Alright, I'm back! For every Hobbit fan out there: the third movie is awesome and awful at the same time. Don't worry, I won't spoil, but the ending SUCKS. Okay, maybe that's a little spoiler. Just a little one though. But really, the ending sucks. All the rest of the movie is AWESOME.

Here's a new chapter for you guys!

Enjoy!

Chapter 37 Losing limbs

It wasn't Stoick who found them together, it was Wrenlou. He had come down to get water and glanced in to see how Hiccup was doing. He was now standing at the edge of the bed, not really knowing what to do. He poked Hiccup's shoulder, waking him.

'Wrenlou? What are you doing here?'

'Oh, you know... couldn't sleep... The real question is, what is she doing here?'

Hiccup looked down on the sleeping girl in his arms. 'She came over last night.'

'Yes, I know. That was five hours ago. What is she still doing here, and why is she in your arms?'

'She... I... It's hard to explain.'

'Is it really. Doesn't seem so difficult to me.'

'No! It's not like that. Nothing happened.'

'Don't worry, I believe you. But you might want to get her home. I have no idea what your father would say if he saw this.'

'Yeah... you're right... I just don't want to wake her just yet.'

'It's near morning. Just saying. I'll leave you alone then.'

'Wrenlou? Are you al right?'

Wrenlou hesitated, his back turned towards Hiccup. He sighed and glanced over his shoulder. 'I have been better, but it could be worse.'

With that he left the room. Hiccup looked down on Astrid, smiling in her sleep. He sighed before he gently shook her shoulder. She mumbled before she cracked an eye open.

'Is it morning yet?'

'Almost, but it's saver if you go. I'm not sure how my dad will react to this. I think it's best if we tell him first before he finds us in bed together.'

She nodded, then sat up. She braided her hair again before she slid of the bed. Before leaving, reluctantly, she ran her hand through his hair and stole another kiss. When the door closed behind her, Hiccup sighed. He already missed the warmth of her skin on his, the feeling of her hair on his chest. He turned on his side, gritting his teeth over the pain, and fell asleep again.

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He was woken up so roughly that he sat up with a jolt, whimpering and cringing at the pain. Stoick was standing next to him, light pouring through the window and the open door.

'I am sorry son, I didn't mean to hurt you, but something is wrong with your friend.'

'Wrenlou. His name is Wren...'

He was cut off by a scream from upstairs. His head snapped up and without thinking he jumped out of the bed. He had forgotten that his prosthetic was on the chair on the other side of the room. Stoick pulled him up and sat him down on the edge of the bed, before bringing him his prosthetic.

'Stupid leg.'

While he was attaching the prosthetic to his leg, another scream came from upstairs, followed by a long wail from a Night Fury.

'Dad, find Broghan and the others. Send them here, now.'

His father nodded and left. It took a lot longer than he liked to get the prosthetic in working order, but now he was running upstairs as fast as his injuries allowed him. He almost broke the door down. Snowflake was standing over the bed, wailing while she nudged her rider with her nose. Hiccup ran over as fast as he could, almost shoving the dragon aside. The look of agony from when he first woke up was all over Wrenlou's face again, and at first he though that it was simply because the painkiller had worn off again. But then he saw something else. Wrenlou's right hand was clenched so tightly, that his nails were digging into his palm, drawing blood. He gently touched his hand, causing another scream. That was the moment Broghan and the others came in.

'Wrenlou! Hiccup, what happened?'

'I don't know, I just found him like this.'

'Leila, go get Aminda. NOW!' She sprinted out the door as fast as her legs could carry her. 'Sharon, Suzan, get that dragon out of here.'

The twins nodded. Snowflake did not want to leave. She wailed and kept trying to get back to her rider. Eventually she was led out of the room, leaving Hiccup and Broghan at Wrenlou's side.

'His entire arm is rigid, like all his muscles are tensed up.'

Wrenlou muffled another scream when Broghan touched his arm. He was breathing ragged, the pain all over his face. Leila came back, Aminda in tow. Both women had a worried look on her face. Broghan send Leila downstairs, to help the twins keep Snowflake there. She left reluctantly. Aminda knelt next to the bed, quickly undoing the bandage around Wrenlou's shoulder. Wrenlou gritted his teeth at any little movement. The wound on his shoulder was red, the edges ragged. It looked like it was made yesterday, not almost a month ago. Aminda shook her head.

'There is nothing I can do about this. Only one thing can save him now.'

Hiccup and Broghan exchanged a glance before turning to Wrenlou again. They all knew what that meant.

'No.'

Wrenlou was staring up at them. He had uttered the word through his clenched teeth.

'Wren...

'No!' He pushed himself up into a sitting position. 'I will not lose my arm.'

'There must be other ways to fix this.' Hiccup said, moving closer to Wrenlou. 'Can't you get rid of the infection by... I don't know... cauterizing it, or cutting it out.'

Aminda shook her head. 'The infection is located too deep to cut out and too deep to cauterize. The only way to stop it from spreading is to...'

She glanced at Wrenlou. The look on his face was a mixture of pain, anger and fear. She shook her head and turned to Broghan.

'I will go get my stuff.'

She didn't see that the expression on Wrenlou's face changed to pure fear. As soon as she was gone he turned to Broghan.

'You can't let her do that!'

Broghan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 'Wrenlou...'

'You can't! What the hell am I supposed to do with one arm?'

'You'll live, that's what! You think I like this? You think I want her to...' He took a deep breath before he continued. 'Wren, be reasonable. At first you couldn't feel it and now it hurts to touch it.'

'I consider that an improvement.' Wrenlou hissed.

'And so do I. But she thinks otherwise. Wrenlou, she's a healer, she knows what's best for you.'

'In case you have forgotten, I am a healer too. And I'm pretty sure I know what's best for me better than she does!'

'Maybe, but I'm not planning on letting you die.'

'Do you think I plan on living with one arm? I'd rather die first!'

'Wrenlou! You don't mean that!'

'Yes I do!'

The room fell quiet. Wrenlou was staring up at Broghan, tears burning in his eyes. Broghan was staring back, shock written all over his face. Leila was standing at the foot end of the bed, frozen. Hiccup sat down behind Wrenlou and pulled him in his arms, trying to comfort him a little. Broghan turned away, hardly able to control his tears. When Aminda came back, carrying a bag, Wrenlou started sobbing. All his anger had washed away, all that was left was the fear. Broghan rubbed his eyes, quickly wiping away the tears. He didn't want to admit that he was just as scared. Wrenlou needed him at the moment, as someone to support him. But when he looked at his brother, curled up in Hiccup's arms, he knew that it was going to be very hard to remain strong. Wrenlou looked like he wanted to disappear into Hiccup. He was crying, whimpering every time pain flashed through his shoulder, and he was holding his right arm close to his chest. Hiccup was holding him tight, as if he wanted to protect him from Aminda and her knifes.

'I won't let you do it.'

They all turned to him. Broghan sighed.

'Hiccup...'

'No! I won't let you do it! Look at him, Broghan, do you think he was joking when he said he'd rather die? Let me tell you something you don't know. After I lost my leg when the Titan Wing attacked, when I woke up, Wrenlou told me that he was glad it wasn't my arm. He told me that he might be able to accept the loss of a leg, but not the loss of an arm. Then he told me that he would rather be dead than life on with one arm! Have you ever seen an archer with one arm?'

Broghan sighed. Hiccup had a point. Archers with one arm didn't really help a lot in battle.

'Hiccup... I can't let him die. You must understand that.'

'Do you think I want him to die? Do you think I would just give up on him? But be honest Broghan, I know your brother better than you do. Every time we went exploring and something would go wrong, I got to know him better. Yes, he's stubborn. Yes, he's a fighter. But even the biggest, most badass warrior has his fears. I happen to know that his is losing his arms. That is the only thing he won't be able to survive.'

'I refuse to believe he would just give up!'

'Broghan! Archery is his life! Without his arm, he can't shoot. It won't make a difference if you cut it off or not!'

Broghan took a few deep breaths, then he turned to Aminda.

'Can't we wait a little longer?'

She sighed. 'Two, maybe three days. But that's the maximum. If it's not any better by then, we will have no choice. I still say it's best if we do I now.'

'No. if we can wait a few more days, then let's give him that time. You never know what might happen.'

'It will get worse.'

'It might. Or it might get better. He can feel his arm again. You have to admit that that is an improvement.'

'He still can't move it, now can he?'

'Stranger things have happened. I don't know why you are so eager to cut his arm of, but I won't stand for it. Not today. I don't want my brother to die, but I don't want him giving up on life either. A lot can happen in two days, let's just wait it out.'

Aminda sighed, looking from Broghan to Hiccup and Wrenlou than back to Broghan. 'Alright. We'll do it your way. I might be able to cook something up that could possibly slow the infection, but it won't be easy and it will take time. I will check on him in a few hours.'

They watched her leave in silence. When she was gone, Hiccup looked at Broghan.

'Thank you.'

'Let's just hope I didn't sentence my brother to death by doing that.'

'I'll be fine.' Wrenlou mumbled, pulling away from Hiccup's arms and wiping the tears from his face.

'You're in pain. I will go..'

'No, don't.'

'Why not? I can't watch you in pain.'

'I need it. It tells me it's still there. It tells me I'm alive.'

'Broghan sighed and sat down next to him. Wrenlou's shoulder hadn't been bandaged again, and it was like the wound was laughing at him.

'We should bandage that.'

Wrenlou shook his head. 'Leave it.'

'Are you sure?'

Wrenlou nodded. 'Yes. Leave it. It will look a lot better tomorrow, I can promise you that.'

'You do know that I'm worried, right?'

'Broghan, you're my brother. Of course you are worried.'

Wrenlou stared down on his hand, biting his lip. It was still clenched, blood dripping from his palm. He gritted his teeth, too focused to see Hiccup and Broghan exchange a worried glance. Muffling a scream when the pain flashed through his shoulder, he managed to open his hand. It was shaking, nail marks visible in his palms, but he had opened his hand. Hiccup and Broghan stared at him, amazed.

'You moved it. You actually moved it! Seems like I made the right decision after all.'

Wrenlou looked up, relief and joy all over his face. He was smiling from ear to ear. Maybe he could keep his arm after all.