A/N: Running with it. I'm going to try and let the story write itself, bear with me here. This first bit is just Astrid and Snotlout rambling, but I wanted to add some humor so… yeah. Enjoy!

"It's no good, Astrid." Snotlout said, after what felt like an eternity of searching. "They could be miles away by now. I'm worried Hiccup's a goner."

"What? The great Snotface Snotlout Jorgeston is worried about his cousin?"

"You know what I mean!" He turned a bright shade of red.

"Yeah," Astrid replied. "I'm worried too; I just wanted to make fun of you."

"Well, then can I make fun of you?"

"No, I have a right to be worried, he's my boyfriend!"

"Okay," Snotlout said reluctantly. "Let's turn back; see what Stoick's planning."

"Sure." They flew in silence for a while, before Snotlout had an epiphany.

"Hey," He said.

"Yeah?"

"If Hiccup dies, then will you go out with me?" Astrid looked horrified.

"Why in Thor's name would I give you motive to kill my Cuppy?" Snotlout stifled a laugh.

"Heh, heh, Cuppy."

"What?" Astrid countered. "Every good girlfriend has a nick-name for their boyfriend, and I couldn't exactly call him 'Hiccy!'"

"I see your point." Snotlout said, as they landed on Berk.

When the teens had split up, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut had all but sprinted towards the chief. It took then longer than expected to find him, and when they finally did, Fishlegs was running so fast he stopped just short of running into the giant man.

"Chief!" Tuffnut half-yelled. "We have some dees-tressing news!"

"You mean distressing." Fishlegs said.

"Whatever! Hiccups been-,"

"Hey, I'm gonna tell him! I'm way better at doing this sort of thing! Girls are much more sensitive than boys!" Ruffnut said, as if she was stating fact.

"No, I'm gonna tell him, because if you don't let me, I'm gonna punch your face in!" Tuffnut retorted.

"Oh, what? You wanna go? I'll kick your butt!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Shut up, the both of you!" Stoick said.

"Sir," Fishlegs said, realizing that the twins may take all day. "Hiccup's been kidna-,"

"Hiccup-knapped!" The twins yelled together. Stoick's face went from one of annoyance, to fear, to regret to determination.

"Who?"

"It was Val, although, we don't really think she was the real Val! We saw her take him, with our own five eyes!" Tuffnut said.

"Um… Two times three is six, not five." Fishlegs said.

"Yeah, Idiot!" Ruffnut said, crossing her arms.

"And are we counting Snotlout's and Astrid's eyes? Because that would make it-,"

"I don't care!" Stoick said, getting frustrated with the teens. He took a deep breath. "Which direction did they go?" Astrid and Snotlout landed and ran towards the conversing Vikings.

"Uh…" Fishlegs seemed to be thinking.

"The ship was headed west, but whoever was steering that thing weaved in and out of rocks and places with openings much too low for dragons and… in short, we lost them."

Stoick rubbed the bridge of his nose. What was he going to do? He had promised Hiccup this wouldn't happen. He should have been paying more attention. What struck him as odd was that Val had never acted like this before. The kids may be right; maybe she isn't Val at all. And in that case… Where was she? Maybe his celebrating her spared life was short-lived. Maybe she was dead all those years… or else, whoever it was that took Hiccup had Taken Val too. Could it be Alvin? No, that would be too terrible for words. If it was Alvin then… He didn't want to think about it; he wouldn't think about it. The important thing now was to focus on saving his son, and possibly his wife.

"Tell the men to ready the ships, and the dragon riders to collect their gear." He said to the teens. "We're heading west."

A/N: That was a bit short, but it turned out better than I thought it would. REVIEW!