So ya, this is my THIRD or FORTH update today (I can't remember, aha). Shout-outs:

silverwolvesarecool: Cliffy cliffy cliffy! :D Yeah, TheLastNightFury777 did a really good job on the cover. :D You did great, too, on Remember Me. :D

TheLastNightFury777: You're welcome! You deserve it! :D I put a shout-out to you in the summary, now that my account is working again. :D

I ran towards my enemies, ignoring my pounding head and throbbing arm. Toothless met the Outcasts before I did, taking most of them by surprise. I worked my way through them, making sure none of them passed. I had to give Astrid, Snotlout and the dragons time to escape, and this was the only way.

I ducked as someone swung at me with a sword. I parried with my dagger and caught him off guard long enough to run past him. Toothless whacked the soldier with his tail, sending the Outcast flying against a wall, where he crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

Alvin the Treacherous was among them, walking straight towards me as I turned in his direction, our eyes locking. He must have regained consciousness. Man, I wished he hadn't. Now, it was going to be all the harder.

He laughed. "I should kill you right now, boy!" he shouted. "But I'm not going to do that. Not until I am one hundred percent sure I can't get you to train my dragons for me."

I laughed, but it was forced. If Astrid and Snotlout weren't off Outcast island by now, and then were somehow captured, then Alvin would have a way to persuade me into training them, using my friends as a reason. I really hoped that they didn't suddenly come back and try to rescue me.

"Alvin," I said, "please try to understand that I would rather DIE before I trained your dragons!"

"Then die you must, if that is truly the way you want it," said Alvin, now running. I parried with him, but my weapon wasn't exactly the best in the world. It was a dagger, no longer than my forearm, while Alvin's weapon was as big as me, and loads sharper than any weapon I had ever laid eyes on.

With one swing, the dagger was no longer in my hands, clattering to the floor a few feet away. With my weapon gone, Alvin had an advantage. He pushed me to the ground and held his sword dangerously close to my body, probably deciding whether or not it would be wise to just kill me there and then.

I looked to the side, watching as the Outcasts overwhelmed Toothless, pinning him to the ground so he couldn't help me.

"TOOTHLESS!" I shouted, making a move to get up, only to be stopped by Alvin's weapon.

"You're not going anywhere," said Alvin. "Not until you train my dragons."

"Never," I spat the words out as if they were toxic.

"Very well then," said Alvin. He pulled his foot back, and kicked me. I screamed, gripping the ground in front of me harshly. No, I couldn't show weakness to this Outcast. I wouldn't.

"Train my dragons," said Alvin.

"N...No," I said.

He kicked me a second time. I just barely stifled a scream. I wouldn't give Alvin the pleasure. I wouldn't show weakness. No, not ever.

"Train my dragons, Hiccup, and I'll let you go," said Alvin. "And I'll let your dragon go, too. You wouldn't want to see him dead, would you?"

I lifted my eyes to Toothless. The dragon was still struggling underneath the grip of the Outcast soldiers. I felt tears well up in my eyes from both pain and fear of what the Outcasts would do to Toothless if I refused.

If I refused, Toothless and I would both die slow, painful deaths.

However, if I did decide that I would give in to Alvin's commands, Alvin would let us go, just to use the dragons I trained against Berk, killing not only Toothless and me, but the whole of Berk as well.

"Train my dragons, Dragon Conqueror," said Alvin. "Really, is it that hard?"

"I'd rather die a Berkian then live a traitor," I pretty much snarled. "I will never train your dragons for you, Alvin, so give it up."

Alvin looked taken back, but I could tell he had been expecting this reaction from me the entire time.

"Very well then, Hiccup," said Alvin. "I can't let you leave here alive." He raised his sword, and I braced myself for what I knew would come next.

Pain exploded in my abdomen. This time, I couldn't stop myself screaming. I heard Toothless roar, followed by the grunts and groans of Outcast soldiers. I fell to the ground left of me sideways, my good arm gripping my stomach, my other arm doing its best to copy.

"Watch the teeth!" I heard an Outcast shout. Toothless. They must have been talking about Toothless. I opened my eyes, just to see Alvin still standing over me, his sword coated in blood. My blood. I felt sick suddenly, on top of being injured.

I looked past the Outcast leader to watch Toothless finally break free from their grasp, rushing towards me, knocking Alvin to the side.

"You...have to go...buddy…" I choked out, resting a hand on his head. "You need to...get out of here...without me."

Toothless roared. No, he wasn't going to leave me.

"Toothless, they'll kill you...if you don't…" I stated. The dragon didn't seem to care. He stepped over me, facing the Outcasts, snarling and growling, his teeth unsheathed, his eyes narrowed. The stubborn dragon was trying to protect me, probably at the cost of his own life. Despite the fact I so desperately wanted him to run and escape Outcast island, I was thankful for the support he was offering.

"Th...thanks, bud," I managed. He growled in acknowledgement. I knew he would rather die than leave me.

I felt the world around me fading into darkness, slowly and steadily, yet at the same time, all at once. Just as the Outcasts got ready to advance, blurry figures slammed into them, knocking them off their feet, some of them unconscious.

"WHAT IS GOING-" The voice of Alvin the Treacherous was cut off by a loud roar, emanating from one of the objects. I lifted my head and opened my eyes in time to watch a certain girl ram her axe handle into the Outcast's stomach, fazing him, but not hurting him.

Wait...certain girl…

Astrid?