A/N: Sorry for the wait! I was working super hard to get RTTE season 2 done in my AU the Snow Queen. :D

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Chapter 3: Pirates

"Where are you from?" Stoick asks as he sits across from me. I lean against the wall on the bed looking up at the ceiling with my lips pursed into a thin, tight line. Question after question has been poured onto me but I haven't said anything. Stoick I can tell is beyond annoyed with it, though he hasn't said anything, it's really not hard to pick up on.

"A tuba." I answer dryly.

"Alright, odd name for an island." Stoick says and I huff softly. Stoick rubs his forward softly before looking back at me. "Lad, it will a lot easier if you would just stop ignoring our questions." Stoick says. I pull my gaze down from the pale ceiling towards the red hair and blink once before lifting my eyes back up to the wooden planks. Stoick lets out a frustrated sigh and I inwardly smirk, won't be much longer before he gives up and leaves me by myself again and when he comes back I'll be gone, heading towards Outcast Island to grab Toothless and make sure to properly avoid Berk for the rest of my life.

"Will you at least tell me your name?"

I look back at him as the question reaches my ears and pull back across from the wood leaning forward towards him when I'm a few inches from his ear he tenses probably feeling proud he's finally going to get an answer out of me. Ha. "No." I say and pull back leaning against the wall.

Stoick's expression flashes with heavy annoyance before returning to the calmed I-am-patient one. I fold my arms across my chest resisting the urge to flinch from pain as the thick long cuts across my back stretch. "I know you can speak." Stoick says after a few minutes of silence.

Bravo.

You want a metal?

I release a soft raspberry and look him in the eyes his electric green ones meeting mine. "Will you leave me alone if I answer?" I ask and his eyes hold thought for a second before he leans back.

"Yes."

Good. Thor, this is getting irritating, "Fine. My name is Hiccup." I say and his eyes narrow.

"Hiccup?" He repeats.

"Great name, I know, it's not the worst." I say with a small shrug and shake my head so my bangs fall in front of the top of my eyes.

"Hiccup, where have I heard that before?" Stoick mutters and strokes his beard for a second before looking up at me his eyes wide. "Alvin's son. Your Alvin's son?" Stoick asks and I let out a hollow laugh like it's the funniest thing I've heard all day. I grew up on the streets of Outcast Island the only way I survived was by stealing things, Alvin's son? That, that amuses me greatly.

"Mate, I am a lot of things but that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard." I say and Stoick's eyes narrow as if seeing me for the first time and his jaw clenches tightly, mustache twitching as he stares me down. I sigh slightly and drum my fingers over my arm several times waiting for him to decide if I'm lying or not. I'm not.

"Hufph." He says finally and rises to his feet all seven foot one towering over me. "I'm keeping an eye on you, Hiccup. Don't think this conversation is over." He says and I give him two thumbs up.

"Didn't think it was." I assure and he stares me down for several more seconds before turning his long cloak swishing as he turns. He grabs the edge of the fabric door and with one final glance back at me he leaves the room the fabric closing behind him. I purse my lips tightly before I lean forward on the bed the wood creaking softly.

I tense and when Stoick's footsteps continue forward I slide from off the bed frame and my foot and peg leg hit the ground with a soft thump you would have had to be listening to it to notice it. I get to my feet and purse my lips tightly at the ringing pain raising through me as I rise to my full height. Okay, step one complete, remove Stoick. Step two: Find a boat and get out of here.

I pull the black fingerless gloves up my hands more and move forward towards the door, normally I would wait until everyone is asleep but I know Alvin, and I know that patient isn't a strong suit of his. I have to leave as soon as I can, maybe find a map to snitch, I'm not entirely sure what direction Outcast Island is in from here.

I move forward silently and scan around the room looking for Inferno. I'm not actually sure where they would put it, maybe it fell out as I drifted-oh. Right. I didn't even have it on my person as I escaped, it's still safely aboard the Night Fury waiting for me to come reclaim it. If Alvin didn't take it. Stupid boat.

I grab the edges of the fabric silently hoping Stoick left or has his back turned. The foggy light blinds my eyes briefly. They're used to the candlelight that's been illuminating the small room I was in as Stoick interrogated me, more like asked a million questions I ignored. I move forward releasing a quiet breath and watch as Stoick with his back turned talks to someone quietly.

"Gothi, I really don't know...He's an Outcast. Yet, his injuries." Stoick says and an older short lady looks at me her eyes widening but she doesn't say anything. I put a finger to my lips and move forward across the floor silently hardly daring to breathe as I move behind Stoick to the door. The older lady, Gothi I assume scribbles aggressively onto the ground and the Berkian chief looks over it. "A person is moving to the door…" Stoick says and I inwardly curse my fingers scrambling for the nearest weapon which is a long wooden board.

Stoick turns and looks at me, "Hiccup what are-not again." He groans as he sees me backing up to the door pointing the wood at him.

"Listen mate," I start and kick the door open with my prosthetic, "I appreciate your concern, but I have a ship to run, seas to plunder, islands to steal from. I don't have time for your interrogations." I say and Stoick's eyes widen. Before he storms forward and rips the board from my hands easily tossing it to the side. Oh boy.

He grabs my forearm and shoves up my wrist where a brand is burned into my skin, he drops my hand like it's poisonous and looks me in the eyes, "Pirate." he hisses.

I shove the sleeve down, "Still concerned for my welfare?" I ask dryly and he shakes his head slightly, "Hmm, thought so. Ergo, I'll be leaving now, savvy?" I state before whipping around and racing from the room breaking outside. I leap down several steps hitting the ground running, racing for the docks. Pirate. I will first and foremost always be that then a person. Impressive they didn't notice the brand earlier.

I smack into something and my thoughts slip away as I pull back and stare at the person. Blonde, axe on her back, blue eyes widened but narrowing, yup the girl who tackled me yesterday four others behind her. "Excuse me." I say and shove between her and the larger boy continuing down the dock.

"What the-Hey! Get back here!" The girl yells and I hear the sounds of her footsteps running after me, followed by four other pairs. Ugh, why are these Berkians so stupidly trustworthy, they assume because I'm injured I'm completely trustworthy, I trust one person and won't ever another soul. Toothless and him only.

Vikings dive out the way from me as I tear across the wooden planks the other teenagers gaining on me steadily. I need to a heads start on them, unlike them, I have wounds that are ripping open and the pain is enough for me to want to scream but I press on. I spot a part of the dock where the boards make a small sideways v and I grab the edge of the wood swinging off the side to the lower part of the deck.

Thunder ripples overhead and I glance up at the sky sighing slightly. Stupid weather. Of course it's going to rain, it's harder to sail in that kind of weather, hopefully it won't wrestle the sea into sinking the ship. I spot an empty ship towards the edge of the deck as the teens behind me start to yell at their fellow Berkians to stop me.

I trip several men as I walk past them and reach the empty boat running across the gangplank and kicking it off the side of the ship with the back of my foot. I reach the deck and pant for breath slightly before scanning the top of the ship. There's several weapons on the top, bags of food, it looks ready to go on a long expedition probably looking for Dragon Island, I find it humorous how many tribes still do that even though it's unneeded the Red Death is dead.

I rip a sword from the piles of weapons and slam it down on the rope keeping the boat docked to the harbor as the five teens reach the edge of the wood, the axe wielding girl stares at me as the boat starts to pull out from the dock before she takes a running leap and jumps off the side of the harbor. She sails as if in slow motion and her hands outstretched eyes narrowed with grace and unnatural strength she grabs the railing of the boat and her body smacks into the side of the boat with a thump.

Oh great. Fine, they insist on coming they can come. But they'll be stuck on Outcast Island, pity, I'm sure Alvin won't take them lightly. "Guys! COME ON!" The girl roars and pulls herself up the railing and into the side of the ship.

The other teens race forward each repeating the process for the most part beyond the male twin needing to grab his sister and when they're all safely aboard the girl pulls her axe out from her back and moves towards me as Berk starts to get further away.

The Berkians shout and point aggressively but with the way the wind is blowing we're quickly heading out and the island is starting to fade away. My hands fly up instinctively as the end of the girls axe hits my neck. "What do you bloody want!?" I demand and look at her.

She takes in several panting breaths her bangs falling over her left eye slightly, they're cropped above her eyes framing her face in a pretty way her eyes electric blue and crazy. "You can't just leave, we're trying to help you." She says and I blink slowly.

"Oh, didn't realize that, drat." I say and snap my fingers.

"Astrid, maybe we should just head back." The larger blond suggests and Astrid pulls her axe away from my throat staring me down.

"You're right." She says finally and I smirk slightly as she turns around and freezes seeing that we're a long ways away from her home isle. Her shoulders tense before she turns and looks back at me.

"Don't look at me, milady, I didn't plan on taking any of you with me." I say and she scowls.

"Are you mocking me?" She demands and I nod slowly.

"Yes."

She scowls and the other teens stand rather awkwardly in the background watching us, "Well you can either throw yourselfs back into the ocean and swim back to your island or you're stuck here, sorry mate." I say and turn away from her as she huffs angrily. I grab a rope to the sail and pull down on it releasing the fabric into the wind.

"You just stole a ship from Berk." Someone says behind me.

"Rather easy, I'm not impressed." I reply without looking back.

"We're not doing either of those thing." The girl says and I feel the pressure of her axe hilt on my shoulder blades causing me to flinch, she grabs my shoulder and twists me around smirking, "This is a Berkian vessel and we're Berkians, you are our prisoner." She says and I bite my lip tightly releasing a heavy annoyed breath.

Amazing.

Just plainly stupidly amazing.

"STOICK!" Spitelout roars as he bursts into Gothi's hut, several Vikings behind him including Gobber shove into the room. The Chief looks at them from where he'd been pacing. "Your stupid teenager took my son." Spitelout says and points out behind them.

"What?" Stoick blurts looking at the man with wide eyes.

"My son, Astrid, Fishlegs, Ruffnut and Tuffnut just tried to stop that teen from escaping and he took them captive." Spitelout says and the Vikings move to the side as the chief moves past them looking out at the horizon where a boat is steadily growing smaller.

"He took a boat." Stoick states lamely.

"Yes." Mona Hofferson says.

"That wasn't any teenanger." Stoick says and rubs his temples groaning. He looks back at the other adults, "That was the captain of the Night Fury." Stoick says and there's several gasps.

"Are you sure? I thought he was well, bigger and buffer and well an Outcast." Gobber says and Stoick huffs softly looking back at them.

"He is. With that storm we won't be able to go after them now," Stoick says but looks at the other adults his fists clenching tightly, eyes narrowing, "as soon as that storm is over, we'll go after that Outcast pirate and kill him."

"You are the worst bit of sailor's I have ever seen." I note as I sit against several crates my hands bond together with some rope the five teenagers, Fishlegs, Tuffnut, Ruffnut, Snotlout and Astrid as I've learned they're names are had found. They're making a giant mess of the ropes, the sail and really anything else the boat needs to sail properly, it's started to rain in the last few hours I've been sitting here, Berk is long gone, they're terrible sailing skills drawing them further away from the isle than closer to it. "I mean, have you even stepped on a boat before." I say and watch them battle the sail ropes again.

"Of course we've been on a boat before." Snotlout retorts and give me a long hard stare.

I huff softly, "Yeah? Could have fooled me."

"Shut it." Snotlout commands and I rest my chin on my bond hands cross legged watching them for a few more minutes through the rain.

"You know you're doing that wrong." I say and Tuffnut or Ruffnut I'm still not sure who is who whirls around looking back at me.

"We're doing it fine!? What are you a sailing master?" They demand.

"No, but I can in the least, get the boat to go where I want it to." I say dryly.

"Okay fine, name one thing that we're doing wrong!" Astrid commands looking back at me a frustrated look across her face matching more the name As-red than Astrid.

"I could name ten!"

Astrid huffs angrily, "Fine, what are we doing wrong?" She snarls.

"Uh, guys?" Fishlegs asks and I ignore him.

"Well for one thing, you could always try steering, there's a wheel for a reason-"

"Guys..."

"-and for another, you could try sailing with the wind-"

"Guys!"

"-Being honest, I'm not sure I can help you, you're beyond hope." I say dryly and the twins look over at me with a glare that could wither plants.

"GUYS!" Fishlegs shouts and we all snap our attention to him saying in perfect sync: "What!?"

"I really think we're going to hit these-" His sentence is cut short as the boat rocks abruptly we're all thrown onto the deck on our sides or faces before the wood creaks and thunder ripples overhead again. The boat splits down the middle rocks protruding through the vessel. My eyes widen before the boat tips in on itself and with equal cries of surprises from all six of us we hit the water.

It's frigid and I struggle with my bond hands to the surface of the water but can't. No, no, no, no! I can't have come this close, gotten this far to drown! I sink further the harder I struggle and I close my eyes tightly. This really is the end, I can't believe I'm going to drown, but there's literally no other way for this to go.

I'm sorry Toothless.

I am sorry I got us into this mess and I won't be here to drag you back out of it.

My lungs scream for air and I suck in a breath of water accidentally and cough up more taking in more choking breaths. My vision grows sluggish my limbs echoing it before I slip from consciousness, I doubt I'm going to wake up from.

A/N: Yay! Cliffhanger! Hope that chapter wasn't to terrible. =) I'll post the next chapter soon, within the next few days. :D

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