Oh yeah! I loved this chapter! (Which explains why it is so long)

Here we go, the character from the disclaimer! (You might want to remember him)

Disclaimer: see Prologue

Chapter 7

Hiccup's POV

KLANG! KLANG! KLANG!

I opened up my eyes and started to look around, wondering what happened and where that sound was coming from. I regretted that action almost immediately as my head started throbbing furiously and I started feeling dizzy.

'Well well, looks like the little runt is awake.' I faintly heard someone say behind me. I tried looking around me again and saw that I was in a small room with at my right an entrance, sealed with a number of vertical black batons which prevented anyone from walking in or out of the space.

I'm in a cell?

It was then that the memories of the assault came rushing back to me and I bolted awake. 'Toothless!' I yelled while attempting to stand up, remembering his state before I closed my eyes, but when I tried moving I felt something restricting my arms behind my back. Tied up? What does he think I'll do?

I attempted to stand up again without the help of my hands only to have the headache and dizziness return, but ten times more powerful.

I staggered on my feet and lost my balance. I waited for the inevitable collision with the stone ground as I closed my eyes, but nothing came.

'Wow that was close. I wouldn't try that again if I were you, kid.'

I opened my eyes again, wondering who's voice that was and why I did not feel an immense pain surging through my body, which I should have felt by now already.

The first sight I was confronted with, was a sharp rock sticking out of the ground inches from my eyes. This shocked me a bit and I started to tremble. Wow didn't notice that.

I felt my whole swing back and forth while I finally registered the voice behind me. 'Hey kid, you still there?'

I turned my head around to see the silhouette of a broad Viking bend over me, one hand holding the back of my tunic.

My first thought was that Alvin came to persuade me to train his dragons the only way he knows how. But although the Viking before me possessed a striking resemblance to the irritable Outcast, the stranger has some traits which differed from Alvin. The Outcast Chieftain's hair was a much darker shade of brown than that of the stranger and instead of Alvin's green eyes, this one had piercing brown ones. Moreover, this Viking's voice had a lower pitch than Alvin's raspy voice and he didn't have such a thick accent.

The man's patience was apparently wearing to thin as he sighed and he lifted me up fully. That made me snap out of my thought as I started to struggle against his hold. He didn't seem to notice this though as he placed me against the wall.

It was then, when I could see my feet before me as I was put down, that I noticed a shackle around my left ankle. I followed the chain with my eyes and saw the ring in the wall on which my shackle was attached to with on the ground not far from it a hammer, the perpetrator of the horrible sound I heard when I first woke up. At least they were dumb enough to leave my pet leg on.

The stranger followed my eyes and said: 'We wouldn't want you to get away, now would we.'

Me? Getting away while stuck on an island full of Outcasts without Toothless in a cell with my hands tied behind my back and a chain on my ankle? They give me too much credit. It would be bad not to honour this faith. I grinned.

I turned my attention towards the stranger again and looked at him with a wary look.

'Who are you and why did you caught me when I fell to the ground?'

'The name's Simon and as for why I caught you,' He raised his shoulders, 'well, I really wouldn't want to give Alvin a reason to throw me in the dragon ring.'

Okay… He gave his name away waaay to easily.

'You're welcome by the way.'

I snorted and looked away. As if I am going to give an outcast my gratitude.

Suddenly, a heavy sound was heard, followed by loud voices. 'Speaking of the devil.' Simon said before rushing of in a hurry, dropping his hammer on the ground.

I quickly reached for the hammer and hid it behind my back, hoping it could become useful to me in the future. The moment I relaxed myself against the wall again, Alvin turned around the corner and a grin began to spread on his face when he saw I was awake.

' 'iccup! Ye're awake! What a joy!' He beamed with false happiness as he opened the door, frowning shortly when he realised that it was not locked.

'How 're ye feeling boy?' he asked with a sadistic grin.

'How many times do I have to tell you Alvin, I'm not training your dragons!' I said, wincing as my head throbbed painfully because of the loud voice I used, my head nog fully healed apparently.

Alvin's frown deepened at my statement and he started walking towards me. When the Outcast leader was just a few inches away from me, he grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up easily from the ground. I started to struggle again trying to kick my captor, but again it seems it had no effect whatsoever.

' 'iccup 'iccup, I don't think ye call the shots 'ere. I want ye to train me dragons, so ye're doing just that.' Alvin said while tightening his grip around my collar.

My sight was starting to become hazy because of lack of air, but I wouldn't give in. 'I won't Alvin, you can't make me!' I wheezed while struggling to breathe, trying to release my hands from the rope that was now cutting into my skin.

This made Alvin even angrier and he gave me a strong punch in the stomach to prove his point.

'Let's see about tha', ye talking fish-bone.'

He let me loose and I fell to the ground on my side, curling up in an attempt to ease the pain and to control my breathing again. I then widened my eyes when I recognized that tone of speaking and the situation before me from bully-experience. When I turned to Alvin again, my fears were confirmed and I shivered involuntarily. Damn.

He kicked me hard in the stomach again and I felt tasted iron in my mouth. Oh great, blood. Does he realise how difficult that is to wash out?

Alvin saw this too and his grin became even wider at the sight. God isn't he enjoying himself. I thought sarcastically again as the third and final kick made contact, but this time in my abdomen.

'Well 'iccup, changed yer mind?' He asked again.

I will not give in, I told him too much in the past already. 'No.' I stated again and instead of the angry glare I expected, I saw Alvin giving a full smile towards me, as if he hoped that I was going to say that.

Shit, he's definitely enjoying himself.

He grabbed me by my hair next and pulled me up forcefully. I cried out in pain, not able to keep it in any longer and this seemed to rill up the Viking even more. He baled his free hand into a fist and I readied myself for the upcoming punch.

But it never came.

'Alvin! Alvin!' I heard somebody shout and that seemed to get his attention. Not a second later, an outcast, which I recognized as Simon, was standing in the doorway and pointed to the direction he came from.

'We spotted some dragons and their riders coming towards us from the northwest!'

'Ah, the Dragon Riders from Berk. I wonder what they're doing here?' He laughed out loud as he released me again. I tried landing on my feet but to no avail. I couldn't muster any strength in my knees and I fell to the ground, hitting my head hard again.

'They're definitely here to retrieve the Dragon Conqueror!' Simon said a little too proudly as I fought to sit upright.

'Ye don't say? Of course they'll do that ya halfwit!' Alvin said impatiently as he started to run away towards the south exit. 'Ye,' He turned to Simon again, 'Watch the kid.' He ordered and then without waiting for an answer, he turned around the corner and was gone.

Simon looked at me and I expected a bored and even angry glare as he had to 'miss the action because of the runt', but instead Simon's face morphed into an expression I recognize all too well from myself. A satisfactory smile as if everything is turning out exactly according to plan.

Not wanting to think about what it could mean, I started to crawl towards the hammer, determined to get myself out of here.

Loud laughter erupted behind me, but I didn't turn around. I'm almost there.

'Oh he just makes it too easy.' I heard him say as his laughter died down. Just a little bit more.

I heard heavy footsteps approaching me. My fingers brushed the handle of the hammer and just before I felt myself being lifted up by my tunic, I managed to grasp it.

I swung it as hard as I could in the viking's direction and felt rather than saw it connect with the man's side. I was suddenly dropped again as I heard him grunt in pain and wasted no time running towards the ajar door. Haha I did it! I actually hit some-

I felt one of my legs give out on me and my face connected with the ground hard, letting my headache return tenfold. As I turned around to look what happened, I saw a half smiling Simon holding his side with one hand and holding the chain connected to my foot with the other hand.

Damn I forgot about that.

'You sure have one nasty swing there runt.', Simon said as he stood up again. Before I could react, he grabbed me by my head and swung it into the wall. The black spots that swam in my vision finally gobbling it hole as I felt my consciousness leave.

And cut!

I'm sorry Hiccup! It doesn't hurt that much right? (innocent question)

I'm not sadistic, honestly!

Well, see you lovelies next chapter~