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I wasn't sure how long exactly I was working on the tail fin. It was a matter of cutting, cutting more, measuring it against Toothless' tail, measuring, cutting tiny strips, making holes to slip the strips through to take the place of needle and thread, and then continuing on.

I kept working, harder and harder, longer and longer, ignoring when Astrid and Snotlout told me to take a break because I was overworking myself. Of course, I didn't feel like I was overworking myself; I was excited about finally getting off Outcast Island.

Maybe it was adrenaline that made me feel like I couldn't stop, because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't put down my work. I continued on and on, until finally, I was ready to start putting it together.

I was thankful the metal hadn't been fried. It was just the fabric. So, I took to stripping off the old, red, tattered cloths and replacing them with the new, makeshift tail I managed to craft.

I worked as fast as I possibly could have with only one useful arm. Astrid and Snotlout helped me whenever I asked them to, even though they were clearly telling me that I needed to give myself a break just for a second. I didn't listen to them, though, and continued working on the tail fin. As soon as it was done, we could leave.

I continued fitting it and measuring it until I finally - finally! - I finished it. When it was done, I sat back, the knife leaving my hand as I dropped it to the ground beside me. I leaned backwards, falling up against Astrid's chest.

"You worked yourself too hard," she said simply. I nodded half-heartedly. "You can't do that if you're going to recover properly, Hiccup." At that moment, though, I was too tired to care.

"We can leave now," I gasped out. "I fixed his tail fin…"

"No, we're not leaving until you rest some, even if it's just a few minutes," said Astrid.

"Astrid," I said, only to be cut off.

"No," said Astrid. "At least give yourself some time to catch your breath, Hiccup. You're breathing as if you just ran a marathon."

I felt like I had, actually, if I had been completely honest with my friends and myself.

"I'll be okay," I breathed. "Right now, we need to get back to Berk, before the Outcasts find out where we are."

"Because then, it will be CHOP CHOP here come the Outcasts, and then no more Snotlout, Astrid, Hiccup, Hookfang, Stormfly, Spiritflash, or Toothless," said Snotlout, grinding dirt between his fingers for emphasis.

I really wished he hadn't done that last thing. It really wasn't making me feel any better about the situation, as you could well imagine.

"Okay, come on, then, let's go," I said, trying to push myself back into a sitting position. Astrid wrapped her arms around my chest, keeping me down.

"No, Hiccup," said Astrid. "You need to rest, even for a few minutes. You have to stop overworking yourself."

"But we need to get off this island," I said. "We don't know when the Outcasts will look here...they could be coming this way right now for all we know-"

"You can't fly in your condition, freckles," said Snotlout.

"Please, don't call me freckles," I said.

"Why not?" said Snotlout. "It fits you."

"Snotlout, not helping," Astrid growled.

"Oh, sorry," said Snotlout, but he didn't exactly sound sincere. "But you know, Hiccup is right. We do need to get out of here."

"Wow, Snotlout is siding with his cousin," said Astrid with fake shock. "That's a new one."

"We really need to go, Astrid," I said. "If we don't, the Outcasts will find us, and when they do...they'll capture us, kill us, or...or worse." They didn't ask me what could have been worse, probably because they already knew.

"Then we should get going," said Astrid, "but I'm flying Toothless, like it or not. You can ride on Stormfly."

"Sounds great, just so long as we get out of here," I said. In truth, I really wanted to be the one to ride Toothless, but I felt weak and exhausted at that point. I was overworking myself; I just needed to give my body a break.

So, Astrid helped me stand up once I got my breathing under control, and then she walked me over to Stormfly. She helped me mount, and as soon as I was on her back, I fell forward, resting my head against Stormfly's neck.

Toothless growled at me with worry and concern. I couldn't even look at him. I was worn out, and in so much pain…

"He'll be okay, Toothless," said Astrid in the place of me. "Come on, let's get back to Berk."

I didn't remember much of the flight; I must have blacked out a few times, because I fell asleep in the cave and woke up a few minutes later to the darkness of night, and the feeling of wind blowing in my face. I closed my eyes for another second, and when I opened them again, Berk was in sight.

Yes, I must have passed out a few times. That was it.

We landed in the plaza, and were instantly met with silence that engulfed the area. It was a strange silence; I was sure that there would have been at least one villager out and about when we landed.

Astrid dismounted and raced over to me, followed by Snotlout. Spiritflash was hiding behind the dragons, looking scared.

"Come on, Hiccup," Astrid whispered to me gently, tugging me off Stormfly's back as gently as she could have managed. "We're home now. We have to get you to Gothi's."

I nodded subconsciously, feeling at a dangerous loss of energy and use of my body. Astrid and Snotlout managed to pull me off Stormfly's back, but that didn't mean all was well. I shifted towards Astrid, laying my head on her shoulder.

And so Snotlout and Astrid - two of the people who were never actually the caring type before - helped me to my house, since I couldn't walk on my own for near obvious reasons. Spiritflash sat and remained sitting, Stormfly keeping him there with growls whenever he tried to move. One thing we didn't need was a stray Skrill on Berk.

We had landed almost directly in front of my house, so there was no need to take a dragon. Toothless trailed us worriedly, nudging me from time to time in reassurance, and a silent question, asking me if I was alright.

Of course, I wasn't really "alright", say, but I was home. We were home, and safe. And really, what more could I have asked for?