Chapter TenMistaken

The floor wasn't as hard as he imagined. In fact, for a dragon's liar, the ground was made of wood, and in fact the room was an exact replica of his bedroom. "Hold it," Hiccup said rising himself off the floor, "I'm still in my room!" The shock of being in his room filled his mind. For sure he thought he was taken away by a dragon, in fact he felt something touch him. His neck, his mouth was covered by a hand, he knew it wasn't a dream. Hiccup looked around for any proof of his encounter with a dragon, and he did: the window was open. "I knew it," Hiccup thought clenching his hands into a fist, but he heard a noise when he did. "Huh?" Hiccup looked down at his hand, and he hadn't noticed the piece of paper in his hand. Hiccup couldn't think anything through his head. At first he was kidnapped by a dragon, but now he was in his room, like nothing happened, and no explaintion at all. "Well this is stupid," Hiccup uttered turning his back to the window. Another thing in his room was misplaced now that he looked at it. How did a dragon open his window, and not only that, open the closet door as well. Hiccup walked toward his closet and shut the door quietly, after all he didn't want his dad to think he was awake yet. "Something isn't adding up," Hiccup thought going back to his bed and closing the window. He rested himself on his bed, and sighed heavily. He reached for the note he found in his hand, and slowly uncrumpled it, breaking any silence in the room with it's loud crackles and shakes. "Any louder you'll wake up the whole village!" Hiccup thought finally revealing the newly inked text on the rippled page. The writing on the page was very well written, unlike half the hand writing of all the Vikings through out the village. Before he read the message on the paper, he was scanning it for a name of some sort. If anyone wrote this note, maybe they left a name. Indeed, Hiccup had found a name, but only glanced at it. He'd read the name once he read the message all the way through. "Ok, here we go," Hiccup whispered to himself as he brought the paper closer to his eyes, and began reading the text inscripted in the paper.

The night had faded away, and Toothless was weary. He hadn't gotten a wink of sleep that night. He was too focused on the turning of the tables. He had figured out something very important, and yet he couldn't do anything to stop it. "I can't believe this," Toothless thought, rolling over onto his other side, "I still can't believe that this is the truth, the reality of our population." There wasn't much Toothless could do right now. He was still locked away in a cage, ready for his death penalty, and yet he wasn't the one the Viking's wanted. "I wish I could get out of here," Toothless mumbled. His heart was aching in pain for Hiccup. If he didn't do anything, he would be terminated from this world, and sent to the Gods up above. "Forgive me," he mumbled again, only for certain on his feelings, "I apologize for not protecting you, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the III." Toothless put his face in his paws, (I think that's the right term) and laid his ears down on his head. He was finished, there was nothing this small powerless Night Fury could do right now, expect one thing: pray to the Gods for help or guidance. However, a loud clack echoed in Toothless' ear. He quickly rised from his position, ready for any upcoming event. He figured the noise was the Viking chief unlocking his chains, ready to shed his blood before the village, but Toothless' eerie thought was corrected into something else. Indeed, the doors opened only thing was, Stoic was standing before him, but two different children did. One child had hair speckled with greens and reds, and had eyes of blazing gold ore. Their hair length had to reach to their knees, or maybe it was longer, Toothless couldn't tell in this lighting. However the other person he recongized quickly. He had the same hair as the Nightmare, but something was different. His eyes were a piercing ice blue, unlike the other Nightmare, which had eyes of fire. "What the?" Toothless stuttered, seeing the two before him. "Quickly, we're running out of time. They'll sacrafice your human to him if we just stand around," the one with speckled hair said, grabbing Toothless' tail and pulling it roughly. Toothless quickly transformed into his human form, and rose to his feet. He was going to ask some questions, but these two pushed him out of the arena. He knew he was in a big rush and all, but he still wanted to know who these strangers were, and why they were helping him. "Don't you work for him?" Toothless asked, keeping up on his feet as he followed these two humans. "No, we don't. We're avenging our humans." The Nightmare one said, smiling at Toothless. "As you can tell, I'm a Nightmare, and my buddy here is a Zippleback. We're the dragons that belonged to the legendary Viking's that Stoic never speaks of. We'll tell you more when we're not in so big of a rush, now hurry!" The Nightmare quickly picked up some speed and the Zippleback followed close behind. Toothless was surprised. He couldn't even run that fast. "They must be related to all of these events somehow," Toothless thought, trying to keep up with the two faster dragons.

The grass was soft against her cheeks; softer than she thought it would be around the Haddock's house. Astrid was on a high chase last night, when she realized that Hiccup was hers for the taking, however something had made her stop her pursuit. Last night, she saw a dragon approach Hiccup's window, to be more specfic, the Monterous Nightmare it was. She had watched him, swoop down, open the window and quickly grabbed Hiccup and flew off toward the open seas. Now Astrid had a new plan: warn Stoic that his son was missing and alert a search team. "I could tell him at the execution, but this is a little more important," Astrid thought rising to her feet and rushing to the door of Stoic's house. "I just hope he's home." Her feet suddenly stopped at the front steps, but something seemed to be bothering the young viking girl. Apparently, she felt something inside her gut, something reassuring. Why would such a feeling be bothering her at this very moment of all times? As she paused at this moment, she had heard a small clatter from inside the building, knocking her out off her thoughts. Without a second to waste, Astrid kicked open the door, and ran inside screaming out for Hiccup of Stoic. "Hiccup!" she yelled, cupping her hands over her lips, to make her voice louder, "Are you alright? Someone answer me!" When Astrid didn't get a reply, she ran up toward the stairs. Was it fear she was feeling, or something else? Astrid would debate it, but she had reached the top of the stairs, and the only thing blocking her way to Hiccup's bedroom was his door. She lifted her leg, ready to kick, but she stopped. "What?" she whispered, crouching down and resting her ear on the door. Quietly she heard Hiccup, mumbling some words to himself. By the way he was speaking, she could tell he was reading something. Staying completely quiet, Astrid listened in. She figured it might be useful later. "What's going on?" Astrid thought, putting a sour experission on her face, "I thought Hiccup was taken? Maybe that thing he is reading will lighten up the subject."

The Nightmare landed onto his feet and turned into his human form before their leader. "You're late, Fireworm," a voice came from the darkness with a erie tone in it. "I apologize my lord," the Nightmare crackled, "but you know me. I never return empty handed." The Nightmare grinned and held up a small child, hair brown, just like the one he seeked. "Good work. You surely know how to protect yourself from being the sacrafice don't you?" the voice echoed down the corridor, frightening all the other occupant dragons. "Now, bring me the child, Hiccup Haddock!" "Yes sir," the Nightmare, or Fireworm, said, bowing before his leader and bringing the viking child. As he lied the child down on the offering table, the dragon's leader rose to his feet and approached the table. "Wait a mintue Fireworm," his voice came from the shadows. "What's wrong? That's what you wanted from me, now leave me alone!" Fireworm shouted, facing his master. Now Fireworm felt scared. The leader was emitting a growl from inside his body. "THIS ISN'T THE RIGHT CHILD!" his voice roared through the corridors, making the standing by dragons transform into their beast forms, and flying far from the area. "YOU IMBOSILE!" Without a seconds worth of thought, Fireworm found himself inside his leaders mouth, and taking a trip down his throat. "Not, the right child?" Fireworm thought, "That can't be? Stoic only had th-," Fireworm's thoughts were cut off, along with his life line to the world. "Idiot," the leader of dragons growled, "As I've said before, never send an idiot to do another's job." He slowly rose to his feet, glared at the child on the table and grinned. "Oh well, at least I found an extra snack. Now, I'll go get Hiccup, or the main course."

"I know you thought you were just carried out with the Nightmare into the night sky," Hiccup read the words off the page, and into the open air. His voice was shaky, just as much as his hands were, as he read this paper. "However, I had to save. I want you to live, to make a better world. I wouldn't of like my life style anyway if I stayed. I'm sorry I never met you face to face, but Stoic wouldn't allow it. I'll be in your place in the dragon's ritual. I wish for you to have a better life than any of us had. May the Gods watch over you," Hiccup rested the paper on his lap, his head in a whirlwind of thought. "I don't understand," he mumbled rubbing his face as he thought," Who left this note?" Hiccup only had one answer to all of his problems right now: ask Stoic. Hiccup turned his back to the door, and gazed out the window. The sun was rising, and he figured Stoic would be at the training dome, readying Toothless for his death. "Son," a voice came from the door way. His sudden appearance spook him a little, but he turned to face his dad, hand over his chest, breathing heavily. "Father," Hiccup said, catching his breath as he tried settling his heartbeat. "I didn't mean to scare you, are you alright?" Stoic asked, wrapping his arms around his son. "A little bit," Hiccup groaned, "but it'll passover. Dad, I have something to tell you. Can we keep it between you and I?" "Of course, what it is?" Stoic asked. Hiccup only wanted to tell his dad, but little did he know, that Astrid was now hiding under his bed, hearing his every word. "I found this note, a little while ago. Can you explain it?" Hiccup said, handing it to his father. Stoic looked it over, and only chuckled. "I know this handwriting but," Stoic stopped chuckling as he read the message inside the fancy writing. That was when Stoic looked at Hiccup. "What's wrong?" Hiccup asked, feeling concern inside himself. "The dragons know more than I know." Stoic said, glaring out the window. "We have to get to the dragon's lair." "Why dad? I don't understand!" Hiccup said, and Stoic grabbed his shoulders. As the words left his lips, Hiccup and Astrid both stared in confusion. How could Stoic keep this secret for so long, and hide it very well from the whole village. "The dragons kidnapped your brother, young lady!" Hiccup felt his heart skip a beat. "Dad, careful how loud your voice is," Hiccup protested, "We don't want the whole the village to know that I am a-wait, a brother!" "Holy shit," Astrid whispered off her lips. She regretted swearing, but now, she had just discovered the village's biggest secret. Not only was the viking's so called son, Hiccup, a female, but he had a brother to?

Author's Note: I AM SO SORRY! I am always running low on ideas when a new fanfic wants to be written, but I thank you all for bearing with me. I also hah help from my boyfriend with the story plot. I thought I put myself in a corner, but he got me out of it. (So sweet of him) Anyway, I only type once a week on a daily basis, but it also depends on my idea flow. Well I hope I lifted some of the suspense off some people's shoulders. Sorry it took so long to reveal the secret, but don't stop reading! There are more secrets, unless you figured it out by yourself by now. Well, hopefully a new idea will spring forth soon. Please keep reading and reviewing. I'll see you hopefully before two months pass.