I know I lied. There was no trial. Only torture, mayhem and death. Well, anyway enough spoilers. Let's get on with the writing. Though I do hope that you all are enjoying the fanfic, and to kept those comments coming through. Really does help me out.

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Chapter 2

Hiccup didn't believe it. It was so stupid. Sure, it was one mistake out of many, but it was that bad that Hiccup was thrown into jail. Was it? However after hiccup overheard a few guards talk about his punishment, talking about him committing treason. Which is completely stupid, I mean I made a tiny mistake, nothing too big.

It was like that for two days, he was just left in the jail on his own island about to be executed for some stupid mistake.

And final after a week in that cell, they finally took him out. Only to be thrown into the plaza, looking at a mob of his tribe looking at hiccup like he was the plague.

However, it didn't stay that way, with the tribe from order of the chief. With the instruction given by his father (well ex-father now,) the tribe made a line and were holding weapons just looking at hiccup. And with the flip of a finger by the chief, One by one, the tribe moved forward. Weapon in hand slowly making it to hiccup. Some would just use hands to break finger, hands and feet. Some used blunt weapons to just cause more pain, but some went further and brought swords and axes to chop some of hiccup limbs off.

However, instead of feeling immense pain. He felt nothing, not a thing. Hiccup could hear his bones snap, skin split with blood gushing out, but he couldn't feel anything. It seemed the Viking didn't notice though.

When it came to Gobber, the Ingrids, Gothi and even Astrid to come up and strike Hiccup. They didn't. Hiccup could tell that Gobber, Gothi and the Ingrid family wouldn't because they knew it was wrong. Though when looking at Astrid, he could see her face. The expression she gave off. She just wanted to leave, this whole thing was just beneath her. However after awhile some of the villages, started to shout at them. Thankfully, Stoick didn't bother them about it and them off the hook.

An hour later it was done, every villager apart from the Ingrid, Gobber, Gothi, and Astrid had beaten, broken and mangled Hiccup to a pulp. Well they thought they had anyway.

Stoick walked up to his ex-son and with a voice void of any emotion, "Any last words traitor." However, there was nothing to say, Hiccup never believed he's fath- Ah I mean Stoick, as Hiccup said nothing and just glared at Stoick. "Nothing to say excellent".

Stoick took out a knife, it being razor sharp made quick work of hiccup flesh and with one flick. Hiccup was no-more.

It was done. Hiccup now lay dead. He's blood leaking onto the ground. But no one wept, no one said a word as they picked his lifeless carcass and took him to the boat. He died like a traitor. He would be buried like a traitor.

They floated adrift until they were near the borderlines of Outcast Island. They tied a piece of metal on Hiccup's foot and threw him over the ship where he sunk to the bottom. As soon as the deed was done, they left not giving any care for the deceased and not wanting to get in a fight with the outcast now.

However, they should have known. You can't kill one of Odin's favourite creation. However, instead of Odin killing all who tried to kill hiccup, he would thank them instead, next time he saw him. For Stoick, gave Odin, the gods and goddess one of their Generals with only two more to go.

** Asgard **

Chaos. Everywhere you looked in Asgard, there was chaos. The Gods were all concerned over the fact that Hiccup just died. Some even thinking he wouldn't come back, other wanting to take revenge on Berk. However, there was more in favour with keeping them alive. However, all of their worries were for nothing. When they saw that Hiccup's hand was moving and it wasn't the current. It was finally time.

** Somewhere in Outcast water's **

The body of hiccup was moving. Anyone from Berk would say it was just the current. But no, the body was moving opposite way to the current. Making the only thing possible... Hiccup was alive.

The gods themselves saw it too, and when the young hiccup stopped, finally waking up from his conscious the gods got to work in helping hiccup out. And help they did.

A bright white beam of pure light shot down from the sky, through the sea and straight through hiccup's body. It was slowly changing him, making age slower, giving him the strength of ten men and the speed off a hundred. Lastly the gift of life. However, when the light faded away, another beam come down onto hiccup, this being, pure darkness. Hence giving him the gift of death. Though that was not it. No there was something else hiccup would receive. A gift so strong, that only a direct family member can handle it. The gift over dragons. With that done, all the gods could do was wait.

A few seconds later, Hiccup eyes shot open, he was alive but different. He was sad that his own tribe would do that to him. He felt completely alone just floated around with no one, but most of all he was angry. Then other emotion come to rise, he felt powerful and strong.

Hiccup began to look around, started to realise he was deep underwater but he felt calm. Suddenly a white and black mist slowly surrounded him, and after a while, the mist had engulfed hiccup completely. However, when the mist finally subsided. Hiccup was still there just different as in looks. His normal attire had changed to un-earthly amour.

Light leather boots as black as night, reaching to just below his knee while the rest of his legs was covered by light leather and a chest plate. The mask was the scariest though, it was a simple hood but what was truly scary, was the fact you couldn't see through the hood. It was just darkness added to the colour of the armor, it was like he was death itself. However lastly was a white leather coat reaching to his boots as bright as the sun

He had leather gauntlets but hidden in both gloves were triple wrist claws that could extend or retract with a flick of a wrist. He also had a miniaturized crossbow on the left arm capable of shooting a single bolt at high speeds.

In addition to the ghostly amour Hiccup now wore, he also had two small swords on his back. One colored red, the other blue. He also had a black longsword made from ebony equipped to his side and like his old self, he carried knives but now he carried twenty razor-sharp throwing knives.

Hiccup now done with looking at his new clothes. Quickly swam to the top of the water and finding a nearby island, made way for it.

He felt weird. He remembered how cold Berk used to feel but here on a remote island, did he feel happy but he could also feel someone or something was here as well.

But the Gods in Asgard did, and they couldn't wait till when was ready to hear the truth for once.

The island looked like it had been never visited but somehow Hiccup felt strange like somewhere on this island there was something for him. He had been on the island for two days now and that strange pull was still there. Getting closer every day.

Hiccup couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten. First coming back alive after his neck being slit, feeling powerful, gotten cool armor and weapons and not only finding a Nightfury. One of the rarest and dangerous dragons known to Viking culture. He actually befriended and tamed a Nightfury.