These chapters are going to be a bit quick 'cos I really want to write up this idea I've got! :D


Newsflash to nutjobs taking Astrid prisoner- make sure she's unconscious first.

Hiccup had his hands up in surrender, trying to figure out how Drago had survived the Night Fury blast. It took him a few seconds to realise Drago was telling him to retrieve his- Drago's- sword and bring it to him.

Upon approach, the requested weapon in hand, Hiccup saw how angry Astrid was. Poor Drago. Hiccup almost felt sorry for him.

Drago exchanged the knife for the sword, the smaller blade clattering to the floor. He raised his sword, growling, and made to strike Hiccup up down, but Astrid was faster.

She crashed her elbow into his gut, snapping the air from his lungs. He stumbled back, winded and dazed, eyes fixated on this slight, young woman as he sword tumbled to the ground.

Hiccup stepped forward to help, but Astrid snapped at him to get back. "I've got a score to settle with this psycho." 'Psycho' being a polite term. She had many words for Drago, but couldn't decide where to start. Besides, none of the words were child-appropriate.

The Vikingess raged forward, kicking Drago's feet from beneath him.

She gave him a piece of her mind then, laying into him mercilessly. Kicking, punching, insulting. She held nothing back. "Girl?!" She reprimanded, booting him in the ribs. Hiccup could have sworn he heard some crack. "How dare you! Take me hostage! I'm not weak!" She stomped on his face, breaking bones. Blood streamed from his nose and he choked on it. "Pathetic!" She scolded, her voice echoing menacingly about the cavern. "I don't need rescuing!" Drago understood that now.

Fuming and breathing heavily, Astrid stepped back, admiring her work. Not one part of Drago had been left unharmed; bruised, bleeding, broken… many Vikings made a mental note not to get on her bad side.

Snatching up a rock slightly bigger than Drago's head, Astrid raised it above her head. "You're pathetic! And to think we worried about dealing with you! Ha!"

A good rock to the face, as the twins would say.

She dusted her hands down, glaring around at them all challengingly. No-one met her gaze, not even Stoick.

Then again, he was watching his son worriedly.

Hiccup, unlike the others, had found the nerve to crack up laughing. His bout of humour made the strange, incredulous looks from the other Vikings go unnoticed. "What's so funny?" Astrid demanded, taking a few warning steps towards him. Hiccup grinned at her, his eyes dancing merrily as he bounded forward and took her hands in his.

"Marry me."


Sorry it's short, but Drago's defeated (yay!) and Hiccstrid! Next chapter should be longer though, but might be a filler. Not sure if I like the chapter I've got written or not :P