Krogan charged, no weapon in hand, nothing. But Hiccup knew that Krogan didn't need a blade or any other object with the purpose of killing to vanquish his enemies. Yet, despite knowing all that, Hiccup still faced the Flyer head-on.
He locked eye with the man and dashed forward. Krogan had his fists at the ready and Hiccup easily ducked under the first punch, ending up behind Krogan while the Flyer finished with his swing. Hiccup didn't waste any time, knowing all too well how fast Krogan was and kicked his prosthetic against the back of his knee. That sent the Flyer directly to his knees. Krogan groaned in frustration and pain while digging his hands in the mud. He didn't take long though. Almost immediately, he swung around and body-slammed the Rider to the ground, earning him a good few punches to the face before grabbing him by the shoulders and slamming him against the ground.
"Still think you're tough?" asked Krogan, a smile printed on his face.
"I'm pretty confident," replied Hiccup through narrowed eyes, the fresh pain trying to shut his eyes tight. Hiccup didn't even think and slammed his forehead against Krogan's, sending the Flyer on a little trip to Dizzy Town.
The Rider scurried away, reclaiming high ground before having to face the madman once again.
"I think I have him pissed off now," mumbled Hiccup, a distance away from the Flyer while holding his ground. The moment Krogan swiped his hand off his face and turned to him, eyes flashing with rage, Hiccup could feel himself automatically grimace. "Yep. Well done, Hiccup."
Krogan came at him like a dragon on a prey, trying to grab him between his talons but Hiccup moved just fast enough to escape his grasp and buy himself enough time until he could figure out his next move. Every pounce from Krogan was skilled and Hiccup studied the man for any weaknesses. Everyone has a weakness. The trick was to find it and strike. Just like he learned during his Dragon Training all those years ago.
Just when the Flyer charged, Hiccup ducked the blow of his fist and held out his own, slamming it against the man's throat. Krogan collapsed to the ground, his hands tightened around his throat while he tried figuring out how to breathe properly again. His wheezes were sharp and Hiccup wondered how painful that could possibly be.
Hiccup took that moment to take a breather, resting his hands on his thighs while he eyed Krogan. His soaked auburn hair dangled before his emerald green eyes, the raindrops replacing his sweat. The Rider straightened up again and approached the Flyer who stood on all four, still trying to learn how to use his throat for what it appeared.
"It's all over, Krogan," said Hiccup, his hands loosened on each side of him. He looked down on the man, waiting for him to look up at him with eyes burning with hatred. But the man remained where he was, never lifting up his head.
He got a chuckle as a response instead, followed by, "Or is it?"
Hiccup's eyes flashed wide the moment Krogan's fist met his leg, slamming against the sick skin. Pain stroke him like lightning and Hiccup's entire body shut down like a dragon hit by Dragon Root. The Rider immediately collapsed next to Krogan with no resistance to slow his fall.
Krogan slowly rose back on his two feet and stretched his neck, running his hand on his throat once more. It brought no smile on his face but as he lowered his gaze once more, all he could do was that.
"Did you really think you could stand a chance? And without your beloved dragon?" mocked Krogan, grinning. He walked toward his ax that lay on the ground, the droplets splashing on the smooth surface of the blade.
Hiccup lifted his upper body off the ground with much effort, looking up as Krogan advanced, the mighty ax dragging behind him. The noise was threatening, sending shivers down his back. The Rider pushed himself up to a sitting position and tried moving his leg, only for the pain to hit again. It was too great to hold back the cry and Hiccup shut his eyes tight, hands balled into fists.
"Oh, don't worry," said Krogan with a not-so-soothing voice. "It'll all be over soon. For you and everyone else."
The Dragon Flyer swung the ax over his shoulder and Hiccup braced himself, at least hoping for a quick and painless death. But as he listened at the blade cut through rain, whistling sharply and meet its meal, Hiccup cracked an eye open to see Viggo standing between him and Krogan.
Hiccup's eyes widened and he gasped, realizing what had occurred. Krogan stared, shocked. Viggo held his gaze but held no fear as his blood stained the blade red. The ex-Hunter had jumped in just in time for Hiccup's fate to become his. The wide blade dug into his chest, thick blood dripping on the ground and mixing with the puddles of water.
"Viggo!" cried out Hiccup, breaking the sudden silence while reaching out a hand to the ex-Hunter. But all that resulted in was make him lose balance and instantly and fall on his stomach, covering half of his face with splatters of mud. His eyes watered as Hiccup watched Viggo fall to his knees, the ax still stuck in his chest.
Krogan hadn't moved since. He just kept staring at Viggo with a blank expression. But the Flyer eventually snapped out of it and his mad smile returned. His eyes shifted from Viggo to Hiccup and the Flyer moved on to the Rider, approaching him slowly. Hiccup immediately pushed himself off the ground again and tried to find his footing, but even with the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the pain of his leg just kept him bounded to the ground. He was a sitting duck against the Flyer and there was nothing he could do about it.
Krogan grabbed Hiccup by the throat and lifted him off the ground like he was the weight of a feather. His feet barely touching the ground, the Flyer dragged him to the edge of the cliff and held him above the empty. Hiccup couldn't manage to get any word or the slightest noise out. All he could do was claw the man's arm and kick with his metal leg. And even that was of no help to him.
"You've underestimated me, Dragon Rider," said Krogan, squeezing even harder, making Hiccup's eyes slowly become bloodshot. "All too many times. But I'll admit that I've done the same. Yet, in the end, only one triumphs. Wouldn't you agree?" Hiccup jerked, refusing to go out. Krogan sighed and held his arm out even further. "You should've just died when you had the chance. Because now, we gotta do it all over again." Hiccup could barely stay awake and slowly, his will the fight faded. His eyelids became too heavy for him to keep his eyes opened. Hiccup watched Krogan tilt his head to the side right as his vision blurred.
"Goodnight, Dragon Rider," said Krogan as Hiccup's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body went completely limp.
All noise suddenly seemed to fade out as Krogan stared at the Rider's unconscious face. The distant explosions and cries all disappeared as he realized he'd defeated both the Dragon Hunter and Dragon Rider. Or so he thought.
Still fixating Hiccup Haddock hanging from his grip, Krogan felt the sudden pain pierce through his middle like a stab in the back. Surely, the Flyer looked down and stared down at the wide blade of a sword belonging to none other than Viggo Grimborn. Krogan didn't move and watched as the dark red liquid slid down the steel. He didn't let go of Hiccup though and slowly turned around to meet Viggo's face, the ax still impaled in his body. But for Krogan, Viggo wanted to make sure the Dragon Flyer didn't stand a chance and pulled back on the sword, draining the life out of him.
Krogan's grip on Hiccup's throat loosened and the Rider collapsed on the edge of the cliff. Krogan took a few steps toward the ex-Hunter, pointing a finger down at him.
"You…" he hissed, blood dripping out of his mouth. But Krogan's time was up and he collapsed next to the unconscious Rider, soaking in a pool of his own blood.
Viggo finally allowed his exhaustion to take over him and he fell back down on his knees. He breathed loudly, the circles under his eyes greater than ever. He took a firm grip on the handle of the ax and tugged hard, removing the blade that had taken a large bite at him. Blood immediately flooded out of the large wound and Viggo took one last glance at Hiccup's unconscious face. The ex-Hunter only smiled slightly before getting swallowed by the unavoidable wave of blackness and finally hit the ground as well.
I hope you're all crying.