum of silence. Even the wind waited.
He hadn't noticed her yet.
She raised her arm slowly, summoning a Desert Eagle from her inventory—a relic from another world, heavy and uncomfortably familiar in her hands. From her past life, she knew how to shoot… just not very well. She'd always relied more on her wit. But this? This would do.
Up ahead, Drogo cackled as he raised his hammer high above his head, preparing to bring it down on Valka one final time.
> "The world will be under my feet, and you won't live to—"
> "See that day,ya! ya! ya !" came a soft voice behind him, mimicking his bravado with a perfect mockery of his tone.
Drogo stiffened.
He turned his head just enough to see her standing there, cool as ever, pointing a very large and very unfamiliar-looking object straight at his face. His brows furrowed, confused—
> "HMM—?"
> "Toodaloo~."
BANG!
The shot cracked across the field like thunder splitting the heavens.
For a heartbeat, nothing moved.
Then: splat.
Drogo's massive body twitched, and then slowly slumped forward, crashing to the ground like a felled tree. His head, or what remained of it, was nowhere to be found—just a vague mist of where it used to be.
Silence rippled through the Vikings, dragon riders, and dragons alike.
Petunia blinked, lowering her gun. "Well… that was exceptionally easy," she muttered, scratching the back of her head, clearly more surprised than anyone else.
Behind her, Tuffnut slowly emerged from behind a pile of dragon cages, jaw agape.
> "HOLY SHIT!" he blurted, eyes wide like saucers.
Ruffnut landed beside him, gripping her dragon's saddle and breathless with disbelief.
> "That was legendary!"
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The sky rumbled softly.
But the thunder wasn't from above—it was from beneath. A tremor rippled through the shattered glacier just as Drogo's corpse settled into the ice like a discarded relic of arrogance.
Then came the scream.
Not from man or dragon, but something deeper.
An alpha without command.
The second Bewilderbeast, the one formerly bound to Drogo's brutal will, reeled with visible madness. Its massive head jerked from side to side, tusks thrashing the sea as waves trembled before its roar. Its eyes darted, wild and erratic, seeing no master, no orders—only noise. Fear that had once kept it shackled now boiled over into confusion, panic… rage.
It charged at the White Bewilderbeast.
The sea cracked beneath their mass as both titans roared, each calling out in deep, ancient tones that echoed in the minds of every dragon present. Smaller dragons faltered in mid-air, twitching between two instincts: obey the alpha, or flee the conflict.
From the apex of the chaos, Petunia reacted instantly.
With a gust of air summoned beneath her heels, she launched herself off the ground and shot through the space between the two behemoths, a silvery blur of wind and willpower. Her white cloak billowed like a storm cloud as she hovered directly over the White Bewilderbeast's crown.
"Hold nothing back," she whispered, laying a hand gently on the icy crown of her trusted dragon companion.
In response, the White Bewilderbeast let loose a titanic stream of freezing water, a blizzard forged into a lance, the last of his strength pouring from his maw like the wrath of winter itself.
But water alone wouldn't be enough.
Petunia's eyes sparked with brilliant lightning-blue veins as she tapped into her weather manipulation, stretching her hands out wide. The storm above obeyed.
Wind howled and redirected the icy current midair—suspending the enraged Bewilderbeast in a storm-coffin of freezing solidified ice restraining ot in place.
Then, she did something impossibly bold.
Petunia leapt onto the berserk Bewilderbeast's snout.
His massive amber eye turned, focusing on the insect atop him—but her presence wasn't hostile. She moved slowly, carefully.
She knelt, placing her forehead against his scaled crown.
> Fear. Loneliness. Anger. Betrayal. Shame.
It hit her like a psychic wave. His thoughts were not words, but feelings sharpened to edges. The alpha didn't just miss Drogo—he was lost without him. Enslaved so long, he no longer understood what it meant to be free. The bindings were gone… and now he feared the emptiness.
> "Calm down."
Her voice was barely a whisper. But her thoughts echoed directly into his mind.
He thrashed beneath her, desperate to throw her off.
Spikes of ice erupted , attempting to dislodge her—
But she held firm.
> "You're afraid. I know.
I can help you.
Just… trust me
obey me!!."
Her voice softened into Old Valyrian, the ancestral tongue of dragons.
His resistance slowed.
Then: stillness.
Petunia's sub-dimensional activated. There were no glowing portals, no thunderous cracks—only silence, as the great beast vanished like a thought between heartbeats.
Gone.
The battlefield had quieted. Even the fire had stopped crackling. All around her, Vikings gaped in wordless awe, while dragons hovered in stunned formation. Toothless twitched his ear, his golden eyes trying to comprehend the event.
Valka and Vald were among the few not shocked. They'd grown used to this.
Vald leaned sideways, arms crossed on his saddle.
"Yup. That's about the level of weird I expect before breakfast," he muttered with a shrug.
Then, Petunia rose again—high into the sky, her arms outstretched.
From the storm above, a bolt of lightning forked down and struck near her—not harming her, but illuminating her silhouette in fury.
> "Drop your weapons," her voice rang, amplified unnaturally by the air itself.
"Leave this island—or you'll face pain worse than death."
There was no doubt.
Axes clattered to the ground one by one. Shields were dropped like leaves. Ships, previously ready to fire, hoisted white flags in fear.
> "It's her…" someone whispered from below.
"The Drekamær…"
"Shhh! Let's run!"
The Drekamær had spoken—and the wise obeyed.
Turning to the remaining White Bewilderbeast, she sent a final thought, gentle but firm.
> "Would you be interested in a new place… where no Viking can enter?"
The mighty creature regarded the battlefield. Then, it looked to the smaller dragons gathered beneath him—many still trembling.
Petunia's gaze followed his.
She turned her eyes toward Toothless, still perched near Hiccup.
> "There's one who could inherit your role.
You've done enough.
And the other… the one I took…
he will need a companion to teach him how to be free."
The White Bewilderbeast lowered his head—not in submission, but in agreement.
Moments later, he too disappeared into her pocket dimension, vanishing without a trace.
A hush settled over the land.
Then: a squeal.
Zephros flapped excitedly near her, wings stirring snow from the ice. Other dragons from the glacier began circling too, tails swishing with eagerness. A handful of them—a few Scauldrons, a Thunderdrum, even a grumpy Gronckle—lined up behind her like soldiers choosing their commander.
Zephros wanted to follow.
So did others.
They saw an Alpha in her .
Petunia floated back down slowly, touching ground like a ghost come to rest.
Valka watched her, arms crossed, the corner of her mouth twitching upward.
Vald leaned closer to her.
> "Think she's starting a cult," he whispered with a grin.
"A really, really cool one."
[Abyssal Black Flame Dragon seems unimpressed… Something about the battle being "mid."]
[Abyssal Black Flame Dragon quietly fumes — , he was expecting more bloodshed.]
[Abyssal Black Flame Dragon appears mildly disappointed by the peaceful resolution.]