Back to Berk and we follow on from minutes after we left off.

ANDERS

I could hear voices. They were all in the dead Norse language. I still didn't understand why I could suddenly speak this language so fluently, when I only knew a few words my mother had taught me.

"Who is he?" asked a throaty female.

"He's from... somewhere else." Hiccup, the boy with the false leg.

"I didn't ask where he was from!"

"I... I don't think who he is is important." said a weedy voice.

"Fishlegs is right," an authoritive male, "Who he is doesn't matter, not right now anyway. We have to find a way for him to get back to wherever he comes from."

"Well, I hope he leaves these behind, " snorted a nasal boy, "If Hiccup's right, then next time Alvin comes calling, we just point and shoot. He'll just think it's a broken crossbow." Broken crossbow? The rifles! They had rooted through Maja!

With great inner strength, I forced myself to wake. I glanced around the room and saw a beefy guy holding my Mauser. In a flash, I was up and had grabbed it from his hands. Barely an instant later, something grabbed it from my hands. I felt a blade across my throat and I was still.

"Don't even think about it." came the voice of authority. He wasn't in my view, but a few others were. To my immediate right were the two teens I was familiar with, Hiccup and Astrid. To the left was another pair, though this time they were alike. Twins, a boy and a girl. They looked very scruffy and to be honest, I didn't like the look of them. They just had an air of gruff about them. In front, were three men. One of them was the beefy one, brown hair and a small nose. The scond was fat. Just so fat. I almost mistook him to be a muscly one. The third and final man and a long moustache and a chin that jutted out heavily. His left hand had been replaced by a mechanical contraption, like a pair of pliers. Now then... about that blade.

"I wasn't going to use it." I said to the big guy holding me tight, "Chubby over there could've set it off. They are dangerous, especially if you don't know they're power." I felt the pressure on my throat ease off a little bit. Though Beefy boy was't too impressed.

"How do we know you weren't going to use it? You might've been."

"Have I tried to kill someone so far?" I stated. Even less pressure now.

"Only a dragon..."

"A rogue dragon I might add." I said in annoyance. I looked at Hiccup. I think he got the message.

"I think you should let go Dad." Dad? The guy holding me was the boy father? The blade suddenly removed itself from my neck and I could breathe again. My near assailant came around me, into view. He was a brute of a man, ginger beard covereing his chest, arms made of muscle and powerful blue eyes. I could tell he was far larger than anyone I had ever seen. He still seemed to distrust me; they all did. I had to show I meant no harm, but hell if I was going to get to know them well.

"Look, I know you're suspicious. But if you would allow me to disarm my..." I glanced at the table the Mauser had been thrown on and saw my other weapons from the plane; the Lee Enfield, revolver, two 'Pineapples' and a German Steilhandgranate, "My equipment, then you will see I mean no harm." 'Dad' growled.

"Over my dead body will you touch them." I deadpanned him.

"Then someone else will have to, won't they?" I said, staring at Hiccup. He looked around, then down at him, confiming my gaze. He tried moving out of the way, but I just followed him around.

"Aw come on!" he whined, "I don't want to touch them!"

"Tough, you're fingers are the only ones that aren't too chubby to 'turn them off' shall we say." I caught sight of Astrid and the twins looking at their fingers and then at me, confused to hell. Ah well. I don't care, the boy can still do it, "Look, they're not going to explode. Just do as I say, and then they won't work. The longarms... er, the ones that need both arms to hold. See that lever on top? Lift in up and pull it back." Hiccup cautiously went over to the table and picked up the Lee Enfield. Following thye instruction I gave him, he lifted the bolt upwards and pulled back. The rifle expended a round, which chinked onto the ground.

"Is that it?"

"No. Push it forwards and pull it back until it stops ejecting rounds." Bewildered, the boy slid the bolt back and forth, each time expending a .303 cartridge. Just seconds later, all ten rounds were lying on the floor.

"Good," I congratulated, "Now do it with the other weapon. Pick it up and slide the bolt back and forth. There's fewer round in that one, so you don't need to it as many times." He set down the Lee Enfield and heaved the old Mauser into his arms. In no time at all, the five 7.92mm rounds were amongst the Enfield's .303's.

"Well, that's the big, powerful ones out of the way," 'Dad' said, "Now how about the little one?" he leaned into my face for effect, his fishy breath making me gasp for fresh air.

"There's a catch on the side, " I wheezed, "Flick it and push the drum out of the left side. Then, just point it at the ceiling, shake it about and the rounds should fall out."

Hiccup once again followed the instructions word perfect. The six cartridges fell down, and Hiccup threw the revolver back onto the table in disgust. I watched as Astrid and the female twin knelt down and examined the rounds on the floor.

"They're all different," the nasal twin said.

"Well, that's because they are different types of projectile. The longarms are long range weapons, whilst the one-hander is short range." Astrid inspected two pistol cartridges. One of them was empty.

"These are almost the same," she mused, "Why is this one hollow though?"

"It is one that was used. That cartridge is now useless." her eyes lit up. Uh oh, I know what you're thinking. 'Let's make his weapons useless!' Well, what if I need them when I go back to my time? There's a war on there ya know!"

"A war?" Obese blonde guy screamed, "With who?" This was getting frustrating.

"Would you please stop asking so many questions about my time and my stuff please? You're all going to be dead by the time it all happens, so what's the use in asking?"

"He has a point," said Astrid, "He has made it perfectly clear that he isn't from this area or time. Let's just hold off for a while guys, he seems annoyed." themale twin rolled his eyes.

"So? What's he gonna do to us if he gets angry? Strangle us?" he and his twin guffawed. Astrid raised an eyebrow.

"Well, now that you mention it..." she bared her neck, showing thw red marks I had left on her and grinned as the twins choked back their words.

A door burst open. Everyone looked around to see who it was, but I had no view. Changehands was in the way.

"Good Morrow everyone!" a light, angelic voice spoke out, "I got the bandages as you asked. Is he awake now?" Changehands stood aside, gesturing with his prosthetic left arm towards me. I stared at the woman standing in the doorway.

Hello, what do we have here?

No. Oh God NO!

HICCUP

Anders stared at Ugly. His face contorted with recognition, confusion... horror. We watched as he started shaking, scambling from the bed and into the corner of the room.

"No... No!" he cowered down, screaming at Ugly, "NO! You're dead! Why have you returned? Why can't you rest?!"

Ugly was dismayed, "Have I done something wrong?" she asked innocently.

"They killed you! Why do you torment meeeee-?" he trailed off, whimpering. Everyone was looking at him. Ruff and Tuff shared a bewildered expression, Snotlout must've been thinking the guy was crazy and Fishlegs looked more or less afraid of Anders.

"Ah think there's somthin' wrong with that one!" Gobber stated. Yeah, ya think? Astrid and Dad, however, were positively, erm, annoyed? I dunno, it looks like that.

"We don't have time for this," Dad growled, "I want him off my island as quickly as a Night Fury. Is that CLEAR Anders?!" he shouted at the quivering wreck on the floor. Astrid just marched over and slapped him hard.

"HEY! Snap out of it!" Anders suddenly stopped whimpering and stared at Astrid, stunned. His confusion melted away.

"Uhhh, I must've blacked out there."

"Blacked out?" I yelled, "You were screaming at someone you just met! Why?" He raised an eyebrow, perplexed.

"I have no such memory. However, I do seem to recall someone saying 'I want him off my island'?" He got up and tilted his head, "I agree entirely. I want to go home and fight some Huns." he strolled over to the door, oblivious to the staring faces, before pushing the door open and slamming it behind him.

"Well that went well." I scoffed. Everyone agreed.

HANS

"Herr Admiral! Our soldiers have reported a creek that does not exist on aerial reconnisance charts!" I turned to the radioman, bemused.

"Tell me more?"

"It is incredibly large. They have already made an important discovery." I waited for him to finish.

"Well don't think I'm pyschic Fahnrich! Are you going to tell me or what?"

"Yes Sir! Of Course Sir! General Grossmann has relayed to us that the HMS Hood is hiding in the the creek, with a hidden Mulberry harbour. A large camoflage net exists over the area, keeping the creek hidden." Ingenious! The Americans have apparently done something similar to one of their Aircraft factories.

"Can the General capture the schlactkreuzer?"

"He is preparing his army to assault the port and take the vessel."

"Gut. Finally, the British will have something to cry about."

Sorry this chapter has taken so long, yet is so short. I have had severe writers block. Literally ran out of ideas.