Hiccup's head moved to the left, then to the right. His eyebrows furrowed in fear.
A voice called for his name, but he couldn't register where it came from. The voice called his name again with a hoarse call. Hiccup looked to his left and then to his right. Nothing. The voice called him again, much closer. All of a sudden, the room felt colder. The only sound was the calling of his name getting louder and louder. He whipped his head around in every direction but found nothing.
"Oh Hiccup," The voice sounded, calling his voice in a creepy manner that sent chills down his spine. A dark figure appeared in front of him, rather beefy. He narrowed his eyes to get a better look as he nervously walked forward. His curiosity getting the best of him.
"Who are you?" Hiccup asked. Nervous for the answer.
"Don't you remember me Hiccup? After all the fun we had together," The figure laughed. For once speaking something else than his name. "I thought you would remember after changing my people's minds," The voice boomed, throwing something towards him that pinned to the wall. Hiccup took a quick look behind him. Big mistake. As he turned around, someone was holding his wrists. He tried to get away from the hands that felt like sand paper against his, but to no avail. Looking up, he tried to make out the persons face in the dark. "Let's continue what we started three years ago," The voice of a man said pressing something sharp against Hiccup's wrists. Hiccup screamed in pain, trying to get out of the man's grip, but his body became weaker. He felt himself slowly slipping away. The last thing he heard was the voice saying, "I'll see you later Hiccup," and then everything went dark.
Hiccup shot up in his bed breathing heavily with sweaty skin. He looked around to find himself in his bedroom with his friends lying sound asleep on the ground. He sighed and grabbed his prosthetic, strapping it on to his stump before he slowly walked downstairs. He opened the doors slowly, to not wake anyone in the house and walked outside, closing it behind him and enjoyed the cold air drying his skin. With a deep breath to calm himself down, he ran a hand through his hair, well tried to, and made his way towards the dark forest, as he removed the braids in his hair, to get some time alone.
Hiccup sat down in the cove, removing the last of the braids, when he heard a twig snap. His head moved to the side, narrowing in hope to see something in the dark. "Hello?" He called out, standing up. Another twig snapped, almost sounding like whoever hid in the dark didn't want to keep stealthy. "Is anyone there?" He called out again, walking closer to the sound. One would've gone the other way, but not Hiccup. He's way too curious for that.
A dark figure was approaching him slowly. "I told you I would see you later," The figure said and revealed himself with a mischievous smile. Hiccup gasped.
"Alvin," He whispered, horrified. "B-but y-you-
"Died? I did, didn't I?" Alvin smiled, approaching Hiccup. Hiccup stepped backwards in fear. "I've got some unfinished business I need to take care of," Hiccup looked at him confused. He hated himself for being so useless and afraid at a moment like this. He needed to be strong and face the enemy, but something prevented him from doing so.
"H-how?" Hiccup stuttered, mentally smacking himself for that. "How are you still here?" He asked.
"Simple. A friend of mine helped me come back to finish some business," Alvin drew his sword and held it behind his head, ready to throw. "He also gave this," He gritted his teeth and threw it. Hiccup was frozen in his tracks, standing there wide eyed. The sword flew straight towards his chest in perfect aim, and Hiccup braced himself. Pain exploded in his chest, but not the pain he'd expected. His insides felt ripped in pieces but at the same time it didn't. He broke his gaze from Alvin and looked down.
The sword had gone straight through him, but there was no hole. The last thing he heard was Alvin's laugh before he felt himself make contact with the grass beneath his feet and his eyes closed shut.
"BREAKFAST!" A voice yelled from downstairs. The teens shot up in their beds with a groan. Snotlout rubbed his head.
"I'm never going to get used to that," He said, removing the covers and slowly stood up with the others.
"Hey, where's Hiccup?" Fishlegs asked, pointing to the empty space beside Astrid.
"Astrid probably pushed him out of the bed," Snotlout smirked, laughing with Tuffnut. Astrid growled and tackled him with a punch. Heather and Fishlegs held her back as she was about to hit him again.
"STOP with the violence!" Snotlout yelled, holding the side of his head. Astrid snorted, walking towards the stairs.
"He's probably downstairs already," Astrid said, walking down the stairs. The other's followed shortly behind. "Morning chief," The six said in unison. Stoick looked up at them with a smile, but frowned when he noticed Hiccup wasn't with them.
"Where's Hiccup?" He asked. The teens looked at him in concern. Toothless looked at them questioningly. Having slept downstairs because of the amount of space. He growled questioningly.
"He's not down here?" Astrid asked. Stoick shook his head. "He was gone when we woke up," Stoick's eyes widened. He dropped the plates and fork in his hand before running out of the house with the teens following from behind. He ran down the stairs to the forge, even though he was still recovering, and called for Gobber. Metal and equipment were dropped, shortly followed by a few sounds from a man known to the whole island.
"I'm comin'!" Gobber yelled, walking outside as he kicked away a bucket from his wooden leg. "Mornin chief!" He greeted with a smile.
"Have you seen Hiccup?" Gobber looked at him confused.
"Not since yesterday when he was working. Why?" Stoick sighed.
"We woke up with him gone and now we can't find him. Toothless was with us when we noticed his absence," Gobber unhooked his hammer and replaced it with his hook.
"Without his dragon he couldn't have gotten far. Let's go," Gobber said determined. The teens whistled for their dragons and a few seconds later they appeared. Toothless ran down to Stoick from the house, circling for a few seconds. Stoick patted his head and mounted him. Soon they took off with Toothless searching from the ground. He sniffed the ground for every step he made. Stoick looked around with narrowed eyes as he searched for any trace of what could lead him to his son. He couldn't take the thought of having lost track of his son again. For all he knows, he could be hurt or staying away because of him. Then again, they hadn't had any arguments in a few weeks' time.
Toothless sniffed the dirt eagerly. He wouldn't stop until he found his best friend. No matter what happened or what he met on his way, he would always end up with him. Dead or alive. His eyes widened as he sensed his rider's smell. He growled loudly, calling out to the other dragons before he ran forward with Stoick holding on for his dear life.
"Find him boy," Stoick patted his head. Toothless growled in acknowledgement and sped up, running towards a very familiar place of his. He sped up even more as a cliff came up ahead. Stoick's eyes widened in fear. As he was about to shout, Toothless had already jumped down to the ground that hid below. Toothless's slits widened into normal pupils as he ran over to the one-legged Viking lying on the ground. "Hiccup," Stoick whispered, dismounting Toothless. Hiccup's body was curled up in a ball. His hands holding his chest as his body shook uncontrollably. Stoick picked him up in his arms and looked down at his son's face. Hiccup's eyebrows were furrowed in pain and a little trail of blood coming out of his mouth. Stoick stood up, never once looking away from Hiccup's body. He heard the other dragon riders land beside him and run over to them.
"What happened?" Gobber asked concerned. Stoick didn't look up at them.
"I don't know," He said. He laid Hiccup carefully down on the grass and shook his shoulders. "Hiccup. Wake up," He whispered, shaking his shoulders gently. Hiccup groaned in his sleep, clutching his chest harder. Gobber kneeled down, holding Hiccup's hands to remove them. He slowly removed Hiccup's hands, feeling Hiccup's body tense a little, and looked down at his shirt.
"There's nothing there," Gobber said, looking at his chest. Stoick looked down with concern.
"We should get him to the healers," Gobber nodded in agreement. Stoick picked him up and mounted Toothless who set for the healer's hut. When they arrived at the Great Hall, Vikings were staring at them questioningly. Savage walked over to them with a mug of mead in his hand.
"What's going on?" He asked, sounding…concerned? Only a few weeks back had they made the peace treaty and he was already concerned about the other tribe. Stoick, though, didn't seem to notice.
"We don't know. Is there a healer here?" Stoick asked. Savage nodded, gesturing them to follow. They walked past the Vikings glaring at them from their seats on benches and tables and walked in a door by the back of the hall. Their healer, Kenna, saw them and gasped.
"What happened?" She asked, making place for him on the bed. Stoick placed him down and told them what they knew. Kenna nodded and cleared the room to get some space. Stoick was allowed to stay in case something was to happen. Kenna walked over to the side of the bed and lit a candle by the bedside. She laid Hiccup's head to the side and opened his mouth to find nothing suspicious. She gently laid his head back up before removing his tunic. There was a faint black mark on his chest, but nothing else. "What the?" Kenna muttered, running her fingers around the black mark. It looked sort of like a crest. A familiar crest. "I need to get something," Stoick nodded and watched her leave out the door.
Kenna walked out of the hut and searched around. Her eyes met savage and she walked over to him. He stood up along with the teens and Gobber who had been waiting for any answers. "I need to borrow that shield," Kenna said, gesturing to the shield by the table. Savage gave it to her unsure.
"What's going on?" Astrid stepped in.
"We don't know yet," And with that, Kenna walked back in to treat her patient. Stoick looked at her confused when she put the shield in her lap and looked back and forth from the shield and his son. Kenna reached out to touch the mark again but Hiccup sat up straight with wide eyes and screamed. He was awake.