A/N. This is my first story on fanfiction, I hope you like it! It will get better, I promise, it's just that its late and want to get to bed...

I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes that may crop up.

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Hiccup's pov

I was going to die. I cried out for Toothless but he would never come. It was too late. All I could see was Dagur's ugly face leaning over me, his smile sick and twisted, murder in his eye. Everything had narrowed down to an single point, the world seemed to be moving in slow motion. In the back ground I could see the all of the villagers from Berk, sorrow and shock etched all over there faces, they were surrounded by berserker guards, prevented from moving by large spears. I could see Astrid and my farther Stoick in chains, side by side a the front, also surrounded by berserker guards. Astrid was trying to say somthing, shouting something I could not hear, my farther however was holding back tears.

"I love you" I thought almost crying. There were so many wasted opportunities, things that I should have done but couldn't.

I watched as Dagur's sharp boot slowly descend, he was laughing like a maniac, making the evil glint in his eye getting more pronounced.

I could tell that I was going to be the first of many hooligans going down this pit to be fed the the skullions. I didn't even need to see them to know that they were there, I could sense the dragons down there, their large purple noses drinking in the air, saliva dripping from there mouths ready for the next meal.

Then the foot made contact. I was sent tumbling over the edge of the cliff, the wind okknocked out of me, falling into the pit of expectant and bloodthirsty skullions.

I was going to die.

Toothless's pov

I paced up and down the stone den, throwing occasional glares at the men gripping the pointy rock. I was obviously unnerving them by the way they we holding their sticks and exchanging glances. I bit back a smile. Mentally I growled at myself. I couldn't smile at a place like this, it would be a sign of weakness.

All I had to do was wait for my rider to return. Simple. However I was getting impatient, he should be back by now and I needed to stretch my wings badly. If he doesn't come soon I am pretty sure that the man with the black scratches will kill me. I can tell by the look in his eye. I am pretty sure that it has been seven suns since I have first arrived down here, but time is difficult to tell when everything is dark.

Suddenly I heard a pounding of feet on the hard, cold, rock floor and I looked round to see a lot of men with pointy rock rush, past chattering excitedly. The men with pointy rocks shifted, looking slightly annoyed at there posts, like the weren't happy to be there and that they would rather be somewhere else. Something is going on and I have to find out.

Immediately I stopped my pacing and cocked my head to listen. Through the waves of different sounds I heard one that seemed familiar, in fact one that I would recognize anywhere. My rider's cry of pain.

That was the last straw. I gathered all my emotions up and into one, rolling it up into a ball of hate, anger and love and fired. The plasma blast broke through the iron bars of the stone den, sending them splintering into the distance. With ease I leapt through the hole and started to run down the winding passages flicking men with pointy rocks away with my tail easily.

No body hurts my rider.

Astrid's pov

This was the worst form of torture in the world, watching your boyfriend being beaten up by your worst enemy, and not being able to do anything about it. Somehow I had to save, I for one could not live without him if he died, and I know Stoick will be beyond sad, he will be broken. Another reason why I have to save him. I looked around, trying to formulate an escape plan. Groan, why did I have to be surrounded by so many guards? And then I got it! Almost directly in font of me on the guards belt there was a key, the exact same key that could be used to unlock my chains.

I almost laughed out loud, how stupid did they think we are? It was almost like they wanted us to escape. They hadn't even bothered to tie my hands behind my back, just tied them straight in front of me.

I wiggled forward and attempted to hook the key of the ring but failed. I groaned inwardly, I couldn't afford another mistake, Hiccup was on the ground.

I wiggled forward for a another attempt to hook the key of, this time however I managed to successfully hook it of.

I could hardly believe my luck, the guard still hasn't turned to face me, he was too engrossed in the scene unfolding before him but my luck was short lived. The click as I freed my feet sent the guard spinning round axe raised. As he brought the axe down for the kill I quickly thrust out my chained hands, successfully getting him the cut through the chains instead of flesh.

Without a moment's hesitation I leapt out of the way and ran towards the cliff, shoving a shocked Dagur out of the way, only to find it was to late. Hiccup was plummeting down to the bottom of the pit were the skullions were eagerly waiting, grinding their razor sharp teeth in anticipation.

So I did the only reasonable thing.

Jumped after him.