A/N: Sorry for the wait guys. Trying to manage like five stories in one go.

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Her head aches, her leg pulses with pain, but it is, in a small way, relieving. It's reminds Astrid that she is indeed alive.

She groans softly curling her hand around the sand under her. As she slowly regains consciousness she can hear the ocean lapping against the shore, and can feel the waves brushing against her feet.

Astrid opens her eyes blinking rapidly to clear the fog in her vision. She rolls over looking up at the clouds threatening to release their water down upon them, again. "Astrid!" A voice calls, panic waving off of it.

She sits up, hissing as sharp pain shoots through her leg. Snotlout is at her side suddenly, with wide eyes. Astrid looks up and does a double take, Snotlout looks utterly exhausted, he has several cuts on his arms and face, his helmet is missing and his hair is one volume has played with greatly.

"I'm fine." Astrid assures and looks around them at the empty beach. "Where are we?"

Snotlout shrugs, "Not sure, I woke up a few minutes before you did." He admits.

Astrid looks down at her leg, the pulses finally great enough to catch her attention. It's red and swollen, a long cut visible under the broken fabric over her knee. Astrid sighs looking up at Snotlout, "Have you seen the boats?" She asks.

Snotlout shakes his head, "Nope. Judging by the fact the storm is gone, we've been on this beach for a loooong time." He says.

Astrid purses her lips, "We need to find out where we are, and then we need a dragon. We can't let Viggo take them." Astrid says with firm determination.

Snotlout nods. "Yeah," there's a pause, "what's the plan?"

Astrid's eyes narrow before she leans against one knee, slowly getting to her feet. She stumbles slightly but manages to keep herself upright, face twisted in pain.

"Are you-oh." Snotlout says as he sees her leg."Maybe we should get a brace or something." He suggests.

Astrid nods, "Yeah, a stick, for a crutch, hurry!" Astrid says paling and swaying on her feet. Snotlout takes off down the beach, leaving a cloud of sand in his wake. Astrid collapses to her knees, her head falling into her hands.

"Hiccup, where are you when I need you?"

...

The Dragon Hunter leader who's name Hiccup has learned is Tip shoves Hiccup forward roughly. Hiccup stumbles slightly his hands clenching into tight fists. Rope is wound around his wrists and forearms, as if they expected Hiccup to have super strength suddenly and break the ropes apart with a single blow.

Tip smacks the side of the Haddocks head and Hiccup glares but moves forward down the gangplank to the island. It's not Viggo's base and Hiccup has no idea what on Thor's name they're doing here, it's like they're stopping for supplies, but their obviously not.

"Oh okay! Wait! You're kidding right? There's no way that-" Tuffnut laughs cutting of his sentence. Hiccup looks over at them, glaring murderously. He's in a terrible mood, but has every right to be. Astrid and Snotlout are dead and now he's in the clutches of his worst enemy.

"No joke." Ruffnut says and both Thorsten's burst out laughing again, even managing to get a few nearby Dragon Hunters who heard the full joke to chuckle.

Heather and Fishlegs are behind both of them, if looks could kill, both Hiccup and Heather would be murderers.

Fishlegs is pale and mumbling things untranslatable under his breath, no visible emotion beyond worry on his face. "Keep moving." Tip commands and all five riders are shoved forward.

After several minutes of walking the Dragon Hunters stop, "Viggo." Tip greets. Hiccup looks up, green eyes dark but edging on lifeless.

Viggo watches him for a second before he smiles, "Hiccup. I must say, you fought a good fight." He says.

"...Not really. I mean the boats had us in what under five minutes flat?" Tuffnut asks.

"More like three and a half." Ruffnut corrects.

"Guys." Fishlegs hisses.

"Not the time." Heather mutters.

Viggo watches them for another second, an almost amused expression on his face before he turns to Tip. "Where's Astrid and Snotlout?" Viggo asks.

Tip rubs the back of his neck as Hiccups hands curl around Astrid's headband. "Well, sir, there was a accident and they took a swim but didn't resurface." Tip answers.

"Hmm. Pity." Viggo hums.

Tuffnut bursts out laughing nudging his sister several times as Heather and Fishlegs faces flash with horror, "Can...you...even...imagine...Wait. He's serious?" Tuffnut asks looking at Tip. When no one denies it, Tuffnut's lips form a O snape, Ruffnut's eyes widening.

Viggo smirks slightly, "Well I'm not a man to tarry. Lets get to business." Viggo says and a man walks forward, he's a tall red head with a half shaven head, and face paint looking similars to Tuffnut's. He has several weapons on his person and could rival Stoick in hight.

"This is, Carr, he's a friend of mine. Also a wonderful dragon fight host." Viggo says and looks at Hiccup as if expecting a snarky, or sarcastic comment when he receives nothing he almost seems to shrug with his eyes, "No comment then?"

Hiccup remains silent.

"Do with them what you will, I shall see you shortly." Viggo says and dips his head to Carr walking off. Carr grunts in response turning his attention to the riders.

"Which one of you is the Haddock?" Carr asks a heavy Russian accent making itself visible as he speaks. All eyes (except Hiccups) shift to Hiccup.

Carr smirks softly and looks at Tip, "Toss him in with the dragons." He commands. Tip nods and shoves Hiccup forward.

"What are you going to do to him?" Heather demands. Carr looks at her and scans her over.

"Who might you be lass?" He asks.

Heather lifts up her head, "I am Heat-"

"That was a rhetorical question." Carr interrupts. Heather releases a breath angrily but snaps her mouth shut. Carr scans them all, eyes lingering on the twins as if for a second trying to decipher which is the male and which is female.

"Put them to work." Carr commands. The Dragon Hunters nod and Carr spins around stalking off down the dock.

...

"Dagur the Deranged, you are hereby charged with the following crimes: Trying to kill the heir over forty times, creating deranged plans, trying to carry out said deranged plans, attempt of murder, murdering Oswald the Agreeable, I think you get thr point." Gobber says lowering the scroll he has in hand and looks at Dagur, hands tied together, standing in front of Berk with a anxious expression.

"Toss him in with the sharks!" A voice yells.

"Send Astrid on 'im!" Another shouts, the entire village breaking out into hundreds of ideas of what to do with the Berserker.

"Blast him to pieces!"

"Send him to Alvin!"

"Dont be daft, he'll just break out again!"

"Alright! Alright! Quiet down!" Stoick booms. The crowd silences nearly immediately. Stoick turns to Dagur, "Dagur you are by Viking law you are hereby committed to-" Stoick starts.

"Can you listen for three seconds?" Dagur interrupts looking Stoick in the eye. The chiefs gaze hardens but he makes no move to stop Dagur, "My sister and the other riders are captured by Viggo and who knows what he'll do with them, if you want your only child and heir to live, I suggest we put this to the side and focus on rescuing them." Dagur says. Gobber blinks once before he bursts out laughing.

"Well you can certainly lie, that's for sure, lets see where were we?" Gobber asks lifting up the paper. A small amount of fire drop onto the scroll burning a hole through the middle.

Gobber and all the Berkians heads shoot up, looking at an angry Gronckle. "Oh dragon dung." Gobber groans. Stoick draws his sword.

Dagur mutters something under his breath before he leaps over his chains so their in front of him and races to Shadowmaster. The Gronckle whacks Gobber over the head and then snaps Dagur's chains with his teeth. The Berserker hastily climbs onto his back as Stoick lets out a angry war cry.

"Whatya say we get out of here?" Dagur asks. Shadowmaster nods in agreement and jumps into the air over Stoick's head.

"Stop him!" Stoick roars.

The Hooligans snap into gear looking for anything they can and throwing it at the Berserker. Dagur ducks a table and glares back at the Berkians before Shadowmaster breaks apart the Great Hall doors, zooming outside.

The sun shines brightly down on the Berserker and his dragon despite the very unhappy circumstances.

Dagur's eyes narrow and he looks back at the Berkians shoving each other out of the way watching him disappear. Dagur shakes his head and Shadowmaster picks up the pace, "And they call Berserkers un-agreeable." He mutters.

...

"Astrid?" Snotlout asks as he reaches her on the beach, stick in hand, modified for a crutch. Astrid looks up at him, eyes glazed. He sets the crutch down on the ground and moves kneeling next to her feet.

"There's nothing wrong with-" Astrid coughs sharply a groan escaping her lips. Snotlout sends her a half I told you so look the other a panicked glance. Snotlout lifts up her leg scanning it.

As much as Snotlojt will deny it, Fishlegs's never ending stream of dragon knowllege pops into his head suddenly as he stares at the cut. But, the more he looks at it, the more apparent it becomes that its a bite mark. Not just any bite mark. No, that would be much to easy on the riders situation, and fate is having a hay day with them.

It's a Scauldron's bite mark.

Snotlout drops Astrid's leg like he'd been burned staring at the Hofferson. You get stung or bit by a Scauldron and your dead in twenty four hours. Snotlout has no idea, not even a hint on what the cure is.

A/N :)

Sometimes I feel I find one rider to pick on and then I attack them with worst fate possible. Lucky Astrid, well a stream of good luck is headed her way, Hiccup is my next victim! :)

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