A/N: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon.
Sorry about the wait for this chapter, I was having trouble figuring out what all I would include, but I think I have figured it out, so here you go. I will be doing a complete rewrite of this story after I post this chapter, I hope that I will get one or two chapters in each week, so please check back in if you are interested. I will be changing some key plot points, so it might cause a little confusion if you continue on.
After the battle on Berk, Alvin had hidden himself in the forest, unable to make his way to the ships. He had been creeping into town to steal food, after having accidentally come across that weird old hermit and his sheep. He wished that he had never seen what he had that day, as despite being able to stomach the gore of battle, he had nearly emptied his stomach that day.
Alvin tended to overhear pieces of gossip from the townspeople, including that Hiccup was still alive, but had lost his leg. He looked at his hooked hand and yearned for revenge, and when he saw Hiccup limping around that first time, he knew what he was going to do.
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It had been a taxing day for Hiccup, between Astrid following him, and having an overprotective Night Fury refuse to let him out of his sights. All he wanted was a good meal and a warm bed.
He went into the Mead Hall and got himself a plate of food from an unfamiliar worker, but he paid no attention.
The dragon behind him was another matter.
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Toothless hated how stubborn Hiccup was, never looking out for his health or safety. He grumbled in annoyance as he saw his rider's legs buckle and used his head to keep him from falling.
Despite his annoyance, he was glad that people had finally stopped waving sharp, pointy objects at him. That all changed when he detected a familiar scent, and the scent of poison.
He leapt into action, shooting a tiny bolt of plasma at the plate in Hiccup's hands, incinerating it, and more importantly, its poisoned contents.
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Hiccup turned in shock when he was suddenly left without his plate, and he asked Toothless, "Why did you do that bud, it was just a plate of food."
Toothless growled back, before imitating a swallow, and falling over, as if dead.
Hiccup realized what Toothless had done, and he said, "Thanks bud, I'm sorry that I doubted you. Where did that poison come from?"
Toothless turned his head and glared at the unfamiliar worker, and when he took a closer look, he saw that it was Alvin.
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To say that Alvin was unhappy was an understatement. He had almost managed to kill that infuriating boy, but then that scaled demon had seen through the ploy and unmasked him.
He decided that he would go for a more direct approach, trying to kill Hiccup with an axe.
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Toothless saw Alvin grab an axe, and he suppressed a groan of frustration. Humans and their sharp objects, when would they learn that pointing them at a Night Fury was a bad idea?
Toothless huffed a small plasma blast at the man's good hand, causing him to drop the axe and scream in pain.
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Hiccup looked at Toothless in shock as the dragon had just disarmed Alvin, and then began to warble in laughter as the man screamed as his hand burnt to a crisp.
He quickly unsheathed his sword, and sighed before he stabbed Alvin through the heart. At least he would not have to worry about that enemy again.
His stomach grumbled again, and he moved back to grab another plate, happy that Toothless just nodded and followed him to a seat.
Another short chapter, featuring some new viewpoints, and some elements that will be added into earlier chapters.
Feel free to let me know what you think of the new viewpoints and if you think I should use them in my rewriting.