Watching Mildew made the a thought cross through Hiccup's mind. Correction, THIS was the most boring thing to do on Berk, not waiting. He sighed, listening to the sounds of the old viking fawn over his sheep. It was really an odd relationship once he thought about it. He glanced up at the sky, a few clouds passing over head. It would have been a great day to go out and relax, maybe a leisurely fly. Instead, they had looked after the island, and now he was here. He sighed, nudging the dirt in front of him with his boot. Seemed Mildew really wasn't up to anything for the first time in...He noticed the sound of approaching feet, and stood. He could not risk being seen, so he moved around the back of the house. He peeked around the corner, careful to stay out of sight, when he noticed a tall dark looking viking approaching Mildew's home.

Hiccup raised an eyebrow, the viking did not look familiar, he was definitely not from Berk. If he was not from the village though, where did he come from. Hiccup pressed his back up against the wall, listening as a loud banging rattled the old stone house, causing the young viking to flinch.

"Open up you old cod!" the gruff sound of the unfamiliar viking's voice rang.

"Alright alright, I'm coming eh" Mildew snapped, "keep your voice down will ya, don't need all of Berk knowin yer here."

So no one else knew the viking was there? That was definitely not a good sign. Hiccup heard the door slam, and slowly crouched down, making his way back to the window. He was careful to remain unseen, peaking in from the lower corner.

"Aye, Alvin aint to happy with you ya know" the gruff viking said.

The name made Hiccup's skin crawl, and a slight chill move through him. So, straight to the point. This viking worked with Alvin, and some how, Mildew was connected..

"How was I supposed ta know that fool of a man would fare so well against the dragons" Mildew's voice said.

looking in, he noticed the old man sitting, leaning on his staff a bit, as his free hand pet Fungus.

"Alvin don like ter be played, this plan has ter go down without a hitch, or it'll be yer head he's coming for next" the dark viking jabbed a sausage like finger at Mildew.

Hiccup shook his head a bit, he had to find out what this plan was, it obviously had to do with his father, but what. His hand moved to his head, as so many thoughts swam around. The Scauldrons, the Sharkworms, Alvin, his father being called off, the dark viking, and now Mildew...they were all connected, but how? Hiccup sighed, slamming his hand against the side of the hut in frustration. unfortunately, the stone he hit had been a bit loose, part of it snapping of, and falling to the floor. Hiccup froze at the sound.

"Aye, who's there?" the dark viking boomed, and made a rush for the door.

Hiccup had little time to react, he didn't think, turning and bolting towards the treeline. He prayed the two didn't see him, as he broke through the front section of trees and ran. His only thoughts on getting out of there, as his heart raced. Nerves were on a high, as adrenaline coursed through his body. This was not good, not good at all. He ran, soon finding himself out of breath, his leg with the false foot was a bit sore from the constant pounding while running. He leaned against a tree, taking rough gasp like breaths. His hand clenched over his heart, as he closed his eyes. That had been way to close for comfort. He was glad it was over though, he stepped away from the tree, but paused for a moment. What was that? He glanced back the way he had come to see the trees and brush rustling in the distance. He caught sight of a mass of dark messed hair under a large helmet, and a large husky form. The dark viking was coming.

"You have got to be kidding me.." Hiccup breathed, and turned, bolting once more.

This was definitely madness, and on the top of the list of things he did not see coming today. He ran, as fast as his legs would carry him. He was more familiar with the forests, being his homeland. He wove his way through, sliding down hills, and taking every shortcut or dizzying route he could, but the viking was gaining. He needed a plan, and fast. His mind raced, thinking where in the forest was the best place to hide. He smiled, and made a break left. He headed towards where he had housed Toothless back in the day, when dragons were still the enemy. There were many old trees out there, and one he was thinking of in particular. He had used to play there when he was a kid. The base of the tree had a slight hole, just big enough for someone small and slender to get through. Under the tree where the roots were, there was a hollow hole about half as tall as him, but it was good enough.

He closed his eyes, his heart felt like it would burst any moment, and his throat was dry. Breathing sent waves of a burning sensation through his chest and lungs. He made a mental note to definitely get more exercise in if he survived this. He reached the clearing, jumping. He slid down a large hill, not stopping as he aimed for the tree. He slid through the hole in the base, and landed in the dark hole below with a thud. Dirt and bits of root showered down on him, causing him to cough, but approaching sounds caused him to cover his mouth. In mere moments, a pair of big black boots slid down the hill, and stopped a few feet in front of the tree. Everything went silent, as the only sound Hiccup could hear, was the sound of his own heart in his ears. He couldn't move, he wouldn't this was not good at all. The viking turned, listening to the world around him. Vikings were skilled in tracking and such, you had to be to fight dragons and such.

Then came the sound of more feet, and stumbling down the hill came Mildew, his sheep following not far behind.

"Aye, who was it, don tell me you let em get away?" Mildew said in his usual crusty voice.

The viking grabbed Mildew by the front of his clothes, "shhh...shut up, or get out of my way."

He pushed Mildew back, nearly causing the other to stumble and fall.

"Their here...I can feel it" the viking said, stepping closer to the tree.

Hiccup pressed back against the opposite wall of the hole as far as he could, his hands pressed up against it as well. The two were so close to him, if they found him... Mildew shook his head, leaning on the staff of his.

"Did ya get a glimpse of em?" he asked, though quieter than before.

The viking paused, "no, they were small, obviously knew this land...smart..but not smart enough."

He kneeled, brushing his hands through the dirt. Hiccup tensed, his tracks, and the slide marks. He had forgotten...the marks he had caused in the dirt, they were fresh, and would lead to... He swallowed. The viking pressed some of the soil through his fingertips, looking at it.

"They definitely came through here" he says.

Mildew rolled his eyes, but remained silent. The viking slowly stood, and Hiccup watched as his boots turned once again in the direction of the tree. Slowly, he approached. Hiccup's mind went blank, the viking was coming, and he was trapped.