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Chapter 14: I Need You

Hiccup stared. The door wasn't even locked with a lock, just three heavy metal bars laid across it. They obviously thought very little of Hiccup and the Night Fury that they were holding in that cell.

Standing by the door, all was silent, but Hiccup could hear the familiar breathing of a Night Fury. His Night Fury.

Humongous gave Hiccup a sorrowful look. "I'm afraid I can't let you in. But at least-" He turned around, which gave Hiccup about three split seconds to knock him on the head with his prosthetic. Humongously Hotshot crumpled to the ground. Hiccup reattached his prosthetic, and removed the metal bars, trying to be as quiet as possible. They were heavier than he had thought, and the struggle to lift them and place them silently on the ground was a hard one.

Especially when you had badly bruised ribs.

By the end, Hiccup was nearly doubled over in pain, his arms wrapped tightly around his chest. But he opened the door and slid inside.

Toothless was curled up on the floor. His saddle had been taken off, but it was lying in the corner. The dragon wasn't restrained at all, no chains, no ropes, just the walls of this cell. Hiccup knelt by his dragon. "Toothless?"

The dragon didn't stir. Hiccup ran his hand over the smooth black scales. "Toothless. Bud. Wake up, we've gotta get out of here."

Nothing. Hiccup got a bit more desperate now. "Please." He shook the dragon as best he could, but Toothless slept on. A sleep-coma, they had said. He didn't even know what that was, but there had to be a way to wake him up. "Toothless." The horror of the situation started arranging itself in his mind, despite his attempts to try and think rationally. Toothless not waking up. Toothless stuck in this sleep-coma. Stuck. Forever.

"Toothless! Wake up! I need you!" Hiccup pulled on one of the Night Fury's ears, desperate. "Please! Please wake up!" He shouts grew in volume, his voice cracking as panic consumed him.

The next thing he knew he was crying again, wrapping his arms around his dragon's head, pulling Toothless close. Toothless was the only thing he had left, and Toothless had left him. "Oh, please, Toothless, please wake up."

He never got a response, only the soft breathing of the Night Fury. Hiccup laid his head on top of Toothless', and cried, begging him to wake up.

"Please. I need you."

Hiccup barely heard the shouts of the guards once they found Humongous' limp form. He didn't listen when they shouted at him to come out.

He just continued pleading with the dragon. He felt arms grab him, yanking him up into the air, away from Toothless. He lashed out at them, but his eyes were only on the sleeping form of his dragon.

He screamed, and the cries fell on deaf ears.

Later, he could vaguely remember Rogue coming into his cell, and slapping him around a bit. He could guess that he hadn't responded, and the man had left.

Because now he was alone.

He looked around at the dark cell. He drew his knees up to his chest, grimacing at the pain.

He now knew that he was completely alone. There was no one anymore, not even Toothless.

He was alone.

Alone.

It was strange. After having someone at your side for six years, all but physically attached to them, alone felt strange. Once, he remembered, he had preferred alone. But now alone hurt. Alone felt like the whole world crashing down on him. Alone felt like losing a loved one.

Probably because he had.

He was alone.

Somewhere, deep in the darkness, something in Toothless stirred. Something in the back of his mind, something still awake.

Pain, it screamed. Broken, pain, wake up.

That part heard the cries. That part felt Hiccup's agony, felt his panic, his desperation. Toothless needed to wake up.

But the sleep-coma was suppressing all, even his need to save his human. For a moment, it almost succeeded.

And then: "Please. I need you."

The words had echoed for a moment, without meaning. And then it clicked.

Toothless' mind sprung to life. He could feel Hiccup's arms around him; hear his cries. He heard the shouts of the guards, and desperately tried to rouse himself. Hiccup needed him, and he needed to wake up.

A claw twitched.

Hiccup was jerked away from him.

An ear quivered.

"NO! Toothless! Let go of me! TOOTHLESS!"

One green eye slowly started to open-

It slid shut, as the sleep-coma slowly overcame him, dragging him back down into the black depths. Toothless struggled, but the darkness was all-consuming.

But the sleep-coma didn't have quite the hold on him that it did before.

It couldn't block out the cries of Hiccup, even though they grew fainter and fainter. Some part of Toothless could hear them, but all he could do was wait; wait for the darkness to loosen its grip.

The Bog Burglars and the Hooligans set off in the direction of Drago Bludvist. They didn't have much of a heading- the tracker dragon's guessed route from the first rescue attempt was their only clue. They had brought plenty of boats- if Drago used the Alpha to control their dragons again; they needed a way of escape.

Astrid and Camicazi stood shoulder to shoulder, neither one speaking or feeling the need to. It wasn't a tense silence, but the silence of two people who were shouldering the same grief.

"Uh, Astrid?" Fishlegs tapped her on her shoulder. "Snotlout's... uh... trying to explain the whole Alpha situation to Bertha."

Astrid could picture that scenario in her head. Not a good one. "I'll be right there."

She glanced at Camicazi, who met her eyes. The two young women exchanged a silent conversation. I can come, as well.

No, I've got it.

I'll be here, then. Much to Astrid's surprise, the Bog-Burglar gave Astrid's arm a squeeze, but it was so fast and quick Astrid thought she might have imagined it.

Astrid brushed it all away, spinning on her heel to go deal with Bertha and Snotlout. Fishlegs shook his wall. He'd seen the moment pass between the two. Usually after being in the other's presence for this amount of time, they would already be at blows.

He'd never understand girls.

Rogue visited Hiccup in the morning. The Viking Chief didn't even look up, choosing to stare at the wall instead.

"Feeling shy today, sunshine?" Rogue clucked his tongue. Hiccup felt a surge of anger and forced himself to continue to focus on the wall. He wouldn't give Rogue what he wanted- a reaction.

"After your little escapade with your dragon, Drago decided he'd been going too easy on you. So today we're going to step up our game." He waited a moment, but Hiccup didn't seem to feel like giving him a response.

"He wants you in the arena."

Hiccup hadn't wanted to leave, but Rogue had pretty much dragged him there. Hiccup's mind was on Toothless the whole trip, desperately trying to remember anything the Book of Dragons might have said on sleep-comas. His mind was at a blank.

He hadn't even released they were there, or that he was being spoken to until Drago struck him on the side of the head. It was a light blow in comparison to some of the others he had received over the past few days, but it still hurt.

Hiccup blinked, staring around. The arena. Right.

Toothless. In a sleep-coma. The thought came back so quickly; like a knife had been stabbed into his heart, and as soon as he had forgotten it was there, it was twisted violently.

"...may have a concussion."

Drago simply grunted, turning away from Rogue. He didn't care what Hiccup had, as long as he was alive and able to do what Drago told him to. "Bring it out." Drago called, and one of the doors on the side of the arena was pulled open.

Nothing burst out- no explosions, no whirl of a dragon on a rampage. Hiccup squinted into the darkness of the cage, wondering if there was even anything in there.

Slowly, a rather small creature waddled forwards, into the light. Hiccup felt his heart stop, and he ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm down, trying to convince himself that this was just some crazy nightmare, this couldn't be happening, everything was fine.

He wasn't at the mercy of a large group of insane men.

Toothless wasn't sleeping in some dark corner, unable to wake up.

Hiccup didn't understand why he was here, why Drago needed him.

But as the little creature stumbled over towards them, tripping over its own too-big feet, the fact that this is reality was crashing down on Hiccup. Drago needed him for this creature, to help him learn how to get it to trust him.

Because Drago had a baby dragon.

A baby Bewilderbeast.

This chapter was really hard to write. I don't know why but it was harder than normal.
Eh, whateves.
Sorry for the stupid chapter title- wait, all my chapter titles are stupid. But this one just seems extra cheesy.

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