Darkness had settled itself around the Edge and everywhere else. The gang armed themselves with their best weapon and their dragons by their side, Toothless with them and Hiccup by himself, resting in his hut without an eye to look after him. An instant he felt alright, able to stand on his feet and walk like every day, and the other he was holding back the cries of pain in his arm, laying down on his bed.

Nobody knew what to expect exactly. Astrid placed the Dragon Eye inside the fire pit, a hiding place they had made ever since they retrieved it. She held her axe tightly, waiting for the intruder to show up at any time now.

They stayed there for hours, the twins getting bored about this and kept asking what exactly they were doing here again. The dragons didn't seem alerted at all, and Astrid took it as fine so far. Until sleepy Toothless' ears began flapping at the noises in the distance.

''Toothless..? What is it?'' she wondered, but the black dragon wasn't listening and moved his head towards the source of the noise, sniffing the air as he did. Astrid didn't react right away, waited for another sign of alert. But she didn't wait long for Toothless bared his teeth and made some deep threatening noise down his throat.

They all noticed and held their breaths. What they heard were footsteps, walking on wood, but they weren't coming this way. They suddenly came to a stop, and silence settled back.

''Something's not right...'' Astrid exhaled, wondering why the intruder stopped. She edged closer to the exit, looking over her shoulder, her back against the wooden wall. The almost gasped when she saw who it was. But it wasn't him she was afraid of, but the fact that he was pulling on the handle that opened the door of Hiccup's hut, stepping in a determined way.

She came back inside the Club House, clearly stressed about this uncontrolled situation.

''Astrid, what is it? Did you see who it was?'' Fishlegs asked, holding on to Meatlug.

''Yeah, I did...'' she said.

''Who is it?'' Snotlout asked by Hookfang's side.

''It's Dagur. Looks like he's holding on to his promise...'' she stated, wondering why she hadn't seen that coming.

Not another second was wasted, and they all rushed to their endangered friend, hoping they wouldn't be too late.

...

Dagur came in front of Hiccup's place, staring at the door, disappointed.

''Really Hiccup?'' he spoke, ''Hiding is beneath you...''

He reached out a hand and pulled on the handle, opening the door and walked in. The moonlight entered in, just as he and he could see the light from a candle upstairs, where his brother was, laying on his bed, ill.

He advanced forward, in a strong pace, climbed up the stairs and there he was, alone. He had at least expected his little Night Fury buddy to be there protecting him, but as the events showed, he had no one to protect him this time.

Hiccup wasn't asleep, simply laying down, eyes closed, unable because of his poor health.

''Poison looks good on you,'' Dagur spoke, approaching him, enjoying seeing him in this state, down and unable to fight.

''Oh, yeah... I was right. You are teaming up with Viggo... Do what you have to do, and leave my friends alone...'' Hiccup exhaled, still conscious. ''But you need to know something before you go on... There's no coming back from murder...''

''That I know,'' he replied, the pleasure vanishing. ''But there is one thing I'd like to know before I dispose of you... '' he spoke, ''Where's the Dragon Eye?''

''I won't tell you anything about it, let alone tell you where it is,''

Dagur stayed silence for a moment, staring in his brother's green eyes, coming to the conclusion that he indeed wouldn't.

''No, you won't, will yah?'' he continued. ''Very well. I've been waiting for this moment for so long...'' He pulled out the dagger he was given, and rose it up, not completely there in his mind.

If it hadn't been for the flat side of an axe to collide with the side of the deranged maniac's head, Hiccup would've been stabbed for a second time, and he wasn't as strong as he should usually be, probably wouldn't have survived this injury...

Hiccup looked up to see Astrid, her axe, and the others behind, standing in the entrance of the room, relieved they had made it just on time.

''Hiccup, you okay?'' she asked, making her way to him.

''Yeah, I think... Dagur, I was his target...'' he said.

''Yeah, we noticed,'' she said, helping him sit straight on his bed. ''I'm gonna take pleasure throwing him in jail.''

''That might bring some consequences... '' he stated.

''It doesn't matter,'' she continued, ''If he has information we don't know about, might as well get it while we can. Maybe he knows about the cure...''

...

Dagur was locked up in the stables in a dragon pen, again, that late night, just so he didn't try to hurt anyone else for the time left here. Hiccup didn't try to stop Astrid from doing it, for he knew after what just happened that it was for the best. The safety of his friends was important to him. Even though he was sick, Hiccup was able to walk out of his hut and pay a little visit to the gang at the Club House that morning. Despite his state, Astrid didn't turn him around, knowing how hard it might be on him right now. Learning someone was sent after to you to kill you, wasn't something taken in easily. That's the main reason why she wasn't hard on him right now.

The Berserker chief was still out; after all, getting banged in the head by the flat of an axe wasn't known to put you asleep for simply a couple hours. If something was clear to happen, was Astrid paying the deranged maniac a visit when he woke up. There were some questions she would like to ask him...