Sorry in advance for the shortness of this chapter. This is my THIRD update today, if I recall correctly. Thanks to all who read, review, fav, follow, or anything such as that! :) Shout-outs:

silverwolvesarecool: Yes! We will dig a hole, and put Dagur in it! Perfect! I think Dagur needs a snickers...he's not himself when he's hungry. XD!

Wanli8970: I think we would ALL like to see that! :D

QueenAurora: Umm...is the answer to the first one the temperature? A mountain? Time? I don't know! :) The answer to the second one is the letter O, and the answer to the third one is a river. Right? :)

AnimeAngel: Okay...I am going to guess...daytime. Am I right? Wrong? Close? Far? HELP! (haha!)

Dagur pushed me towards the door and followed closely behind, keeping the axe only two inches away from my back so I wouldn't even begin to think about stopping any time soon.

I pushed open the door and walked out, feeling instantly chilled by the cold, but pretending not to notice it; not to care about it; not to be affected by it although it was clearly doing just that.

Dagur walked behind me, pressing his axe to my back whenever I slowed down even a little bit. It didn't harm me, just reminded me that it was there and that Dagur wouldn't hesitate to use it if that's what it came to. I was hoping it wouldn't come to that, but no part of me knew for certain.

We walked passed some guards, and as we did, Dagur called a few of them to follow us. I didn't really know why he did it, or what to think while he was doing it, so I just focused on walking without fainting or passing out from the cold.

Dagur lead me to the edge of a cliff. I still didn't know for certain what he was planning, but I had a thought. He was going to knock me off it, or kick me off it, of push me off it, or (insert method of knocking people off cliffs here).

[Astrid just pointed out he could make me walk off the cliff, but that sounded too easy]

He made me walk to the edge of it, following closely. And then, he did what I least expected him to do. He grabbed me around my ankle-

[Yes, Astrid, it was the right leg. I didn't have an ankle on the left one]

-and held me upside down over the side of the cliff.

I thrashed, but Dagur was too strong; his grip was too tight. Not to mention he also kept his axe reasonably close to me, threatening me with it.

"Guard!" he called. "Go get the girl and bring her here. Let her watch her friend fall to his death."

"Sir, yes sir!" shouted the guard, who then ran off to get Astrid.

Dagur laughed and held me up so I could look him in the eyes. His eyes were pale green, like the color of a dying tree, or a scorched fern, and they were filled with glee and hatred.

"Just think about the fun," he said, "of your friend watching you die, while being able to do nothing to prevent it."

The blood was rushing to my head, making me feel dizzy, but I refused to let it show.

"So be it," I hissed, using all the willpower I had to not let my voice waver even the slightest. "You will not win, Dagur. You will never win."

"Well, I will never lose, either," said Dagur. "So what will I do, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third? What will I do?"

"Not win, not lose," I said, thinking it over. "Then I guess you must die."

"Hiccup!" I heard Astrid scream. Looking around, I saw her being held back by the guard who had run off to get her. Her ocean blue eyes were filled with horror and terror at the sight of Dagur holding me by my leg upsidedown over the side of a cliff.

"Astrid!" I shouted.

"So that is your name?" said Dagur. "Astrid? I like it. So, Astrid," he hissed, gesturing to me, "say goodbye to your heir."

"Hiccup!" she shouted.

"Don't worry!" I said. "Just...promise me something!"

"What!?" she shouted.

"Promise me you won't give up!" I shouted. "Never give up. Never surrender!"

"I promise, Hiccup!" she called. I heard her voice crack at the call of my name. "I promise!"

"Famous last words," said Dagur. Then, he let me go.

"NO!" I heard Astrid scream as I fell. I didn't scream; I didn't make a single, solitary sound. I looked down at the ocean that lay below me. Even if I survived the fall, I would drown before making it to the surface.

I didn't even try to dive. I just let myself slam into the ocean, feeling the icy prick of the water clawing at me as I sank down, deeper and deeper, into the water two times as cold as the air around us.

Then I let my eyes drift shut.