Okay. Hi, guys! Sorry I didn't update last week. It was finals week. Also, I finished Season 9 of Supernatural and instantly glued my eyes to Tumblr. BAGELPOCALYPSE HAS STARTED! DIDN'T I CALL IT? I CALLED THAT BAGELS WERE GOING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD! I'M STILL FREAKING OUT! Okay, sorry. REVIEWS!

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Jo: OH NO! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to kill you! Have you called 911? I HOPE YOU DON'T DIE!

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Okay. CHAPTER!

Bagels.

Chapter 11

It was absolute chaos. As soon as the first blow had been struck, everyone decided that was their cue to start fighting. Hiccup couldn't tell who was an Outcast and who was a Viking from the mass of tumbling bodies. He and Toothless crouched deeper into the weeds that hid them, hoping to Thor that no one from either side would happen to catch a glimpse of a boy and his dragon. As luck would have it, their wishes weren't granted.

Hiccup tried to stumble backwards as an Outcast rolled right into the line of sight of their hiding place, but it was too late. He had clear vision of them both. For a moment he lay there, dazed. Then, as if he'd come to a realization, his eyes widened and he quickly pushed himself to his feet.

"Dragon conqueror! It's him," he yelled loudly. "An' his dragon, too!" Many heads swiveled to face their direction, but none was more determined or ferocious than Alvin's. Then again, Astrid's could have given him a run for his money. Astrid! Hiccup hadn't seen her in much too long.

He was snapped back into his senses by Toothless, who was nudging him and giving him the 'get going!' look. Turning his back on the fight, he dug his heels into the dirt and began running as fast as he could. Where could he go? Back to the Monstrous Nightmare at the beaches? Not the best idea. Definitely not back to the Outcast camp! While he was thinking, he felt a hand grab him from out of nowhere.

"Hey!" he said, trying to yank his shoulder free.

"Shh!" whispered an all-too-familiar voice.

"Snotlout!"

"Hey! Keep it down!"

Hiccup shut his mouth as several pairs of feet went flying by. They looked mostly Outcast. Fighting could still be heard from back at the clearing, but it seemed that the Vikings were easily winning without Outcast reinforcements.

Hiccup looked around nervously. Something was missing. Something very, very important. He gasped as he realized what it was.

"Toothless!"

~Page Break~

Astrid, Snotlout, and Fishlegs had been fighting an Outcast about twice the size of themselves. Things were going pretty well until they heard someone shout. It was the Dragon Conqueror! There was only one person they could be referring to.

"Come on! Let's go!" Astrid yelled, delivering a particularly heavy blow to the Outcast's stomach with the hilt of her ax. To be honest, she was tempted to use the other end.

They ran as fast as they could through the fighting; Fishlegs almost tripped over a bush on the way out of the clearing. They followed the sound of traveling Vikings. Then, all of a sudden, Snotlout vanished!

Astrid looked around, confounded.

"Where did he go?" Fishlegs asked.

"I don't know," Astrid replied. It was as if he'd vanished into thin air! Straining her ears, she listened for the sound of any movement. At first, all she heard was the scuffle of Outcast boots making their way across the rocky terrain.

"Do you hear anything?"

"Shhh!"

Closing her eyes and concentrating intently, she pushed her senses out as far as she could. She was glad she put in the effort because a couple of seconds later, she could hear hushed, urgent voices. They sounded like they were having an argument. They seemed to be coming from the left of Astrid and Fishlegs, right behind a ginormous boulder. Glancing at Fishlegs, she beckoned her head to the voices. He nodded. She pointed to the side of the rock, then to herself. After that, she motioned around the other side and pointed to Fishlegs, hoping he understood. Unfortunately, he looked confused.

"Wait, so I go around this side?" he asked rather loudly. Astrid sighed in exasperation.

"Yes," she whispered. Nodding again, he crouched down low and began to tip-toe. Astrid rolled her eyes and started the other way. Before she even reached the other side, however, she heard an obvious and noisy scuffle happening behind the rock.

Taking a deep breath, she spun around the corner, aiming her ax at anything that could be an enemy.

"Astrid, wait!"

Before her were three Vikings, one of whom was the person she really needed to see alive right now.

"Hiccup," she gasped, dropping her ax to the side. "Are you alright?"

He nodded, but didn't say anything. Astrid looked at Snotlout with a questioning look in her eyes.

"The Outcasts have Toothless," he said.

Oh. That certainly put a new spin on things.

~Page Break~

Stoik the Vast was chief of the tribe. He had killed a dragon when he was just a baby; He'd popped its head clean off. And no matter how much the twins laughed about how 'Vast' meant 'really big', he'd been the most successful tribe chief since Berk was first founded. So, why couldn't he keep track of his own son?

He hadn't been fighting Alvin for more than a minute when an anonymous voice called out about the 'Dragon Conqueror'. Stoik instantly knew that he meant Hiccup. Obviously, Alvin did too because he grinned very nastily.

"Looks like I have a meeting. Hope you don't mine. I have to dash." As if on cue, several Outcasts surrounded them and Alvin took off into the midst of them. Fortunately, he also made the mistake of taking several of his warriors with him into the chase. Now, the Vikings of Berk were easily overtaking them. Many Outcasts trying to attack him were struck down from behind by unoccupied Vikings, though Stoik was doing pretty well on his own. He was going through the Outcasts like there was no tomorrow. Soon, they were all running for their lives.

"Let's go," he said, not stopping to admire their victory. The Vikings followed him without question. He knew what he was doing.

He had to.

~Page Break~

"Where are we?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"I was following you!"

"Well, I was following you!" Ruffnut said angrily, shoving her twin brother. He just rolled his eyes.

"It's not my fault you got us lost!" This was the last straw. With a scowl on her face, she launched herself at Tuffnut.

"Woah! Woah, woah, woah," Tuffnut exclaimed, holding both of his hands, palms out, in front of him. "Don't you think we should try to find the others and Hiccup?" Ruffnut thought for a moment.

"I guess you're right," she admitted hesitantly. Begrudgingly, she got back to her feet and began to walk, without checking to see if her twin was following.

"Um, no," came a voice from behind her. "I'm pretty sure it's this way."

"Nuh uh! It's this way!"

Okay, maybe they had time for one fight.

~Page Break~

"We have to go back!"

"Not a chance."

"But, Toothless!"

"Hiccup, you can't go back!" Hiccup looked at Astrid in desperation.

"Why not?" he said, his voice cracking slightly.

"Because it's you Alvin wants, not Toothless. He'll use him as leverage until he doesn't need him anymore. You'd be dooming Toothless by handing yourself in." Astrid said.

"Who said I was turning myself in?" Hiccup asked.

"Fine. What were you going to do?" Hiccup suddenly became very interested in the pebbles littering the ground.

"That's what I thought."

The more they walked, the more Hiccup's worry grew. What if they were hurting his dragon? What if they killed Toothless without meaning to? The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous his ideas because, and he knew it. That still didn't stop him from thinking he should go. Better him than his dragon.

Several times throughout the day, he tried to give his friends the slip, but they weren't buying it. Once, he was even desperate enough to simply make a break for it. He was soon tackled by Snotlout and Astrid, with Fishlegs panting and trailing behind them.

Basically, by the day's end, Hiccup was feeling absolutely miserable. The sun was setting and the others had decided that they should rest near the shore. As he sat on the sand, Hiccup stared sadly out at the vast stretch of water before him.

This wasn't any different than anything he would have done for his friends, and they knew it. He felt guilty. For this; for everything that had happened these past few days. Hiccup blinked. What was he doing? Going to Alvin wasn't going to help. He needed the element of surprise. He stood up quickly. The others followed his example, tensing up and expecting another run.

"I'm going after Toothless," he said, "but we need a plan. Who's with me?" They all smiled.

"That's more like it," Astrid said.

Yay! Happy birthday! I don't know who I'm talking to, but if you do, please let me know!

-Shadow