Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. This chapter just needed to be good. This chapter will be a pivotal point, in a way. A lot is going to happen but I can't say anything or else it'll spoil things. So enjoy.

Disclaimer: There are some graphical scenes in this chapter, so you have been warned.

Chapter 11: End of the Line

Dagur wasn't a happy person right now, usually he could find pleasure in harming, or even maiming them for personal entertainment. He was nicknamed Deranged for a reason. Yet now that displeasure is at an all-time high as a moment ago, he was in the forest, crossbow ready and eyes looking around for Hiccup. He had gone back into the forest solo, finding it easier for him to go at it on his own, plus he figured the other would have slowed him down. He wanted to hunt Berk's heir down very badly and drag him back to Berk kicking and screaming. It would be then he would kill Hiccup's Night Fury right in front of him. Oh, how he wanted that moment to become a reality, the shock and anguish on his face will be one to remember for years to come. The desire to find him grew and grew with every passing second as he hurried along to try and locate him. He could just smell the runt's scent and was nearly closing in on him…that is until one of the Outcasts nervously found him, delivering a message. Something had apparently happened, and his presence was needed back in the village. Dagur growled dangerously and reluctantly returned back home…after punching the Outcast in the stomach and leaving him hunched over trying to breath.

He soon returned to the village, most of his soldiers avoiding looking their leader in the eye, all nervous for some reason. He shot a look back at them and they instantly adverted eye contact. Once back he went to the stairs near the Great Hall, where Savage could be found, the same nervous expression on his face, it only got worse once the older male saw the Berserker chief approaching.

"What is it? What is so important that I had to be called back here?" Dagur asked in irritation, fists resting on his hips in irritation. Oh, he wished that this wasn't a waste of time, as if it was his men will pay…that or the one who delivered the message.

"Uh…Dagur, sir a couple of things," Savage started out, not sure where to start out.

"And they are?" the Berserker chief asked, his patience running thin.

"We finished searching Stoick's house, and found something interesting in Hiccup's room," Savage spoke up, relieved to see a bit of interest coming on his leader's face. "Apparently he had a loose floorboard and had something hidden in there."

"What was it?"

"We're not sure, all we found is an empty chest, whatever it was we figure he has it now," Savage explained, figuring that what originally was inside must have been important.

"True true…it would explain why he was there when Sten was checking the place over," Dagur responded in interest. What secrets could Hiccup be hiding from him? It would have to be important for him to risk coming to the village for it. "It has to be something important to Berk to cause him to try and collect it." He started to wonder what it was, making him want to find Hiccup most of all, just to satisfy his curiosity.

"A few of us are thinking the same thing, but we don't know what it could be at the moment," Savage started to say, feeling a bit more comfortable talking to his leader and the risk of being harmed in any way.

"How many men do we have searching the forest?" Dagur then asked in curiosity.

"A few short of twenty, most of the manpower is needed to keep the village secured," is the answer he got back.

"Hmm…" the Berserker leader then started to think. Those large numbers are a good amount but the forest is too vast to comb through, especially with someone as small as Hiccup so he could slip through them easily. Plus, Berk is Hiccup's territory so he would know how to hide easily. As much as he wanted to spare extra men to make the search better, he knew Savage is right about keeping most of his men here. Besides he himself wanted to find Hiccup himself…so maybe the low numbers wouldn't be so bad. "Alright, that seems good enough, anything else I should know about?'

"The prisoners are getting rowdy, many of the parents look like they might crack since they are separated from their kids…we managed to pacify them for the time being, but it could still be a problem sometime later," Savage then explained.

Dagur only scoffed at that, "If they know what's good for them, or their kids, then they will know not to resist. Besides I know you all are handling this for now as I-" Just then Dagur's stomach growled, interrupting his train of words.

"A…problem sir?" Savage asked, clearly knowing what this meant.

A small, disappointed, groan left the teen's mouth, this is something he doesn't need right now, but his bodily needs apparently are taking over right now and making their desires known. Yet now that he thinks of it, ever since taking over the town he has been using all of his energy and time hunting down Hiccup, forgoing sleep and eating. This is bad as despite being who he is, even he needed to rest and recuperate. What a bad time for this to happen to him right now as nothing but disappointment followed in its wake.

"I'm going to get some food…and maybe catch some sleep, don't bother me unless you have Hiccup or it's something life or death, understood?" Dagur then responded back, voice stern and serious.

"Y-Yes sir, I'll inform everyone else," Savage nodded nervously, knowing that if anyone disturbed their leader's sleep then they are a dead man…literally.

"Good," Dagur responded back as he turned around and walked off. As the seconds ticked off his bodily needs started to grow and grow, fully knowing that this was the best course of action, much to his reluctance. Either way once he's back at full strength he can go back on the hunt and nothing will stop him, he'll barrel through the forest to find his target.

For now, Hiccup has a small reprieve from Dagur…but is that really a good thing at this point?

He had to do it…He had to do it…

That has been something Hiccup has been saying to himself ever since this crisis started, and to be honest, he's slowly starting not to believe in it anymore. He didn't even know what to think. Currently the teen is walking through the forest, head down casted some, shoulders slumped…and a look of remorse and horror upon his face. Not only that but he looked exhausted and…nearly at the end of his rope. Not too long ago he had to kill four more Outcasts, while they were knocked out. All because one of them knew key hiding spots around Berk, something that would have put the teen in danger.

Sadly, he didn't know which Outcast knew the information he needed…and there was no way Hiccup could leave them alone, especially with one of them knowing the knowledge that he knew of. So…in a tough choice in which Hiccup was reluctant to do, he took out his knife and ended their lives, as it was the only thing he could do to stay safe. He had to do it…it was the only way…yet why does he feel terrible about it?

He just took the lives of four people not that far from one another, and what was worse is that they were in vulnerable positions. They could not defend themselves and he took advantage of it. They went to sleep due to the traps and because of him they will never wake up. But they were his enemies, they would try and cause harm to him, so why should he feel terrible about his actions? This only made Hiccup more affirm that he wasn't a normal Viking, as he couldn't even kill without feeling remorse, even when it came towards his enemies. Yet, he remembered what his dad said after his first kill, how it was good he felt bad about killing, how it made him not take pleasure in it. The teen was wasn't sure how anyone could enjoy killing at all, but apparently there are some who did. The mere thought of this alone weighed heavily on his mind, as he willingly killed more and more…What does this say about him?

Finally, after an undetermined amount of walking, and thinking, the sound of running water hit both ears. Hiccup looked up and is surprised to find himself at a small lake with a stream connected into it. It was settled in a small clearing with a flat, open, patch of dirt and grass. Almost immediately Hiccup could recognize the area and couldn't help but smile as this is a place, he had previously visited…alongside his father. This small lake happens to be a nice fishing spot, but it wasn't visited as much as it was located just about on the other side of Berk. Many who come here would usually spend the day here and stay the night as they wouldn't want to walk through the forest after dark. Hiccup and Stoick had done this not too long ago. His dad wanting to spend time with his son and suggested the trip, the teen hesitant on this as it was early on with the both of them mending fences and he wasn't sure about being alone like this. But he came around and to be honest, it was a great trip for the both of them. They talked, fished, and had a great time with one another, all in all it was needed.

Almost immediately he stumbled over towards the water, eyes focused on the clean water before him. Right as he got to the edge he dropped down to his knees, dropping his bag and shield as his hands dipped into the water, forming a small cup and bring some water to his mouth, drinking it down. A small satisfying sigh left the teen's mouth as the clean water went down his throat, prompting him to take another drink and another and so on. Due to conserving his resources Hiccup couldn't take that much of a drink from his water pouch, and as a result he grew thirsty easily. He kept drinking more and more water, glad to be able to consume as much as he wanted right now. This lasted nearly a minute before he stopped, head leaning back and sighing in relief from the much-needed drink.

Both eyes closed as he tried to calm himself, the running water filtering into his mind and providing a calming sensation through his mind. This…was actually nice, as for a brief moment all of his worries and thoughts left from his mind. He really needed this, a bit of levity from all the running, the chasing and kills he had done. The teen knew it was best he kept moving but…he can't the way he is, he needed a small escape from the situation he found himself in, even if it was a small one. Sitting down on the ground; his good leg bent with his other stretched forward. Both hands going out to rub where his stump is, sighing in a bit of relief from his actions. All this running has been doing hasn't been kind on his stump, as he can still feel it throbbing some. The constant small rests in between haven't been too kind to it, and he wasn't sure how much more it could take.

He wasn't sure how much more he could take.

He's tired, dirty, aching, unfocused and most of all scared. The nightmare that plagued him didn't help his mental state and it prevented him from wanting to sleep. Exhaustion is slowly taking over and the teen is using everything he had from just keeling over. He just wanted all of this to be over with and be back home with his dad and Toothless. Both of them sitting by the fire and talking to one another, as Toothless rested his head in his lap, garnering a few pets. Part of him wanted his dad most of all. He knew crying is a sign of weakness but after all he has been going through, he felt he is entitled to it, he just wanted to be held by his dad and just let loose. Knowing his dad would be there, trying to comfort him and saying things will be alright. It would help him…he wanted that most of all.

He looked around the area and couldn't help but smile as he remembered the small fishing trip some more. Things were awkward at first, as it seemed like they weren't sure how to interact with one another. Couldn't blame them as it was one of the rare moments, they were civil. Part of Hiccup thought that things wouldn't work out but…once they casted their lines and started talking things just clicked into place for them. They were smiling, laughing and finally enjoying one another's company. Sleeping under the stars was also a great experience for them, as Hiccup felt at ease with his dad there. It was then that he realized that maybe things could be fixed between them.

"W-We should do this again…come back out here again," Hiccup smiled at the prospects of doing the fishing trip all over again, thinking it would be better this time around. Yet a small frown came upon his face, "That is…if there can be a second time around…if things can be resolved."

Doubt of whether if another fishing trip could happen again started to weigh on the boy's mind, now not sure if surviving this is even possible. He is nearly at the end of his rope and all the killing has weighed him down a lot. He wasn't even sure how much longer he could flee for. Part of him wanted to keep going and use everything he had, especially as he was so close to safety…but another part of him is saying he's done and has no more left…and he means that in a different way. Could Hiccup, or would he be the same after all this is over with? Could he be the same person he was before? He remembered who he turned into after his first kill, and it only got worse after the ones that were done on Dragon island. Hiccup could still lead, and he was still functioning but…this time it felt different.

All his confidence is shot, his mind pledged with bad thoughts and every time he closes his eyes, he can see all those men's faces. A shiver went down his spin as his body trembled, as much as he wanted to block them out, he couldn't, their voices getting louder and louder with every life he took. If this was over, could he go back to leading the Riders…working in the forge…being heir? Could he do those jobs again…or would he be a shell of his former self? At the rate he's going, Hiccup might not be able to claim what he lost….his sanity.

"Finally found you," A deep and angered voice is heard.

Hiccup's eyes rose and body trembled as he quickly turned around, getting to his feet, "Oh no…"

A few yards away Sten stood, eyes narrowed with an expression of successfulness on his face, which is also seemed to be laced with…pain? The Berserker trembled a bit, and that could maybe be attributed to his bandaged arm…well arms. One of which is where the burns are, the white cloth is stained in red as the fist is clenched and trembling. His other arm, right where his forearm is was bandaged as well. Both of Sten's eyes took in his target, finding that his time in the forest effecting his appearance. Scraps and dirt adorned his body, hair a mess, and most of all blood on his clothes…his comrades blood. The mere thought made him angry, yet that seemed to have had an effect on the boy as he looked frightened and exhausted. This didn't matter at all. The older male took a step forward, which to Hiccup seemed very threatening as he gathered up his items, stopping upon hearing his voice. "I have been all over this forest…been forgoing sleep and eating all for this one moment."

"P-Please…s-stay away," Hiccup's breathing increased as he pulled his shield out in front of him. His free hand went to his knife but stopped and trembled before he could touch it…he couldn't grab it; he didn't want to use it. He knew what this knife could do…what it did do, and he didn't want it to happen again. His mind screaming to run away, but the throbbing in his stump told him otherwise. Besides the male before him is bigger so he could catch him easily, and this time he might not have the fortitude to escape. The boy's mind is still sharp to know who this guy is and knew that those two bandaged arms are because of him. And with that angered look on that could be seen it seems like this was a bad moment to be caught alone.

"Stay away? Stay away!?" that comment only lit the fire within the older male as he kept taking steps forward, seeing Berk's heir move away from the water, shield in hand. He knew about that shield now and knew it could be trouble and had to be careful around it. "You knocked me into the fire, burning my arm! Possibly causing damage that cannot be healed due to the severity…then sliced my other arm. All of this is your fault, and you want me to stay away!?"

"T-That was an accident I didn't mean for that to happen," Hiccup responded back, heart now pounding as he tried to put as much distance between them, but that isn't working. In all honesty the teen didn't know that would happen to the man's arm…but that seemed to be the focus on this.

"Well, it did, and I have been waiting for so long to exact revenge on you," Sten said in a low, threatening tone as his left hand went for his sword, pulling it out and telling Hiccup his intentions. "My left arm may be weaker, but it can still get the job done."

"P-Please don't do this…I'm sorry…I just…I just…" Hiccup tried to think of a way to talk his way through this, but his mind is all boggled up with so many thoughts, he couldn't think straight.

"Dagur may have told me to take you in alive…but that doesn't mean you have to be in tacked. So how about an arm for an arm!?" with that Sten charged, raising his sword up in the air.

"No!" Hiccup cried out as he jumped to the side, avoiding a downward slash that hit the ground, the tip of the blade embedding into the ground. The teen hit the ground and rolled into a crouched position, looking back at his attacker, body trembling in fear as the realization of the situation being cemented. His attacker is really trying to harm him, not only that but maim him. This is bad, especially as he can't run from this one, his stump will give out before he could get that far.

"For being as small as you are, you are very quick, but you can't keep it up forever," Sten easily pulled his sword free before charging over, swinging the sword in a horizontal slice.

*Klang!*

The blade met with the gronkle iron, the sound echoing throughout as Hiccup managed to block the blow, but the impact and strength behind it caused the boy to stumble to the side. A small grunt left his mouth as a result, but it wasn't something he couldn't handle. The strength behind the blow wasn't as strong as he thought it would be, which only affirmed what Sten said about his left and being his weakest. Yet, that didn't mean he wasn't deadly at all, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this up.

Hiccup knew he had to do something, or else things could be turning against him. He moved back quickly and aimed his shield and pressed the side button. The front of the shield opened, and a bola flew out, opening and spinning towards the Berserker. Sten saw this and ducked down, feeling it fly over his head and away. Both of Hiccup's eyes widened upon seeing that "Oh no, out of Bolas."

"Not this time, it won't work, just like with your metal leg," Sten said in a smug tone as he rose back to his feet. "Unlike Dagur I learned from our previous encounters, I won't be falling for your tricks, I learned that the hard way when you sliced my arm."

Hiccup then remembered back in the forest when Dagur was chasing him and he thought he got away only for Sten to tackle him. Things seemed bleep for the teen as he was being held down but then managed to escape by slicing his arm. The teen then remembering how he wanted to kill the man but refused. He couldn't do it he couldn't kill again despite him doing it not too long afterwards, and left him alive. But now Hiccup realized that was a mistake, this whole fight and encounter was his fault, if he only had killed him when he had the chance then this encounter wouldn't have happened. This was all on him.

*Klang!*

*Klang!*

Sten's sword swung more, hitting against the shield as Hiccup did his best to block the blows, but the impact of the strikes causing the boy to stumble as the blows grew stronger and stronger, or is it his arms can't handle the force of the blows? He couldn't tell but that wasn't important right now.

"Come on, at least try and attack!" Sten growled as he swung his blade once more, only for Hiccup to dodge and put more distance between them as he stepped back quickly. "For being an heir for a tribe I have to say you are truly pathetic. You'd be nothing without that dragon of yours, and you're nothing now!"

Both of Hiccup's eyes widened as the blade is thrusted towards him, prompting the teen to step to the side. The sudden action caused him to stumble over his feet as his balance is thrown off. "Oof!" he fell on his back, but thankfully as that happened, he missed another slice towards him. Both of Hiccup's eyes widened as he watched Sten raise the sword back up, prompting the teen to roll out of the way just before the tip of the blade came down and once more embedded itself into the dirt.

"What good are you for? You're basically a useless twig!" Sten started to rant out, getting angry at the fact of not being able to hit him. A small grunt left his mouth upon pulling the blade free and looking up to see the boy getting back up. "I don't see why Dagur considers you a threat, you're just a useless, weak, and scared boy in a man's world! You can't even fight like a man is supposed to do!"

Hiccup listened to every word, which is a huge mental blow to him. He mentally wincing at the word Useless, being reminded of his earlier days when his tribe didn't see him as much…but is he really like that still? He couldn't mull on the thought as he watched Sten charge once more, pulling his shield up to block another blow.

*Klang!*

"Ah!" Hiccup grunted as the strike caused his stump to buckle, knocking him down onto a knee.

*Klang!*

Sten struck again, "Useless"

*Klang!*

"and pathetic!"

*Klang!*

"Excuse of an heir!" Sten did another powerful strike.

*Klang!*

"AH!" Hiccup cried out as the side moved to the side, opening himself up. Looking forward he saw Sten rearing back his bandaged arm, almost on reaction.

*Smack!*

"OOF!" the damaged limb collided against the side of Hiccup's face, throwing him to the side and onto the ground.

"ARGH!" Sten cried out as now his burned arm radiated in agony. He stopped his assault as he cradled the throbbing limb, doubling over and stumbling back with both eyes squeezed shut. He wasn't sure why he did that; it was a reflex of his to do that. "Great Odin's ghost, that hurt!"

This gave Hiccup a small reprieve as he laid on the ground, head ringing from the blow. Part of him thought that it was up for him when his shield was moved, only for him to get smacked instead. He must have considered himself lucky that this happened, but it only meant he got to live just for a moment longer…but was it worth it?

"I can't do this…he's going to kill me," Hiccup said out loud as he tried to think of what to do, but his mind is coming up with nothing, except for the words that were said flooding his mind. Is he a bad heir? Without Toothless is he nothing? Could he even be the same after all this? He wasn't sure but all he knew is that he wanted to live but wasn't sure if that is an option now. As he finally got focused once more, he looked but then something came to his vision. Apparently after falling down his bag opened…and a familiar green bottle rolled out. "Of course!"

Hiccup reached and gripped the bottle, quickly trying to get to his feet, turning his head and finding that Sten recovered somewhat from his actions. He looked madder than before as he gripped the hilt of his sword tighter till the skin turned white. "That's it, you caused me more problems as it is…I don't care I just want to make you suffer."

Hiccup watched as Sten blindly ran forward, sword pulling back and being ready to swing. Hiccup timed it right and dove out of the way, in time to miss the oncoming swing. The momentum causing his attacker to stumble forward some as the blade hit nothing but air but turning around on his feet quickly Hiccup then reared his arm back and threw the bottle with all his strength, and luckily it sailed forward and quickly approached his attacker. Sten managed to see something approaching him but his sword then swung again to slice at the item but his eyes widen upon realizing what it was, but it was too late as the bottle made contact with his blade.

*Crack!*

The bottle shattered and the contents splashed on the ground and some of it on him. Almost immediately he breathed it in and started coughing on the spot. "You *cough* little *cough* *cough*!" Sten could only cough as he started to feel himself getting woozy and lightheaded. He stumbled out of the spot where most of the liquid resided. Sword dropping as he started taking off the armor that is soaked in the substance. After doing that he got a fresh breath of air and tried to clear his mind but is still disoriented.

Hiccup smiled as his planned had worked…but then frowned that his attacker is still standing. How could this be, the bottle's substance is not working. Still the way he looked he may be disoriented and the like for a bit…meaning he could escape and run. He wanted to do that but then remembered how because he left this guy alive that he came back to try and kill him now. The teen knew that this guy has a vendetta against him and will do whatever he could to hunt him down, meaning he wouldn't be safe hidden or not. He had to do something…something he wasn't going to be proud of…something he didn't want to do. Unconsciously his hand went to his belt, and with a trembling hand he pulled out the red stained blade. As he looked down at it, he knew what he had to do…but that didn't stop the bile that threaten to escape him from thinking about it.

Still…it had to be done.

"Odin…please forgive me," Hiccup said as he finally took the offensive and charged the man. With a loud grunt the boy thrust the knife right into the side of the knee.

"AHH!" Sten cried out upon feeling something jap into his leg, causing that limb to buckle and caused him to fall down to that knee. "GYAH!"

Hiccup then stabbed at the arm that is burned, inducing further pain into his attacker. Acting quickly Hiccup pulled the knife out and used both hands to stab the man in the back. The blow causing Sten to hunch forward onto his hands and knees. The teen pulled the knife out, seeing crimson coming out from the blow. The sight slowly started to sicken him, but he kept going, stabbing the back more and more. The quick strikes causing more of the sticky crimson to come out and stain his hands.

"AHH! ACK! ARGH!" Sten cried out as he felt stab after stab hitting him. His mind still disoriented and his body not responding at all. Yet one thing he knew is that his body is losing strength. He's only being held up by his arms and those gave way and he fell flat on his face, getting weaker.

Stab after stab Hiccup delivered, not allowing his attacker a chance to recover at all. He didn't want to make the same mistake of him being able to come back, that and he's fueled by the words that were said. The teen is so consumed by his task that he didn't feel the same sticky crimson hitting his clothes, staining them some more. It didn't register within Hiccup's mind as he kept going, wanting to make sure he didn't get up. He didn't even know he's on his knees, stabbing away nor acknowledging that there is no movement left as Sten is now motionless on the ground.

After a bit more stabs Hiccup started to run out of steam as he plunged the knife in once more, freezing in place and panting heavily. His chest heaving as his arms felt spent and could no longer keep going. He didn't even register anything until he felt wetness on his hands, prompting Hiccup to look down, seeing blood and stabs riddling all over the back of the now dead Berserker, no movement, not even breathing. Nothing but silence could be heard except for heavy breathing as only one of them made it out alive. Hiccup, without reacting pulled the knife free, before dropping it to the side and head fell back as hit tears could be felt in his eyes, as he didn't need to look at the face.

He's dead and it was by his hands, only this time it was in an actual fight. The teen had done it and he came out alive as a result. It was a hallow victory to say the least, but now because of it he has another face to add in with the others he could see. The sight of the body horrifying him and the overwhelming guilt from before came back, with a vengeance, as a choked-up sob left his mouth. As things just came crashing down on him, as a new feeling over came him.

Right then and there, something within Hiccup snapped.

"I…I can't do this…I can't go on," Hiccup said as he tried suppressing the tears, feeling as if he had gone over the edge. He just sat there with the body, unmoving as he looked at the green grass below, seeing it slowly being staining with the seeping crimson that oozed from Sten's body. As much as Hiccup knew he had best get out of there, he couldn't, his body refused to move. He fixed a mistake he shouldn't have needed to fix, and now he killed out of anger and…and…"I can't…I can't run away more…I'm done…"

The boy wasn't sure what had happened, it seemed as if killing this time around just…did something to him. All sense of survival went out the door as all thoughts of giving up took over. All the killing, all the blood…all the stress…it finally won. He didn't want to run anymore, he just wanted this to be over with, and he didn't care how. He can't kill anymore, he just…he just can't, as It's destroying him. Emotionally right now he feels as if he's at his lowest point and there is nothing much, he can do….noting that could snap him back. Nor make him continue on.

"M-Maybe…it would be best if…I just surrender. Dagur won't kill me…I know that for a fact…b-but…what about everyone else? Dad…T-Toothless…what about them?" His head dipped down further as he couldn't believe his own thoughts but…it was the only thing he could think of. Even if Odin himself managed to allow Berk to be free Hiccup knew for a fact, he wouldn't be the same…he just couldn't…do anything anymore, and he doubt he even could. He's pushed over the edge and can no longer do it anymore. "I'm sorry dad…Toothless…everyone…I-I tried…but I wasn't strong enough."

With his mind made up Hiccup weakly got back to his feet, picking his knife up and lazily placing it back in his belt. He didn't even want to bother with his items, not like he would be needing them at all. Still…better that someone else get better use for them…right? He slowly picked up his shield and bag, slinging them onto his shoulder and back before turning and looking to remember which way the village was. He would just walk there and not resist; not like he had the mental, or physical, strength to do so.

He took one last look up into the sky, taking in the beautiful blue and white clouds that filled its void. He just got lost at it as he kept looking. The area before him leading to a cliffside as he was apparently at the other side of the island. He had just made it, only for him to throw in the towel. Maybe this speaks volumes of who he truly is…just a small, weak and useless-

Both of Hiccup's eyes widened as something else caught his eye, all thoughts of surrendering disappearing from his mind as a bit of hope started to spark within him. "H-Hey, Hey!" Hiccup suddenly started to call as his arms started to wave. He moved in forward as his heart continued to soar as he kept his eyes in front of him.

In the distance are some familiar silhouettes heading for Berk…Dragon silhouettes.

A/N: Hope you like. Talk about a turn of events, Hiccup killing Sten here. Believe me when I started out Sten wasn't even a thought, but when I did chapter five I thought up of someone to give a small purpose to, someone who would chase Hiccup. His role may have been small but I think it was good either way. Now Hiccup, after killing him, wanted to give up, yet he got some hope now. Sorry for the cliffhanger but I thought that this would be a good stopping point. Thank you all for staying with me, I enjoy any feedback if given. I'll do what I can to get the next chapter out. Till next time.