Hi... guys... sorry for not updating for like a month...but there are a few good reasons.

First of all, I busted a finger while walking a dog. Now that may sound weird or stupid, but the dog in question is a rather large Alaskan Malamute with much more strength than I have, and I while I was taking him on his walk, he met another dog, got rather excited and pulled the leash from my hand. The problem was that I was still holding it with my other hand so guess what happens... yes, I call it leash burn and it HURT! Anyway, it kinda skinned the part of my finger where it bends, so it wouldn't bend. Now is this also the finger that won't straighten completely, so you can imagine how that went. It's healed now, all I can do now is hope my finger will go back to normal.

Second, anyone over the age of 18 may know this problem. Wisdom teeth. Nasty fuckers who cause problems wherever they go, and in my case they go the wrong way. So that's a dentists appointment I'm not looking forward to..

Okay, that's enough about me and my hurts. Again. sorry for not updating, crappy title is crappy, but I hope you enjoy this sorta weird chapter anyway. It took me a month to write it. Stupid finger. I'll try to get back on the weekly updates.

Enjoy!

Chapter 11. How to Trap a Trapper

"Anything yet?" Wrenlou asked, joining Hiccup on the docks.

"Not yet," Hiccup answered, "but they haven't been gone for long. I really hope they won't attack though... they'll get captured for sure."

"I just hope they find that damn ship," Wrenlou growled, "and Eret. I'll kill him."

"Hold off on that," Hiccup said, placing a hand on Wrenlou's shoulder, "we might need him."

"Need him for what!" Wrenlou asked, "we find him, bring his ship here, get Snow out and kill him!"

"What if she isn't on the ship?" Hiccup asked, "what he already brought her to this... Drago character? Then we need Eret to lead us there."

Wrenlou looked down and sighed. "I guess you're right..." he mumbled.

"Hiccup?" Stoick said, coming up behind them, "the ships are ready, are you coming?"

Hiccup nodded and looked at Wrenlou. "We're going out to search for Eret as well. I want you to stay here. No, don't argue. You almost drowned and you lost your dragon you don't have your emotions under control. I want to do this right. Besides, someone needs to stay with Astrid."

"Fine..." Wrenlou groaned, crossing his arms.

"Thank you," Hiccup said, and he turned around, bumping into Toothless. The dragon crooned, rubbing his head against Hiccup's legs.

"I'm sorry bud... you can't come either," Hiccup said softly, "it's too dangerous, I can't risk Eret getting his hands on you."

Toothless whined, unwilling to accept the fact that he couldn't come and ran after Hiccup, nudging his back. Hiccup sighed and kneeled in front of the dragon.

"Look, bud," he started, "believe me when I say that I wish you could come, but it's too dangerous. This man is after you, and I believe he'll stop at nothing to get his hands on you. And when that happens we are lost, and we'll likely never find Snowflake. So just stay here, with Wrenlou, and I'll be back okay? I promise."

Toothless whined but stepped back. He joined Wrenlou, standing next to him as Hiccup boarded Berk's flagship.

"They'll be back," Wrenlou said, as the ships set sail, one after another disappearing in the distance, "you'll see."

"They better," Astrid said, coming up next to Wrenlou, "I'll kill him if he doesn't."

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"Sir? Those dragons won't leave, they're still circling up there."

"So?" Eret growled, looking up from his map, "dragons do not concern me, as long as that blasted Night Fury isn't among them. Is it?"

"No sir, I haven't seen it yet."

"Surely you aren't afraid of a pack of wild dragons, are you?" Eret asked and he turned around, "we deal with dragons every day, why would these be different?"

"T... they're not, sir," the man stammered, "they just won't leave... and I think they have riders."

"WHAT!?" Eret shouted, "and you're telling me this NOW!? They have been there for HOURS!"

"I'm sorry sir..." the man mumbled, stepping back.

"You imbecile!" Eret yelled, shoving the man aside, "get ready to take those dragons down! I'm sure Drago would be interested in hearing what their riders have to say."

"Eh... sir...?" another man said nervously.

"WHAT!" Eret shouted as he turned around, glaring at the man, "more dragons!?"

"No sir, ships," the man said, "a whole fleet. Over there."

Eret looked at the direction the man was pointing in, seeing the many ships approaching. He frowned, walking closer to the railing of the ship, trying to get a good look at the ships.

"Vikings...?" he mumbled, "what would they want from us...? aren't the vikings at war with the dragons?"

"Last I heard sir," a man on his right nodded, "there were rumors that some small island somewhere way up north made peace with the dragons, but as far as I know that has never been confirmed."

Eret glanced at the dragons still circling above them, out of range from the bola's. "I think it's been confirmed," he growls, "lets get ready men. Those ships may or may not be on our side."

The men nodded and quickly took positions, readying nets and bola launchers. Eret kept a close eye on the ships, watching them as they got closer. The first ship, the biggest one came at them the fastest. The others stayed behind a little, but if that was intentional or not he didn't know. He focused his attention on the first ship, trying to assess it's strengths and weaknesses. The man he assumed was the Chief was standing on the bow, his arms crossed. Streaks of grey wove through his fiery red beard and hair, and he had a scowl on his face that would send any other man running for safety. But Eret was used to dealing with Drago, and no matter how scary this man seemed, Drago was a thousand times worse.

"Greetings!" he said, trying to be cheerful, "what brings you to these fine parts?"

"Spare me your pleasantries Eret," the man growled, "we're here for one thing only."

"Do I know you...?" Eret said with a frown, "I do not believe we've met before."

"You haven't," another voice spoke up, "but we have. Remember me, Eret?"

Eret's eyes widened as he saw the young man that had stepped up. In an instant he recognized the freckles, the brown hair, the green eyes.

"You hurt my friend," Hiccup snarled, "and you stole his dragon. I want her back."

"I... I don't have her anymore," Eret said, quietly gesturing to his men to get ready, "you're too late. You were too late to save your friend and now you failed again."

Hiccup's eyes darkened, and he gripped a sword. Eret smirked a little and turned to the Chief.

"Did you know that this man is a friend of the dragons?" he asked, "he and his friend even ride them!"

"Oh I know," the man said, "in fact, he was the one that brought peace to as all. The dragons are our allies, and our friends."

Eret stepped back, shocked by this revelation. He glanced at the dragons, still circling in the sky.

"Yes," Hiccup said, "those are our people. They found you and told us where you were. And you will pay for what you did to Wrenlou."

"It's too late," Eret said, trying to maintain his confident posture, "the Night Fury is gone. She belongs to Drago now. You might as well consider her dead, just as her rider!"

"This isn't over yet," Hiccup growled, and before Eret could respond a fireball exploded the main mast of the ship, splinters flying all over the place.

The Vikings shouted and the dragons dove, roaring, their riders cheering.

"Fire!" Eret shouted, running over the deck, "take them down!"

One of the bola launchers exploded before it could be deployed, but another fired and wrapped itself around one of the Monstrous Nightmares. The dragon screeched and plummeted into the water, it's rider struggling to cut the ropes. Eret kept an eye on Hiccup, waiting for the second Night Fury to come out, but the black beast never showed itself.

The Vikings boarded the ship, swarming over it's deck like a swarm of angry ants.

"Search the ship!" one of the men shouted, "bring any dragons you can find up here!"

The dragon they had shot down howled and shot from the water. Unable to use it's ability to flame up because of the cold sea water, it instead landed on the ship, tearing the sails apart. The other dragons, the ones that could still use fire, kept firing at the ship and into the water next to it. Eret drew his sword, swirling around and finding Hiccup there, a sword in his hand.

"You will pay for what you did!" Hiccup yelled, swinging the sword at Eret, "you can be sure of that!"

"You don't have the guts to kill me boy," Eret spat back, easily blocking Hiccup's blow, glaring at him.

"Kill you?" Hiccup said, "I'm not going to kill you. Your life isn't mine to take."

He retaliated with surprising strength, driving Eret away from his men and onto his own ship, where he was quickly surrounded by Vikings.

"Give up Eret," Hiccup said, pointing his sword at the man's throat, "you've got nowhere left to run."

Looking at his ship Eret realized that the boy was right. The mast was broken, the sails torn, the deck was scorched with dragon fire, all his men had been disarmed and were now on their knees, a Viking tying their hands. He sighed deeply, lowering his sword and turning to the Chief. The man looked at him with a dark look on his face, and with a single nod he felt how the sword was ripped from his hand, his wrists forcefully tied together. Before he could say anything, the man in front of him grabbed his shirt, lifting him into the air.

"You've made a big mistake Eret son of Eret," he growled, "you've hurt one of my sons, and you will pay for that."

"Son?" Eret said frowning and he glanced at Hiccup, "you mean the other rider? He's not your son... he looks nothing like you!"

"Keep your ignorant talk to yourself!" Hiccup snapped, "no one wants to hear it! Wrenlou is my brother!"

"Take them below deck," Stoick growled and he threw Eret down, "and set course for home. Hiccup, tell Gustav to take the riders back!"

"On it dad!" Hiccup shouted and he disappeared from Eret's field of vision.

Stoick nodded, quite pleased with how it had turned out. The message that Eret's ship had been found arrived not long after they had set sail, and it hadn't taken long for them to get there, Gustav's dragon riders keeping a watchful eye on the trapper's ship. They had easily overpowered them, with only minor injuries on both sides, even if he wanted to rip Eret's heart out of his chest for what he had done, and had planned to do.

He looked at the trappers ship, some flames still lapping around the wooded deck, then at the men that had searched it. They shook their heads solemnly, indicating they had found no dragons on board. Stoick sighed and ordered one of the smaller ships to extinguish the fire and tow it back to Berk. They did so reluctantly, not quite understanding why, but not about to go against their Chief.

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Eret sighed deeply, trapped in the dark underbelly of the Viking ship. He couldn't see anything, but he could feel the ship dance over the waves, and eventually come to a stop. The hatch opened, bleak sunlight pouring it, but it still stung his eyes. He struggled, but was dragged outside and pushed off the ship, his men close behind him. His eyes were still adjusting to the light and he was looking around, so he never saw it coming, but there was suddenly a shriek, and a fist collided with his face.

"Son of a bitch! I'll kill you, you good for nothing jerk!"

Eret stumbled back, but as soon as he regained his footing he looked up, furious, blood dripping from a broken nose. He stared straight into Wrenlou's wild eyes, the man being restrained by Hiccup who had wrapped his arms around his chest to keep him away from Eret.

"You!" Eret gasped, "but you're dead!"

"Guess again!" Wrenlou yelled, struggling against Hiccup's grip, "bet you didn't know that I had more than one dragon friend huh. Where's Snowflake. Where is she!"

"She's gone!" Eret spat back, a smug grin on his face, "you're too late!"

Wrenlou's expression went from anger to horror in a matter of seconds, and Eret smirked more.

"She belongs to Drago now," he said tauntingly, "so you better forget she ever existed!"

"You're lying..." Wrenlou whispered, "you're lying! Tell me he's lying..."

"I'm sorry Wren," Hiccup said, "we didn't find her. She's not on board."

Wrenlou seemed to deflate as he slumped on the ground, choking back a few sobs. Eret kept smirking, but Wrenlou looked up at him with fire in his eyes.

"I'll still kill you," he growled, "the moment they're through with you, I'll kill you. And believe me it won't be pleasant for you."

Eret opened his mouth to respond but was pulled away. His men were brought to Berk's stone prison, but Eret was brought to the Hall, where the majority of the Vikings had already gathered, booing as he walked in.

"We'll find her," Hiccup mumbled, helping Wrenlou back to his feet, "we will. Now come on, I have a few things to say to Eret."

Wrenlou nodded and straightened his shirt. He wiped a few stray tears from his face and cracked his neck, a look of determination on his face. Hiccup smiled and turned, heading for the Hall, Wrenlou close behind.