Authors Note: Yeah...sorry for the wait. It's not an incredibly long chapter but I've got the entire story mapped out in my head so...I can confirm this should be the shortest chapter.

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Chapter 2: Well, He's Gonna Die

(Hiccup POV)

Torunn weaves through the forest with ease occasionally stopping to drag me several feet before releasing me and moving forward again. "When I find this dragon I'm going to cut out it's heart and take it to your father." Torunn declares and my lips curl in disgust at the mental image.

"That's a thought." I agree and I can almost see Torunn roll his eyes.

"Be quiet, it will know were hunting it if you keep making so much noise." Torunn says and I listen to my feet for a moment before raising an eyebrow in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, I can't exactly see the forest." I comment dryly and Torunn heaves a breath of heavy annoyance.

Several more minutes pass before Torunn shushes me again, "I think I heard something." Torunn's footsteps pick up speed indicating he's started running. I mentally groan before starting to chase after him. I really should have stayed in the village.

"Torunn," I exclaim beyond exasperated as I trip over yet another branch, twig, root or other thing on the forest ground a few minutes later, being honest I lost count over fifty a long time ago. "Can you please slow down." I plead. I trip against something else and my hands fly out to catch something to keep me up but there's nothing. I slip backwards my head smashing against the hard forest floor.

I should have seen stars. My head pulses for several long moments and as I build up the willpower to stand, I realize, there isn't another set of footsteps.

Torunn ditched me.

Oh, great.

"Yay." I say dryly to nothing in particular before shoving up on my elbows and push myself to my feet. If I get back to the village in one piece, I'll be sure to-what? No one will believe me and Torunn will probably just say I wandered off.

Then again, he's probably gutting that dragon right now, I have high doubts it was actually a Night Fury, I mean, they are almost invisible and Torunn probably couldn't hit a wild boar racing towards him three feet away.

The thought makes me smirk slightly before it dies. Okay, when I step of the edge of a cliff or something I will blame Torunn for my death. I lift my hands up and move left slightly trying to find the nearest tree. After a moment my fingers brush bark and I move forward slowly stretching for another one.

I think if I have something to grip when I trip or find the edge of a large hill or something, I might be able to stop the meeting of the face to the forest floor. After several long periods of time, a few hours I'd guess, the ground underneath my disappears.

I yelp and after a moment my foot slams against the ground the other quickly following. A….dip in the ground. It's pretty deep. Something must have crashed here.

I still.

The dragon.

Torunn's dragon is who knows how few feet infront of me. As if this day couldn't get any worse. I really shouldn't test it, though, I'm positive it will find some sort of other way to go down hill.

I could go see if Torunn got it, he could be there then I will force him to drag me back, even if it is by my ear again. After a moment with a small shrug I move forward brushing my fingers against the side of the dirt my fingers brushing against the side of a root, there's deep gashes in it and my fingers pause for a second before I continue forward. The dirt steeps uphill slightly and I swing over the side of the hill thing skidding down the other side.

As soon as I come to a halt, I hear ragged breathing as if the set of lungs are being strained or broken. "..Torunn?" I ask softly. There isn't a reply and I move forward hesitantly biting my inner lip like it's the only thing keeping on me on this planet.

After several more moments, I take another step freezing as I hear a long, pained groan.

Not human. Cats, cats, cats!

Trying to remember to breathe, I start to back up slipping on something laying on the ground landing on my elbows again. I here the dragon give a wheezed breath again and my fingers scramble for anything I can use as a weapon grasping the end of a pointed stick.

Wow. So impressive, I'm sure the dragon will run in fear from your almighty stick.

Nothing moves across the ground and I remain locked in my position every part of me screaming: RUN! But if I do, I shall smack headfirst into a tree. If I could see, getting away from this blasted dragon would be ten times easier.

I move forward slowly, my courage gradually building. It probably won't attack me, Torunn said he hit it, what he hit it with is beyond me but he hit it.

I keep my left hand curled tightly around the stick. My fingers brush against a rope and I pause lifting my hand up to touch it, it's tight, really tight. A bola? Maybe. I follow the twine down towards it's source for my fingers to brush against scales a second later. I draw my hand back as if it's been burned and shake my head back and forth.

Okay…

The dragon groans again and something within me stirs. Like being dumped over the head with a bucket of cold water in devastating winter. I leave this dragon here, roped and trapped, it will be at the mercy of the wild animals and Vikings that pass by. This dragon's fate is in my hands.

My fingers curl around the stick and after listening to the dragons rasping breaths for another moment, I purse my lips tightly before moving forward feeling for the rope again. My hands brush against the scales and a shiver runs down my spine for a moment before I grasp the rope and listen for a second.

Nothing.

I run the end of the stick along the rope and after a moment I see it starting to give. The twins gives with a loud snap and I feel the dragon stiffen. I grab the nearest part of the rope I can that isn't limp and repeat the process my fingers scrambling for any more tightrope and I slam the stick down on the rope with a final snap the rope coming loose.

As soon as the rope comes loose the dragon pounces on me. It slams me into the ground claw wrapped around my throat. My breath comes out as hitched in panic and I twist my fingers around the dirt. On the plus side, being blind means I will lack knowing when the end is about to come-seriously! Not the time! As if there's a good one!

I squeeze my eyes shut despite the fact it does nothing turning my head to the side slightly as the dragons hot breath pours onto my face. Ironic really, I as this dragon was seconds ago am trapped. No good deed goes unpunished.

My heart pounds in my ears and I release a breath accepting fate waiting for the blast that will end my life to come. The dragon's claw shifts from my throat and there's a half second before an ear splitting roar breaks through the air and with a rush of air the dragon whips around heading back through the forest.

I can hear my heart beating in my ears and I sit up stumbling to my feet for several long moments and turn to pick my way through the forest taking a step before passing out.

Authors Note: It will probably be another few days until the next chapter. :)

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