A/N: I know I read way too much into that show, but honestly? Didn't anyone else notice the way Hiccup hesitated and chewed his lip, like he was thinking it over and arguing with himself? Like, seriously, he was totally at war with himself in my book in that scene. And rightfully so!
"Wow. Thanks." Hiccup could hardly believe Mildew had just helped him. After getting the boy into this mess?
Hiccup grabbed up the key and shoved it inside his vest, running out of his cell, prosthetic clinking on the stone ground.
He just needed to get out of here…
"Wait! Take me with you!"
"What?" Hiccup turned to look at Mildew, unable to believe his ears.
"Let me make it up to ya," Mildew pleaded.
Hiccup bit his lip. He should've said no. He should've yelled at the man for getting him into this mess and now he was expected to help him?
He did just help you.
All he did was pay a debt. I owe him nothing.
You owe him your escape.
Yeah? And to whom do I owe my capture?
Hiccup, he just said, 'let me make it up to you'. That implies he plans to, right?
Wrong. He's tricking you!
Hiccup suddenly realized he was standing there, biting his lip and not moving at all.
Mildew's old eyes were fixed pleadingly on the boy, whose guilt would eat him alive if he left the man here. He couldn't. He just couldn't.
"Don't make me regret this, Mildew," he snapped, unlocking the door. But underneath the tough-cookie façade, his conscience breathed a sigh of relief.