Hush little reviewers don't you cry, because this is another chapter to make up for that last cliffhanger that made part of you all die. :) Shout-outs:

silverwolvesarecool: Thanks! :D

xFaerieValkyriex: Thank you! I like the thought of Snotlout calling him freckles. :D

AnimeAngel: Yep, definitely one of her regulars. *sets up my egg canon next to your own*

Silver Electricity: Haha Snotlout! Poor Hiccup! Aww, Stoick! AAaAAAAAH CLIFFHANGERS COFFEE YAYAYAYAYYAAAAY!

ThatHorseGirl: Thank you so much! I smiled like mad while reading that. :D *Hugs back!*

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TheLastNightFury777: That'd be an interesting twist. :)

You know, I faced the Red Death with bravery. I took losing my leg better than one would expect of a fifteen year old. I trained dragons for fun. I lead the Berk Dragon Training Academy. I was the heir to the throne of Berk, only son of Stoick the Vast. My best friend was a Night Fury. My middle name was Horrendous (literally). I battled Dagur the Deranged, faced Alvin the Treacherous and even withstood the pain he bestowed on me and my friends.

Then why was I so worried? It wasn't like I was going to die, or anything...it was just someone looking at my wound.

Well, suppose, I wasn't really worried about people looking at my injuries. It was mainly what they would say about the wound that really made me worried. And even to say that I was worried was an underestimate, because really, I was so much more than just "worried."

I closed my eyes as Gothi undid the bandages. It hurt, but I was able to hold back all my winces and moans for the time being. I was slipping back into unconsciousness, and I was slipping fast. Part of me wanted to let it take me, while the other part wanted to stay awake and reassure everyone that I was okay, and that it would be okay.

Gothi gently poked around the area, and I gasped in pain, swallowing a scream just barely. She did it again, and this time, I couldn't stop myself.

"OWW!" I yelled. "Why would you do that!?"

She just shrugged in reply; it was really the only reply she could have given.

"It's okay, Hiccup," said my Dad. "Just lay back."

Lay back? I was afraid at that point that if I laid back, I would bid goodbye to my consciousness, and I didn't want to do that at that moment, so I stubbornly stayed awake while Gothi checked my wound.

"What does she think?" I asked after about ten seconds, just because I was worried.

"She says it looks infected," my Dad said.

"INFECTED!?" Astrid yelled. She sounded more angry than scared. "But...HOW!? We spent hours trying to make sure that this didn't happen!"

"It wasn't hours, actually, Astrid," said Snotlout. "More like minutes."

"It was a good ten minutes!" said Astrid. "How did this happen!?"

"Look, it doesn't matter how it happened!" said my Dad. "Gothi, what do we do now?"

I watched as Gothi scratched out on the floor with her staff. My Dad leaned over the runes, studying them, trying to make sense of them.

"She's going to clean the wound again," said my Dad. "Only it might hurt, Hiccup."

"Pain…" I said. "Love it."

…

At that moment, I made a vow: Never say I love pain again.

Because what Gothi did...it hurt. As soon as I screamed myself raw, I passed out. The next time I woke up, I wasn't on the floor, but instead on my bed, a blanket pulled up to my shoulders. My eyes flickered as I glanced about the abode, finding myself up in my loft.

"...it was scary," I heard a voice from downstairs. It sounded like Astrid, from what I heard. I sat up, and then ended up wincing in the end. Once I finally managed to push myself into a sitting position, I leaned against the headboard.

"What happened, exactly?" My father's voice this time; he sounded a mix between enraged and worried. I listened intently; I knew they were talking about me, and I wanted to know what they were talking about having to do with me.

"Outcast Island," Snotlout spoke up. "We already told you about the lightning thing...that was scary-"

"But then Snotlout, Toothless, Hookfang and I were captured by the Outcasts," said Astrid. "They left Hiccup there, just because he was unconscious, and because they knew he would come anyway, and it would be better if...never mind. What they said doesn't matter."

"Go on," said my Dad.

"And so Hiccup found us," said Snotlout. "He told us he had trained the Skrill, although we have no idea how exactly he managed it. While making our escape, we were surrounded by Outcasts."

"Hiccup knew they wanted him," said Astrid, "so he told us to go on without him. And...well, we did, but only so we could come back and help him in the end. Which we did, but by the time we got there...it...it was too late. Alvin had already stabbed him."

"And so we kicked Outcast tail and escaped with our lives!" said Snotlout.

"There's a lot more than just that, Snotlout," said Astrid.

"Well I know that!" said Snotlout.

"We couldn't leave, because, as I said earlier, Toothless' prosthetic was damaged," said Astrid. Toothless. Where was Toothless? As if answering my question, I heard a growl from below. Okay, Toothless was down there with Astrid, my Dad, Snotlout, and anyone else who was down there, too, even though I didn't think there were.

"And so," said Astrid, "we landed in a cave, where Snotlout and I tended to Hiccup's wound, and then he told us that his arm had been dislocated. So, I put it back into socket and made a sling for him."

"And then Hiccup had this brainiac idea where we use the blankets to forge a tail fin for Toothless," said Snotlout. "And, oddly enough, it worked, too. And so once he finished building it-"

"...He was exhausted," said Astrid. "He worked non-stop, his mind set on getting us out...he's crazy stubborn, I'm telling you. He completely refused out pleas for him to stop, always using the excuse, 'If we don't get out now, the Outcasts will find us, and then we'll never get out!'"

"Well, that's Hiccup for you, isn't it?" said my cousin.

"He can be as stubborn as he might," said my Dad, "but he isn't leaving bed for another week."

I groaned in frustration. My Dad was too protective half of the time. I swallowed once I realized that the others had heard my moan. They ran up the stairs, and then shouted, all at once:

"Hiccup!"