Q: He's still doing this stupid and pointless story that doesn't have anything to do with HTTYD?

A: Yes. But this story is related to HTTYD.

Blood is blood, but death is not death.

Fortylle

"Ngh…" I mutter, getting up from the mass of rubble that I am on. The rocks around me feel cold, but the stuff below me are… what are they? They smell, too… I can't see properly. There's not enough light. I'll get myself into trouble if I move without caution.

"Ngh…" I struggle to get up as the pile below me shifts slightly, causing me to lose balance and skid off the pile. My hand tries to latch onto something, but nothing comes into contact as I fall wordlessly downwards.

Bah. This is nothing. Outcast island had me done worse than this. A little fall is nothing. I straighten my legs and arms as I look for the ground- and there it is.

My hands reach out immediately, landing on the also soft ground below I immediately register the coldness of this rock. Where am I? Is this cave someplace underneath the one that we killed the Nadder in? My mind is aching…

"Oi!" someone swears from behind me. I spin around, registering another human in the rubble.

"Trigon?" I ask, frowning at his exploits. "Why are you in there?"

"I don't know, alright?!" he says, pulling himself out in vain as he tries to escape the massive jumble of soft items piled up into a hill. "We were killing that Nadder one moment, and then the next thing I know, I'm in a cave with human bodies piled up on me!"

"Piled- what?!" I ask, squinting frantically, looking at the pile with what little light there is. Sure enough, there's an arm, there's a head, and… and… what? No. Those can't be. But it's right in front of me. A human arm, sticking out from the massive pile of… bodies… I reach out and touch the hand, jerking back immediately, but all it does is flop there uselessly. I touch it again, and I can feel its coldness and… lifelessness.

"Oh, no," I whisper, backing away from the hand. "Oh, no, no, no."

"Hey, Fortylle!" Trigon yells, cutting my rushing thoughts off. "Can you get me out of here first?!"

"Uh, sure!" I say, regaining my senses and grabbing his own outstretched hands- which are much stronger than the ones of the deceased. I shudder at the thought. He comes out sliding, landing on the soft ground as well.

"I couldn't believe it as well, but look at it!" he says, not bothering to wait for me to ask. He points to a hand, then to a shoulder blade, then to a leg. "This place is full of people who died here. And it's as creepy as hell."

"Then let's get out of here!" I shriek, trying hard to stay calm. "Wait… Where's Fyrver and the others?"

We both look at the huge pile stacked above our heads in unity, knowing what is in there, but not really wanting to venture in. I'm about to vomit myself, too.

"No way…" Trigon says, squinting above. "They'd have heard us already if they were in here."

"What if they're- they're so deep inside that they can't get out?" I whimper, looking around for any sources of light. Surely, the only one is the light emitting from the far side of the room, but it doesn't look like a room. It looks like…

"Holy shit!" Trigon yells, pointing to something above. "LOOK OUT!"

Trigon forcefully pulls me out of the way as a human torso, disconnected from all its other parts, falls out from the pile and lands onto the ground where I was standing just moments ago.

I turn away from the horrible sight, facing the rock wall in horror. My mind rushes with every possible thought of how this could have happened, but nothing comes to meet logic.

"Where did all of these- these- people come from?" I ask, not turning away from the wall.

"I dunno," Trigon says, clearly shaken from the event. "But there are so many dead people here. Were they killed all by the Nadder?"

I look at the ripped body parts, and the hand that still sticks out eerily.

"Then that means we're right under the Nadder's cave," I muse, looking for anything to think of lest I hyperventilate. "But the ceiling's shut. And the cave collapsed when we killed it, right?"

"I hope your theory is wrong," Trigon mutters. "But it doesn't look like it."

This place is a place where humans died. And piled up senselessly. Like a catacomb, but without the burial. And what's worse, it's a place that we have no knowledge of. Neither Berk nor Outcast Island had anything like this before. And someone had to have built this cave.

"Gotcha," Trigon says from a distance not far from behind me. "Found a torch around here."

Instantly, light blossoms from behind me, and I turn around- to my incredulous shock.

The whole cave is a cylinder-like room, with the human bodies packed and piled up incredibly high to the ceiling, which lies nothing but rock, and there is no indication that it has ever cracked in the first place. Beyond the pile of bodies lie a door, but before the door-

"A pool," Trigon whispers, his face going pale. "A pool of blood."

A pool of blood flows under the door, with only a few steps leading from it down towards the hell below. Floating on top of the blood, are more body organs, and- and- a head. A girl's head. A head severed from the rest of the body, a head whose eyes are still open and screaming in horror.

I turn towards the wall again, sinking onto the soft ground below me, closing my eyes and hoping all of this is just a bad, bad, dream.

"This is not real," I whimper to myself. "This is not real."

I want to close my eyes, and when I open again, even in Outcast Island, things would be better than this. I don't want to stay here anymore. I can't see all these corpses and their… their leftovers. That's what they all are, right? And I could become one of them in a moment's mistake. And the pool… it must have taken so many bodies to fill that up… no wonder the pile was completely cold. It was drained of blood. All of them.

I think of Fyrver and Haston. They were with us. If they're not here, then they're somewhere else. Maybe they made it out before us. It would have been hard to see us under what little light there was… maybe they've all gone.

But where?

I muster what little courage I have and turn around again to face Trigon.

"Let's get out of here," I say, nodding towards the door. I try to avoid looking at anything else but it. "At least we might find something outside."

"Alright," he agrees, setting around the pile and walking towards the pool. There lies more body parts, and I accidentally trip on an arm. A human arm… and he's holding something. A small paddle.

I let out a small shriek, something that Fyrver would have surely cringed at. I'm like a big sister to him, and if I do something wrong, he will be sure to follow. Or let me know that I did something wrong. But where is he?

"Looks like we're in luck," Trigon says, pointing to a huge wooden raft hiding by the pool's walls. "Someone's made it through and made a raft."

"It's almost as if they're waiting for us to get in," I whisper, grabbing the paddle from the arm and holding it to Trigon. "Here."

"Nuh-uh," he says, shaking his head, his long blonde hair flying everywhere. "Don't know how to."

"You don't?" I sigh, clutching the paddle tightly. Where the arm had held it, there is a small stain of blood. I slide my hands away from it quickly.

"Yeah, and you're older," he points out. "Ladies first."

I throw him a glare, lifting my feet and stepping onto the raft gingerly. It sinks slightly at my weight, but it looks strong enough to support us both.

As Trigon makes his way down as well, I can't help but notice that he's shaking. I'm one of the oldest among the group here. Well, in Berk. I have to be a good leader, even if I don't want to be one. I don't want to screw up again, like I have before.

But yet, I cannot help but see Trigon looking at me hopefully, as if he knows that I know what to do.

Breathing in loudly, I begin to paddle. I only have to crouch slightly in order to move my way through the mass of blood and water, but it's more than enough to smell the stench of blood and decomposing bodies. I see a floating knee and knock it aside before it comes in contact with the boat.

"Take it easy…" I whisper to myself, hoping Trigon will not hear me. "Left, right, left, right…"

Suddenly, a huge lurch from under the boat causes me to shriek and drop the paddle.

"Shit! There's something below the water!" Trigon yells, pointing to a shadowy figure below.

"I know!" I say, reaching for the paddle- but it has gone out of my sight. I watch in horror as the figure nears us, closer and closer, before-

"I got it!" Trigon yells, snagging the paddle out of the blood, his arm coming up with the murky substance covering him. "Here!"

I paddle furiously, making sure to gain more and more distance from the shadowy figure. Behind me, the figure seems to be holding a… knife.

"Fuck off!" I hear Trigon yell, batting at the underwater figure with his torch. The knife descends, but the figure continues chasing.

"Almost there!" I declare, shoving at the water with as much force as I can, until the harbour is within grasping reach-

Suddenly, a huge lurch pulls the raft back, causing the door to be out of reach once again, and I turn around to finally see the chasing creature.

It is a human, but a shining human, glowing eerily red, holding up a very, very, human knife. But there's something strange about the humanoid form; there are wings, deep-blue, bloodstained wings coming from behind him, and a tail to add to the inhumanness of the body. His body is shining in a way that you would see a ghost shine in the dark, their emission of light causing all the ever more panic to me. And its face… is young. Distorted, scarred, and stained with blood, but young as well. But in its anger, nothing else of it looks young at all.

"You… did… this…" it groans, taking a wild slash at Trigon. He jumps out of the way, but not before causing the raft to sink momentarily from the jump.

The blood sloshes around my legs, but I don't even care anymore. The raft sags as Trigon dodges blow by blow, the paddle doing nothing to help my distorting balance.

"No!" I yell, grabbing the paddle as I inch the raft bit by bit towards the door. "Hold it off, Trigon!"

Trigon chucks a piece of human arm that sloshed on when he jumped, causing the glowing human to leap up and slash the part into pieces, blood flying everywhere. Was this the thing that killed and drained all the blood from the humans on shore?

As it jumps, I see that its left wing has been tampered with. In it lies a gaping hole, disabling its ability to fly, for sure.

"Aim for its wings!" I yell, the door within reach again. I lunge for it, but it misses my arm by inches.

"Ngh!" Trigon grunts, parrying a slice from the human-spirit.

"Hang in there!" I yell, the raft drawing closer to the edge.

I grab the doorknob and wrench it open. The raft has hit the edge and is drawing back.

"Jump!" I yell, grabbing his back and pushing him towards the door. "Jump!"

"Nn!" He jumps from the raft and onto the ground beyond the door smoothly, landing on the ground without much problem. The jump, though, caused the raft to jerk back unceremoniously, and right towards the angry human.

"Grab hold!" Trigon yells, reaching out a hand as the raft drifts further and further away.

"Gah!" I jump from the raft and land into the blood pool, but manage to grab onto Trigon's hand in the process. I feel several body organs deposited at the pool ground as I struggle to kick back up.

"That thing's coming! Hurry!" Trigon yells, pulling me upwards as I latch onto the edge.

"C'mon, c'mon," I mutter furiously, thrashing my legs and hoping that it will help me leave the pool below.

"Shit! I can't- I can't pull any harder!" he yells, yanking my arms with all his might.

"Pull harder, dammit!" I shriek, hearing the glowing figure's moans becoming louder and louder-

All of a sudden, Trigon stands up and yanks me with incredible force, pulling me clean out of the pool and flying onto the rock ground of the caves beyond the pool. As Trigon swings the door shut, I see that the beast is thrashing madly at the water's edge, unable to get up.

"You alright?" another voice asks, and I gasp as I turn around and realize who it is.

"Hodor!" I yell, sighing in relief, walking up to hug him. "You're alright!"

"I think I am," he says, shaking his head and pulling away gruffly. "I saw Trigon trying to pull you out and I got over to you two just in time."

"Thank you so much," I pant, nodding towards the only person older than me in the group. "You just saved my life."

"Hey, I deserve credit, too," Trigon mutters, to which I roll my eyes at.

"We're all in a crazy place," he says, waving off the comment. "I found myself on the stairways not far from here. Have you seen Larka anywhere?"

"No," I say, panting. "We haven't seen anyone but you. But if you came to by the stairs, then the others might be scattered around here too. Is this place big?"

"It is," he says. "I've only been through some parts of it. A lot of it is caved in, but it looks like this place used to be a place where humans lived- in a cave."

"In a cave with that?" I ask in horror, pointing towards the door that we just passed. To my surprise, above the door holds a faded out sign, reading SWIMMING POOL, but with red, careless, bloodlike colors, written over it, reading BLOOD WELL.

"That explains a bit, I guess." Trigon scratches his head thoughtfully. "This place used to be where humans lived."

"So it's been taken over by things like that?" I ask, gesturing towards the door.

"It seems so," Hodor nods, holding up a torch of his own. "I also saw one down the second floor earlier… best you don't go down there."

"What did it look like?" I ask worriedly. There are more?

"Glowing red, huge mouth, and a long tail. It had wings, too, but they were sort of small."

"It could fly?" I ask in horror, remembering the beast in the blood well earlier.

"Sure it can," he says grimly. "That's why you shouldn't be around here. This is the third floor, and it might come any minute."

"Alright," I say, feeling no urgency in my words as exhaustion threatens to take over me.

"I'll be headed towards the other wing of the cave," Hodor announces. "Keep an eye out for Larka and the others, will you?"

"Of course," Trigon says, watching as he sets off, the torch bobbing up and down in his carrying.

"That thing couldn't fly," I mutter, panting heavily as I allow myself to get down on one knee slowly from fatigue. "Its wings were tampered. That's why it didn't chase."

"It's almost as if someone put wings and tails on that human," Trigon observes. "Maybe like a half-being."

"But that thing… it was human…" I muse, the feelings of urgency passing despite the situation still rather urgent. "...It could even speak Norse."

"And did you see the face?" he asks, sitting down next to me. His face is no longer pale, the color returning slowly as he reverts back to his own tough-ish self. "It couldn't have been older than us. Maybe a bit more than Fyrver, but surely not more than me."

"That makes things even worse," I moan. "We now have blood pools, closed caves, and children ghosts. And the others are still missing. Sethi… Valla… Haston… Fyrver…"

"We'll find them," Trigon assures me. His face, usually carefree and not in thought, is now fully devoted to the cause ahead of us, and that is to get out of here, and stay alive.

"Alright, then," I say, heaving myself off the floor. "Let's get going before Wingless comes our way."

"Who?" Trigon asks, getting up after me and following me as I trudge on the cold ground.

"The ghost thing that Hodor said was on the second floor," I say. "You know, the one down these stairs-"

TRIGON

"Shh!" I mutter, listening to the sounds from the second floor. This staircase seems to connect to the third and second floor, but the path to the fourth has been cut off completely by a large- no, huge, rock. It's as if we're just at the end of the hallway, and below is where the human-wingless thing is.

Screams from the second floor's stairs cause us to fall silent. Then we see a figure flying through the hall at incredible speed- so fast that neither of us can see who, but surely a human figure, is launched through-

SPLURT.

-in the second afterwards, we feel the cave shake and a large splurt is heard from the impact of the body, which is in the hall and out of sight- but only several feet away from us. The body just collided onto the wall right next to the stairs, and I can see something flying from the rubble as it collides onto the wall-

"No," I whisper in shock. "Hell no."

-a green, little knife. It clangs loudly by the foot of the stairs, not far from the point of collision, and rests there for us to view in full glamour. It's Fyrver's knife- the one he used to kill the Nadder with.

I turn towards Fortylle instantly, grabbing her arms just in time before she launches herself towards the splattered body- which neither of us cannot assume to not be Fyrver.

"Get a hold of yourself, Fortylle," I say urgently, locking her arms and backing her away slowly from the second floor as she tries to break free from my grip.

"FYRVER!" she screams, legs thrashing in vain. "Let me go! I've got to-"

"Stop!" I say, pulling her back towards the third floor. "That thing might be on us any moment! Just get out of here first, alright?"

"That… that thing killed Fyrver!" she yells, sinking down to the cold ground in agony. "That- that-"

"We've got to get out of here," I say quickly, shaking her to get her up. "And we can't be sure it was him, either. That-"

"NO!" she yells, sobbing madly. "That was him! Didn't you see the knife? He had it with him!"

"How come we don't have ours, then?" I say urgently, trying to make her get up. "That might have just been another knife. C'mon, let's go-"

"FYRVER!" I let her yell one more time, before clamping my hand down on her mouth. Hard.

"Let's find a safe place to hide first and then we'll get things sorted through, alright?" I growl, dragging her backwards. "You're not going anywhere near the second floor."

"Fyrver..." I hear her whimper as she finally gives into my words and lets me drag her along the hall, past the Blood Well room, and near the wall on the opposite side.

"That wasn't him, was it?" she asks in a small voice, sobs racking her body once again. "Surely not?"

"I'm sure of that," I say, but my voice hides its doubts. Surely no one else would be carrying that same knife Aesis gave him, right? Or it wasn't…

"Why is this happening?" she asks, forcing herself to regain control of herself. "Why are there bodies everywhere? Where are we?"

"I don't know," I say, patting her shoulder in comfort, a comfort that will not easily come from me- or anything else in this horrid place. "But this place is cursed. And we've got to get out of here."

L/N: I might as well spoil it for you... or some parts of it.

Cheatsheet:

Trigon- Tuffnut

Fortylle- Heather

Fyrver- The Typhoomerang that Hiccup found. He and Heather are from Outcast Island in this universe.