Hiccup watched as they forced Toothless onto the cart. He oddly felt something familiar about the scene. Then it hit him, he had seen it before.
The scene changed in his eyes. He was no longer in the forest, he was in the arena. All the sounds, emotions, felt the exact same; the shouts of the people, the roars of his best friend, and the pit in his stomach. That terrible feeling of emptiness swirled inside of him.
Both images flashed in front of him; the sight of Toothless being chained to the cart, the sight of him being contained on the ship about to face certain death. He hoped it would all end at that, all of his problems. Yet, here he was again. Only this time, it wasn't a giant dragon. This was the end of the world.
No
Hiccup was not going to face that again. He ran for his first friend. He ran for the tail he cut off, the lives spared that day in the woods with the ropes cut, the friendship created in an undiscovered cove, the wings that both had made for themselves. He ran for every tumble they made along the way, every singed bit of hair he got after his first successful flight. He ran for the knowledge that empowered them both when they learned that neither were as bad as was rumored, the act of "betrayal" to people who had never considered him to be one of them in the first place, the heartbreak he faced when his family no longer was exactly that, the realization that all along, they had built a family for themselves. He ran for the chances they both took, the dragon defeated, the acceptance of both sides, the leg lost in the end on his part. Most of all, with that leg, he ran for his brother.
He ran for it all, but was held back. Held back by the people who once considered him to be nothing, a disgrace, a traitor.
He could only watch as his brother was pulled away. The scene so familiar in his head that it began to hurt.
A plan began to form in his head. His brother wasn't going to be sent away, not this time.