Author'snote: Sorry to be such a pain! But i felt as though my chapters were a bit too short! i have put some chapters together so i think they story might make more sense now and...yeah the chapters will be slightly longer! 132 viewers! WOW! That is amazing! I am so grateful for all of the views and i would really appreciate it if you could leave a review on future chapters and what you think should, or might happen next! Again I am so sorry for the inconvenience I have caused by editing my story so much!

So, basically, Astrid and Hiccup are...having some trouble coping with the situation at hand! This chapter isn't my best! But it is my first story on so please don't leave any rude or mean comments! Thank you so much for reading this and I promise to update regularly and finish fanfics before beginning new ones!

Chapter 1 (hiccup)

The boat ride is taking forever. My arms ache from rowing the oars and I can see that everyone else is having similar thoughts. "Wait" I hear a voice from the back of the boat say. It's Astrid. She gets up and walks to the front of our special made "Viking long-boat" for the journey. She says "that's it, that's Beasts Bounty". Every one stops rowing and gets up with excitement. I decide to join in. But I get caught in the blur of black, red, blue and green clothes that rush past me. I seem to get pushed to the back without even realising. Luckily, being 18 I am not the runt of our village anymore.

I pear over the shoulders of the Viking In front of me and I see an island, on it, looks like a big hill that's been dumped in the water, but as we come closer I see that it's not a hill at all, it's a cave, a dragons, cave.

We never rode our dragons here because whatever is in that cave, would know we were coming. So instead, we have had to make a three-week journey on boat. It would have taken us a lot longer if Astrid had not known how to get here. To be honest, I'm not sure how she knows.

Fishlegs, Astrid, and I, are the last to get off of the boat. I help Astrid down since she is a considerable amount shorter than everyone else here, plus, we are going out now, so I thought it seemed fitting.

Once Fishlegs is off, we start walking down a rocky, thin pathway, it's strange because it's almost as if it was specially made for humans such as us, to walk down. To our death? I don't know.

I glance at Astrid as she walks beside me down the rocky path. She looks troubled, almost sad, scared maybe. I have never seen Astrid scared, or troubled, or, maybe she is just really good at hiding it. She is breathing heavily, I can tell there is definitely something wrong. So as any good person would, I ask. "Astrid? Are, are you…okay?" she looks at me, her expression staying the same. She looks at me for a few seconds, and looks back down. "I, I'm, fine" she says, her voice is shaky, unstable. So I venture another question "Are you sure? Because you don't look, or sound fine?" She sighs. "I just, know something". I don't mean to, but I give her a questioned look, not meaning to hurt her, but I can see it in her face. "What?" is all I can seem to get out of my mouth. I feel awful as soon as I say it, she is clearly distraught, and I am definitely not helping her, I should be comforting her not questioning her. She just shakes her head and takes a deep breath as a reply. I look back down at my feet, and shake my own head. What I want to know is: why can't she answer? What is she hiding from me? Is she hiding something from everyone here? Is she trying to hide something from herself?

I open my mouth to say something, even though I'm not sure what that would be. But I am stopped by a fellow Viking shouting. It's my dad. He is the chief, of Berk. I am still standing with Astrid and Fishlegs at the near back of the crowd of Vikings. Most of us have stubborn looks, or even some angry looks on their faces. But not Astrid, she looks as troubled, if not more, than before. And not me, I am troubled and curious and suspicious, of what is going on in that girl's mind.

When we finally reach the mouth of the cave, my dad calls Astrid and myself over to him. As we walk through the crowd of Vikings, I begin to see Astrid's eyes almost welling up. I have never seen Astrid cry. I don't think many people have.

My dad splits us up in to groups, he suggests that Astrid and I go as a group. So we follow his orders. I can't take this any longer… I need to know what's going on with her.

Astrid and I are in the cave, nothing suspicious so far, just lots of rocks hanging from the ceiling and sometimes it becomes a bit like a maze, with dead ends. We have been walking in silence. It must have been at least a half hour. So I say "if you won't tell me what's going on with you… how I can trust that you are on our side?" this gets her attention. She stops with a jolt, I am now 2 or 3 feet in front of her. She glares at me as if looks could kill. I glare back. "What are you trying to say, Hiccup?" she asks. Her voice even more shaking, as if she is really fighting back tears of some sort. But no, I can't feel sorry for her, I won't. "I'm saying…if you have some information, and you're not telling me…how do I know, It's not information on who – or what – ever lives on this damn island!" I feel as if I am shouting now. I think Astrid does too. I can see it in her eyes. Her sky blue eyes that mesmerised me ever since we first rode on toothless together. I miss toothless. He is on Berk with Stormfly and Hookfang… and all the other dragons.

Astrid is still staring at me, usually if I start shouting or I get mad for some un apparent reason, she punches me in the stomach or something. But this time, Astrid isn't being Astrid…

"Well?" I say. Making sure my voice is softer, deeper, this time. "Well…" she says. Nods. Turns around. Wipes her cheek with the palm of her hand. And walks in the other direction, out of the cave. I've really done it this time.

"Astrid!" I call after her.

I don't know what I was expecting. For her to call back? For her to come back into the cave saying "Sorry, I couldn't hear you, what was that?"

I feel as though I should just leave her alone and I should just go through the rest of the cave, making sure there are no, Hideous Zipplebacks or…Any Screaming deaths around.

But…just to be safe, I decide it's a better idea to slump onto a rock and think about how depressing my life is.

I sit on the rock inside the cave for what feels like ages. Probably only an hour or so. When I hear the horn signalling that it's time to return to the meeting place, I put my head in my hands, shake it all out and fight the urge to shrivel up and die.

I walk back along the pathway, with my hands in my pockets, my head down. I scuff my boots on the ground as I walk, but somehow it only takes me twenty minutes to get back to the meeting place.

I hope to the Gods Astrid is there.

I look around heads, over shoulders and under branches for Astrid. Nowhere to be seen.

I walk over to my dad as casually as possible, clear my throat, and say "hey dad, um you wouldn't happen to know where a girl with braided, golden hair and blue eyes went, would you?" he laughs. "Good one son, seriously though. Where is Astrid? I didn't see you walking back with her? Everything okay?" I shudder. Ohh no… where is she… oh man this is all my fault. Yikes. What am I going to tell my dad? I take a deep breath, swallow and say "Um, well, I was actually being serious dad. I don't know where she is…" I see my father's face turn from a frown, to a scowl. He's mad, not with Astrid, with me, for losing her. "Do you mean to tell me, you have lost, my future daughter in law?" he stands up a little straighter. He is very protective over Astrid. I don't know why. It's not like she can't handle herself or something. "Um, well, um, kind of?" he just stares down at me. I look at my shoes and feel him grabbing my arm, dragging me somewhere. I know where though. I don't even need to wonder.

We wander around the place for hours looking for her. The rest of the Vikings are looking for Astrid elsewhere. When we are alone, he stops, looks me in the eye, and says "Hiccup, I want you to know, that it's not your fault…entirely…"

"well, it's a start…" I reply. Rolling my eyes.

"Stoick!" we hear an unidentifiable voice from not too far away. My dad's eyes narrow, as if he is hunting for prey. We run toward the yelps and screeches and shouts. When we get there, all hell breaks loose. "Stoick! / Chief something's wrong! / Ahhhhhh!/ We found her! /stoick look at this!"

My dad looks at me, worried. I shake my head and we run towards the sound of chaos.

"what in the name of Oden is going on?!" my father yells as the Vikings all back away, revealing giant scratch marks on the ground, presumably a dragons work.

Then, a short, middle aged lady – Gothi – steps forward. She has something in her hands. Its Astrid's axe.

If Astrid is weapon less against say, a dragon…she has, no chance… I hate to even think it…but it's true, and it was me. I did that. I made her mad.

A man steps forward next. He puts his hand on my shoulder, gives me and my dad a sympathizing look, and hands me something. It's the satchel Astrid was carrying over her shoulder with a map, some charcoal, and a blue/purple polished geode with red/orange fragments embedded in it.

The geode reminds me of her. Her eyes so dark that they could be mistaken for purple in a certain light. Her personality so, feisty like the red embodiments, not many of them, but they are so pure that they stand out from the rest. But they do not take away from the beauty of the blue, calm, positive, and amazing.

My dad looks down, as if grieving her. And says "by the look of this situation, my conclusion is, Astrid has been kidnapped. And we are going to get her back." The Vikings cheer and hug each other. My dad puts a hand firmly on my back and whispers "don't worry son, I'll do whatever it takes, to get her back to you." I almost start to cry myself. I can't bear this. I say "dad, can I talk to you? Alone?" he looks at me, as if he is really sad and nods ever so slightly.

He walks me to a nearby rock. A big one. We hide behind it while I tell him the whole story. Everything I said and likewise with Astrid. I also mentioned how it's all my fault. How I yelled and she couldn't even bear to look at me.

Once I have finished the story, my dad looks at me, and says "I'm sorry, son."

"dad?" I ask, just as my father is about to leave for the other Vikings.

"Yes son?"

"what, if, I, can't find her? What happens then?"

"I will not let a single soul leave this island until she is found, Hiccup. I cant afford for you to loose her, for myself to loose her, and I don't wish to be the one who has to tell her uncle. They are the only family each other have left."

My eyes widen, and I smile a little.

"we shall leave at dawn" my father nods as he speaks, in agreement with him self.

I frown. "No"

He stops nodding, and looks me, right in the eye. "what?"

"im leaving now" I reply proudly.

I nod to him and turn on my heels. As I walk I pick up Astrids axe and satchel, I also make sure I have my blade hidden up my sleeve.

"you get back here boy! Do you know, how many dragons will be roming this island this time of night?"

He's right, it's dark now, and most of the dragons that live here will be feeding. But it's a risk im willing to take.

"oi! Stoick! Hiccup where are ye goin'?"gobber hobbles towards me and I have no option but to stop.

"I am going-" I'm cut off by my dads voice bellowing.

"he is going to his grave! That's where he is goin'!"

Gobber rolls his eyes. "now Hiccup, we have talked about this. Eighteen is not a grave appropriate age! Maybe when you are older though-"

"gobber, shut yer gob" my father cuts in and gobber does as he is told.

I turn around once more "good night Gobber, Dad."

Gobber waves with his good arm "nighty night Hiccup! Dinnae forget to brush yer toothy pegs!"

I keep walking, sigh and shake my head.

When I reach the beginning of Blood Shed Forest, there is no light in the sky, not even the moon to guide my way.