Alvin rounded the last corner, surprising all the women and men that had been hiding from him and his men. Children hid behind their parents, horrified to see the man they've all heard about. As he got closer to his target, he let out a manically laugh.
"Looks like our plan worked, aye Mildew?" Alvin laughed, taking a harsh grip of Hiccup's arm as he patted Mildews back.
"Aye, Alvin. What do you say we take this little runt back to training?" Mildew asked, giving the guards a signal behind him. One of the guards stepped forward, holding chains in his hands. Hiccup tries to get loose from Alvin's grip but gets a smack to his face. The guard roughly pulls the chains around his wrists as neck, pulling once to check if they were strapped properly. The pull made Hiccup choke on his breath, coughing a few times before the air went back in his lungs.
"I'm not a dragon, you know," Hiccup complained, trying to pull the chains away from his neck which only made the guard holding the chains, tighten it.
"But you know how to train one," Alvin smirked, walking towards the path they came from. Surprisingly, the boy wasn't done talking.
"Yeah, well that doesn't certainly mean I will. Besides, how will you ever manage to train a dragon when you're such an evil person to both men and dragons? There's no way a dragon will let you- auch!" Alvin took the bone out of Savage's hands, hitting Hiccup hard in his stomach to shut him up.
He pulled his face closer to his and said, "I will train a dragon because you will show me," He spat, pushing him off his feet. "Could someone please do something with him," He sighed, walking forward. Behind him he could hear the sounds of his dragon trainer struggling to get away. Taking a look back to see if his men accomplished his request, he found the boy being knocked out and shoved into a sack.
Astrid gripped her axe tightly after seeing Hiccup get dragged down the mountain side. She was about to go after them when a hand took a hard grip on her shoulder, stopping her dead in her own tracks.
"Where do you think you're going?" She turned around to find Fishlegs with a worried look.
"I'm going to get Hiccup back," She argued, running forward but got stopped again. She turned around with an angry face. "What?!" She hissed, holding her axe high.
"We need a plan before we can do anything," Snotlout told her, but she refused to listen. The thought of Hiccup being in the hands of their enemy was horrible.
"We don't have time for that! We have to get him back. Now!" She said, this time managing to run away. Her friends had no choice but to follow her.
They ran down the stony path, keeping their distance away from the outcasts, but staying close enough to keep an eye on them. As they hid behind a corner, they had to hold Astrid back from attacking the outcasts that newly knocked their friend out and put in a sack. When Alvin and his men kept moving, they followed slowly behind to make sure they wouldn't be heard or seen. If they did, everything would be wasted.
Even if they had no plan, they needed to get him back. Their plan would have to be replaced with improvising. Astrid looked at the village, noticing how close they were to the village. They would have to do something soon. Without even thinking twice, she motioned for them to follow as they got closer. She picked out a guard for each of her friends and signaled for them to go. As they got closer, a war cry was heard, but the outcasts didn't turn around. Instead they stopped and drew their swords, and before anyone could do anything else, the outcasts were ambushed by Stoick and his men. The teens let out their Viking cry as the outcasts turned around to run back. In only a few seconds, the two tribes were attacking each other. With the outcasts protecting the keeper of their hostage, and the Berkians trying to get the sack.
Astrid charged at the man holding the sack, placing her axe by his throat to strangle him until he let go. The man dropped the bag in attempt to get the axe away from his throat. She pressed the axe harder this time, and the man dropped unconscious on the ground. Looking around, she noticed everyone were too busy fighting each other; she grabbed the bag and started to run out of the crowd and towards the village. Behind her she could hear shouts from a way to familiar, dark enemy.
"Get the girl! She's taken our dragon conqueror!" The voice yelled.
Astrid looked back to see Alvin push Stoick away from him and run towards her along with some of his men following. She could see Mildew trying to get up, but some of the Berkians pushed him down and lead him away. Just before she turned back to look where she was running, she saw her friends and the chief with some soldiers running after them and she couldn't help but smile. By the looks of it, they were winning this little war.
As she ran through the plaza, heading for the woods, she could see Berkians fighting outcasts by every corner. Luckily, they hadn't noticed her holding what they were on Berk for, so she got a free pass through the town to the woods.
Stoick held his axe, stopping for a second as he aimed for Alvin's shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he took his axe backwards and threw it forward, hitting his shoulder perfectly. He could hear Alvin's cry for the pain, but what surprised him was Alvin's determination for his son. He stood in shock, seeing Alvin stand up and head once again for the woods to get Astrid and his son. Without hesitation, he ran after him once again, chasing him to the woods where he could see a little of Astrid's braid before she was out of sight.
Alvin held his aching shoulder, not even bothering to pull out the axe causing most of the pain. The adrenaline rushing in his body made him seem invincible even though he was vulnerable. He ran after the girl holding his only way to success of conquering the world, but lost her a few steps in to the woods. Sighing in frustration, he pulled out the axe and threw it angrily at one of the trees beside him. He didn't have plans to leave the island without his dragon trainer which made him run deeper in to the woods in hope to find the girl.
Suddenly, Alvin bumped into someone, sending them both to the ground. Groaning, he held his shoulder as the pain got worse, and then opened his eyes. There she was. The one person who had the courage to steal his secret-weapon-in-the-future. He stood up in an instant, grabbing her golden braid harshly, making her yelp in pain and drop the bag to the ground. His eyes landed on the sack, pushing the girl to the ground before he grabbed the sack and ran towards the docks, ignoring the desperate cries from the girl who followed him. Alvin pulled out his sword from his belt, holding it with his injured arm closely to the sack. Just as he noticed the village getting closer, he heard the familiar voice of his old childhood friend.
"Drop that sack, and leave Berk now!" Stoick boomed, standing in a battle position.
"Drop yer weapon, Stoick," Alvin spat, placing the sword closer to the sack. "Or get yer boy's blood on yer dirty hands."
Stoick stood in the same position, having a mental battle with himself, but dropped his weapon to the ground as he noticed the sword making contact with the fabric of the sack. He had no choice but to watch the maniac of a man back away slowly with his son as a hostage. Each step Alvin took backwards made Stoick take a step forward. He refused to have Alvin out of sight as long as his son was captured right in front of him. Alvin walked faster through the town never leaving eye contact with the chief of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe.
"Call off yer men, Stoick or the boy dies right here, right now," Alvin smirked, taking the sword dangerously close to the sack. Stoick sighed in defeat.
"Stand down!" He yelled, looking angrily at Alvin. His men took a step away from the outcasts, setting them free from their grasps. They looked at their chief questioningly who just stood there. Stoick had no plan on what to do next. He was helpless. He needed his one inspiration to keep fighting. He needed Hiccup to be by his side.
Alvin turned away from the chief, walking down to the docks and loaded their ships with Victory. The Hairy Hooligan Tribe watched from behind the houses and by the docks as the outcasts made their way to sea. The Outcasts…had won.