Snotlout flew above Outcast island, toward the camp, where Fishlegs, Ruffnut and Tuffnut were. When he arrived, he spotted the three and their dragons, hidding behind some big boulders, waiting for the Outcasts to come. Hookfang landed on a large boulder, looking down at the other riders.
''What are you guys doing!?'' Snotlout asked, keeping his voice low incase anyone was around.
''We're waiting for the guards to be alerted by the smoke, so then we can enter the prison and save Hiccup..?'' Fishlegs said, more of a question than an answer.
''What!? But Astrid already entered the prison!'' Snotlout informed.
Fishlegs eyes grew wide, so did Snotlout's.
''So... If the guards aren't here, where are they?'' Fishlegs asked.
''They were expecting us.'' Snotlout said before turning Hookfang around, and flying off toward where he had last seen Astrid. It didn't took long for Fishlegs and the twins to do the same. They had to get there fast, before Astrid, Toothless or Stormfly gets captured too... or worst, killed.
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Astrid, Toothless and Stormfly ran toward the cry they had heard earlier, hearts beating fast, and breaths being held. Almost there Hiccup, almost there Astrid repeated to herself in her mind. She hadn't noticed the tear that had escaped her eye, and that was slidding down her cheek.
The trio suddenly stopped right in front of two huge doors, graphics carved all over them. Must be the Great Hall... She thought. Astrid indicated the Night Fury to blast them, a finger pointing at the gates. As soon as Astrid backed off, Toothless released a powerful fireball, sending the doors to ashes. Pieces of wood on fire flew everywhere. A heavy cloud of black smoke kept them from seeing what was on the other side. She coughed, placing a fist in front of her mouth. Still holding her axe tightly, she jumped above the scraps, and to the other side, Toothless and Stormfly following her from behind. But as soon as she made her way out of the smoke, she froze, eyes opened wide in horror. The dragons growled fiercely at the Outacsts standing in their path. Most of them had crossbows in hands, a finger on the trigger, ready to fire. But that wasn't what was bothering her. What was bothering her, was to see Hiccup chained to Alvin's throne, a dagger being pressed against his throat.