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I sat bolt upright, panicking. My shoulder burned and my back ached. Cloth tangled around me as I thrashed in an effort to sit up straight. Where was I?

My vision blurred with the after effects of sleeping, freaking me out even more. I breathed heavily, my heart tapping out a jumpy staccato beat. My face was slick with sweat and I shuddered as a wave of heat rolled through me. I tried to slow my breathing, slightly confused. I couldn't even remember what had transpired up until this point.

I quickly rubbed the sleep from my eyes, trying to get a decent look at my surroundings, trying to figure out a decent means of escape. I was in a small, makeshift bed off to the side of a tiny room, wearing clothes that were a bit big for me, my own nowhere I could see. The white woolen folds of the shirt I had hung loose from my slender frame, making it slightly awkward to move around. My right shoulder and left arm were wrapped in stiff white bandages, and all the blood and mud from earlier were gone. I was now very confused.

There were no guards, no locks, no restraining measures. Nothing to make this seem like some sort of cell. It didn't feel like I was being treated like a prisoner.

My stomach growled obnoxiously loudly and I immediately stiffened, suddenly realizing that I couldn't even remember the last time I had eaten. To put it simply, I was ravenous.

I took in the homely, rustic furnishings of the petite hut I was in, hoping to find something worth eating. The wall hangings were mostly depictions of dragons, and especially of terrible terrors. I gave an involuntary shudder, a twinge of muffled pain coming from deep in my shoulder. So it'd probably be best not to move my arm so much then.

I methodically rubbed it, rolling it slowly under my fingers until it spasmed and caused me to gasp with pain. I pushed back the bandages to reveal a deep bite mark, traveling from the nape of my neck to my ribs. It was scabbed over, with no more bleeding. I stared at it, incredulous. It was almost completely healed.

I jumped as heard a voice outside the door, immediately back on edge. Someone was speaking a seemingly one-sided conversation. I mentally made note of all the ways I could get out of the house, the shuttered skylight, possibly the chimney. The door was unlikely since I'd have to get past whoever was outside.

Escape was imperative, but without knowing where I was or how to get away, it would be useless. I rolled out of the bed and padded up softly to the door, trying to glean information from the stranger's muffled monologue. I flinched as something heavily crunched up on the roof. Probably snow, I decided. The floor felt cold and uninviting under my bare feet.

"...no, she's not a Beser..." I heard. "I think it's abou...Is she awake yet?" I listened closer, hoping to maybe find something useful in what the person was saying. "Oh, never mind", they continued, and their voice grew stronger, as if they were coming near. "some halibut and bread. I guess we'll see." I sprang back from the door in panic, realizing that they were coming in. Now would be a good time to make an exit. I spun around and sprinted towards the skylight, but tripped over the hem of a thick wool carpet, sprawling on the floor. The door creaked open, and I immediately recognized the person there. It was the boy on the dragon.

He stared at me in a rather surprised way, mouth slightly agape. A hunched, silver-haired old woman and the huge black dragon stood behind him, eyeing me intensely. I panicked and scrambled to my feet, throwing open the skylight, intending to hop up and out to the ground below. I grabbed the frame, stuck my foot up on it, and tried to hoist myself up. My injured arm screamed in protest.

The boy snapped out of his dazed stupor. "Wait!" He shouted. I did not.

He grabbed the back of my shirt and I turned around to face him, my bottom now seated in the skylight's frame. I tried to push him off, keeping his body an arm's distance away from mine. He grabbed my foot to stop me from kicking at him, and once more tried to tell me to stop."Don't go out the-Augh!"I leaned back heavily, lifting him with my feet and pushing him over me and out the opening of the skylight.

We tumbled onto the hard wooden patio outside, trying to extricate ourselves from each other's holds, his around my middle and mine around his head. His hand flew up in my face, and I unceremoniously elbowed him wherever I could. There were no rules to this type of fighting.

We rolled over and over the deck, grunting in exertion, neither able to fully subdue the other. We tumbled around once again, with him finally coming out on top. He got a good look at my face as I gritted my teeth and once more flipped him over me with my feet, the last desperate move that I held up my sleeve. He held fast to my shirt front, vehemently refusing to let go. I began to feel like the tumbling fight would never end.

But then there was no more ground to fight on.

Hiccup's POV

We streaked through the sky, wheeling about like birds with broken wings, unable to direct our plunging, spiraled flight. Gothi's hut grew rapidly smaller above us and I yelled for Toothless to catch us. The girl clenched my shoulders tightly as we fell, her nails digging into my flesh. Her eyes were shut and she was screaming as we flew downward. Unfortunately, I was probably screaming more.

Toothless shrieked as he sliced towards us, fish and bread streaming from his saddlebag. He flapped madly, each stroke closing the remaining distance between us and him. His eyes flashed in alarm as we dropped closer and closer to the ground, his speed increasing as Berk drew up to meet us. The pain in my shoulders eased somewhat. The girl had stopped screaming, seemingly realizing there was no use in it, and simply stared at me, terror-stricken.

Toothless was struggling to keep up. We were too close to Berk for a clean save. He folded his wings to his sides and clenched the girl's shoulder, pulling us to him and away from Berk's back cliff face. She shrieked in pain and scrabbled at his talons in desperation, letting go of me as she did.

Time seemed to slow as we reached the last small stretch of the sky. Toothless's eyes widened as he gave a panicked screech, desperately reaching for me with his wing. He wrapped his other around the girl, shielding her from the impending collision with the ocean. I grasped the bottom of his wing membrane, pulling myself closer to his body, but it was too late, we were too close to the water. He cinched his wing around the top half of my body, but left my legs sticking out awkwardly. I shut my eyes.

Oh Thor.

Then we hit the water.