This is my SECOND update today. I am really enjoying how this story is progressing. It's really better than I originally thought. :) As usual, shout-outs:

Wanli8970: Ugh. Dagur, goooooo aaaaaaawwwwwwaaaaaaayyyy. Leave us aaaaallllllooooonnnnneeee. Stop messing with Beeeerrrrrrkkkkk. :)

QueenAurora: Aaaah, makes sense, actually. :) Um...is the answer to the first one a question? An echo? I don't know. I don't know the second or third either. They sound really tricky! And I'll probably hear the answer and then go bang my head up against the wall because it was so simple and I didn't get it. :)

So...top of the list marked "Bad Days."

And that really was saying something, since I had a lot of "Bad Days" in my past. Or...what I remembered of my past, that is.

During the six hour walk from Dagur's ship to Freezing To Death, I had experienced a few blasts of the past. I remembered some things; like a few dragon training classes I taught, with the twins and Snotlout being...well...the twins and Snotlout, and Fishlegs spurting out random dragon facts...normal day at the Berk Dragon Training Academy I reckoned, seeing as though all the other memories I had from that place were pretty much the same.

Astrid fell asleep, so I decided to just spend some time thinking of a plan to get us out. I stood up, letting her have the blanket to herself, and then moved to the other side of the room and sat down again.

My legs felt heavy, so I couldn't take many steps without nearly collapsing. I could see my breath constantly, like heavy, temporary fog. I was breathing erratically, so I guess that was part of it.

It was freezing. Understatement, actually. There wasn't a word good enough to use that would accurately describe the weather on Freezing To Death. It felt as though you had been frozen in an block of ice, that's how bad it was. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them to try and conserve body heat.

I knew that Dagur would be coming for me. I just knew it. He was my enemy, and I, apparently, was his. I had memories I didn't know were there flash back at me at random moments.

Dagur! I was just thinking about you! Hey, remember that time we went swimming, and...you tried to drown me?

Oooh the laughs we shared!

It was strange. I only remembered bits and pieces of it, but it was enough to get my mind ticking.

The chill of the cell made it almost impossible to think about anything else but the fact that I was freezing, but I forced myself to. I needed to think. I needed to try and think of a plan to get at least Astrid out of here alive.

Dagur would come for me. And when I didn't speak, he would come for Astrid, and use her as bait for myself.

And I was right.

I heard footsteps approaching, and saw a torchlight, signaling my worst fears to spring. I stood up abruptly and moved to the front of the cell, standing right in front of the door. Dagur came in front, holding a torch in one hand, and a key in the other.

"Well well well," said Dagur. "What do we have here? Berk's heir in my dungeon. What joy!"

"Oh have your fun now," I said. "Just wait until the Berkians discover what you have done."

"The Berkians?" said Dagur. He laughed. "Hiccup, the Berkians aren't coming for you or your friend. It's just you and me, ex-brother."

"Ex-brother?" I asked.

"Yes," said Dagur. "Now, are you going to come, or am I going to have to make you?"

He opened the door, slipped the key in his pocket, and then yanked me out my my wrist. I let him. I didn't care. Let him do what he wanted. See if it made a difference.

He kicked the cell door closed again and drew his axe, holding it towards me threateningly.

"Now, Hiccup," said Dagur, "get a move on. And don't make this difficult. Remember, I still have the girl."

I looked back at Astrid one last time before Dagur pushed me forward, forcing me to move up the tunnel and back to the level ground. I was instantly paralyzed by the cold, but Dagur's axe and the fact that he had Astrid motivated me; reminded me that I couldn't stop.

He led me outside and to another small shack-like building. He opened the door, forced me inside, and then shut it behind us. Dagur turned around and looked around the room. It was dark, just barely above severe darkness. I heard the sound of a match strike, and then a small candle light filled the room. Dagur held in one hand a candle and in the other hand his axe.

I looked around to assess the room. There wasn't really anything there except a bookcase along either side of the wall and a table in the middle of the room. I knew what Dagur was planning on doing. He was going to interrogate me. Try to make me tell him some things about Berk.

Funny. I didn't even remember Astrid's last name, much less Berk's secrets.

Wait a minute.

Did Dagur know I had amnesia?

Probably not. If he had, he probably would have never taken me away from Berk, seeing as how I was no use to him with no memory of anything at all.

"So, Hiccup," said Dagur, "let's make this quick and simple. You're Berk's heir. Tell me all you know about Berk. The greatest secrets, its greatest weakness, its greatest strength."

"I probably shouldn't say," I said. "It's my insurance that you won't hurt me."

Dagur aimed the axe at my throat. "Is it now?" he hissed.

"Frankly yes," I said, pretending the axe wasn't there. If I could play dumb, make Dagur think I knew everything about Berk, maybe it would keep him from killing me and Astrid.

"You know I have your friend," said Dagur.

"And you know that no matter how much you hurt her or me, I will never tell you anything I know about Berk," I said flatly, my voice betraying no emotion. In all honesty, if Dagur threatened to kill Astrid for a few secrets, I would have blurted them out faster than Dagur could ask me to do so. But I had to make him think otherwise. It was Astrid's only real chance.

"Touche," said Dagur, lowering the axe slightly. "But what are the secrets, Hiccup?"

"I won't tell you," I said.

"WHAT. ARE. THE. SECRETS!?" said Dagur.

"I won't tell you," I said.

"I'll KILL the girl, Hiccup!" Dagur threatened. "I am not lying, unlike some people I know! You know deep down I would kill her. You know I wouldn't hesitate. And then you will know it was your fault. You'll never be able to live with yourself. Never be able to go back. Never be able to change your decision." He glared at me and pushed the axe towards me again. "TELL ME. ALL OF BERK'S. SECRETS!"

"I DON'T KNOW!" I screamed. "I don't know, OKAY!? I'm amnesic! I don't know! I have no idea! I didn't even know you for some time! I didn't know! I don't know! I don't know ANYTHING about Berk, I hardly know Astrid! I don't know, okay!? ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!?"

Dagur stared at me. He knew I wasn't lying. And then, he broke out laughing.

"Good," he said. "Then you are no use to me."