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AN: Yeah! I got a Bewilderbeast dragon! Uhuh Uhuh who da man!
Additional AN: So I was reading my previous chapters (all of them) and let me tell you guys how embarrassed I am for all my typos! Odin's beard! Talk about being an amateur! Starting from this chapter, I'll read my fic first before posting it…
Look guys, I know some of you advise me to take a break for one day but it's not that I don't want to but I made a promise to myself. I promised that I wouldn't miss a day in writing a chapter because I don't want to be like those other authors that promise their readers that they'll update next week but a week turn to weeks then weeks turn to months so on and so forth. So, I'll still write a chapter everyday even if I'm dead-beat tired. For you guys!
Arc: Till Death Do Us Part
Days Until Wedding: 1 month and 4 days
Note: This would be a flash back chapter so when the sentence or paragraph is like this then it is from the present and the normal text is in the past… Kapeesh?
"You Want Me to Get What"
"Let me start my story when my parents and I were riding our ship towards our village. This happened 3 months ago. Just a few days before I got 'captured' by your tribesmen." Heather started. "On board the ship with me was my mother and Hoark."
"Hoark? Where's your father?" Astrid asked
"Hoark is the name of my stepdad" Heather and Stoick locked eyes for a moment. "Mom got married when I was already 5 years old so I never got used to calling him my father. Where was I? Right, so it was only the three of us there."
"Heather" Hoark called
"Yes Hoark?"
"Heather…" Agna sighed "Would it hurt to try and call him your dad?" she asked exasperated
"Just let it go Agna" Hoark said with a laugh "One day, one day she will finally accept me as her father!"
"You wish" Heather muttered and she plastered a fake smile as she approached Hoark "What is Hoark?"
"I need you to check if we still have fish in our stock. I think we only have a week's worth of supply and we need to stock some more."
Heather nodded and proceeded to go to the bottom of the ship where their supplies of fish were stored.
Back on the deck, Hoark sighed when Heather was out of sight. He sat on a chair and rubbed his face. Agna sat next to him and comforted him
"What am I supposed to do Agna? She hates my guts"
"No she doesn't"
"Just out of curiosity…" Hiccup interrupted her story "Why do you hate your stepdad?"
"Because he isn't my real dad" Heather answered straightforwardly
Hiccup blinked "Oh… Ok then, carry on"
"Of course she does!" Hoark raised his arms for emphasis "She doesn't even greet me in the morning! All she does is nod her head towards me like I'm just someone she knew"
Agna sighed "It's my fault. If I hadn't told him about his real father then maybe she would've opened up for you"
Before Hoark could open his mouth to respond, a harpoon was hooked on their upper deck. Then another one. Then another.
One by one, vikings entered their ship with their weapons ready.
"What's the meaning of this?!" Hoark stood and tried to unsheathe his weapon but before he could, a sword rested on his neck
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" a raspy voice said behind him. "All right men, let's ransack this ship and search for some supplies!" the supposed leader shouted and all the men proceeded to take some loot.
"Alvin!" a viking called as Alvin tied Hoark with a rope all over his torso
"What is it Savage?" he called back
"I think you might want to see this!" Savage called as he emerged from the bottom of the ship dragging with him an incapacitated Heather.
"Let! Me! GO!" She tried to squirm but the viking holding her was too strong
"Ahh… A feisty one, is she?" Alvin said as he cupped Heather's face and checked it "Hmm… You have a nice face. Good for infiltration"
"Who are you?" Heather asked slowly
"Aye… I'm Alvin the Treacherous, Great High Chieftain of the Outcast Tribe" he proudly announced
"No…" Stoick said and got everyone's attention
"Dad? You know this Alvin fellow?" Hiccup asked
Stoick nodded "Yes, but that is a story for another day. For now, let's let Heather finish her story"
Heather nodded and continued where she left off
"What do you want from us?"
"Oh you know. We're just here to pillage your ship and take you folks as prisoners" Alvin said like he was explaining the weather.
"No!" Agna said as she struggled from her bindings "Take us but please spare her!"
"No mom! I can't leave you with these… these…"
"These what, girly? Tell me!" Alvin mocked and all of his crew laughed with him
"These bastards" she finished darkly while spitting on his face.
Alvin laughed even more and didn't even bother in whipping the spit off
"That's the spirit, girly!" he grabbed her face again and they stared at each other "I could use you. Make you do what I want!"
"Like Hel I would" she muttered darkly while jerking her face off from his grasp.
"Oh you would alright" he walked towards Agna and pulled her towards the middle "Unless you want to be motherless then that could be arrange" Alvin positioned his dagger on Agna's neck
"Wait! Please! I'll do anything you want!"
"That's right…" Alvin chuckled darkly "It's not that hard of a task anyway" he tossed Agna to a random viking as he took a piece of paper from his pocket "What I want you to get for me is this" he showed her the drawing
"A dagger?" She gave him an incredulous look "You're going to make me get you a dagger?"
"A knife actually and yes… Believe it or not, girly, this is no ordinary knife."
"What does it do?"
"Why would I tell you?" Alving chuckled as he pocketed the paper again
"Whatever, where can I find this knife anyway?" Heather glared at Alvin
"Last I heard, this was found in a tribe called Meathead or something like that"
"Meathead tribe, got it…" she sighed "Why am I doing this?" she muttered to herself
"Now listen, girly, if you want to see your parents, alive, then I suggest you return with the knife. You hear me?"
"How much time do I have?" she asked gravely
Alvin waved her off "No need to worry. You've got all the time you need." Alvin then grinned sadistically at her "Now. Time to think of a way to take you there without drawing any attention"
"What kind of knife was he looking for, anyway?" Thuggory asked since the knife Alvin was looking for was in his tribe
"Well it looked kind of strange. It had swirly things on the hilt while the knife itself looked like it couldn't kill anyone."
Thuggory's eyes widend "Was the color of knife he's looking for gold?"
Heather nodded eagerly "Yes! How did you know?"
Thuggory rubbed his face "This is not happening…"
AN: The golden knife… Just what is this thing? Why was Alvin looking for this? Find out in the future! Enjoy and Review!