Hello! Oooooohhhhhooooowwwwoooo, CHAPTER 2! WHOOPIE! :D :D Okay, so, I forgot to mention this, but it takes place BEFORE the Outcasts and the Berkians make peace, so, just to clear that up. Shout-outs will be handed out the NEXT chapter. :D See you then! :D
Astrid couldn't help but glance over at Hiccup every now and then as she watched him fight off Alvin the Treacherous. She knew that she should have been focusing on her own job of taking out the Outcasts on the ships with their dragons, but she couldn't help but worry. He was her friend, and she knew that if anything happened to him, she would never forgive herself.
He had Toothless, at least, which was a bonus. The Night Fury was focusing on taking out all the other Outcast soldiers who tried to help their leader. At any time he could, he fired a plasma blast in Alvin's direction, trying to give Hiccup some extra space.
Hiccup parried with the Outcast Chief, trying to keep his weapon from flying out of his hands. It was suddenly heavy, and hard to hold onto, for what reason, he didn't know. He could only guess it was the fact he knew the kind of danger he was in; he wasn't a swordsman. He wasn't good with a blade. Yet here he was, forced to fight against someone who wanted him either dead or merged with him.
Hiccup ducked against the Outcast Chief's blow, but tumbled in the wrong direction when Alvin kicked him in the stomach. Hiccup let out a yelp, barely managing to parry with Alvin before he killed him then and there. Jumping to the side, Hiccup fought to keep his balance maintained while also trying to make sure he got out of the battle alive. He was no good to anyone dead.
"You're never getting out of this alive, Hiccup!" Alvin snarled. "And if you do, I will come back, and back, and back again until I finally have you either teamed up with me, or dead!"
Hiccup was lighter on his feet (foot, anyways) than Alvin was, which gave him a slight advantage, but that didn't change the fact that Alvin still had the upper hand of the battle. He was more experienced, stronger, and tougher than Hiccup was. One kick to the chest, and Alvin could break several of Hiccup's ribs, whereas Hiccup could hardly even wield a sword without nearly maiming himself.
"So what?" said Hiccup, ducking as Alvin's weapon swooped over his head. "Me being dead means nothing to you."
"I don't want to kill you until I have to, Hiccup!" said Alvin. "I think I can persuade you over to the side of the Outcasts. That's all it'll take, boy. A little persuading on your part, and we're over with. You can train my dragons, and spill all the secrets of Berk for the whole of Outcast Island to hear! It will be glorious, Hiccup!"
"I WILL NEVER JOIN YOU!" Hiccup yelled.
"Very well, then!" said Alvin. "If you survive this, then I'll be back soon enough." Hiccup was taken back by what he had said, so he didn't notice that Alvin had pulled his foot back. He did notice, however, when the Outcast kicked his side. As Hiccup fell to the ground with a shrill cry, he could have been certain he heard one of his ribs crack.
He screamed as yet a third kick was brought unto him. He rolled over twice, the pain becoming too much. He couldn't think about anything else; his sword had flown out of his grip, and now was who-knew-where. The pain in his ribs was blinding; when he opened his eyes, it appeared as a blurry, fuzzy, white landscape of nothing but sky. No ground, no color other than white.
Another instant later, when his sight suddenly returned to him, Alvin was standing over him, lifting his sword for the fatal blow. Hiccup just barely managed to unsheath his dagger long enough to parry with him, but he was too weak to protect himself. The dagger was easily wrenched from his hand, and Alvin stood, towering over him once more.
"Coward," he hissed. "You really are Hiccup the Useless."
With a swift arm, he brought his sword down, plunging it into Hiccup's abdomen. Instantly, he screamed. Hiccup screamed, and he couldn't stop it, no matter how hard he tried. He screamed as if there were no tomorrow (which in his case, there probably wasn't).
He felt the sickening feeling of Alvin withdrawing his blade. He could see in his mind's eye Alvin, laughing and smiling like a madman, standing over his victory, calling to his men to see his work. Of course, Hiccup didn't have much time to think about it, screaming in too much pain to care what Alvin was doing.
Toothless went absolutely bonkers at Hiccup's scream. He turned and roared, lunging towards Alvin and his rider, knocking aside all the Outcasts who so very ignorantly tried to get in the way of the dragon. No one stood between him and his rider. No one stood between the Night Fury and Hiccup. Not if Toothless could help it.
He knocked Alvin aside with his tail. He wanted to do so much more to the insane, barbarous, treacherous Chief, but the Outcast was already retreating; Toothless didn't have time to chase after him, and stay with Hiccup at the same time.
Hiccup was gasping for breath from where he laid on the ground, one of his hands gripping the ground while his other hand clutched his stomach. Toothless stood over the boy, nuzzling him gently, licking him, trying to comfort him, but to no avail.
There was one scent that was making the Night Fury crazy. It was a scent that was coming from his rider, filling the dragon's nose, almost as if it were trying to block his sinuses.
Blood. The smell of blood.
The dragon turned and growled at numerous Outcasts as they tried to approach. He leaned over Hiccup, flashing his teeth threateningly, snarling at any warrior who stepped too close. No one was going to touch Hiccup again.
No one. Not so long as Toothless was there.
