This is just something random that popped into my head. Please read and leave reviews because I'd really like to know if this story is worth continuing.
Gobber and Hiccup tried to sneak through the darkened forest, the moonlight filtering through the leaves of the trees. Tried being the operative word, as both of them were each missing a foot and though Hiccups lighter and smaller frame made it easier to be quiet, Gobbers large bulk and mass was making it hard to conceal their current position.
"Are ye sure he went this way?" The blonde moustached blacksmith slash dragon dentist whispered to his best friends son.
"I think so…" he whispered back, eyes scanning his surroundings for the figure they had followed. Spotting the faint glow of a torch some distance through the trees his eyes narrowed in suspicion, "There!" he pointed towards the light. "The village is way back behind us and Mildews hut isn't anywhere in this direction." The auburn haired dragon trainer whispered, "So why would he be going this way so late at night?" He turned to look at Gobber in the darkness.
Gobber stared suspiciously at the glow, his thick, bushy eyebrows furrowed in thought. "I dunno, but I believe ya were right about him now, Hiccup." He glanced apologetically at Hiccup fidgeting with his prosthetic hook for a hand.
"I mean, I knew he's a bit of a weird fellow, but everyone just put it down ta him being unsociable. Ya know, not liking other people around an' all." He explained.
Hiccup smiled reassuringly at his oldest friend, "Don't forget dragons. He ESPECIALLY doesn't like the dragons around." Hiccup frowned again, "But we need some kind of proof", Hiccup said irritated. Mildews suspicious and strange behaviour of late, well more suspicious and strange than usual, over the past few days had had him on edge.
It was painfully obvious that Mildew was up to one of his tricks. He was forever trying and failing to get rid of the dragons on Berk and Stoick was no longer ever considering getting rid of the dragons as last time Mildew succeeded, the village had been left completely vulnerable and defenceless against one of its worst rivals: Alvin the Treacherous.
It had only been thanks to Hiccups rash thinking, along with Toothless and the other dragons that they had managed to defeat Alvin and leave him and his men stranded on the very same island that the dragons had been left on.
Because of this fact, Hiccup feared that Mildew would try to rid of the dragons any other way now that the Chief was not willing to give up his own dragon 'Thunder'.
And now, despite that even Stoick himself now suspected Mildew of framing the dragons, he still insisted to Hiccup that he couldn't do anything without any proof.
This is why Hiccup and Gobber found themselves trailing the older Viking so late at night. They had been closing up the forge for the night, discussing the matter when they had spotted him sneaking through the village and into the forest.
"Well then." Gobber gestured with his hook. "Let's get that proof."
With that they both continued on through the foliage, towards what they hoped were proof of Mildews betrayal. Coming upon a small clearing where the glow was coming from they heard talking and there was definitely more than one voice. In fact, there were a lot of voices, they realised. Hiccup quickly ducked behind a bush as Gobber hid behind a large tree. They glanced at each other before trying to focus on what the strangers were saying.
"This plan better work." One rough voice hissed. It sounded oddly familiar but Hiccup couldn't be sure over the other voices almost drowning it out.
"Trust me, it'll work." Drawled another smug voice loudly, they instantly recognised it as Mildew. The other voices in the clearing immediately hushed.
Both eavesdroppers listened intently. Mildew continued, "You'll get what you want, which is the dragons, and I'll get what I want, which is those blasted dragons gone!" The Viking chuckled darkly; Hiccup and Gobber looked at each other in slight alarm. 'Finally!' Hiccup thought, 'There's the evidence and with Gobber here to back it up, it should be enough.' He thought excitedly.
"Hehe, yes. The dragons..." the first voice trailed and now that the others had quieted down Hiccup recognised it! His eyes wide he looked away from Gobber and moved some leaves away just enough to see into the clearing.
He immediately felt his blood run cold.
Hiccup quickly turned back to Gobber, eyes impossibly wide and panic-stricken.
"Alvin!" He mouthed desperately.
Gobber started slightly as he realised who Hiccup had seen and quickly gestured with his hook away from the clearing, where the outcasts were still chattering, and towards the direction of the village.
Both blacksmith and apprentice slowly and as quietly as possible snuck away from their hiding places and back down the path they had come from.
Once Hiccup felt they were a safe enough distance, he released the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding and heard Gobber do the same. The scrawny Viking boy turned quickly to the older Viking. "Think that's enough proof?" he asked breathlessly.
Gobber, kept walking and nodded. "Aye. Come on! We've got to get back before and tell your father and the rest of the village before Mildew gets back or before they decide to set their plan inta action!"
Hiccup nodded mutely and moved to follow Gobber when suddenly a large meaty hand from behind him clamped tightly over his mouth as another arm circled around and pinned his arms to his sides. Before he could comprehend what was happening, he was lifted off his feet and his captor quickly moved through the trees.
Gobber, completely oblivious to what had just happened continued his thought. "Somethin' seems off with their plan though. I mean, how did they plan to get the dragons? I's not like the dragons would co-operate, eh Hiccup?"
Silence.
"Hiccup?" Gobber stopped walking and turned around to face Hiccup, only to freeze.
Hiccup wasn't there!
A knot of fear began to form in his chest as he walked back a few steps. "Hiccup! Laddie, where are ya?!" he called, hoping that Alvin and the Outcasts couldn't hear him calling. He ran/limped as he felt panic start to creep up on him.
He turned through the trees looking for the boy that was like a nephew to him. He stopped as he heard a rustling. "Hiccup?" he whispered and slowly moved to the tree and peered around it.
There, on the other side was one of the Outcasts, a desperately struggling and kicking Hiccup in his grasp, his cries for help muffled by the oafs' meaty hand. Evidently becoming frustrated by the boys useless struggling, the kidnapper gave Hiccup a rough jerk and leaned down to whisper threateningly in his ear, "you'll stop with the damn struggling if ye know what's good fer ya, Boy!" he emphasised with another jerk, Hiccups cry of pain muffled.
Gobber stepped out from behind the tree, glaring hatefully at the man before him, "and if you know what's good for you, you'll let 'im go, right now!" he spat angrily, pulling his hammer from his belt.
Quick as a flash, the hand was removed from Hiccups mouth as the outcast pulled a dagger from his own belt and held it to the boys' throat. Hiccups struggling ceased instantly and he stared at Gobber, his green eyes fearful.
"Put down that hammer."
Gobber stared, at him, his eyes hard but didn't move.
"Now!" He commanded pressing the edge of the dagger to Hiccups throat hard enough that small beads of blood began to form. Hiccup winced. Gobber let the hammer slip from his fingers and it hit the ground with a thud.
The Kidnapper grinned and Gobber growled. "Just you wait 'til I get me hand on ye! You'll wish ye'd never been born! I'll turn yer insides inte yer outsides!"
He chuckled. "Don't think so." Hiccups fear filled gaze shifted and he gasped. "Gobber…!" he cried in warning a little too late.
SMACK!
Gobber sunk to the ground with a groan, dazed. He looked up to find that the rest of the Outcasts had arrived, the one that had hit him over the head stood smirking and he moved out of the way to let Alvin into his line of sight, Mildew stood beside him looking nervous.
"He weren't supposed te be with the kid." he gestured to Gobber. The Smithy made a move to stand back up when he suddenly found himself looking at the pointy end of a sword. He glared at the tall outcasts stopping him from getting up.
"What?" Hiccup gasped still in the first ones grip. "This was all a trap?". "Of course it was." Alvin exclaimed, moving away from Gobber and towards the captive Viking boy. He smirked evily, "and it worked perfectly!"
Mildews attention snapped from Gobber to Alvin. "What! No it didn't!" He pointed at Gobber. "He wasn't supposed to go with him into the forest. It ruins the plan"
"Not fer me, it doesn't." Alvin said from beside Hiccup. He looked back to Gobber. "You can give a message to Stoick from me." He grinned. Mildews face contorted in anger. "No he can't! Nobody is supposed to know I was involved! This is not a part of our agreement!" He spat angrily. "I got you the boy! I lead him into the forest!"
"Yes." Alvin smirked maliciously. "And now I have no more use for you! Now leave!"
"But, b-but…" Mildew sputtered indignantly. "If you let him go back to the village everyone will know I was in on this. We had a deal!" Alvin pulled his sword and pointed it towards the flustered Viking. "That's not my problem. Leave with your life before I change my mind."
Mildew stared at the traitor for a few moments in shock and anger before slowly and reluctantly backing away. He then turned and ran, disappearing through the trees.
"Now," Alvin chuckled. "Back to the matter at hand." He turned back to face Hiccup and nodded to the brute still holding him.
Hiccup suddenly found himself thrown bodily to the ground. Unprepared for it, his head smacked painfully against a small rock, leaving a gash just above his right eye. His arms were roughly and painfully pulled behind his back and his wrists tied tightly together.
"HEY!" He yelled. "LET G-NNGGFHH!" A rag was forced into his mouth and another tied around his head.
Gobber lunged at the nearest Outcast in anger, punching him in the face and knocking him over. He spun around prepared to fight the rest, only to find himself tackled to the ground and pinned by four of them. He struggled desperately to break free and could only watch as another rag was tied around Hiccups eyes and he was picked up and thrown over one of the pirates shoulder.
"Let 'im go!" Gobber yelled and struggled harder.
"Relax," Alvin drawled as he kneeled in front of the trapped blacksmith. "Now, ye listen carefully 'cause yer gonna give Stoick a message for me. Ye tell 'im, that if he wants 'is boy back," he jerked his thumb towards Hiccup, "then he is ta meet me on dragon Island in four days at sunset an' he is ta come alone! If he doesn't get there in time or he doesn't come alone, I can't guarantee what'll happen te scrawny Hiccup here.Got that?" Not waiting for an answer, he promptly raised his sword and hit Gobber on the head with the large metal handle. Hard.
The last thing Gobber saw before losing consciousness, was a struggling Hiccup, bound, blindfolded and gagged being carried off by Berks most feared enemy into the engulfing darkness of the forest.
Okay peoples; let me know what ya think. Reviews are greatly appreciated, please and thank-you. Constructive criticism is welcomed.
Should I continue the story?