A/N: Sorry, I really was going to update yesterday, but, its actually a funny story, revolving around the fact that I, am an idiot.
I really love to swing and listen to music, and because I write on my I-pod, I was like well why not combine all three? Listening to music, swinging and writing? Worked really great for about five minutes, but unfortunately, my swing set is like fourteen years old and the swing broke, I was up really high, fourteen-ten feet and I landed flat on my back and head. Yeah, I'm fine beyond a couple bruises, my I-pod survived swimming in the sand to! Yeah, so moral of the story: dont try and write well you swing. :) Now we can all laugh at my stupidity. ;)
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Astrid POV:
"Chief! Chief!" I yell throwing open the doors to the house. Stoick sits at the table, looking over a map, after hearing me he looks up.
"What is it lass?"
"DagurtookHiccupthenhestabbedhimIaskedDaguraboutitwhatdowedoknowIdontthinkhe'sdead." I say without taking a breath.
Stoick pauses, "What?"
"I was looking for Hiccup, and I found a Berserker boat. I left before trailing it, Dagur said he stabbed Hiccup. I can't find him anywhere and I think he really did sir." I say and Stoick's face pales.
"No. He must have been lying. Prepare the other riders." Stoick commands walking past me.
"What! Why?" I demand.
Stoick turns to me, "Were taking the whole fleet, and getting back my son." He says and continues down the path.
But what if Hiccup isn't even there? We need another search party, and looks like I'm going to have to pull a Hiccup and go behind Stoick's back...again.
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Hiccup POV:
After slipping in and out of consciousness for a few days I finally manage to grasp enough energy to stand, Jhon and Erete have checked on me several times, Jhon replacing the bandages and making sure I stayed put.
I however, hate being bed ridden. Hate it.
But, Jhon has appeared to accept his wild theory that I'm not my dads son. Until I hear the words, "Yes, you really aren't my birth son." Or something along those lines, I refuse to believe that.
The boat creaks the ocean anything but restless, a perfectly calm day. One to steal a row boat and sail to Berserk to get back Toothless.
I'm just lacking the whole, mental will power thing. I force myself to prop up on my elbows before getting to my feet slowly. Groaning softly with the effort, I sway forward and put my hand on the wall before I do a not so graceful face plant.
The boat lurches suddenly and my fingers dig into the wood of the wall trying to not to slip to my back, I really dont think I'd manage to get myself back up. With one hand wound around my middle the other gripping the walls I reach the door.
I stare at the lock, it's just a simple one, not super hard to break. I glance around myself looking for a lock picker, blankets, blanket, blankets-Odins ghost, are they selling blankets!? Medical supplies and...nothing. That's seriously everything in the room!
I release the wall and grip the bridge of my nose is frustration. A sudden squeak catches my attention, my peg leg! Looking down at the metal, I smirk slightly. Releasing my middle, I lean down momentarily pausing at the sudden pain and notice a glint of metal on my belt.
Really? I grab the dagger from off my belt surprised it made it through, Dagur the ocean and these guys. It's like they didn't see it, well I'm not one to give up on a streak of good luck.
I shove the blade into the lock and twist it pushing it up. After a few seconds, the lock clicks, the door swinging open. I nearly fall forward but manage to regain my balance at the last second.
I lift out my hands for balance, the pain gradually numbing. After taking a few steps I manage to balance better, I will admit, I never really got my sea legs. Pathetic since I live on an island, in the middle of nowhere.
I walk forward and after coming across no resistance I decide everyone must be on deck.
I place the dagger on my belt again and walk forward to the hatch. As soon as my hand touches the ladder a growl sounds out. My heart skips a beat, placing the voice, a Night Fury. There is only one I know of: Toothless!
Spinning around I look back at the Night Fury happily eyeing me. I grin and rush forward to the cage putting my hand out. Less than a second passes before I feel the cold scales press into mine.
I release a breath and look at Toothless, other than looking very grouchy for the last few days he's fine. His saddle and tailfin still on to. I grab my dagger from off my belt and pull my hand away from Toothless's. "We're gonna get out of here bud." I assure. Toothless purrs in agreement and I shove the lock into the green metal.
After a few seconds the metal groans but pops. Yup, super glad Gobber had me work on locks for a few months when I was fourteen.
Toothless leaps out of the cage smashing into me. I laugh softly shoving his head away as his tongue starts to lick me like crazy. "Toothless! You know this doesn't wash out." I groan and toss the spit back at him.
He gives me his gummy smile before his eyes narrow. I force myself into a sitting position and Toothless sniffs my chest looking up at me and whines softly. "I'm alright." I assure. Am I?
I get to my foot and look over at Toothless's tailfin. Other than a little ripped its still in perfectly fine working order.
I climb onto his back and click my foot into place. "Whatya say we get out of here, bud?" I ask. Toothless growls in agreement.
A low whistle sounds before the top of the hatch is blasted open. Toothless leaps into the air and I click the tailfin, ducking as he zooms up the entrance blasting into the air.
"DRAGON LOSE!" A voice yells before several heads snap in our direction.
Toothless roars and I scan around us, groaning softly as I see were in a port. A huge mass of ships surrounding a small circle. Well exiting this will be hard, but not impossible...hopefully.
Toothless dives out of the way of a catapult and I lean left dodging several arrows. "Come on, lets just flip tail and run." I say to Toothless wincing as he whips around extremely fast.
"DO NOT LET THAT THING ESCAPE!" A voice roars.
"Blasted catapults it has a rider!" Another one points out. After that the arrows and nets pick up speed. Toothless is fast, breaks the speed of sound without a droplet of sweat but its a lot to dodge and deal with.
A bola hits his tailfins and I curse softly, "Toothless were going down!" I yell the dock arrives to soon, as soon as Toothless hits the wood, I'm thrown from his saddle rolling several times.
I sit up shaking my head and swaying slightly hearing the sound of several crossbows being locked. Toothless growls warningly at the people moving next to me. A staff is slammed into the ground next to me and I jump, scrambling to my feet in seconds.
"Who is this?" A voice demands. I follow the staff up to a man, nearly as tall as my father, with long black dreadlocks at a prosthetic arm.
"Well, that would be, Hiccup," Erete says behind me. "not sure who his pet is."
"Why is he here." The man demands sending me a look of distaste.
"Well as you could see we were trying to leave." I argue, wishing I was silent at his glare.
"Come on, Drago! He's injured, we were just going to ship him back to Berk once he was full health, don't want the chiefs son to be dead ay?" Erete asks.
Drago's gaze snaps back to me, brown eyes baring down as if he can see my soul. "This, is Stoick's son?" He asks and I dont hear it but no answer si given and I assume Erete nodded.
"Yes." Erete says and I hear footsteps before he shoves through the mass of Dragon Hunters next to me, pushing several crossbows to the side.
Drago scans me for another second eyes lingering on my growling shadow before he stares into my eyes. I rip away from his gaze looking down at the wooden planks. Well, this should end pleasently.
"Hicc-up." Drago repeats softer.
"He bares the scar. And a stab wound, for the love of Thor child how are you still standing!?" Erete demands. I shrug and put a hand on Toothless's head, bracing myself to run.
"Stand down." Drago commands. The crossbows and swords pull away abruptly and I watch Drago's feet get closer. Oh, good, he's going to stab me himself!
Instead I freeze in shock as a arm is placed heavily on my shoulder, fingers tracing something, I look up at Drago in shock before he pulls away. "My son has come home!" He yells.
I take a step back in shock and stumble into Toothless. No. No. No. I am not this crazy mans son! Why does everyone keep saying that!?
There's a small empty silence before cheers ring up through the crowd along with an unnatural amount of hats/ helmets.
Toothless looks at me questionably and I return the stare. I dont know what's going on, I dont really want to believe it either. Yet, some part of me wants to think its true.
A/N: I hope that wasn't to out of character, well obviously as this goes on, Drago is going to change. Yeah beyond this and the ending I'm dry. So if you want to offer suggestions of father/son bonding stuff I am open! :)
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