Astrid stood up to a little after Hiccup, brushing the bangs away from her eye, but only to have them back in place a second later. She turned around, taking a deep breath to calm her nausea after seeing Snotlout eat the cold chicken leg and have it eaten in a few seconds later. As she looked up, she had little time to react as she saw Mildew pull out a knife and press it against Hiccup's throat.
"Hiccup!" She shirked, searching for her axe. She bent down to get it, but Mildew stopped her.
"Drop your weapons or the boy dies," All the attention was brought to Mildew, children stopped playing and Vikings stopped talking. Their eyes were all drawn towards the traitor.
"What are you doing?!" Hiccup struggled to break free from his grasp, but regretted as his throat almost sliced itself on the blade, only leaving a little unnoticeable scratch on his throat. The sound of metal hitting dirt was heard all around the two, confirming Mildew he was safe for now.
"You four!" Mildew shouted, pointing to some elders and younger ones who jumped back in surprise. "Gather some wood and lit it," He commanded them, pressing the knife harder against Hiccup's throat whose pulse quickened at the cool touch. The elders and younger ones went to get the wood they had brought with them for carving, since that was someone's hobbies, and placed it beside Mildew.
One of the elders hesitated, knowing they would either have the boy killed or blow their cover, but fired it up since no one wanted their hero gone forever and their chief depressed over their decisions. Everyone knew that would happen no matter what decision they had to make. Stoick would be broken to know that the outcasts had his only son, but some of them thought he would be relieved that he was in Valhalla instead of back on the hostile island he had once spend his last days on.
The fire was burning more and more at the top of the mountain. Alvin could barely make out the smoke as night time came and the fire grew brighter. The devilish smile on his face grew as he and some of his men made their way to a path Mildew had instructed him for. It was the safest one for him at the moment without being seen by the Berkians who were scouting every corner they could. They had made it safely to the jungle from the docks by using one of the hidden tunnels going beneath Berk. Not many knew of them and therefore they were in no use to the people of Berk. The ones who knew where they led never mentioned about them unless they had to because no one had walked those caves in ages and no one knows what's down there.
The outcasts made their way up the side of the mountain, on the opposite side of the normal path, and Alvin could already smell the fire and fear of the people hiding there. They were getting closer.
The guards who were sent to the woods had no idea they were getting watched by the Berkians and the chief himself. Just as Stoick was about to signal his men to take them down, he noticed Alvin. His temper rose and before he could even let the signal out, he made his way up behind Alvin and pinned him to the ground. The guards surrounding them were about to attack the chief but was surprised by the sudden 'army' of Berkians coming out of nowhere.
Stoick turned Alvin around so he would face him. "What are you doing here Alvin?!" He yelled, holding him only inches away from his face, but Alvin just laughed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Stoick boomed, getting sick of the sly smile on his face. His hands formed into fists, soon connecting his hard fist to Alvin's jawline, but his smile didn't disappear.
Suddenly, Alvin kicked Stoick in his guts, making him jump back in surprise but soon steadied himself and launched one more times. Stoick's fists hit his jaw several times along with a few kicks in between the punches, but something was wrong. Usually, Alvin would talk during his fights, Stoick knew that much after living with him for so long, and he would always fight back. Anytime Alvin had chance to fight, he would, and many times had he come up with silly excuses to do just that.
Stoick's anger began to take over him, sending him a deep flashback into his very own mind, back to the last time he lost his control. It was the time he almost killed his own son, right in front of the whole village. When he saw what he was doing, he stopped punching Alvin's face, and let him fall against the tree he had recently pinned him to. That was when he noticed something on Alvin's face. His eyes narrowed as he kneeled down to Alvin's level. He reached out his hand, and just as his hand touched Alvin's face, he knew it was all fake. He had been tricked.
"Say goodbye to yer boy, Stoick," The man spat, taking off the mask to reveal his real face that was now swollen up in several spots. Stoick's eyes widen as he stood up slowly. Behind him he heard someone shouting his name. Turning around, he saw Gobber panicking.
"Stoick! Phlegma just reported from Thor's beach… Something's happening at Mildew's!" Gobber said, placing his hand on his bent knees as he tried to get the air back in his lungs. Stoick's eyes widened even more, almost looking as if his eyes would pop out of his head. He ran to one of the small cliffs in the area after grabbing Gobber's spyglass, and looked up towards the hiding spot he had sent the rest of the village. He looked up to see a campfire lit and someone standing beside it. He narrowed his eyes even more and at the sight he almost lost the grip of the spyglass. There stood Mildew, holding a dagger to his son's neck and as he thought it couldn't get worse, he saw Alvin and his men at the side of the mountain, only a couple of feet away from his son.
"Mildew…," Stoick muttered, anger growing inside him instead of fear for his son. "I swear to Thor when I get that old man-," Gobber cut of his sudden rage.
"Stoick! We have to get up there if you want to get Hiccup back! We have to go now!" He yelled, gesturing to the rest of Berk's people who were waiting for an order. The outcasts they had ambushed were knocked out in the snow below their feet, looking deadly pale.
Stoick took control over his anger, turning away from the mountain to look at his people.
"We have to get my son back! Hoark, take your team to the docks and make sure they don't get there, Phlegma take your group to the village and get ready to ambush that filthy animal. I'll do the pleasure of taking down Alvin and Berk's traitor."