One Year until HTTYD3 knock on wood and Hiccup’s celebrated Birthday? What better reason to break out ye olde tablet?
It’s not a leap year, the first year of Hiccup’s chieftainship, but his wife and his village will not be denied celebration, as they hadn’t for the past five years since the war ended.
Hiccup rises early that morning, his stomach unusually heavy as he presses his feet unto the cold floor, and he wonders if its twisting in anticipation of all the mead he’d have forced down his throat later.
It isn’t until he’s at the hearth, pouring boiled water over tea leaves that he’s stopped short.
This will be his first celebrated birthday without his father.
He hasn’t long to dwell on it, hands numb against a warm mug, when another presence emerges at his side, and Hiccup is startled to realize that it is also is first birthday celebrated with his mother.
A fact Valka’s also awkwardly aware of. So she approaches him first thing in the morning with something she knows they’ll both always bond over. Something just for them. Dragons.
Several months after the events of HTTYD2, Berk has recovered and Hiccup is adjusting to his new role as Chief. But just when things are looking up, a mysterious Viking with a dark secret returns to Berk. Now Hiccup must face the greatest trial of his life! But this time, he’ll have to face it alone!
We’re coming down to the wire. Only a few more chapters to go. At least there won’t be a lot of stress in them.
Fishlegs and Valka landed on the base. Astrid and the others were staring at the new dragon they brought with them. It was bright blue, with a long snout and four sets of thin hornlike appendages. It had flippers instead of legs, and a large fin tail.
“It’s a pretty dragon, but how is it going to help?” Heather asked.
“Tide Gliders are Tidal Class dragons that are rumored to have healing saliva,” he told her.
“Not rumors,” Valka spoke. “I have seen it with my own eyes.” The dragon huddled behind her as the group approached. “However, they’re very skittish dragons.”
“That’s why she didn’t want us all to come,” Fishlegs continued. “We would have scared them off if we did.”
“How’s Hiccup?” Valka question.
“Doing better, I think,” Astrid replied. “We gave him the anti-venom and Heather made a potion to give him energy.”
Valka motioned the sea dragon to follow her to the hut. Astrid was right behind them.
“If there are too many people, she might not help us,” Valka warned.
“I know,” the young Viking said, “but have to be there.”
Valka nodded, and the two women and the Tide Glider entered. Toothless was still at Hiccup’s side, and gave a low growl when he saw the new dragon.
“It’s okay, Toothless,” Astrid cooed. “This dragon’s here to help.”
The Tide Glider moved over Hiccup, sniffing him. She could tell he needed healing. Astrid pulled a small knife out of one of the drawers in the desk. Valka stared at it.
“It might be easier to cut Hiccup out of his tunic then try to take it off.”
Astrid found her place at Hiccup’s right. She would do it. She began to move the dagger carefully through the neckline, and made her was down. His chest was bruised and had cuts, though not too serious. Except for the one over his heart. Astrid had half expected it to be one of Drago’s insignias, but instead it looked like a dragon. Astrid continued to make her way over the sleeves. She cut all the way down to his wrists. With his front completely exposed, the Tide Glider lowered her head, and started to spray a light mist on the wounds. Astrid and Valka each held up one of Hiccup’s hands as well. The dragon also sprayed the minor injuries on his face.
Now for the hard part. The women lifted Hiccup half way, as slow as they could. He groaned as his body was moved. Then Astrid saw his back. She had prevented herself from looking before. It was a horrendous sight. Each lash was connected by another. She didn’t even bother with how many there were. She didn’t want to know. Astrid looked at Valka, who shared her grief. It seemed amazing that Hiccup had survived. They let the Tidal Class dragon douse over his back. Astrid hoped Valka was right about this.
“We need to bandage these,” the older spoke.
She was right. These injuries had been left uncovered for too long. Valka put wrappings around Hiccup’s torso while Astrid did his wrists. She made them as loose as she could, but tight as she had to. Thor knows he had his hands bounded far too long.
They laid Hiccup down and pulled the blankets over him again. Valka thanked the Tide Glider for her assistance, and let her fly back into the sea. The gang was outside, waiting for news.
“Well?” Snotlout questioned.
“Right now he just needs to rest,” Valka replied. It was too soon to relax just yet. But at least Hiccup was treated and safe.
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Later that night, Heather sat in front of the stables. Everyone was tired after the whole experience and had gone to bed. They had sent a Terror mail to Gobber to let him know that they had found Hiccup and were resting at Dragon’s Edge for the time being. Heather and Windshear stayed out a little longer, reminiscing. This base was the first stable home she had since her village was destroyed. It was nice to be back.
Heather had begun to make her way to her hut, when she noticed Eret sitting near the cliffs. She thought about just ignoring him, but decided to check in.
“Quite a view, huh?” Heather asked. Eret turned around and saw her. He looked as if he wasn’t expecting company.
“It is,” he answered. “This island is amazing, and I’ve only seen the base.”
Heather sat down beside him. “We had a lot of adventures living out here.”
“We?”
Oh Thor. She didn’t mean to say that.
“I stayed here too for a while. It’s kind of like a second home to me.”
“That would explain why there are six huts.” They both chuckled.
“Things changed. After we finished up here, they went back to Berk. And I, well…” She didn’t know what to say.
“You don’t have to tell me,” Eret responded. “I know what it’s like to want to keep some things to yourself.”
Heather smiled at him. He seemed to understand. They were quiet for a bit, overlooking the stars and sea.
“I’ve been meaning to thank you,” she said.
“For what?”
“For saving my life before.”
Eret grinned. “It’s no big deal.”
The two stayed out for about another hour, sharing a few other stories. As they were talking, Heather was glad to have met Eret. Underneath all that ego and muscles was a kind, loyal person. She still was not quite sure of her true feelings, but she definitely saw a friend in him.
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With some concentration, Hiccup finally found the strength to open his eyes. His vision was blurred at first, but soon came into focus. He wasn’t in a cave. He was in a wooden structure. It looked very familiar, like…
Hiccup turned when he heard a yelp. Beside him was his dragon. It was Toothless. He wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not. The Night Fury was shaking with excitement, trying to keep himself from pouncing on his Rider. Toothless nuzzled against Hiccup’s cheek, that’s when he knew he wasn’t dreaming. His dragon, his best friend, was really here.
“Hey, bud,” Hiccup lifted his arms around the dragon’s head. It strained him, but he didn’t care. Feeling Toothless’ warm, scaly hide filled him with life. He could feel a tear or two in his eyes. He was so happy to see him.
Hiccup then noticed the bandages around his wrists, as well as he wasn’t wearing his shirt. His upper body was wrapped over, covering his wounds. Someone had treated him. Hiccup forced himself to sit up, and realized he was in his room on Dragon’s Edge. How did he..?
“Hiccup?”
He looked up to see Astrid standing at the stairs. She was holding a bucket, but dropped it and ran to him. She threw her arms around his neck. She came on a little hard, but he didn’t mind. Astrid was here too. He motioned his own arms around her. They pulled away a bit, and looked into each other’s eyes. Her’s were red, she must not have gotten a lot of sleep.
“I was so worried about you,” she said.
“Well, looks like you’re still stuck with me,” he replied. She laughed a bit.
A thought popped into Hiccup’s head. Astrid looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Which meant he had been a hostage for awhile.
“How long?” he asked.
“How long what?” she responded.
“How long have I been missing?”
She didn’t answer. She averted her gaze. But Hiccup needed to know.
“Astrid, how long has it been since I was captured?” His voice was more stern this time.
“You’ve been missing for about a week.”
A week? That’s all it was? It felt so much longer.
“We brought you here yesterday to treat you. I’m just glad you’re okay.” She placed her hand on Hiccup’s face. He was glad to see her again.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“For what?”
“For putting you guys through this. I should have listened to Gobber. I never should have let—“
“Hiccup,” Astrid interrupted, “you never listen. Not to anyone. You always trust your instincts and try to see the best in people.”
Hiccup lowed his head. “Even so, I knew there was something wrong about Excellinor. Where is she?”
“You don’t have to worry about her. When we rescued you, the twins, Snotlout, and Fishlegs burned her entire fleet to ash. Beyond repair. They even torched any trees they could use. She and her goons are stranded on that island. We don’t have to worry about them for a long time.”
This was a major relief. That witch was stuck on her cursed piece of land. Hopefully he’d never have to see her again.
“We need to get back to Berk. They’re all probably—“
“Calm down,” Astrid spoke. “Gobber’s taking care of things. You’re not going anywhere until you’ve recovered.”
Hiccup huffed. Of course she was right, but he didn’t like it. The village was still dealing with the loss of one chief. They didn’t need to go through that again so soon.
“Is it bothering you?”
“Huh, what?” Hiccup quizzed.
“You’re chest. You’ve been rubbing at it.”
Hiccup looked down and realized he was rubbing at the carving on his chest. He hadn’t even noticed. Though now that he thought about it, it did bother him.
“I-it’s nothing.” He could tell she didn’t buy it. But he didn’t want to talk about it. “Where are the others?”
“They’re here. The gang, Heather, you’re mother, even Eret. Actually, we might not have found you if it wasn’t for him.”
“Really?”
Astrid told Hiccup about how Eret came up with interrogating some poachers, and how he knew about the Dragonberries. He even helped search the tunnels, as well as knew about the Triple Stryke antidote.
“Remind me to thank him later,” he said. She smiled at his remark. Seeing her smile made him feel better.
“You should get some more rest,” Astrid instructed.
Hiccup nodded. His body still ached and he was still tired. He lied back down, and felt Toothless nudge his face under his arm. Knowing his friends, his family, were on the island, made him feel calm. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Several months after the events of HTTYD2, Berk has recovered and Hiccup is adjusting to his new role as Chief. But just when things are looking up, a mysterious Viking with a dark secret returns to Berk. Now Hiccup must face the greatest trial of his life! But this time, he’ll have to face it alone!
They had been flying for almost an hour, trying to put distance between themselves and the island. Astrid was way ahead of the others. Valka tried to catch up, but the Night Fury kept a wide span. She had noticed Toothless had been glowing blue with internal fire when they escaped. Just like when he protected Hiccup from Drago’s Bewilderbeast. By now, she could tell the glow had faded.
“I think we’re far enough,” Fishlegs called out. “We should find a place to rest.”
Thankfully, they didn’t have to search long. They soon came across an island with plenty of trees for cover. Valka spotted an open area to land, she was the first. Toothless came last. Once the Night Fury had touched down, Hiccup began to slip off, but Astrid caught him. Eret came to aid and picked up the young chief.
“Snotlout, Tuffnut, your furs,” Astrid demanded. The boys were confused, but they took off their clothing and placed them on the ground against a boulder like she indicated. Eret put Hiccup down as gently as he could. Valka was horrified by the sight of her son. They all were. Hiccup was pale, bruised, and physically injured. His hands still had the cuffs on. Cloudjumper came up and unlocked them with his delicate talons. His wrists were red and raw.
“Hiccup! Hiccup!!” his mother shouted. He didn’t respond.
“I-is he?” Snotlout asked, fearing the worst.
“He’s alive,” Astrid told him. “Just in bad shape.”
She and Valka were on one side, Toothless at the other. The dragon nudged against Hiccup’s cheek, trying to wake him. This is not how anyone imagined to find him. Hiccup was always okay when they had rescued him in the past. No beatings or scrapes. That’s what the children had told her. Valka was beside herself with dread. She noticed Hiccup’s tunic was ripped and bloody on his chest. She tried to see the abrasion, when his body suddenly jolted and he screamed. She hadn’t even touched it yet.
“Wh-what’s wrong with him,” Fishlegs panicked.
Valka placed her hand on Hiccup’s forehead. He had a fever.
“He’s burning up,” she announced.
“Could it be infection from the injuries?” Heather asked.
“I don’t think so,” Eret knelt down beside Astrid. “I’ve seen this before.” Valka watched as he inspected the way Hiccup flinched and yelped. He broke out in a sweat, gasped and struggled. Eret also took notice to the torn sleeve on his right arm. The area around his forearm was red and swollen.
“This is bad,” Eret spoke. “It looks like Hiccup’s been infected with Triple Stryke venom.”
Valka’s worry got worse. She knew of that breed of Strike Class dragon. By the looks of it, Hiccup was suffering from the affects of the third tail. Enduring that was indeed torture.
“But the Stryke’s venom isn’t lethal,” she told him. “It is meant to subdue its prey.”
“That may be true, but in his condition…”
This was very, very bad. No, she couldn’t have come all this way to let her son die in her arms. She couldn’t lose him too.
“There’s an antidote for this, right?” Astrid questioned, nearly frantic.
“That’s the thing,” Eret replied, “the only cure is to make an anti-venom from a Triple Stryke. But they are incredible rare. No one really knows where to find one.”
Valka was trembling. Not even she, with all her dragon knowledge, knew where Triple Strykes lived. Things were looking hopeless again.
“Oh, we know where to find one,” Tuffnut announced. Everyone looked at him. “Have you guys forgotten about Sleuther?”
“Sleuther?” Eret and Valka spoke simultaneously.
“That’s right,” Fishlegs explained. “We saved him not too long ago. He’s on Dragon’s Edge.”
“Then we need to get there ASAP,” Astrid stated.
Eret lifted Hiccup up, and Valka saw the blood stains on the furs he was laying on. He needed treatment for his wounds. She needed to help. And she thought of something.
“I’ll meet up with you there,” she said.
“Where are you going?” Ruffnut quizzed.
“I’ve got an idea of something else that can help.”
“But you don’t even know where the Edge is,” Heather reminded her.
“Fishlegs, go with her so you can show her where to go once you’re done,” Astrid commanded.
“Oh, okay,” he agreed.
The Riders got back on their dragons, Astrid still had Hiccup ride with her.
“See you on Dragon’s Edge,” she said to them. With that, they all took off. Valka hoped she could find her target. Just one would be enough.
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Astrid had wanted to go back to the Edge, but not like this. Hiccup wanted to show his mother the base and tell the stories of their adventures out here. Instead, they came with their friend and leader in critical condition. The outline of Outpost Island was in view. Not too much longer. Astrid was worried for Hiccup. He wasn’t jerking around as much as when they had left. She didn’t know if that was good or bad.
At long last, the had returned to Dragon’s Edge. Eret, once again, carried Hiccup on his back. The others looked around. Not much had changed at their old base.
“Feels like forever since we were here,” Snotlout said, “even though it wasn’t that long ago.”
At that moment, the Night Terrors that had been their sentries began to come out, one by one. They were happy to see their human companions again, including the white one that led them.
“Smidvarg,” Tuffnut cheered. Smidvarg called out to his fellow Night Terrors, and they rose in the sky and formed a giant Night Fury, welcoming the Riders back.
“Amazing, I’ve never seen Night Terrors take the form of anything but themselves,” Eret observed.
“It’s great to seen them again, but we have more urgent matters,” Astrid reminded them. The Night Terrors came back down, and saw Hiccup unconscious. They seemed to understand something was wrong. “Snotlout, take the twins and find Sleuther. He’s usually by the base of the mountains.”
The three took off without a word. Astrid, Eret, and Heather went up to Hiccup’s hut. The Berkian lifted the door. When they left, Hiccup took most of his gadgets with him. The hut was almost empty. Just a chest on the first floor, and his table, bed, and Toothless’ stone slab on top.
“Hiccup left some blankets in the chest,” Astrid said to Heather. Her friend opened it and pull out a few sheets. She put most of them on the bed to make it more comfortable to lay on. “There’s a few more in my hut. Would you mind grabbing them for me, Heather?”
“I’m on it.” Heather left per Astrid’s request, while Eret lay Hiccup down. Astrid was at his left, Toothless at his right. She threw the remaining blanket over him to help keep him warm.
“Think he’ll pull through?” Eret asked.
“Of course he will,” she replied. This was Hiccup. No matter how bad things got for him, he was always alright in the end. Still, she rested her hand on his, hoping to offer some sort of comfort. Whether it was for herself or Hiccup, she wasn’t sure. It just seemed to help.
Heather returned with the covers, giving them to Astrid.
“Is there anything else you need to make the medicine besides the venom?” Heather turned to Eret.
“Actually yes. I need…”
Astrid wasn’t listening. She was too focused on Hiccup. She put the blankets over him. He was motionless, aside from the few shudders now and again, and his breathing had become shallow. She should have gotten Sleuther instead, it would have been faster. But she didn’t want to leave Hiccup’s side.
Was this what it was like for him? About a year ago, maybe less, Astrid fell to the Scourge of Odin. She could still remember how weak she felt. How hard it was to keep fighting. Hiccup gave her strength. Even though the dragon needed for the cure was thought to be extinct, he didn’t give up. Astrid recalled what he said to her; “I can’t imagine a world without you in it.” She felt the same way. She always had. He had to stay with them, with her.
“Got it. I’ll be back soon.” Astrid only caught a glimpse of Heather running down the stairs.
“Where’s she going?” she asked.
“To get the other ingredients to make the antidote,” Eret responded. Astrid looked back at Toothless. She saw nothing but pain in the dragon’s eyes. She understood. Toothless had been spending the last five years completely devoted to protecting Hiccup. Poor guy must have felt like he failed to do so. He positioned his head next to Hiccup’s arm.
“This wasn’t your fault, Toothless,” Astrid told him. “Don’t worry. He be back on his feet, and flying with you again in no time.” Toothless turned his gaze towards her, but soon looked away. Guess her words weren’t as much comfort as they would be coming from Hiccup.
They sat there, waiting for almost a half hour before Snotlout came in. “We got him!”
“What took you so long?” Astrid shouted. Hiccup had a few more spasms during that time and she nearly had a heart attack each time.
“Sorry,” Tuffnut called out. “Thing is, Sleuther was pretty happy to see us. So much so, he wanted to play hide-and-seek. He won.”
Despite being a former champion in dragon fights, Sleuther had a surprisingly playful nature. He was actually a lot like Toothless. Thankfully, they managed to bring the Triple Stryke up to the hut. Toothless came out, and the two shared a cheerful moment. You’d never have guessed that the first time they met they were trying to kill each other.
Eret started to approach Sleuther, when the dragon became defensive. It was hard for a dragon to trust new people, especially Strike Class dragons.
“Sleuther, please,” Astrid soothed him. “We need your venom to help Hiccup.” This got the Sleuther’s attention. He came into the hut and saw Hiccup on the bed. He became concerned. Sleuther had gotten his freedom back thanks to Hiccup and Toothless. The two dragons grunted among themselves for a minute before the triad-tailed dragon turned to the others. He came near Eret and lowered his head, telling him he would let the former Trapper take the venom.
Eret touched Sleuther’s head, and made his way to the tails. The others stepped back to give them space. The stingers unbraided themselves and Eret followed the dark brown one. He massaged the tip for a moment, which appeared to relax the dragon. Eret then squeezed it, as a orange substance poured out, into a bucket he had with him.
Just then, Heather returned with an armful of different herbs and plants. She handed some to Eret.
“It’ll still take some time to make,” he spoke, “but I’ll go as fast as I can.”
Heather came to Astrid with the rest of the foliage. “I found some herbs that can help. Incase there’s any infection from his injuries. It should give him some strength too.” Heather was well versed in alchemy and plant life. It was very handy to have her here.
“Thank you,” Astrid expressed.
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While Eret continued to work outside, Heather made her medicine in the hut. She mixed the ingredients into a fluid paste. She handed it to Astrid. “Make sure he drinks it all.”
Astrid held the bowl to Hiccup’s mouth. Heather knew it would taste bitter and he’s most likely regret it, but Hiccup needed it. Although he struggled a bit, he took it.
Heather hated seeing him like this. Hiccup was always so strong. She had never really seen him at a low point before, especially not like this. She hardly recognized him.
Not too long after, Eret finally came up with the anti-venom. “We’re not the only ones who are worried. All of our dragons, the Night Terrors and, Sleuther was it, are out there.”
Indeed they were. Some of the dragons were poking their heads inside to see what was going on. Heather understood. Hiccup had the ability to just connect with almost any dragon. She admired that about him.
“Here you go,” Eret said as he gave the mug to Astrid. Just as she moved it towards his face, Hiccup flinched again, and a shriek escaped too. Toothless yelped back. Astrid put her arms around Hiccup.
“It’s okay, Hiccup. You’re okay.” She tried to calm him down. Heather, along with Eret, watched with anxiety at this. No one should go through this. They wanted to help too, but were unsure of how.
Once Hiccup stopped, Astrid gave Hiccup the antidote. He gagged a bit, and she lowered his head back down onto the pillow. They then just stared, wondering if it worked. Some time passed and he hadn’t made any jerks or struggles.
“Guys, Fishlegs and Valka are back,” Ruffnut hollered. Heather, Astrid, and Eret ran out to see the shapes of a Gronckle and Stormcutter coming in. But there was a third dragon. Was that what Valka wanted to find? What could it do to help?
Several months after the events of HTTYD2, Berk has recovered and Hiccup is adjusting to his new role as Chief. But just when things are looking up, a mysterious Viking with a dark secret returns to Berk. Now Hiccup must face the greatest trial of his life! But this time, he’ll have to face it alone!
And now the moment we’ve all been waiting for, the rescue!
Hiccup felt at total war with his body. The burning pain draining his energy, all he wanted was to pass out. But he couldn’t. He had to keep fighting.
He had been alone for hours now, alone strapped down to a wooden plank with venom running through his veins. He was amazed with himself, that he had held on this long. But everything that had given him strength was fading. His mind was in such a blur he had nearly forgotten his friends, his mother, even Astrid and Toothless.
The only thing keeping him together was his father. He tried to find the voice he heard early that gave him hope. But all he could recall was memories. That would have to be his anchor then, to give him the drive he needed. He searched this thoughts for a time that made him feel strong, the happiest he had ever been. It wasn’t riding Toothless, or kissing Astrid. It was something that didn’t even really involve him.
He remembered sitting in a cave. Outside was ice and greenery. He was listening. Hiccup was remembering seeing his parents together, singing and dancing. It was his most prized memory. The happiest he ever felt. All his life he wanted to have a complete family. It was brief, but for a moment, he had it.
The poison’s effect struck him again, almost losing the thought. He could feel a prickle of wetness in his eyes. Not from the pain, but the recollection. It made him happy, but there was also sadness in that memory. Even so, he held onto it. He didn’t let it go.
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The Riders were hiding out on a nearby sea stack. They were just a couple hundred yards from Excellinor’s hideout. Astrid was up for what Snotlout usually suggested at times like these; charge in, dragons blazing. But it was too big a risk. They needed a plan, although none of their plans typically worked.
“We should spit into two groups,” Astrid advised. “One creates a diversion, while the other finds Hiccup.”
“If you want destruction, count on us,” Tuffnut declared, giving his sister their Thorston headbutt in agreement.
“I’m more comfortable in close combat, so I’ll help with Hiccup. I own him anyway,” Eret said.
If they were going into the interior of the island, fighting without being on a dragon was most likely. Snotlout agreed with the twins. He always wanted to ride out, burning everything to the ground. Plus, it might be safer to keep a distance. No doubt Valka would search for her son, and so would Astrid. That left Heather and Fishlegs to decide.
“I want to find Hiccup, but I feel better riding my Meatlug,” the boy said nervously.
“It’s alright Fishlegs,” Heather comforted him. “I like using my axe anyway.” Heather was almost just as skilled in hand-to-hand fighting as Astrid, so it did seem like the right choice.
“Alright,” Astrid took charge again, “go out and start blasting. Once you guys get an opening, we’ll make our move.”
The others nodded. Snotlout, Fishlegs and the twins took off for the shipyard on one side of the island. Astrid clenched her fists together. Just a little longer, and they would have Hiccup back.
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Excellinor was just about to the point of ripping her hair out. There was no way the boy could be still resisting. She wanted him to cower, beg for mercy. It never came. The runt was winning this battle. She was so tempted to slit his throat and watch the life leave his eyes. Those strong, yet gentle eyes. Just like his father’s. It made her despise him even more.
“What now, madam?” Roark asked.
That was a good question. If Excellinor tried to return to Berk with what had become of their chief, they wouldn’t surrender. He would tell them to fight. Hiccup didn’t get this far by being weak. Taking on threats like Alvin the Treacherous and Dagur the Deranged, before they went soft. Able to take on Viggo and Ryker Grimborn, she should have known better than to think this would only take a few days.
She eyed her soldier’s sword. “I’ve been too easy on him. Let’s give him something to match his missing leg.” Of course ‘giving’ meant taking.
“Which limb?” he quizzed again. Excellinor took his weapon.
“I’ll do it myself.” She was going to enjoy this.
Suddenly, the island shook. Men screaming, explosions from outside. They had found them. The Dragon Riders. Sooner than she hoped. A man came running in, telling them the news.
“I’m aware,” she snorted. “How many?”
“Three dragons. A Nightmare, a Zippleback, and a Gronckle.”
That wasn’t nearly as many as she thought would come. Why such a small number? Unless, it was a diversion. The real rescue team was already inside.
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Valka and the younger Riders made their way in. The tunnels were not high enough for flying, so they had to go on foot. By some miracle, it looked like Skullcrusher finally got a scent. They followed the Rumblehorn, hoping that this nightmare was almost over.
But they hoped a little too soon. The dragons took their defensive positions, as out of their path came Excellinor and two of her men.
“Well now,” she purred, “isn’t this something. You found us quicker than I imagined.”
“I have my sources,” Eret announced.
“It’s a shame you didn’t recognize me sooner, Son of Eret,” Excellinor teased. “Maybe this little rescue adventure would not have been needed if you had.”
Eret swerved his hand over his blade, but Astrid stopped him. The old hag was just trying to get to him, and he knew it.
Without a command, Toothless blasted at the enemy, causing them to scatter. The Riders took their chance and made a break forward.
“After them,” Excellinor shrieked. At this, Valka moved around the guards and faced the witch.
“Valka?” Astrid called out.
“Go,” Valka told them. “I’ll take care of her.” Without another word, Astrid, Heather, Eret, and their dragons continued, followed by the guards. Cloudjumper stayed with his Rider, but at a distance. He understood Valka wanted to do this alone.
“You’ll regret taking my son,” the dragon lady threatened, pointing her staff at her opponent.
“I’m surprised you care so much,” Excellinor bantered, “considering you abandoned your precious boy and husband for 20 years.”
“I did what I thought was best for them!”
“Breaking Stoick’s heart, and letting Hiccup grow up all alone? Yes, that is love.”
With her rage building, Valka thrusted herself at Excellinor.
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The three kept going down the tunnels. There were several paths, Heather was worried they might be going the wrong way. But the dragons were adamant on which way to go.
“Thugs on our tails,” Eret called back. The girls looked behind them as they ran. These guys were not going to let them find their friend.
Skullcrusher continued to lead, with Toothless close behind. The Night Fury was gaining speed. He could sense Hiccup was close.
Suddenly, Heather’s feet were tied together in a bola, and fell to the ground.
“Heather,” Astrid shouted. Eret stopped to assist her, but soon the two found themselves looking down the soldiers’ weapons.
“Astrid, go” Heather told her as she got up. She pulled out her axe and Eret drew his swords.
“But—“
“Go on! We can handle this.”
Astrid, while hesitant, pushed forward with Toothless. Skullcrusher and Windshear came to their Riders’ aid. They were close enough for Toothless to find Hiccup.
“You take the ugly one?” Eret said.
“They’re both ugly, if you ask me,” Heather joked.
Metal struck each other as the fight began to ensue. Heather took on the slightly smaller one, while Eret took the lumbering oaf. Windshear threw a few spines their way whenever she needed a bit of back up.
“What’s the matter?,” her opponent asked. “Afraid to fight without your precious lizard to back you up?”
With that, Heather threw her entire weight into her swing, narrowly missing her mark and slamming into the cavern wall. Windshear sent a blast of fire at the guard, but he used his shield to block it as it bounced back off the ceiling. It caused a large number of small rock to fall down on them. A few landed on Heather pinning her to the ground. Her attacker tossed a few bolas at Windshear that ensnared her. Things were not looking good.
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Astrid followed behind Toothless as they went on. Soon they came at a crossroad with four tunnels. Which was the right one?
“Hiccup,” she cried out. She hoped he was in ear shot. Toothless began to shriek as well. Even if he couldn’t hear Astrid, he might be able to hear his dragon’s voice.
“Hiccup!”
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Was it his imagination, or did he hear Astrid’s voice just now? Hiccup was delirious, but it sounded so real.
“Hiccup!”
It was faint, but there was no mistaking it. It was Astrid. She found him. There was also the recognizable call of a Night Fury. Hiccup tried to lift his head. A guard had come in a minute ago. Now he knew why. The Dragon Riders were here. He had to let Astrid know where he was.
“Astrid…” He could barely hear himself. And it hurt to speak.
“Quiet,” the guard ordered.
Hiccup couldn’t give up now. Not when he finally had some hope. He gathered what little strength he had, and braced himself. Yelling was going to be painful, and who knows what the guard was going to do. But he had to. He took a deep breath…
“ASTRID!”
Hiccup’s body collapsed back down, he use everything he had left in that effort. The man slapped his whip on Hiccup’s torso. It shook him, but at his angle, it was not enough to break the skin. With that, Hiccup passed out.
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“ASTRID!”
She heard it echo down the hall. Hiccup’s voice. She almost didn’t realize it was his, not hearing it in so long. Astrid and Toothless ran as fast as they could towards the call. She almost lost the dragon as they zoomed, but she was able to keep him in her eyesight.
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Heather tried to shove the rubble off herself. Excellinor’s goon raised his blade over his head for the final strike. She didn’t look away. If this was her end, she would face it head on.
Before he could bring the weapon down, Eret knocked him in the head, and threw him aside. Heather was surprised. She turned and saw he already defeated his opponent and tied him up. Eret pulled the rocks off her and offered her a hand.
“You alright?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she replied, taking his hand. “I’m fine.”
Heather cut the ropes around Windshear while Eret secured the other guard.
“Come on,” Heather said. “We got to catch up with Astrid.”
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Excellinor was a more skilled fighter than Valka had anticipated. But she still had the upper hand. Cloudjumper danced around the battle before him, making sure Valka was alright.
“I must admit,” Excellinor said as she used her spear to counter Valka’s staff, “your son doesn’t know when to give up. He’s strong.”
“He gets that from his father,” Valka remarked. She then used the staff to swish around Excellinor’s footing, causing her to lose her balance. Valka had her weapon at the witch’s throat. She was out of breath.
Valka wanted to have Cloudjumper finish off Excellinor, or to do it herself. Put an end to this traitor. But she wasn’t a killer. She lowered her staff.
“Let’s go,” she called her dragon to her and made they made their way after the others.
“Whether you save him or not, your boy’s never going to forget this. And neither will you.”
Valka tightened her grip, but ignored her. She followed the path.
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Astrid and Toothless kept going. The Night Fury was hot on his Rider’s trail. After several turns, they came across. a large metal door. It was locked from the inside. Astrid banged as hard as she could at it, shouting all the while.
“Hiccup! Hiccup!!”
Toothless fired a couple blasts, but no luck.
“Astrid!” She turned and saw Heather and Eret. Thank Thor they were okay.
“Where’s Hiccup?” Heather asked.
“Behind this door, I think,” Astrid replied.
Eret examined it. “This steel is over six inches thick. There’s no way our dragons can break through it.”
No, it couldn’t end like this. So close, yet so far. They had to get through. They had to.
Astrid then noticed it got hotter all of a sudden. She turned and saw Toothless was starting to glow. The same as the time he took on Drago’s Bewilderbeast. Valka said something about it being his Titan Wing form, but technically Toothless was too young to achieve it. He activated it out of sheer will to protect Hiccup. While he couldn’t stay that way permanently yet, he could still use it if he ever had that drive again. Nothing but the desire to protect his best friend.
Those enhanced blasts were strong enough to shatter an ice cocoon and break a Bewilderbeast’s tusk right off. If they were that close to him…
Heather never had seen this. “Uh, what is Toothless—?”
“Get down,” Eret yelled as he threw his arms over the girls to shield them; the two other dragons processed to shield them as well.
Toothless’ fire was so strong, it broke the door right off its hinges. Once the smoke cleared up a bit, Astrid ran inside. She saw another guard on the floor beside her. The incoming metal knocked him out, but he’d live.
Astrid froze when she saw Hiccup in front of her. Once she composed herself, she darted to his side. The lightning was poor, but she could tell he was in bad shape.
“Hiccup! Hiccup, can you hear me?!”
He slowly rolled his head and groaned. He was alive at least. Astrid unhitched the cuffs from the board and untied his legs. She tried to pull him up, but he yelped when she moved her hands to his back. She pulled them away, quickly noticing the blood on them. Hiccup’s blood. She felt absolute horror.
“H-help me get him up,” she cried to her friends. She and Heather each took a side and slowly lifted his shoulders, sitting him up. Astrid didn’t look at Hiccup that much. She couldn’t take in the sight at a time like this.
Valka soon came in. “Hiccup! Is he—“
“No time for that now,” Astrid cut her off. “We need to get out of here!”
Toothless abruptly called the three dragons together, and they all shot their blasts at the ceiling, creating a large hole. Sunlight poured out of it. Their escape. Astrid got on Toothless and told Eret to put Hiccup behind her. She held on with one hand to the saddle, the other on Hiccup’s, holding it around her waist.
They all took off into the light. After adjusting her sight, Astrid was stunned when she saw all the ships in the harbor on fire, beyond fixing. There were even some trees set ablaze. Snotlout, Fishlegs and the twins continued their attacks until they saw the others.
“Come, on,” Astrid commanded. “Let’s get out of here! GO!”
Several months after the events of HTTYD2, Berk has recovered and Hiccup is adjusting to his new role as Chief. But just when things are looking up, a mysterious Viking with a dark secret returns to Berk. Now Hiccup must face the greatest trial of his life! But this time, he’ll have to face it alone!
And we made it this far! You know, a scenario like this kept playing in my head, which inspired the story, especially the surprise near the end. Wow, writing this made me realized what a twisted mind I have. Anyway, I think from now on, hopefully, I will update Mondays and Fridays.
Hiccup was exhausted. His eyes were heavy, but he couldn’t sleep. Every part of his body was in pain. He couldn’t lean back, not with his recent injuries. His arms felt like they were nearly pulled from their sockets. His wrists chafed against the iron around them. No doubt they were rubbed raw by now. He could see streaks of dried blood on them. And the carved wound on his chest still ate at him. How could his first assault feel worse than the others that were still fresh?
He hated to admit it, but he could feel himself wavering. He couldn’t take much more. He was beginning to fear the others might not find him. Or worse, they weren’t looking. He shook his head. Of course they were. They wouldn’t abandon him. Not Astrid. He missed her. He missed his friends, his mother. And Toothless. He had lost track of time in this dark cavern with no sunlight. He had no idea how long he had been gone. But every minute away from his dragon, from those he loved, it was hard not to lose faith.
Hiccup tried thinking about the feeling of riding on Toothless. The wind in his hair, the sun on his face. Just being with his dragon. Holding Astrid in his arms. Anything that made him smile, to give him strength.
They’ll make it. He told himself over and over. They’ll make it. With that, Hiccup finally let his tiredness take over.
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His state of exhaustion was taking its toll. Hiccup didn’t even realize he had been taken out of the cage. He was now back in the room where it started. Where he was strapped down and cut. This time he didn’t have the strength to struggle. It still felt degrading, being on that board, but what could he do?
“Leave,” Excellinor’s voice cut through the air. Again, she was working alone. That was when she was more cruel and merciless. Hiccup could barely see her out of the corner of his right eye. One of her goons knocked him in the face before. He was almost grateful for that. He didn’t want to look at her.
“Some people think Drago’s gone,” she spoke, not looking at him. “But I know he’s still out there.”
Hiccup turned his head away. As much as he hated to admit it, he felt the same way. He saw Drago fall into the ocean, along with the Bewilderbeast, but nothing else. No body, no evidence he was dead. He hoped he was wrong, that he was being paranoid. But he couldn’t lower his guard. There was a chance that Drago would return, and he knew it.
“Imagine his joy when he learns his greatest threat is destroyed.”
“I thought you weren’t going to kill me,” Hiccup finally found his voice. It was hoarse, strained. He didn’t even recognize it as his own.
“I’m not,” Excellinor hissed, “but there’s more to destroying things than just death.” She turned again, mulling things over. She walked over to her shelves. Hiccup glanced at the contents again.
“I’m actually interested in dragons myself, but only certain ones. Scauldrons, Speed Stingers, even Razorwhips. Do you know what these dragons have in common?”
Of course he did. “They have poison.”
She grabbed a container from the top shelf filled with an orange liquid. “Very good. Of course, I would expect nothing less from the great Dragon Master.” From a drawer, she pulled a strange devise. It had a needle on the end, and a compartment built in as well.
“The Triple Stryke has always fascinated me,” she went on. “Each tail has its own unique venom.” She began to pour the liquid in the devise. “One tail numbs its prey, the second disorientates them. And the third…” She was now at Hiccup’s side, using a knife to tear a small hole in his sleeve. She then stuck the needle into his forearm. He could feel it dig into him.
After a couple minutes, an intense pain began to form in his arm. Hiccup clenched his fist as he could feel it spreading upward. He gritted through his teeth, trying not to scream.
“The third creates an agonizing burning in the blood,” Excellinor continued. “Don’t worry, it won’t kill you. But it is a very unpleasant experience.”
The poison was moving quickly. He could already feel the burning in his chest. It was getting hard to breathe. He gasped desperately, trying to keep calm. The pain was getting worse. A yelp escaped his mouth. His body wrangled, as if he was trying fight the sensation away.
Excellinor bent down over Hiccup. She moved some of his hair out of his eyes and turned his face towards her’s.
“Just give in,” she cooed, “and it all stops.”
He could feel himself slipping, like letting go. Just drifting off into permanent sleep. He began to close his eyes. Maybe he should give up. Maybe he should just…
Hiccup…
His eyes twitched. Was that…
Son, you can’t give up! You need to stay strong!
Hiccup suddenly felt a small jolt of energy in him. That voice. It couldn’t be… His father. It was definitely his dad’s voice. Was he recalling a memory? No. His dad never said those words to him like that.
Then he felt it. A large hand on his shoulder. Hiccup rolled his head, but nothing was there. But he could still feel it. He knew it anywhere; his father’s hand. He didn’t know how, or even if it was really happening, but his dad was giving him strength. How could he even let the thought of surrender enter his mind? He would not give up. He would not break.
“I’ll never give up fighting you, witch,” Hiccup bellowed with everything he had.
Excellinor straightened herself at this. She seemed shocked Hiccup was still standing up to her. She began to move away, with short, shallow breathes trying to keep her anger contained. She was pacing vigorously. She stopped at Hiccup’s left. When he swerved his head, she slapped him across, slashing his cheek with those iron nails. He could feel a trickle of blood flow down. He saw her eyes glow with rage. She had been trying to break him, but he was winning now.
She grabbed Hiccup’s neck, cutting off his already limited air supply. Her nails digging into his skin. Forcing his green eyes to meet her grey ones. “It would be so easy to kill you now, and so tempting. But I will watch you suffer, and beg for mercy!”
“N-never!”
At that moment, Excellinor’s men came in. They were surprised to see their mistress so agitated. It appeared that this did not happen very often. Not too many people showed so much defiance.
“Leave him be,” she shouted. The men stepped back. They did not want to be in her path. She twisted back towards Hiccup, gripping him again. “I was only going to let the poison stir for a few hours at most. But now, you will endure the anguish until your body gives out. And if you’re this persistent, that could take a long, long time!”
Excellinor slammed the door behind her and her guards. Hiccup was alone again, this time strapped down to a wooden board. He could sense his last bit of energy fading. He used it standing up to her. He then notice the burning had reached every nerve in his body. The adrenaline rush was gone, and the pain consumed him. It was excruciating. It ravaged even his mind, to the point he couldn’t rest.
Hiccup tried to recall his father’s voice. His touch. There was still a lingering sensation. Although, at the same time, it didn’t seem real. Was it all a hallucination? But it felt as if he did hear his dad speak directly to him.
“D-Dad?” He didn’t know why he said that. He just couldn’t think straight. Exhaustion, pain, hunger. It didn’t even feel like he was alive. Talking was all he could do to keep himself going. “Dad, stay with me. Please. Don’t leave me. Not again…”
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Just a few more hours, Valka told herself. A few more.
It was late in the night, the sky was so black and the star were starting to dim. They hadn’t stopped flying since they interrogated the poachers. No one wanted to stop now.
Valka turned back at Astrid. She was both startled and impressed by her. She had punched that thug so hard she broke his nose, and possibly his jaw. Blood stained her knitted wrappings. She couldn’t blame her. If Astrid hadn’t thrown that punch, Valka would have. Heck, she would have let Cloudjumper burn them alive. The searching, fear and anger were taking affect on all of them. They each had different perspectives, interests. They were all different. But right now, they all wanted the same thing; they wanted Hiccup back.
But Excellinor, Valka knew what she was capable of. Was searching, hoping to find him alive, pointless? No, she couldn’t think that. Stoick spent weeks searching for her when she disappeared. She wished she gave him a real chance. Then maybe, he’d still be here. The younger Riders told them Hiccup was no stranger to kidnappings. And whenever he could, Stoick would help.
He was so strong, her husband. How was he able to go through times like these? Not seeing him for weeks when he and the others were out exploring. She longed for his strength. She couldn’t give up. She wasn’t going to leave her son alone again. She was going to find him. And for the love of Thor, she was never going to let him out of her sight again.
Several months after the events of HTTYD2, Berk has recovered and Hiccup is adjusting to his new role as Chief. But just when things are looking up, a mysterious Viking with a dark secret returns to Berk. Now Hiccup must face the greatest trial of his life! But this time, he’ll have to face it alone!
Heather and Eret made their way as they entered the old structured tavern. It was a wooden entrance, but the inside was carved into the cave. It must have been an old tunnel made by Whispering Deaths, but Heather knew that there were those out there who forced dragons to do their work for them. Like how Viggo’s men had trained the Catastrophic Quakens to mine marble for his fortress. The Riders were lucky to have freed them when they did.
Heather looked around, all these men here were of the shadier, more villainous side of the archipelago and beyond. She recognized some Hunter and Outcast clothing, even rogue Berserkers. Everyone in this hall was an enemy of dragons, which made them an enemy of Berk.
“So where do we start?” she asked Eret as they sat down.
“We need to be patient and keep a low profile,” Eret told her. “Just one wrong move could set these guys off if we don’t ask the right questions.”
They sat there for fifteen minutes, checking out each of the Vikings in the place. There were some wearing clothing Heather had not seen before. She guessed these might have been men from Drago’s army. Part of her wanted to start bashing skulls together and demanding where Hiccup was. But this was not the place for that. They were surrounded by thugs, all professional dragon killers. As skilled as they were, the two of them were no match against so many.
“Here we go,” Eret finally spoke, pointing out two men who were guzzling down mugs of mead. They began to walk towards the brutes. “Let me do the talking. I know these guys.”
They must have just arrived because the pitchers in their hands were the only ones on the table. They were shouting for more. “Another!” One belched as he slammed his mug down.
“Vlad! Heinrich,” Eret called out. The men looked about for a moment before seeing Eret. They smiled and laughed as he and Heather joined them.
“Eret, son of Eret,” said the redheaded one, “We thought you were dead! Heard about some kind of skirmish with some dragon riding savages!”
“Well, Heinrich,” he answered, “I managed to get out by the skin of my teeth. But nothing the finest trapper alive can’t handle.”
Heather rolled her eyes. She had begun to forget why she didn’t like Eret at first after all the time they had spent together in the last few days. Now she remembered; he was almost as big of a braggart as Snotlout.
“Who’s the lady in the hood and metal?” the dark haired one asked. He must be Vlad.
“This is Heather,” Eret spoke. He wasn’t making much of an effort to hide their identities. “She used to be a Dragon Hunter for the Grimborn brothers before going solo.” Well, there was some truth in his story. It did make her sound ruthless.
“Her? A Hunter?” Heinrich said. “She don’t look like much.”
“Oh yeah,” Heather began. She said she would leave the talking to Eret, but she wasn’t one to take an insult. “This metal armor, made from Razorwhip scales.” The two lugs stared, wide eyed.
“Razorwhip? Really?” Vlad was amazed. “Only truly skilled hunters go after dragons like that.” Heather cocked a brow at Eret. She could be just as convincing.
“Anyway, we wanted to talk to you lot about something,” Eret said as he leaned in. The two men did as well. “We hear news that Excellinor the Witch has arrived in the archipelago, and is up to something big.”
Both men drew back, with fear creeping onto their faces. Seeing how her name affected professionals like that did not make Heather feel any better knowing she had Hiccup in her clutches.
“Eret, my friend,” Vlad said nervously, “I admire your moxie, but you know better than to mess with that old hag.”
“Oh, I’m not going to mess with her. We want to work with her. Now that Drago’s out of the picture, we need some new employment.”
The ruffians started to whisper to each other, then nodded. “Okay. Word around the islands is that she’s going after the Dragon Master. The one took Bludvist down.” Dragon Master. They were definitely talking about Hiccup. “And she plans to use her ‘specialties’ for it. Even taking him to her secret hideout.”
Yes! They had a location. Now they just needed to know where it was.
“So where is her hideout?” Eret asked. “Where can we find her?”
Heinrich chuckled. “You don’t know where it is? Then I guess she’s not interested in you. She only tells those she deems worthy.”
“Like you two?”
The men snickered at each other. They definitely knew the location. “Not a clue,” Vlad answered.
Heather reached for her axe, but Eret stood up. “Alright,” he remarked. “I see how it is. Let’s go Heather.” She looked at him in bewilderment as she followed.
“What are you doing?” she whispered. He simple waved his hand at her, and continued to walk.
“However,” Eret turned around,” would you be willing to tell us if we gave you some incentive?”
“Incentive?” Vlad questioned, sounding intrigued.
“Yes. You see, we have some very rare and valuable dragons for trade. We considered giving them to you if you knew anything, but since you don’t. I’m sure there are others interested in a small fortune.”
“Wait, wait,” Heinrich stopped him. “Maybe we do know something. But if we did, what kind of dragons are you offering?”
“Well,” Eret walked back to the table and leaned down again, “we can show you. They’re hidden on the other side of the island. Have to be careful with your goods these days.”
The men smirked as they got up to follow. With his back to them as he led, he grinned at Heather and nodded. She smiled back. Okay, the man was good, she’d admit that.
They were about halfway through the woods, right where they left their dragons, when Heather noticed Eret had his hand on the hilt of his sword. He looked at her, now was their chance.
“So where are the dragons?” Vlad inquired. There was an annoyed tone in his voice.
“I think the better question is,” Eret said, just before he and Heather drew their weapons and turned to the thugs, “where has Excellinor taken the Dragon Master?”
Both poachers were befuddled by the sudden action. The drew their own blades in retaliation. Heather felt the ground shake as a large mass fell behind her and Eret. She grinned when she saw the fear on the men’s faces.
“Lads,” Eret spoke, “meet out dragons. Skullcrusher and Windshear.” The Rumblehorn and Razorwhip growled behind their Riders.
“Y-you… you traitor,” Heinrich shouted.
“Well, when your boss tries to kill you and a dragon saves your life,” Eret replied casually. “Call it a wake up call. Now where do we find Excellinor?”
“You think we’re afraid to take you on,” Vlad retorted.
“Oh, we’re not the ones you should be afraid of,” Heather smugly replied. “They are.”
Behind the two brutes were Astrid and Valka, and the others with their dragons.
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Vlad and Heinrich were tied up. Astrid was trying to quell her desire to split their skulls to get the information they were after.
“You must be crazy trying to find Excellinor,” Vlad remarked.
“Maybe we are,” Astrid held her axe at his throat, “but you’re still going to tell us.”
“Give us one good reason why we should be more afraid of you than her?” Heinrich asked.
“I’ll give you two,” Eret joined in. “She’s the man’s fiancé, and she’s his mother. Both fierce warriors and skilled dragon experts.”
Both men seemed a bit nervous now. Astrid was going to get answers, one way or another.
“Talk! Where is he?” She was staring them in the eye. They kept their mouths shut.
Astrid slammed her axe into the tree they were bound to, between their heads. It went halfway through. She wasn’t playing games. “WHERE IS HICCUP?!”
“Astrid,” Heather called out, pulling her back. She was losing it. If this kept up, she would kill their only lead. Heather took over. The twins insisted they pull out the ol’ Thorston & Thorston, Sleuths Extraordinaire, but no one was going to let them. They didn’t have time.
“You’re not going to talk? Fine,” Heather told them. “How about this? A Razorwhip kills two ways; slowly squeezing the life out of their prey, or slices them in half.” Windshear raised her tail and extended her spines. “Who wants which?”
“Or you could be roasted alive from seven different dragon fires at once,” Valka inserted. She wasn’t about to be left out in finding her son. All the dragons took a deep breath, aiming at the men. They looked at each other with fear.
“Excellinor has a lair hidden on an island northeast of here,” Heinrich hurried. “It’s barren and has a large sea cavern on the west side. Please don’t kill us!”
They finally had a location. An actual lead. Of course it would be in the complete opposite direction from when they started. Excellinor took extreme measures to make sure she wouldn’t be found.
“Just hope your not expecting to bring him back in once piece,” Vlad snorted.
“What’s that suppose to mean?,” Astrid growled.
“Every man taken to Excellinor was left nothing more than a hallow shell. A quivering puddle. Even the toughest men were wrecks.” Vlad was messing with them, and it was getting to Astrid.
“You don’t know Hiccup. He won’t give in.” Astrid’s anger was building. Heather had her hand on her shoulder, telling her to let it go. Right now they had to find Hiccup. They began to walk away when…
“Whatever life you expected to have with him, it’s gone.” Oh Thor…
With every ounce of strength she had, Astrid threw her fist at Vlad as hard as she could.
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Hiccup fell to the ground, trying to force down the urge to scream in pain. He could feel wetness on his back, and he knew it wasn’t sweat.
Excellinor’s latest attempt break him involved a whip. At first, they strung him up by his shackles, his feet dangling off the ground. After a few blows, they undid the chains and let him drop. Now it didn’t seem to matter what he did. Whenever he tried to get up, he got the whip. When he tried to stay down, he got some brute’s boot. He could taste the blood in his mouth.
“This kid doesn’t know when to quit, does he?” one of his beaters said. All Hiccup had to do was surrender, give in, and they would stop. He didn’t say a word. He took each whipping, kick, and punch they threw at him.
“He can’t go on forever,” Excellinor sneered. Hiccup could tell she was losing her patience. He could use that. Wait for an opportunity to make his move. Or it could make things worse for him.
“I admit,” she hissed as she crouched down, “you’re stronger than I thought. You’d make your father proud. But everyone has a breaking point. You can’t keep this up.”
Hiccup was still lingering on that part about his dad. It seemed the more annoyed she got with him, she’d bring up Stoick. The old Chief definitely had gotten under her skin. Somehow, this encouraged Hiccup to keep holding on.
“I’m not giving up yet,” Hiccup gasped out. He was more tired than he let on. Not only was he taking beatings and torture everyday, he hadn’t been sleeping either. It wasn’t just because sleeping in a small cell on rock solid ground was uncomfortable. His nightmares were getting worse. He could barely rest for five minutes. They had also stopped giving him the little food he got.
Excellinor grunted, and stomped on Hiccup’s back. The force on his strained and exposed skin was intense. He was back flat on the ground, trying to dig his fingers into the rock.
Once she lifted her foot, Hiccup struggled to pull himself up. Suddenly, he felt three more strikes on his back. How many was that now? Ten? Fifteen? He must be a pretty sorry sight by now. After everything he endured since being captured. But he couldn’t appear weak. He had to keep fighting.
“Put him back,” she ordered. The guard pulled him to his feet, but the one with the whip took one more crack at him. He was enjoying Hiccup’s pain. “Enough!” He curled back.
“I’ll have you know I was taking it easy on you,” she gritted through her teeth as she gripped Hiccup’s neck. What part of this was easy? “But now, I am going show you exactly why people fear me!”
Her men dragged him back into the cage, and locked the door. Whatever was coming next, he had to be ready.
Several months after the events of HTTYD2, Berk has recovered and Hiccup is adjusting to his new role as Chief. But just when things are looking up, a mysterious Viking with a dark secret returns to Berk. Now Hiccup must face the greatest trial of his life! But this time, he’ll have to face it alone!
This chapter has a bit of Heatret, or Heather X Eret, in it. Not really in a romantic way, but bonding. For those who are not fans, sorry, but I am!
Everyone was quiet. They all sat around the fire to keep warm against the cold air. Normally there would be loud chatter, but not now. Everyone was worried about Hiccup, including the dragons. They were resting, but they did not sleep. This was like a nightmare they couldn’t wake up from.
Heather hated to see her friends this way. When it was her, they would do all they could to make her feel better. She had to try to do the same thing.
“This is Hiccup, guys,” she spoke in a calming tone. “No matter how bad things get, he’s always okay. Who knows? Maybe he found a way to escape and is on his way back to Berk.”
Heather’s words didn’t sound that encouraging, even to her. Why was this kidnapping so much worse than the other times? Well for one thing, those times Hiccup was wanted alive. It didn’t seem like the case now.
“Heather, we know what you’re trying to do, but just don’t. Giving others hope isn’t your strong suit.” Snotlout might as well as tried to hit her with a bludgeon. That could have been said so much better.
Heather picked up her axe and went into the woods.
“Heather,” Astrid called out.
“I’m just going to get more firewood,” Heather replied, though she did not turn around. Now she needed to be alone.
She kept walking until she could barely see the fire light. She chopped up a few logs, but didn’t return right away. Heather thought about all she had lost in her life. Her home, foster parents, everything she knew. She couldn’t stand the thought of losing anyone again. Hiccup had always been such a good friend to her. He was patient, understanding, and helped her whenever she needed it. He was like a brother to her. Heather sat down and looked at her horn. Their fathers were friends. This was the one thing she had that connected her to her origins. A gift from Berk. Her new family.
Heather heard something behind her, a twig snapping. She grabbed her axe and stood up. She turned to find Eret behind her, holding his arms up in surprise.
“No need to strike,” he shouted, “I just wanted to see how you were doing!”
Heather lowered her weapon and took a deep breath. She wasn’t doing well. She sat back down on a fallen tree, looking at the ground. Eret sat down next to her.
“I know I’m the last one you want to talk to, but if you need to say something, you can.”
“Well, I am a bit surprised you were the one who followed me out here,” Heather stated. Eret let out a small chuckle and shrugged. They were both quiet after that.
“What Snotlout said was uncalled for,” he said at last.
“But he’s right,” Heather voiced. “The last thing anyone excepts from me is hope.”
“Why do you say that?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got time.”
Heather paused for a bit. She took a deep breath. Guess it was time to tell Eret about her past. Her tragic past. All the loneliness and misery she had been through. She started with being separated from her birth family, how she met the Dragon Riders, then losing the only home and family she knew. Spending years preparing for revenge only to learn that the man who destroyed everything she had was her own brother. She also told him about spying on the Dragon Hunters, even about Dagur’s change of heart. That was all Heather could say at that point.
“Whoa,” that was all Eret could say at first. “You really haven’t had it easy, to say the least.”
“That’s why I’m here now,” Heather continued. “Hiccup, Astrid, all of them. They took me in. They’re like family to me. I can’t let anything happen to them. I can’t lose anyone I care about ever again.”
Eret placed his hand on her shoulder. She found it somewhat comforting. Telling him her history was easier than she had thought it would be.
“So, why aren’t you living on Berk now?” he asked. “Are you living with your brother?”
Heather went silent again. She pulled her shoulder away. She still wasn’t ready to explain everything.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. You really had a hard life. Though I must say, it’s impressive you worked undercover for so long. You’re strong.”
She blushed. “It’s kind of why I was so cold towards you before,” Heather went on. “Spending so much time with those Hunters…”
“Well the difference in being a trapper than a hunter is that you want the dragons alive,” Eret clarified. “Besides, I was never one for all that brutal weaponry. Just ropes, nets, and my bare hands.”
“That explains the scars.”
They two of them snickered, finding themselves more and more relaxed with each other.
“I guess I just assumed Hunters and Trappers traveled in the same circle.”
“No, we’re actually… different.” Eret voice was trailing off, as though he had thought of something.
“What is it?” Heather asked.
“Same circle… Heather, you’re a genius,” Eret exclaimed as he stood up. “Come on!”
They ran back to the campsite. When they got there, they were out of breath.
“Guys, I think I know how we can find out where Excellinor took Hiccup,” Eret proclaimed.
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Excellinor was pacing back and forth in her chamber. She was frustrated. Hiccup was holding up longer than she had excepted. He was just as stubborn as his father. And every time she looked him in the eye; those green eyes… The whole thing was infuriating. But she wouldn’t stop. She wanted to watch him suffer. She wasn’t out of tactics yet.
A knock came from the door. “Enter,” she said, trying to sound in control. It was her second-in-command, Roark. He had the updates she requests.
“How’s Baldr?”
“Locked up, like you told me. He’ll think twice before disobeying you again, madam.”
Excellinor kept her back at him. She was thinking. She needed to break Hiccup’s spirit before those Dragon Riders found them. Even if they had hidden his scent, it wouldn’t last forever. And his people were loyal; they wouldn’t abandon him, even if he wasn’t their chief.
“What do we do with the boy?” Roark asked.
“We continue with our process,” she replied. “We won’t stop until he’s defeated.”
“Why not just kill him?”
“Killing is one thing, Roark, but when his people see what we have reduced him to, Berk will have no choice but to surrender.”
“What then? What will you do with him?”
“I have a plan for him. A fate worse than death. There is a slave trade to the east. Hiccup will spend whatever remains of his life in the captivity of others.”
If there was one thing a Viking feared, it was enslavement. No freedom, it would be the ultimate suffering. Never again would the boy enjoy being on the back of his precious dragon. Excellinor would see to it personally. By the time she was finished with him, the brave Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, the great Dragon Master, will only be a memory.
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After flying all night and morning, the Riders finally reached their destination; an island not too far out from the archipelago. Eret remembered this place all too well. It was a tavern island used for hunters and trappers alike. Anyone who captured dragons or sold illegally. If anyone knew anything about Excellinor’s location or what she was up to, it was here.
“We need to be careful,” Eret advised. “If anyone gets wind of Dragon Riders, our chances of finding Hiccup are lost.”
“So we can’t bring our dragons,” Astrid said as she analyzed the situation. They would need to be quick, and not draw attention to themselves. Which meant they would have to send only one party. A small one.
“I know my fair share of people here who might help. I’ll go,” announced Eret, ready to move.
“You can’t go in there by yourself,” Fishlegs warned. “What if they know you’re not a Trapper anymore? What if you need backup?”
“I’ll go with him,” Heather suddenly said. Everyone looked at her a bit surprised at her decision.
“Haven’t you spent enough time with this muscle head?” Snotlout asked. Instead of an annoyed eye roll, Heather pulled up her hood to slightly hide her identity.
“Don’t forget, Snotlout,” she told him, “I have been on that side too. You guys will be easily recognized as Riders.”
“But what if they know you’re not actually a Hunter, but only spied on them?” Fishlegs questions were not helping.
“They won’t know me,” Valka suggested. “I’ve always worn my armor and mask.”
“The things they talk about in there, it would get to you in less than five minutes,” Eret had a point. It was so easy for her to get frustrated when she heard how some would take pleasure in hurting dragons. “But you don’t have to come with me, Heather.”
“I’m afraid you can’t stop me,” Heather said with a slightly smug look on her face. He smiled back at her.
“Be careful, you two,” Astrid encouraged. “We don’t need to waste time with another rescue.”
“Just be ready for a quick escape or interrogation,” Eret responded.
With that, he and Heather mounted their dragons and flew to the side of the island covered in a thick layer of trees for Skullcrusher and Windshear to hide in. They made their way to the entrance of the main building, trying not to draw attention to themselves.
Just hang in there a little long, Chief, Eret thought to himself. We’ll find you, and bring you home.
Several months after the events of HTTYD2, Berk has recovered and Hiccup is adjusting to his new role as Chief. But just when things are looking up, a mysterious Viking with a dark secret returns to Berk. Now Hiccup must face the greatest trial of his life! But this time, he’ll have to face it alone!
Previous chapters: Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5
So looks like this is going to be longer than 10 chapters, but I don’t want to make them too long. Anyway, here’s a new post!
Hiccup was sitting alone in his cell. It was an old dragon cage, the same kind the Dragon Hunters used. He had an idea that they were somehow connected to Drago when Hiccup first saw Eret’s mark. He’d seen it before, and now his suspicions were confirmed. Great…
With his hands still bound together, Hiccup made a motion for the new wound on his chest. He rubbed it through his shirt, not wanting to completely feel it. It still burned. Excellinor told him she dipped the dagger in a potion she created to antagonize the experience. It hurt more when he pressed at it. He pulled his hands away, seeing the blood on them. It hadn’t made any progress in healing. Hiccup knew it would leave a scar. A permanent reminder of what had happened, and what was to come.
She wanted to break him, but he wasn’t about to. He had faced danger and life threatening situations before. This was just another one. It was going to be a trial, but he would endure. If he gave in, what would happen to his friends? To the village? The dragons?
No, Hiccup had to be strong. All he needed to do was last until the Riders found him. They always did. They’d never abandon him. It might take time, but he would make it.
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Astrid held on tight to the Dragon Blade in her hand, and on the handles of the saddle. Her mind was racing. Her heart flustered. Why was she so tense? Hiccup had been kidnapped before. He joked it was a second hobby after dragon training. Either way, she never felt like this before.
Maybe it was that he was taken by Drago’s army. Or maybe from what Gobber said. Before they left, he told them why Stoick wanted to banish Excellinor. Trying to kill Hiccup when he was just an infant? How could anyone be so cruel? And what Eret told them about what she did for Drago; torture. Gobber was right, she was a cold-hearted wrench. When Astrid found her…
*roars*
“Whoa, sorry Toothless.” Astrid lost focus and started to sway the Night Fury. He grunted back. Flying with him was different than flying Stormfly. She needed to focus on her foot work.
They finally saw a small island in front of them, and Skullcrusher was aiming for it.
“They must be there,” Eret shouted. They all gave their dragons a nudge to push forward.
Once they got closer, they saw just how small it was. It almost didn’t seem like an island. Maybe the length of one of the Red Death’s wings, possibly less. But there was barely anything there. Not even places to hide.
“Are we sure Hiccup’s down there?” Ruffnut asked.
“That’s what Skullcrusher says,” the muscular man responded.
Once they landed, they gave a quick glance around. Nothing. Soon Toothless made his way over a few yards and found Hiccup’s gear. He was here, but not anymore by the looks of it.
“They must have used these to lure us here,” Valka stated. She picked up one of the arm guards, just staring at it.
“But why would they want us here?” Fishlegs asked nervously.
“As part of their plan to keep us away,” Heather answered. They had spent more that a day getting to this spot, a waste of time.
“Well we can’t stop now,” Astrid asserted. She held the blade back up to Skullcrusher’s nose. He sniffed around, but did not roar out. Like he hadn’t got any scent. Astrid tried again, this time with Hiccup’s gear they found. Again, nothing. Like Hiccup never existed.
“What’s going on?” Astrid began to panic. “Why isn’t he getting anything?”
No one had the answer. Rumblehorns are the best trackers in the world. How could this be happening?
“Oh, yuck” Snotlout suddenly shrieked. “I stepped in some weird stuff!” He tried to wipe it off, but it stuck.
“Is it gross?” Tuffnut sounded excited. “Quick, put it on me!”
Eret bent down to the pink glob on the ground. He swiped some up on his fingers to examine it. He inhaled the faint aroma, then tasted it.
“This is bad,” he spoke out. “Dragonberries.”
“What are dragonberries?” Astrid questioned.
“It’s the only thing in the world tracking dragons can’t smell. Sometimes Trappers, including myself, would use them to mask their scents. It lasts for days.”
Everyones’ faces were filled with grimace. Except Tuff, who was thinking.
“Ever notice we name a lot of plants after dragons?” the twin asked. “Dragon Nip, Dragon Root…” The others just ignored him.
“Th-then how do we find Hiccup?” Fishlegs wanted to know.
“I’m not sure…” Eret had dread in his voice.
They had no clue where Hiccup was, or how to find him. Things were looking very, very bleak.
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“Get up! Let’s go!”
Hiccup rolled over, rubbing his eyes. He must have fallen asleep. He was hoping that this was all a dream, and he was back on Berk with everyone. But alas, it was the other way around.
The guard place a tray with a mug of water and a piece of bread in front of the cage. Well, if they were feeding him, they did want him alive. Just barely. Hiccup hadn’t eaten the morning he was taken, so needless to say he was starving and thirsty. He did not want to give into his captors though either, so he drank the water and took only one bite of the bread. It soothed his pallet and made him feel a little better with something in his stomach.
Just as soon as Hiccup pushed the tray away from the bars, the guard unlocked them and pulled him out. Hiccup tried to put up some fight, but he was still tired from the day before. At least, he thought it was a day. There was no natural light in the tunnels, so he couldn’t tell how much time had passed.
They took him to a different room this time. It was bigger, with a tide pool in it. Hiccup couldn’t see the bottom that well, so it must be somewhat deep. And there was something in it. Something swimming around. He couldn’t tell if it was a sea dragon or a shark. but it was big. He was hoping it was a dragon, but seeing how people like these guys “trained” them, a shark might be better. Excellinor was already inside, waiting.
“Slept well, I trust?” she said as though she was toying with him. Hiccup didn’t respond. “The silent treatment, is it? Well let’s see how long you hold up.”
Excellent pulled out a dull chain, which almost looked burned. She attached one end to his cuffs. The other, a large dead fish.
“Before you ask,” she said, “no, we’re not making you bait. I have something else in mind.”
She threw a separate fish into the water, floating. But not for too long. Two heads popped up, tearing it in half. Hiccup recognized them. A Seashocker. He saw the sparks fly as it bit down on its prey. He was getting an idea of what he would face now.
“If this is electrocution, been there” Hiccup snarked. He had been struck by lightning a few years ago. It left him with a bizarre, curvy scar on his right arm. The twins had tried to get their own but never did, thank Thor. Hiccup knew that lightning from a dragon wasn’t as powerful as it was raw.
“So he speaks already,” Excellinor purred. “Well, I’m aware of your previous Thor-powered experience. Word on your adventures gets around, but I have done my own research, and you know what I discovered?” She leaned in, close enough for Hiccup to see her wrinkles. “I found that different metals effect a lightning’s charge. The chain around your wrists is highly conductive, making it stronger.”
Hiccup bit his lip. He was not going to like this. Excellinor threw the baited end of the chain into the water, and waited. The anticipation was excruciating. Before anyone could speak, the chain caught a charge, and went up to Hiccup’s wrists. He didn’t scream, but it took all he had not to. To endure the shocks. They occasionally weakened a bit, from the two heads fighting over the fish. Other times it got very intense. Finally, it stopped. Hiccup collapsed to his knees and inhaled deeply. He could feel his hair stand on end more so than normal. The cuffs were smoking a little, and burned on his hands from the heat that the metal built up.
“Well?” Excellinor was at Hiccup’s side, bending over.
“That all you got?” Hiccup panted. He may have been down, but he was not out. The old woman grunted as she stood up. She began to speak to her men, but Hiccup couldn’t hear what they were saying. They were whispering, and he had become dizzy and lightheaded from the Seashocker’s attack.
“Keep an eye on him,” Excellinor boomed as she exited the room. The men looked at each other, then to the young man before them. The broader one kicked Hiccup in the side, knocking him off his hands and knees.
“This is a waste of time,” he shouted. “We should just get rid of him now.”
“But Excellinor said—“
“I don’t care what that witch says. This isn’t worth our time.”
Before Hiccup could do anything, the guard threw him into the pool. It was sea water, ice cold. It’s freezing temperature woke him out of his daze, as the salt burned into his injuries. Now that he was in, he could tell the chamber was at least fifteen feet deep. As Hiccup tried to reach the surface, a burly hand shoved him down under. He struggled to free himself, but the hold was too tight. At this rate, Hiccup would drown. He completed forgot there was a sea dragon in there with him. Thankfully it never went for him. Probably too surprised by its sudden guest.
He must have been under for almost five minutes. Just as his vision started to fade, the grip on Hiccup’s head was gone, and he was pulled to out of the water. He gasped for air, turning to see what happened. Excellinor was back with another guard, who knocked out his attacker, while the other one from before stood behind him.
“Take him to the hold,” Excellinor commanded. “Let’s see what a few days in solitary will do to this mutineer.”
The third man dragged the unconscious one away. Excellinor took a deep breath, possibly to control her temper. She nodded at the remaining guard, who picked Hiccup up. He was still choking on sea water.
“This was not what was suppose to happen.” Her voice went cold. “I’ll let you off easy this one time, but don’t get used to it.”
She stroked Hiccup’s cheek with her iron fingernails, causing him to retract his face away. He couldn’t stand the way she toyed with him.
“Put him back in his cell.”
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Valka squinted her eyes in the darkness. The sun was gone and the moon was high in the night sky. It was a crescent moon, so there wasn’t a lot of light. They had been flying for over a day straight after their discovery on the small island. Valka could hear the groaning of the other Riders and their dragons. They were exhausted.
“Come on, you guys,” Astrid called out. “This is no time for slacking.” She was the only one who didn’t want to stop. She and Toothless were not tired, at least not enough for a break.
“Astrid,” Heather spoke, “we’ve been searching for days, and the dragons are ready to plummet. I think we should rest for a bit.”
It was hard to see where Astrid was, since she was riding a Night Fury, but the nearly invisible black figure stopped in front of her.
“We can’t stop! Hiccup is out there, alone with that… that witch! We have to keep going!” Valka could feel the tension in Astrid’s voice. She wasn’t about to abandon him.
“Astrid, please. We’re all worried. We want to find him as much as you do, but we’re no use to anyone with dragons on the brink of exhaustion.”
“No! we—“
“Astrid,” Valka finally spoke, “Heather’s right. The dragons… They need to rest. Otherwise…” There was no chance of saving Hiccup. No one needed to say that to know it was true. “There’s an island near by, with food and water. We’ll stop there for a few hours, then get back to searching.”
Astrid was quiet, but eventually nodded her head in agreement. Valka knew how she felt. She didn’t want to stop either, but the dragons had been flying for so long.
Valka prayed that Hiccup was alright. That they would find him in time. Now more than ever, she wanted her son in her arms.
