"How do you train a dragon, Hiccup?" Alvin asked.

"I'll take it to my grave," Hiccup hissed back.

"Very well then," said Alvin. He nodded to the soldiers behind Hiccup, and they pushed him forward, shoving his head into a tub of water, leaving him no air to breathe. Hiccup held his breath for most of the time, but near the end of each dunking, he couldn't help but breathe in copious amounts of water.

After one minute and thirty seconds (he counted mentally in his head) of his head being submerged in water, just before he passed out from lack of oxygen, the Outcasts pulled him back up again. Hiccup coughed up the salt water invading his lungs, glaring at Alvin afterwards, his eyes ice cold.

"Don't give me that look, 'iccup," said Alvin in a sing-song tone of voice. "You put this on yourself. Now tell me, Hiccup. How do you train a dragon?"

"I'll never tell you," Hiccup snarled.

Alvin sighed. "You know, we can do this all day, Hiccup," he said. "I have no problem with it. I don't have anything better to do, so it's not like you're wasting my time." He nodded to the soldiers, who then proceeded to shove Hiccup back into the water.

Hiccup didn't have a warning this time, though, and he didn't know he was going to be shoved back in so soon. He wasn't able to take a breath before going under. His lungs were screaming for air as he fought to keep himself from gulping down water, yet still did it anyway no accident, just by his body's instinct.

This dunking lasted nearly two minutes, and during it, Hiccup had swallowed more water than he wished to think about. When they finally pulled him back up, he gasped for breath, hurling all the water he had accidently gulped down.

"We can do this for as long as you want, Hiccup," Alvin sneered. "As soon as you want to stop, just tell me how to train dragons, and well...it'll be over sooner than you expect."

"Nope," Hiccup said. His confidence was fading slowly, but he wasn't about to let the Outcast see that. "Never gonna happen, Alvin. Maybe you are wasting your time with me, y'know, trying to get me to spill the information I kn-"

He was cut off when he was pushed back into the water. It went on for another half an hour, and by the time they were finally finished with Hiccup, he was barely conscious, feeling even more sick then he had felt before. The Outcasts threw him into another prison; he was separated from Toothless. He could hardly think about it, though, before unconsciousness overtook his being.

When the Outcasts never brought Hiccup back, Toothless panicked. Maybe that was an understatement. He went bonkers, running around his cell like a mad dragon. What were the Outcasts doing!? That was just the problem, and the thing that was most worrisome.

He didn't know. He didn't know what the Outcasts had done to Hiccup. He didn't even want to think about it. More than ever he wanted to break out of his cage, but that in it of itself was impossible.

Unless…

He bashed himself up against the door of the cell. The Outcasts didn't give either him or Hiccup too much food, so the Night Fury was weak from being malnourished. The cell looked brand new as well, so breaking down the door was not an option. However, Toothless wasn't aiming to break down the door. He was going for something entirely different.

"Come on, come on," he said to himself as he continued to throw his body weight against the bars. "Someone hear all this ruckus...yes, someone hear the Night Fury stirring trouble...someone come down here...yes...someone…"

He smashed himself against the door even louder when he heard footsteps. They were coming straight towards his cell. Two Outcasts appeared, just as Toothless had hoped.

"Um...what does it want?" one of them said to the other. They were the same two Outcasts who had imprisoned Toothless all that time ago; Toothless had almost forgotten about it. He would never forget how stupid those two were.

So, Toothless put on his best acting, and went to work. He moaned in imaginary pain, lifting his front leg and whimpering, licking the limb tenderly.

"Come on, buy it, just buy it," Toothless thought to himself silently. "I'm hurt, feel sorry for me, open the cell…"

"It looks injured," the first Outcasts says to the second one. "We should do something about that, shouldn't we?"

"I think we should," the second one replied. "Because if something happens to this dragon, Alvin says that he'll have our heads."

This was it. This was Toothless' chance. The Outcasts unlocked the prison cell and walked in. They didn't shut it behind them. However, Toothless didn't make a break for it yet. He had to find some way to get them to take his muzzle off.

He whimpered as they approached him, trying to make himself look as scared and helpless as ever. He pawed at his muzzle and tossed his head slightly, trying to get the point across.

"I think we did the muzzle too tight," the second Outcast mused. "It looks like it's hurting him."

"We have to do something about that," the second one agreed. He stepped forward, drawing his sword, cutting the muzzle away with two swipes. The door still remained open. This was it.

As soon as the muzzle was off his face, Toothless lunged. He knocked the Outcasts over, who were too stunned in surprise to move out of the way. He whacked them both with his tail; they were unconscious. Then, he ran out of the cell, slapping the door with his tail to shut it once again. He made sure the Outcasts were out cold, and then he ran.

He ran, sniffing the air for Hiccup's scent. And then, just when Toothless was about to start looking randomly, he caught it. He began following Hiccup's unmistakable trail.

"Don't worry, Hiccup," Toothless said. "I'm coming."