I looked over all the reviews, and I said I liked criticism but not hate. Yes, I know some of these things aren't historically accurate. Who cares? That's why we have imagination. It's alright.

If you don't like the story don't read it. I'm sorry if my grammar isn't that great, I'm doing my best.

Please stop the hate.

I love to write, but just stop. I like it when people give me tips and advice, but not when they downright trash my story.

So...I guess this is chapter 10.

Chapter 10

I gazed down at the rope around my waist. I needed to find a way to be free of this stupid rope. I needed to see the Night Fury.

It was pretty tight around my waist, and whenever I tried to escape, the harsh material of the rope would scratch against my hip bones which was extremely painful.

I laid completely down. My hip bones stuck out, and I tried to wiggle my way out of the rope, but it kept getting caught on my hip bones.

Ok, Hiccup. It'll only hurt for a little bit. I bit down on my tongue and pulled. I hissed in pain as my hip bones screamed at me to stop, but I kept pulling.

But it wouldn't budge.

I slumped down on my bed in defeat. There had to be way. There wasn't a knife in my room anyway, and my dad made sure or that. But, maybe I didn't need a knife...

The flickering of the candle next to my bed made me stop. Maybe I could burn the rope off.

Not one of my best ideas, like what if the entire rope sets on fire. Better not chance it.

I need a knife. there isn't one in my room but maybe...

A plan formed in my head.

"Dad!" I called. "Dad!"

I heard the heavy footsteps of my father on the stairs and he appeared in the doorway. He looked funny, since he was such a huge man that he had to duck so he wouldn't hit his head on the door frame.

I noticed he had taken his helmet off, and by looking at the many knifes that were on his belt I could tell he was doing some hard work.

"Yes, Hiccup? Is something wrong?"

"Um, I was wondering if I could have another visitor."

My father sighed and gazed over my small frame. "I'm sorry Hiccup, but I'd rather not."

"Oh, alright." I sighed. Time for plan B.

"But it's alright," My father said, sitting down next to me. "You've got me."

I smiled up at him. He wrapped his huge arms around me, and I fought to wrap my arms around him. My hand touched a cool piece of metal.

A knife on my dad's belt. I carefully and quickly detached it from his belt and curled it in my hand, trying to hide it. When we broke apart I quickly stole it underneath the covers.

"I love you," he said to me, gently pressing his lips to my forehead.

I smiled at him. "I love you too, Dad."

He walked out of my door and as I heard his footsteps fade, I pulled the knife out of the covers.

Not bad for a Hiccup, eh?

I quickly tried to cut the thick rope. After many tries, they rope started to break, making it easier to cut. Suddenly, it snapped as I gave a good final try.

I was free.

So, if the hate continues I might not keep going because why write a story nobody likes? Anyways, I hate to give up on it, but I'm currently busy with two of my other stories, so you can go check those out as you wait for an update.