A/N: 'Ello! Got the new chapter ready! I'm going to try and finish this story before Monday next week, because on Tuesday I'm back to school. We'll see how that goes. Anyway... reviews!

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Without further ado, chapter 6:

Astrid slammed the wooden gate shut, locking the chain with such force that Snotlout thought she might snap it in two if she wasn't careful. The slave yelped at her anger, stumbling backwards, the arrow still protruding from his foot. The young maiden stomped away, ignoring how the imposer pleaded with her to treat the wound. The other Riders followed her like sheep, knowing that if they didn't choose their words carefully, they could get an axe to the head. The flight to the Clubhouse was a silent one, each Rider wondering when the best moment was to bring up the fact that it would be a good idea to just treat the imposter's wound…

"Uh… Astrid?" Fishlegs was the first to speak up as Astrid took a bite of the cold meat they should've eaten hours before. Her expression was a mix of different emotions that she was failing to suppress, and the Gronckle rider couldn't tell if she was about to burst out into tears, scream at the top of her lungs or throw something at him.

"Yes, Fishlegs?" She asked flatly.

"Don't you think we should-"

"Rescue Hiccup? Of course."

"I was going to ask-"

"How? I have absolutely no clue." Her eyes became glazed, but she kept them focused on the wooden table.

"That wasn't what I was going to ask." He could see the surprise in her face, but she refused to look up. "I was going to ask if we should treat the lookalike's arrow wound…?"

"Why should we? He's partly to blame for this mess." She snapped. Fishlegs looked around the Clubhouse. The dragons all looked irritable, except Toothless. The Night Fury stared at his tailfin sadly, purring quietly. The other Riders were all eating, not saying a word and not a smile to be seen.

"Well… isn't that Viggo's fault? It was his plan after all," Fishlegs countered. Astrid was silent, chewing slowly. "He could help us, you know. He could-" He stopped as Astrid slammed her forehead onto the wooden table. Her chest raised and fell at an alarming rate, and it took a minute before quiet sobs could be heard in the pin-drop silence.

"I'm sorry," She said when she sat up and wiped away a stray tear a few minutes later. "I'm just angry," She slammed her fist onto her leg, muttering Viggo's name under her breath. "And sad, and confused. I don't know what to do… We've never failed like this before. We've never lost Hiccup like this. He'd know what to do right now…" The silence continued as the tension in the room slowly fell.

"What do you think Viggo is planning?" Snotlout asked, putting down his plate of mutton. "He was going on about how valuable Hiccup is and how much people are worth…"

"That was just because in slavery, they put prices of people," Tuffnut commented, also having finished his meal.

"It could be… but you make a good point Snotlout… he did put quite an emphasis on it," Fishlegs rubbed his chin with his fingers. A silence fell, everyone's brain coming to the same unspeakable conclusion.

"You don't think… you don't think Viggo might try to… try to sell Hiccup to someone… do you?" Snotlout's face showed pure concern and the tension that had once filled the Clubhouse was now replaced with worry. The Jorgenson glanced at Astrid, who scowled.

"As much as I hate to say it… it would make sense," Fishlegs agreed, wholeheartedly wishing they were having a very different conversation.

"But if he is doing that, how do we stop him?" Snotlout raised the question.

"We have to stop him…" Astrid muttered darkly, and everyone nodded.

"Maybe… we could give Viggo a taste of his medicine?" That got everyone's attention. Fishlegs smiled to himself as his idea formulated. "He tricked us with the lookalike, maybe we could trick him, or Hiccup's potential buyer. And while they're confused, we get both of them out." Astrid's scowl slowly turned into a hopeful, determined look.

"I like it," She smiled.

"Question," Tuffnut raised his hand. "Are we going to talk to the slave about it or… do we just force him to go along with it?"

"He might ruin it if we don't tell him, so I think we'll have to convince him to cooperate," Snotlout reasoned.

"Good point, Snotlout," Astrid agreed. "So… who's going to talk to that guy… whatever his name is," She blinked, suddenly realising they didn't even know the imposter's name. Fishlegs raised his hand.

"I'll go and talk to him, and treat his arrow wound while I'm at it. Don't worry, by the time I come back, he'll be with us on the plan," He said, patting Meatlug awake and jogging out of the Clubhouse.

"Ok, we'll leave at first light. Let's go get some sleep," Astrid agreed, secretly wanting to leave immediately but knowing none of them could take much more without some rest. They nodded and made their way to their huts with their dragons, but Toothless stayed and walked towards the table, looking up to Astrid with big eyes.

"Don't worry, Toothless, we're going to get him back," She smiled her first genuine in what felt like days, before giving him a big hug. Toothless crooned in agreement. Yes, they were.

Hiccup had spent the past day drifting in and out of sleep, or unconsciousness. He didn't really know which one it was, but he did know that he could never stay asleep for more than a few hours without waking up from the pain. He had never noticed that he moved much in his sleep until every slight movement sent jolts of pain throughout his entire body.

It had surprised him when, about six hours ago, a proper healer had come into the cell. He didn't think Viggo or Ryker had cared that much about his wellbeing. Whatever 'deal' they had planned for him must be pretty important… He wasn't wearing the Hunter uniform, and wasn't of their usual build either, but wore a simple brown tunic which was a similar colour to his hair and beard. His bandages had been refreshed, luckily much tighter than the sloppy job Ryker's men had done, and Hiccup had managed to find some pain relief in that.

"You're lucky your armour slowed the arrow down and only the tip got in. Otherwise, you'd be stuck for a long while. If you rest and keep the bandages tight and clean, you'll be up within a week." He had said as he rubbed some kind of liquid into the puncture in his skin. A week?! Viggo's note said we'd be there soon. How long was he going to be able to rest?

And now the dreaded time had come. Ryker had made his reappearance after twenty-four hours. The two made eye contact before the large man's eyes trailed over his slumped form. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but he silently unlocked the cell and approached him. Hiccup's scowl hardened as his captor flicked away the note he had left. His wrists were harshly grabbed as Ryker clicked a small key into the keyhole on the manacles and on the shackle.

"Get up." Hiccup squeezed his eyes shut and sighed. Every cell in his body screamed for him not to move, whereas his brain reminded him that obedience would be less painful than the other option. He rolled onto his stomach and gently pushed himself up onto his knees. The burning sensation caused by the movement was only slightly dulled by the healer's treatment and he had to bit his lip, and hard, in an attempt not to make any noise. Placing his hands on the wall to steady himself, he stood up slowly, only to look up at a very impatient Ryker. Oh, Thor help me... He was led out of the cell, where it appeared a crowd of Hunters were ready to escort him. And one of them held yet another set of manacles. The instant he stepped out his wrists her harshly grabbed again, pulled behind his back and locked into the restraints. The sharp act made him hiss in pain, but Ryker quickly grabbed his chin.

"Stop hissing and let's get a move on." Oh, as if I'm to blame for this arrow wound you so graciously shot at me, or I'm the one roughly grabbing my wrists and putting them in manacles, even though it is pretty clear that I'm not able to make a break for it at the moment... But he held his tongue for the sake of not angering his captor as they led him up onto the deck, and he could finally see they had docked on an unfamiliar island. It was very rocky, with a few trees dotted the landed and added a splash of colour to the otherwise desolate mound of granite. It appeared uninhabited, excluding the lone Terror that the Hunters took pleasure in running after with crossbows armed with dragon root arrows...

But the thing that caught his attention the most was the hooded figure that stood about fifty metres from the shore. He couldn't see his eyes, but he could almost feel his attentive gaze on him as was led onto the rocky beach. Hiccup tried to walk carefully over the uneven gravel, but the Hunters urged him on with a push on the shoulder, sending yet another searing jolt of pain through his body. He winced, and he was sure the mysterious man was smirking slightly.

"Greetings, my faithful business partner!" Viggo emerged from the shadows and walked to stand in from of him as he was directed to stop. Hiccup scowled at his enemy's flowery talk but listened nonetheless. "I'm glad you made it. I have come to uphold my part of the deal, I hope you are prepared to uphold yours too?" Aside from the two Hunters holding each of Hiccup's arms and Ryker, who now stood next to his younger brother, the rest of the men retreated back to the ship they had arrived on. Hiccup watched the masked man intently as he nodded towards a sack on the ground. He narrowed his eyes at it, his brain slowly putting the pieces together... no... it couldn't be... could it?

"Are you sure this is who you say it is?" An unfamiliar voice came from the man, who took a few proud steps towards him, clearly scrutinising him.

"I assure you, this is Hiccup Haddock the Third, heir to the throne of Berk and expert in the art of training dragons." Suddenly a sweat broke out on his forehead as it suddenly clicked in his brain. How have I not seen it earlier? First, all that talk of a deal and breaking me? Then that big sack on the ground, one that looks exactly like the one Ryker was going to use to pay my bounty... and now this talk about me and my ability to train dragons.

I never thought Viggo would stoop this low... but there's no other explanation. He looked with furious, bewildered eyes at his enemy, who met his gaze with a small smirk. The coward... he can't do this. It's against the law in this archipelago to do this...

"There must be a reason you brought me to still particularly island,"

"It is outside the archipelago that holds to the law against selling enemy captives, therefore making this transaction legal," Despite the fact that he already worked out what was going on, those words hurt like a slap to his arrow wound.

This is it. I'm never going to see the other Riders again. Or my father. I'm going to become just a piece of property, a slave to whoever this Viking is.

Viggo is selling me...

A/N: Yup... more is to be revealed next chapter. In the meantime, please continue sending me your lovely reviews, I really enjoy reading them :) And I'll see you again in a few days!

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