A/N: I saw an edit someone did of Hiccup with a beard today. I've decided if in HTTYD 3 Hiccup has a beard, I'm so done with HTTYD. He looks so weird! You're welcome for that. :)

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Astrid is understandably having a bad day. First she had to eat petals from a flower, then she passed out, then and only then did Snotlout wake her up saying she'd been out for a day and a half, and that they need to run. Astrid, won't blame it as Snotlout's fault, even though she's pretty sure it is that this dragon is chasing them.

Said dragon raids angrily firing a row of deadly flaming feathers at the two running riders. "This thing is going to kill us!" Snotlout yelps leaping several feet to avoid a feather.

"It's not that bad." Astrid aruges.

"Says the girl who rides a dragon the fires deadly spikes." Snotlout retorts. Astrid rolls her eyes and ducks another feather.

The dragon is roughly bigger than a Deadly Nadder with a huge wingspan. Nut the weirdest thing about ti is unlike normal dragons covered in scales this one, is covered talon to tail-tip in feathers. But not just feathers no. When fired they're hard like steal and on fire.

"Oh this is all your fault!" Snotlout yells.

"My fault?" Astrid repeats looking over at him. "How under any circumstances is this my fault?" She demands.

"You're the one who said we should escape." Snotlout answers.

"No. I'm not. That was your idea!" Astrid yells.

"Well who agreed with me?" Snotlout asks. Astrid shoots him a glare swinging over a log into the forest. "Exactly as I thought." Snotlout adds.

"You're so-" Astrid is cut off as a feather lands in a tree skimming the bridge of her nose. Astrid blinks once, before Snotlout grabs her arm and drags her forward. "I can run without you holding my hand." Astrid shouts and rips her hand away from Snotlout.

A cracking noise sounds behind them and Astrid and Snotlout look back at the tree the feather is in as it splits down the middle landing with two thuds.

The two riders share a look, "Whatever you do, do not mention this dragon to the twins." Astrid commands.

Snotlout rolls his eyes before the dragon lands in front of both of them. The three stare each other down for a little. "I think we should name him, Steve." Snotlout proclaims.

"That's a dumb name." Astrid argues.

"Well its that or Snotlout junior." Snotlout says. Astrid whacks her forehead, sighing.

"We haven't even trained it yet." She argues. Astrid lifts up her hands walking forward.

"When you're eaten, I do not want to be around Hiccup when he finds out." Snotlout calls at her back. Astrid's heart twists slightly at the mention of Hiccup but she focuses on the dragon.

"Alright big guy, whatya say, friends?" She asks. The dragon glares at her murderously but Astrid lifts up her hand and looks to the side. 'the hand thing' as Fishlegs refers to it consistently. Astrid has only seen Hiccup do it, everyone else just goes for the direct approach or something else.

When she feels the soft hairs of feathers Astrid looks up at the dragon."Hey Steve." She greets. She pats his side, "Whatya say, think you can give us a lift?" She asks.

Snotlout folds his arms across his chest, "If you're waiting for me to say I'm impressed, I'm not." Snotlout says lying clearly.

Astrid sighs before Steve leaps into the air grabbing Snotlout's shoulders.

...

Fishlegs stabs the sword down onto the ground and picks up the next one. He scrubs at it till its sparkling and sets it down. Three days. That's how long they've been in this stupid base-place whatever it is.

A soft thump sounds behind Fishlegs and he turns his head slowly lifting the sword he has in hand up, "Who's there?" He demands.

When nothing jumps out, Fishlegs's loosens his grip on the hilt. A hand is slammed over his mouth suddenly and Fishlegs jumps. The sword is knocked out of his hand and a bag shoved over his head.

Fishlegs struggles against the iron grip of his captor but nothing works. After mumbling protests for a while he's shoved to the ground the bag ripped off his head.

Fishlegs huffs angrily and looks up his eyes widening. "Oh Thor." He whispers.

...

Heather has decided, she doesn't like brooms. In fact, the desire to throw the one in her hands to the nearest volcano and cackle madly pointing down at it jumping up at down has crossed her mind more than once.

Heather brushes away the dirt aggressively looking around at the empty arena. But there's guards everywhere, if she tries to make a break for it, the results will not be pretty.

She frowns and brushes the dirt forward eyes lingering for a second on a corner stained with a streak of red. Hiccup had been there seven maybe eight hours ago, Heather really doesn't know, time is so jumpy here.

"Psst." A voice calls. Heather looks up expecting someone to be there but sees no one. Turning back to the broom, she startled beyond words when a hand is clamped over her mouth.

She's dragged backwards and she struggles against the grip, finally biting down on the fingers ignoring the regurgitated fish taste and stomps down on the persons foot. She swings around preparing to smash them over the head with her broom but her hands falter for a second.

"Dagur?" She asks softly.

Said redhead grips his foot, the hand in his mouth, realizing the highly undignified position he resumes a normal stance. Heather grips her broom and swings it. Dagur catches the other end. "This is a recuse I'm here to help." Dagur says quickly.

Heather's eyes narrow. "I know you. What's this got in it for you, Dagur?" She asks.

"You alive and safe." Dagur answers. The two struggle over the broom again. Heather lets out a hallow laugh.

"You're a liar. Why would you care about me?" Heather demands. Dagur's eyes narrow and he snaps the broom down the middle tossing the pieces to the side.

"You're all I have left." Dagur says grabbing Heathers shoulders. She rips away from his grasp.

"You murdered our father. Who am I to believe anything you do? When I turn my back, you'll plunge a blade into me to." She growls.

Dagur sighs grabbing her arm and pulling her. Heather struggles in his grasp but Dagur's grip doesn't falter. After pulling her through a passage in the cell, he turns to his sister. "I didn't kill our father." He says quietly.

Heathers eyes widen. "What?" She asks.

"After he disappeared, I told everybody that so they would think I was strong enough to he chief. Heather, I've done alot of things I'm sorry for, but I couldn't live knowing you thought I did that. I just want to keep you safe, I don't want my family disappearing again." Dagur says and pulls his hands away from him.

"I know you hate me, but Heather, at least let me help you escape. After everything I put you through, its the least I can do." Dagur says. Heather looks up at the entrance to the passage then back at Dagur. A battle is fought in her eyes before she sighs and rubs her arm, walking up next to Dagur.

Dagur watches her with surprise in his eyes before he leans forward and pulls the hatch shut.

...

Tuffnut lets out another completely off tune note as he skates across the room on the brushes, Ruffnut joining in in the ear spitting music and the brush skating.

The two it seems are enjoying this far, far more than they should. "I'm a Viking through and throu-ou-ooooooooooooo." Tuffnut finishes drawing out the word.

"Oooo-Ooo!" Ruffnut adds.

They smirk before proceeding to go up and down the room on their brushes again. The Dragon Hunters look at each other hands slammed over their ears. "Are they done?" One mouths.

A second removes his hand from his ear and shakes his head as the "ooo's" continue.

"I'm going bloody mad!" The first exclaims.

The four Hunters look over at the twins. "They aren't going anywhere, lets get out of here." He says and they all nod slipping outside.

"Viggo has got to gag them. Next shift should come in soon." The third man says. The fourth shakes his head.

"They can break eardrums." He says.

"They already did." The second mutters.

Inside the room Ruffnut and Tuffnut watch the Hunters leave the room and high-five. They remove bits of soap from their ears and Tuffnut smirks. "Toldya it'd work." Ruffnut says.

Tuffnut nods, "Dear sister, I must admit I'm impressed." Tuffnut sings.

"Indee-EEEEED!" Ruffnut draws out, screeching on some unknown tune.

"Beautiful." Tuffnut complements.

They both burst out laughing. Tuffnut pulls the brushes off his feet and Ruffnut echoes him and they both grow silent backing up, brushes in hand as the door clicks.

It's swung open and several men burst into the room. Both twins let out war cries and race forward throwing the brushes at them, the hands are sliced down the middle from the swords and axes and Tuffnut and Ruffnut stop Tuffnut's cry stopping.

"Yah?" He asks surprise playing across his face.
...

Hiccup curls in on himself shackles preventing himself from pressing his hands against the wound. The bandages had been wrapped around his clothing horribly, but its stopping him from bleeding to death so there's that.

His eyes are tightly closed and he lets out a soft groan. The dragons in the room give him looks of pity, a rather motherly Razorwhip licking his hair before curling around him. Not like its anything to any of the other dragons, this Razorwhip mothers everything that isn't a Dragon Hunter, rats, bugs, birds, dragons and now Hiccup.

"Tooth...less." Hiccup mutters.

His wrists ache from the shackles but Carr had given strict instructions to not touch them, saying Hiccup was to wear them until he did as Carr asked. It made no sense to Hiccup, he had trained the dragon.

The door opens with a thud and the Razorwhip looks at the men as the file into the room angrily. They pause in the doorway before they see Hiccup. One curses something before the five men move forward.

"Try not to agitate her." One says sending a pointed look at another. Hiccup groans softly and the men move forward. One declares an unannounced staring contest with the Razorwhip as another grabs Hiccup's prosthetic and drags him away.

The Razorwhip hisses as her charge is pulled away and leaps forward but stops as the chain around her foreleg reaches its full length. Hiccup opens his eyes vision blurry as two men grab either arm and start to drag him from the cell.

"Stop!" Hiccup commands as his wound is jostled sending heavy waves of pain through him. The men however dont stop. Hiccup drops his head closing his eyes tightly.

The men leave the room and walk down the hall going down several twists and turns Hiccup could have sword were non-existent before hand.

When the dragging finally does stop close to ten minutes later, Hiccup's arms are released and the Haddock opens his eyes looking around him. The first thing he spots is Fishlegs and the twins in the corner eyeing him, the second is Heather and Dagur standing in the other corner, Dagur looking smug. The third makes his breath catch, his eyes widening ten times their normal size, "Alvin?"

A/N: Yay! :)

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