Once they arrived, it was still in the middle of the day. The shovels they had brought with them were in use the second they got there. Of course, some of them were inspired to go fast and work effectively, and some of them were not.
"How far did you burry him? Miles below the ground?" Snotlout complained, already after a few minutes of work. Hiccup kept working, not taking his eyes off of the work as he replied.
"For your information he's in the ground," Hiccup said, his breathing starting to demand more air as he kept on digging and throwing, digging and throwing.
"You know what I meant!" Snotlout shouted angrily, but Astrid shushed him.
"Keep your voice down! We don't want Alvin to find out we're here," Hiccup nodded in agreement.
"Astrid's right. Try to make less noise than needed," Everyone nodded and kept their mouths shut. The only thing heard was the constantly sound of shovels digging into the dirt, someone stepping on the hard metal to lift the dirt up, and throwing it up on the piles around them.
Snotlout was starting to get a headache from his mind complaining inside his head about doing all the work. If only he could open his mouth to say something, it would be complaining about the work, and for how long that would go on could be hours.
"We've been digging for hours!" Tuffnut whispered in a groan.
"We've only been here for thirty minutes!" Fishlegs whispered harshly back at him, feeling sweaty through his coat of fur.
"Exactly, that's more than two hours!" Tuffnut whispered back, dropping his shovel before he fell into the layer of dirt and relaxed his aching arms. The other's glared at him in annoyance.
"It's not even an hour," Heather corrected him. "Wow, you guys really need some help with the basic stuff," She said, wiping her sweaty forehead.
"Yet, another thing I need to add to the list," Hiccup mumbled, ignoring Tuffnut's laziness and kept working. He knew they weren't too far from their goal now.
Suddenly, the silent air was interrupted by the dragons growling and standing up in defense. Hiccup looked around for Alvin but didn't see him anywhere.
"Do you guys see anything?" He asked his friends who dropped the shovels for a better chance of running in case it was needed.
"Nothing yet," Astrid said, looking around.
"Okay," Hiccup breathed out, trying to calm himself down. Normally he wouldn't be afraid for someone, but after everything he has gone through with Alvin involved, made him terrified of him. And now that he rose up from the dead in a form where neither of them could touch each other but still the madman had advantage, made everything horrifying for Hiccup. "Keep digging, we're almost there," He said, pushing the shovel back down in the ground as he worked faster than he did before. He felt something hard yet soft as he dug the tip of the shovel down. "I think I found something."
Hiccup bent down along with everyone else, digging with their hands as they pushed the dirt away, revealing the pale, dehydrated body of Alvin. His skin was deadly pale with wrinkles that barely covered the visible bones that should have been covered with meat. The four boys lifted Alvin up as the three girls laid dirt beneath Alvin's body, before laying him back down. This time exposed from all dirt.
Alvin's corpse was dusty and unclean, looking like he hadn't taken a bath in his whole living life. The seven teenagers climbed out of the hole they had made. Astrid whistled for Stormfly who came over in an instant, building the fire up her throat.
"Call of yer dragon or the boy dies," Hiccup felt the voice by his ear, the coldness of the spirit breathing into his neck. He knew by a second he could be dead because he had been in such situations before and witnessed some as well. In the last second, Astrid called of Stormfly who growled threateningly at Alvin. All attention was on them.
"Aren't you going to kill me anyway?" Hiccup asked, swallowing hard. His hands were following his emptions, shaking because he was petrified of what was to come. He needed to distract him.
"Oh I am, but not until you those dragons are away," None of the dragon riders reacted, and let their dragons growl at the man in fury. "Looks like I have to do everything myself then," Alvin sighed, letting the same cold ear into Hiccup's neck, sending more shivers down his spine. Hiccup couldn't see what he did, but something black zoomed past him and hit Stormfly straight through her chest, sending her unconscious to the ground.
"Stormfly!" Astrid dropped her shovel, running over to her dragon and taking her head in her hands. "What did you do to her?!" Astrid yelled, looking at Alvin in pure anger and hatred.
"Relax, she's just asleep, for now," Alvin snickered. Hiccup figured Alvin was distracted enough and leaped to the side, giving the man a hard time to react before he was away in an arm's length. Alvin laughed, pulling out several small knifes, but no matter the size they could do great harm to one another.
Hiccup noticed Alvin aimed one of the knives at him and jumped to the side, landing harshly on the ground, barely missing the blade. He was quick on his feet, running deeper into the forest as Alvin followed him. "TOOTHLESS! BURN THE BODY!" He yelled, looking behind to see Alvin disappearing and appearing behind Toothless. "NO!" Hiccup yelled, stumbling as he ran to his best friend, witnessing him go limp by Alvin's feet. All the dragons fell to the ground as Alvin hit them with his knives.
Alvin turned his attention back on Hiccup in an instant, and was by his side in seconds. He grabbed one of his knifes and aimed it at Hiccup who started running away again. Hiccup ducked from the aim and ran farther away, having Alvin disappear before appearing in front of him, him running away and so on.
"HICCUP!" His father yelled, trying to find a way of getting him to safety, but knew it was hopeless unless they burned the body. He couldn't hide behind trees; he could hide behind a boulder or in a cave. The blades would go straight through the trees and boulders like they had when Alvin aimed but missed as Hiccup took sharp turns.
Then Hiccup arrived in a location he wanted so badly to have his new armor for. Rocks fell down the side of the cliff as his feet met the edge, barely getting him a couple of steps back before he was incapable of running anywhere else than through Alvin.
Hiccup's father stood behind Alvin, in sight for Hiccup to see, along with the other grownups. Hiccup tried to take a step back but felt his footing fall and rocks break from the edge. He managed to get back his balance before falling over the edge.
"Say goodbye to your boy Stoick," Alvin smiled, holding the knife up. Hiccup took a last glance at his father who looked at him in worry, both unable to speak or say their last goodbye if it was to come. Alvin released the knife from his grip, having aimed for his heart but instead it pierced through his shoulder. The force brought Hiccup's body backward, making him stumble backwards with his arms desperately trying to hold onto something, but all his fingers were met by was the endless air.
"SON!" Stoick yelled. Tears from his father's eyes were the last thing he saw before the cliff he once stood on blocked the view and became more distant by the second. He saw his father looking down at him from the edge along with Gobber. A tear escaped his eye as he waited for the impact to end his life if the blade didn't do it first. His eyes blurred by the tears welling up in his eyes, the thought of his father having to watch his only son die in front of him.
Something black dived down towards him and he felt something smooth and warm wrap around his middle, wind flapped into his face as he was led away from his own grave. He felt the warmth disappear as he was dropped on something hard yet soft. His hands reacted faster than his mind. It was grass.
Agony shot through his shoulder and towards the mark on his chest, but he had no power to grip his chest or even move a single limb. He screamed out in agony, barely noticing anything happening around him. His body suddenly obeyed to his commands and he rolled to the left, curling up in a ball as he panted and screamed out. A shadow was cast over his body, and he looked up to wind Alvin staring down at him with a murderous look. Hiccup knew it was the end. He had always accepted death after the many times he had encountered it and come close to meeting his grandfather in Valhalla again. But it was always difficult in the exact moment his life was on the line. That was the only moment he couldn't accept it.
Through his teary eyes, he watched as the dark figure of his soon to be murderer, lit up and an ear-piercing scream was heard from above him. He tried to look through his blurry vision, but screamed out in agony once again as pain overwhelmed his body. His back arched up from the ground as black sparks came out of his chest, ripping his tunic up into pieces, making the front of the tunic open. His eyes caught sight of the darkness leaving his body, in the small amount of time he held his eyes open, before he shut his eyes and felt his body burn up from the inside and out.
Stoick watched his son scream out in agony, but stared speechless as something black that had a shape reminding him of flames in a different color. He barely took notice of his early childhood friend burn up into pieces, as he watched his son, feeling helpless. His lips couldn't form a word as he watched in worry as the darkness left his son's body and suddenly disappeared along with Alvin's spirit.
Stoick's feet reacted to his mind and ran over to his son, scooping him up in his huge arms as he held him close in a hug, stroking his head gently as he let the tears fall. He didn't care if he showed weakness. It was his son. And being a father was all that matter towards him. "Oh son, I thought I lost you," Stoick cried, burying his head in Hiccups neck.
"I-I'm ne-never going t-to leave you d-dad," Hiccup smiled, crying into his father. The pain soon faded in his chest and relief removed the horrified feeling in his body. Alvin was finally gone.