Astro and the rest of the gang were gathered in the arena where Astro sat on one of the crates, observing the map of the archipelago. Astro was trying to think of a way to get Hiccup back.

"I wonder if Hiccup actually knows what will happen if she goes through with this?" said Snotlout, "If she actually does it what that middle-aged barbarian, it'll bring shame to her family!"

Fishlegs sighed, "For once, I actually agree with Snotlout. It's always been a tradition to wait until marriage to participate in those kinds of things."

"Can you both quiet down for a second? Please?" asked Astro, "I'm trying to think of a way to get her back before that actually happens."

"I'm sorry to break it to you, buddy," said Tuffnut, "but if there's one thing I've always noticed, it's how long it takes for news to pass through the archipelago by letter. If that's happened with this letter, then I'm guessing that by the time it actually got here, that girl's already helping the kid learn to sit up."

Astro glared at Tuffnut.

"What? I'm just stating the facts."

"Uh, not to intrude," said Jack as he hovered upside down above them, "But who are we talking about?"

Ruffnut sighed, "Hiccup and her deal with Alvin. He wants her to bear his children, and in return, he's agreed to leave Berk in peace."

Snotlout, "Whether Hiccup's had the kid or not we still have to get to Outcast Island and kick Alvin's ass!"

000

Stoick and Draymore stood on one of the sea stacks near Outcast Island. Stoick watched the island through a spyglass while Draymore paced the top of the stack.

"Okay," said Stoick, "Here's the plan: we'll land on beach where the Outcasts aren't patrolling. When we get to the prison, I'll lead them away while you sneak in to find Hiccup. I'll meet you at the Loki-tree forest."

The plan was put in motion. Going into the island wasn't an issue. Stoick began searching the prison while Draymore stood and watched.

Stoick was nearly half done when he heard Draymore roaring. He ran back and found Draymore fighting off Outcasts as they attacked the prison entrance. Draymore struck three Outcasts with his tail, but Savage got close enough to hit Toothless's head. The Outcasts tackled Draymore while he was stunned. Stoick raised his axe but stopped. Savage had a sword pointed at Draymore's neck.

"Drop the axe, Stoick." demanded Savage, "Or Beastie-Boy here will have his head mounted on the chief's wall."

Stoick raised his axe higher, "Where is Hiccup? I know you have her! Let her go!"

"Clearly you didn't understand the letter, Stoick." said Savage, "Hiccup has agreed to bear the chief's heir. By law, she belongs to him now."

Stoick shook his head, "You speak as though she's a prized bull in a market."

"Look, Stoick, you have two options; you can surrender and pay the price for trespassing in our territory, or I can have you both killed!"

A female voice called out from behind the Outcasts, "Savage, stop!"

Everyone turned to the source of the voice. It was Hiccup.

Stoick froze. Hiccup's appearance had changed since he last saw her. Her hair was loose, covering her shoulders and back in a river of auburn. She was wearing a dark blue dress, one that Alvin's deceased wife had once worn. Hiccup's wrists and waist were held by chains.

Hiccup kept eye contact with Savage, "Don't hurt them. That was part of the deal."

Savage sighed, "Hands off the boy."

Draymore changed form once he was free. "Hiccup, what have they done to you?"

Hiccup looked to what she held in her arms. As if it were to answer, a baby exclaimed his excitement to see other people. He reached out to Stoick eagerly.

Stoick stared at the child. He almost looked just like Hiccup did when she was an infant.

Dagur the Deranged strolled proudly to Hiccup's side, "Cute baby, wouldn't you think, Stoick?" He wrapped his hand around Hiccup's waist and pulled her into a side embrace. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce to you the heir of the Outcasts, Arvin the Second; named after the father of Alvin the Treacherous!"

Draymore stepped closer to Hiccup, "Hiccup...?"

Hiccup shook her head and looked to the ground.

"Dagur," said Stoick, "Where is Alvin?"

"Alvin is... How should I say this?.. He's in a better place as many say. I'm simply taking his place. I'm gonna be the father to your grandson! Aren't you proud, Stoick? Hiccup's grown so much!"

To emphasize on his claim, Dagur turned Hiccup's head so she faced him, and kissed her. He smiled as Stoick glared.

"Hiccup, what were you thinking?" the Berkian chief questioned, "Why didn't you resist? There were other ways to protect us! You didn't have to bring shame to yourself, to your family!"

Hiccup's eyes began filling with tears. She pulled herself free from Dagur's grasp and ran away.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." said Dagur, shaking his head, "That wasn't a good way to respond to your daughter's decisions. Shame on you! She was trying to protect you and your home; and this is what you give her in return? No wonder she left!"

Dagur pointed to Stoick, "Lock him in the cell in the Mead Hall! I'll grant him a decent place to sleep." Dagur then moved to Draymore, "Put him in a cage, in my room."

000

Draymore watched Hiccup as she reenacted her daily routine. After she placed Arvin in his cradle, she played an old instrument that Draymore never know she could play. She played the lyre. As she played, she sang; her voice was so sweet, Draymore almost forgot he was imprisoned. Even the voice of a siren couldn't compare with Hiccup's voice.

"Trollabundineri eg

Eri eg

Galdramadur festi meg

Festi meg

Trollabundin djupt i nini sal

I mini sal

I hjartanum logar brennandi bal

brennandi bal"

"You sing good."

Hiccup stopped singing and turned to Draymore, "Thanks.. I never really tried until Arvin began crying randomly. I remembered that some mothers like to sing to their children so I tried it. Now it's the only thing that calms him. One day, Dagur walked in while I was singing, and now it seems like all he wants me to do is sing. When I'm not singing, which is what I often prefer, raising a child is a lot harder than it looks." Hiccup chuckled.

Draymore looked to the cradle, "Who named him?"

Hiccup sighed, "Alvin did. He wanted him to have a strong, powerful name, so he named him Arvin."

"Why 'Arvin'?"

"Arvin means 'king'?" Hiccup laughed softly at the irony.

"Hiccup... I missed you. We all have. The twins have missed you, Fishlegs' missed you... even Astro."

Hiccup looked back at the cradle, then back to Draymore, "Not Dad, apparently."

"Hiccup, you know Stoick didn't mean to offend you. He missed you just as much as everyone else. He wants you home... and so do I."

"I want to go back too; but I can't. This is my home now. If I go back, everyone will die."

"They won't die."

"They will! You and Jack were right about Pitch. I can't go back because I trusted him. He was using me, Dray. I was just part of his plan to gain control over the world." Hiccup inhaled, "Well, other than that, life's been surprisingly good here. Heh."

Draymore glanced at the lyre, "When did you learn to play that?"

"I um.. I sort of learned it myself."

"Well that's not what I thought. Do you think you could play it again sometime?"

Hiccup frowned at the question, "I think I should just make music in drastic measures. I don't think it's good luck to sing."

"Why?"

"I... I'll tell you when we're not being held against our will."