Hiccup's POV
"Everything is a mess, bud. How can I go back now? I know I will have to today or tomorrow to get my supplies, but how will I do that without being spotted?" I'm getting so frustrated right now. This is all Stoick's fault! Why can't he just listen to me, for once! Toothless kept flying to Odin knows where, and didn't stop as we flew towards an island with a huge volcano on it. Fog surrounded us, dragons flying in every direction. No way. "Bud? Where are you taking us? We have to go back," I try to reason with him, dragging the saddle back, but he keeps flying. Great! Another important person in my life who won't listen to me. We got closer to the island, diving a little under sea stacks. This is really creeping me out right now.
An opening to a large cave came, and thousands of dragons flew down with food in their claws. What does that make me? Toothless flies to one of the stacks, hiding us in the darkness as if he's spying on something. The last of the dragons came in and a Gronckle opened its mouth and out came a small fish. Enough to feed Snotlout one out of three times as much as he usually eats. I know that by glancing over at them every time they would eat and pick on me at the same time. The Gronckle scratches the back of his ear, well as far as it could, but suddenly stopped and looked sad. It flew up, but very slow, and up came a ginormous dragon and swallowed it whole!
"What my father would want to give to find this. We need to get out of here, bud," This time he agreed along with the thousands of dragons who flew out in panic. The huge dragon stood up, opening its mouth to eat us both, but luckily he was too late. A Zippleback was taken back down in the fog. Probably eaten. "Let's get back to Berk, I need some stuff from there," I patted his head and we flew back in the direction we came from. Or I think we are.
We fly back to Berk by the cover of the midnight sky. I made sure we would spend some extra time on flying back. If we flew over Berk in the middle of the day, they would've shot us down to easily. Our only chance is to go by midnight. And so we did. I make sure we both land in the forest, not too far from the back door of my house. Luckily me, the window to my room is still open, and wide enough for a dragon to go through. Toothless carries me to the window as I look out for Vikings. I see them patrolling in the night, but most of them are sleeping by now. He jumps onto the house and walks through the window as light as possible to not make any loud sounds. A basket is placed in the corner of my room for all my clothing to be. I dismount Toothless and get the basket, filling it with some supplies, daggers, my notebooks, charcoal, fur blankets and my harness. I put on my flight suit tightly and put the last of my supplies in the basket.
By the end of my bed I see my fur coat that my grandfather gave me a few years back before he died. His name was Ruthus Haddock. He treated me as if I was his son. Sometimes I would stay at his place whenever my dad abused me. Instead of going to Gobber's place and talk about my problems with my father and everything else I would meet him and talk over a warm bowl of soup and yak milk. Good times they were. I just wish he was still here to give me advice. One of those advices has never left my mind. He said that I would become the strongest of them all. I guess he was wrong.
I place the basket over my shoulders and mount Toothless's back. We fly out of the window and up to the midnight sky when suddenly a Viking screamed,
"Night Fury!" Our attack horn blows as a bola captures the both of us. I take my dagger out of my vest and try to cut the ropes, but my dagger isn't sharp enough to cut through them. Vikings, and as I presume is the whole village, runs over to us with more ropes as we land in the town square. I land a few feet away from Toothless with a throbbing pain in my head. Blood runs down the side of my head, covering the most of my ear flap. Around me I see Vikings in all sizes, big or small, tall or thin, crowding around to see the scene. But what catches my eye, is the big figure with a fur coat attached to metal pads on his shoulders that slides down his back, the muscular arms, short legs, and the long orange red hair along with another Viking with a leg and a hand gone, no beard, golden braided mustache and short legs. I look up to meet the large man's face, called Stoick. He walks closer to me with an axe in his left and nothing but a clenched fist in his left. I try to back away, feeling terrified as he walks over to me with anger boiling his system. Surprisingly, he grabs me by my neck, pinning me down to the ground as he chokes me. I try to breathe, but hardly any air makes it way to my lungs.
Behind him I can see shocked expressions n every Viking as they watch their brave chief, choking his own child to death. His own flesh and blood. Gobber was the most shocked, and I know that he's the only one to manage to stop him. With the last breath I have, I try to reason with him. In a angrily way as he's doing to me.
"You've thrown your lot in with them. You're not a Viking. You're not my son," He says, not loosening the grip on my throat once.
"Yeah? And you're not my father. You never were. And guess what? You might as well go to the damn nest and get eaten by the ginormous dragon yourself for all I care. You've never cared about me. All you've ever done is abuse me, blame me for my mother's death, and lock me up in the prison to starve me just because you're disappointed in me," I take a deep breath as I feel his hand loosen around my neck and continue.
"Tell them. Tell the rest of your precious little village what a monster you really are. You might as well kill me now. Stoick. You're a monster, and that's never going to change," The shocked face of his is impossible to describe. Is he shocked that for once in my life I dared to stand up for myself? Is he shocked that I dared to tell his people of what a father he's been? How he's been treating his own flesh and blood?
"So you've found the nest?" Was his only reply. I'm shocked he didn't get anything else, but that out of everything I just told him seconds ago.
"Yeah, and you and the rest of the tribe should go there. I don't care anymore. I don't care if you get eaten by the queen. You deserve it," That was it; his face went from angry to shocked, gripping my neck harder as I gasp for air.
"Stoick! Stop!" I hear Gobber yell, pulling him off of me along with some other Vikings. Gobber walks over to me and helps me stand up.
"Where's the nest?" Stoick asked, not changing his position or expression. He's really not clear of what they're up against. But why should I care? If he won't listen then it's not my fault.
"Go North for Berk. It's a large island with a volcano on it. But I'm telling you, if you go there you have all stepped in to your own doom," I explained. Toothless gets dragged to the arena and I get dragged to the prison once again.