OKAY so if anyone thinks I'm ending this too fast, it is TOTALLY intentional. I think there will be four more chapters after this one, but I'm not so sure. :) This is my SECOND update today, and I will possibly/probably do one more after this one. AND YAY MY EMAIL IS WORKING AGAIN! :D Shout-outs:

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She ran forward and whacked him. She hit him so hard, he went stumbling backwards towards the window, catching himself against the sill. She hit him so hard, she was surprised he wasn't unconscious.

"You can do a lot of things," said Astrid, "but hurting my friend isn't one of them." She was terrified; absolutely terrified, but she knew she had to do it. She charged forward again and hit him with the frying pan once more. Dagur stumbled to the left, crashing onto the ground. But Astrid didn't stop. She hit his left temple as hard as she thought possible, and as soon as she did, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he was unconscious, just like that.

She felt a mix of emotions; two in particular. Anger. Dagur had been the one to hurt Hiccup. He was the reason for those four weeks Hiccup spent in the hospital, three of which he was unconscious for. He was the reason Hiccup had lost his leg. He was the reason Hiccup was lying on the floor, unconscious, a few feet away.

And then there was fear. Fear. Had she killed Dagur? She wouldn't have cared much if she had, but the fact that she could have possibly killed someone; an actual human being, whether or not he was a kind one; made her feel sick to her stomach. She knew he wasn't dead, but she could have well killed him. And then there was Hiccup...

She dropped her frying pan and ran to him, falling to her knees once she got to his side.

"Hiccup?" she said, grabbing his shoulder and turning him over as quickly, yet at the same time, as carefully as possible. His eyes were shut, his face pale. He was breathing, but his breaths were uneven and rather untrustworthy. She didn't know if they would continue, or stop. "Hiccup," she said again, shaking him, trying to get him to wake up, but to no avail. He didn't wake up. He didn't respond. He didn't move.

She was panicked. She fumbled awkwardly for her phone for just a few second, forgetting which pocket she put it in. Once she found it, she took it out, unlocked the screen, and then dialed 911.

"911: What's your emergency?" the operator spoke.

"There's an injured boy here," said Astrid, trying to find her voice. She was gasping for breath in her worry, and she was rising to a panic attack. "H-he's unconscious."

"How did this happen?" the operator asked.

"Someone knocked him unconscious," said Astrid. "A criminal, so we'll probably need the police. I-I have evidence, too," she added, recalling the recording she took.

"State your location," said the operator.

"Fallout Lane," said Astrid. "There's...there's a big house, very old looking. Parked in front of it is a red convertible. You...you can't miss it."

"Okay," said the operator. "Do you know what to do?"

"N-no," said Astrid. Now she was definitely rising to that panic attack. She didn't know what to do.

"Stay calm," said the operator. Calm? Stay CALM!? WHAT WAS CALM WHEN YOUR FRIEND IS LAYING IN FRONT OF YOU UNCONSCIOUS!? "Is he breathing?"

"Y-yes," said Astrid.

"Is it abnormal?" said the operator.

"Yes," said Astrid.

"Okay," said the operator. "Monitor his breathing constantly. Try not to panic."

Astrid nodded feverishly.

"Stay where you are, and try to stay calm. Help is coming," said the operator. "You can hang up now." Astrid ended the call and stared at her phone for a few seconds before shoving it back into her pocket.

Then, a thought occurred to her. She took her phone out again, and called Valka. It only rang for a few seconds before she picked up.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hi, Valka," said Astrid, trying to keep her voice from shaking. She swallowed before continuing. "Y-you need to get over here...I'm at Fallout Lane, five minutes by car away from your neighborhood. Don't ask questions, just get here. Now." She hang up without another word elsewise.

When she looked back down, she saw that Hiccup's eyes were fluttering. He opened then, and blinked two or three times, staring at the girl kneeling over him.

"Astrid?" he said.

"Hiccup," she breathed. "Are you okay?"

"Got a bad headache," he admitted, "but I'm not dead, and I still have my right leg, so I guess I'm fine."
"I sent for an ambulance," said Astrid. "They should be here soon, and then we can get you checked out."

"Fine by me," said Hiccup. "I don't feel like myself."

"It's to be expected, I think," said Astrid. "I just have one thing to say."

"What?" said Hiccup.

"You were a total boss with those frying pans," said Astrid.

...

The doctors found nothing severely wrong or life threatening with Hiccup. Valka had a full blown on panic attack when she heard what had happened. Astrid had shown the police her evidence for Dagur, and he had been thrown into prison for life. Valka and Astrid's mother both pressed charges against him, Valka for hurting her son, and Astrid's mother for trying to kill her daughter.

And then, one week later, Astrid finally had time to introduce Hiccup to her cousins.

Heather was a taller girl with black hair, constantly in a braid over her shoulder. Camicazi was the exact opposite, with blonde hair that didn't even look brushed, even slightly, and a wild expression that you could know meant trouble.

Heather extended her hand to Hiccup, and he shook it. Then, Camicazi grabbed his hand and shook it.

"Honor to meet you," she said. "Astrid's told me quite a bit about you over the phone, you know. What you went through was pretty impressive. Well, for a boy, anyways."

Hiccup smiled.

"Nice to meet you both," said Hiccup to Heather and Camicazi. "How long will you two be here?"

"Oh, probably another week," said Camicazi. "We're leaving on March third, so yeah, about a week. Possibly a week and a half."

"Okay, cool," said Hiccup.

"Why do you wonder?" Astrid asked.

"No reason, really," said Hiccup, but he was hiding a smile.