Savage went down a path that led to one of the small craters. He decided that leaving Hiccup there would be easier, and as Alvin had thought him; never let a slave have the most wonderful death, better make it slow. It kind of creped him out of knowing how dark his chief could be, but he shrugged it off like everyone else. The last thing he would want was to be on Alvin's traitor list. He had been told to be the only one who hadn't betrayed his chief because he never really got to know his real past. Alvin hadn't even bothered to tell his 'servant' that he was kidnapped from his real parents. Savage was only told to have been born on Outcast Island a few months before a dragon raid, where all the women supposedly disappeared. He chose to believe it, and joined Alvin's side as he grew up on Outcast Island and was raised by one of the elders. They were really close friends as friends and that's why Savage is the trustful person from Alvin's point of view.
He threw Hiccup to the ground not even bothering to help him sit up. After all the years on Outcast Island his heart became darker and darker by the years. Other than his 'Outcast personality', he was actually not so different from Hiccup himself. If Hiccup were to stay on the Island for any more than he could bare, his heart would turn as dark and cold like Savage's.
Hiccup winced in pain, still unconscious to everything around him. He didn't have any energy to open his eyes to see where he was. All he could do was lay there motionless on the ground, hoping for a miracle that someone would find him.
Savage was about to walk back to attend in the war, but stopped as he saw dragons and Vikings moving towards him. Quick as lightening, he hid behind the boulder in front of him as he noticed who it was. It was the chief of Berk along with some of his people. He wasn't surprised to the fact of them riding dragons, but seeing the Night Fury free caught his attention. It hit him like a stone to the head, remembering Hiccup. Without getting noticed he ran back down the path he just came from and made his way towards the dragon boy. Once he got there, he threw Hiccup over his shoulder, running to the nearest cliff.
Hiccup whined in pain, unconscious, and his vision all dark. He could feel all the movement and pain, but not even once did he bother to open his eyes. Somehow he knew something bad would happen. Surprisingly, this time there was more footsteps, only more like hurried ones. Like if someone were running. Trying so hard he almost felt himself lift off the ground, he managed to get a glimpse of a crowd running after him. But how was he running? Doing the same thing, he opened his eyes as they were moved to the ground. He turned his head, seeing the armor and same sized man he had last seen before he only saw darkness. Struggling, he used the strength he had in his arms and pushed himself out of the man's grip. With a harsh landing, he landed only a foot away from the man. That's when he noticed something. It was Savage, and he held something that looked like a rope in his hand. Hiccup thought he would only tie him up to prevent him from escaping, until he felt the unbearable pain in his back. Every fresh wound he had tensed up, feeling as if setting itself on fire one by one. He yelped in pain, drifting off to unconsciousness, but before he did he heard a familiar faint roar. Then it all went away. Every sound, everything around him disappeared and got replaced by darkness and more nightmares.
Toothless roared at the sight of his best friend screaming in pain. He could hear the faint heartbeat slow down and the pulse fade away slowly. Without thinking twice he bounced on the man on top of his rider and knocked him out cold. After meeting Hiccup he had changed in to a better dragon. He vowed to himself that he would never kill a human for as long as he lived, and for a dragon, that could be eternities. After knocking the guard out cold, he ran over to see Hiccup's lifeless body in his friend's father's strong arms. He slowed down in his path, laying his head down in sorrow as he could no longer hear the heartbeat or pulse he once heard only a few seconds ago.
Stoick knelt down, placing Hiccup quickly, yet gentle, into his strong arms. He removed his helmet, placing his head on his son's chest, searching for a heartbeat. His expression was strong and eager as he closed his eyes to listen closely, but it soon turned sorrowful as the boy in his arms had no heartbeat at all. "I'm so sorry. This wasn't supposed to happen," He sobbed, head low as his eyes looked closely at Hiccup's face, scanning for anything telling him it was all just imaginations. Unfortunately it was all real life. Neither a nightmare nor a bad vision.