My SIXTH update, rolling once again into cliffhangers! Sorry about that last suspense. This one is worse. Oops, was that out loud? XD! I guess you'll have to read it for yourself! :D Aaaaannnnyywwwaaayyysss, shout-outs:

QueenAurora: Because the spider spied her...HAHAHAHAHA! I said that out loud a few times to myself, and I just couldn't stop saying it. Now I'm sitting here whispering "the spider spied her" over and over like a weirdo. :)

silverwolvesarecool: Aaah, no, I knew you were't mad at me, Wolves. I'm mad at Mr. Bad Temper Dagur, too. Well, aren't we all? :)

xFaerieValkyriex: Sorry about that. I guess I tend to shatter a lot of hopes when they are at their highest point. I guess all authors tend to do that some way or another. *shrugs*

Wanli8970: How about, we invite him to a BBQ, but not tell him that he's the main course for Flara, or whatever other dragons show up? We won't tell him that HE'S the BBQ! GOLD! :D

Guest: Less suspense? *flips through dictionary* Mmm nnn. Nope. Not in my vocabulary. XD! Yeah, I should really try and work on that. I do too many cliffhangers. :)

Dagur was really starting to get on my final nerves. The last straw. He was just asking for trouble now. Just asking. Like he came knocking on our door like "Hello do you have room for one more weirdo?"

"Dagur," said Astrid. "How did I know something was going to go wrong?"
Dagur smirked. "Oh, Astrid," he said, "it was quite obvious, is it not?"

"No, it was not," I said. "Dagur, what are you going to gain my doing this? What are you trying to get? What are you trying to do? To prove?"

Dagur actually laughed. "Oh, Hiccup," he said, "I am not trying to prove anything. Now, I am trying to do something, alright!"

"Oh really?" I said. "What's that?"

"I am trying to make you pay, Hiccup!" shouted Dagur. "I am trying to make you see what you did to me!"

"The only one doing anything to you is yourself, Dagur," I said. "Stop this. This madness? It has to stop. You can only go for so long, Dagur. You have to give it up. Give all this-" I gestured to everything "-up."

"Why, Hiccup?" said Dagur. "It's YOUR fault to begin with! Your fault!"

"What are you trying to gain by this, Dagur!?" I shouted.

"Revenge!" said Dagur. "You could have been my brother! My brother, Hiccup!" He said my name as if it were toxic. "But you chose a dragon...a BEAST...over ME! You LIED to ME!"

"You know I had no choice, Dagur!" I shouted. "You would have driven both of our tribes to war! It would have been Berserker against Hooligan. It would have been a massacre! A bloodbath! Do you not understand!?"

"Oh I understand perfectly," said Dagur. "I know exactly what's going on. You chose a dragon over me."

"That's not true-" I started, but he cut me off.

"You chose to be my enemy!" said Dagur. "I didn't chose this, Hiccup! YOU chose this! You did this! You did this! This is all. Your. Fault! And now Berk is going to be the one to suffer for it. Is that what you really want, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third!?"

I tensed instantly, my hands reaching for a dagger I didn't have. "Of course it isn't, Dagur," I said. "No one wants war. And if they do, it's because they are ultimately fighting for peace. Why have war when there is no such thing as peace? What is peace if there is only war, what is war if there is only peace? Dagur, you don't mean what you're saying. You don't mean...ANY of it."

"Yes I do!" said Dagur.

"No, you don't!" I said.

"YES I DO!" shouted Dagur, his voice erratic.

"NO YOU DON'T!" I said.

"YES...I DO!" Dagur wiped a dagger out of his belt and threw it at me. Just before it slammed into my face, I reached up, and caught the dagger by the hilt. I brought it down and looked at it, and then looked back at Dagur.

"No. You. Don't." My voice was hard and flat, as if I were speaking to a very small child. It betrayed no emotion, no feelings, no thoughts.

"FINE!" shouted Dagur. "You want to be that way!? Then you go ahead and be that way! See if I care! Of course, you won't live to see even the next sunrise!"

With that, Dagur charged at us, screaming his head off.

Astrid and I both jumped in different directions as Dagur came at us at full speed, waving his axe around as if it were a flag. Of course, he wasn't going for Astrid. He was going for me.

I had the dagger he had thrown, so I used that to fight him off when I had to. Other than that, I just tried to use my size against him, easily dodging his blows and making tight turns.

"Hiccup!" shouted Astrid.

The tone of her voice suddenly brought back a memory. I tried to stop it; now was no time for flashbacks; but of course, my mind didn't listen to me.

I was running from a Monstrous Nightmare as it breathed flames everywhere, trying to roast me alive.

I screamed as I slipped on the ice. Dagur was instantly on to me, holding the axe over his head. I rolled to the side as be brought it down, so the blade sank into the ice, just barely missing my head.

As Dagur tried to pull the axe out of the ice, I took the advantage. I rolled to the side and got to my feet, just as Dagur yanked his weapon from the solid ice.

"Hiccup!" Astrid from my memory screamed. She pried the gate open and ran through to try and find some way to lure the Nightmare away from me. She picked up a hammer, and threw it straight at the Nightmare. It conked him on the head, giving me more time to run.

"AGH!" I screamed, parrying with Dagur just before he could injure me. Astrid ran up and tried to take Dagur down from behind, but Dagur saw her coming. He shoved me backwards so I slipped and fell flat on my back and then turned around to face Astrid.

She and he parried and were drawn into a battle of their own. I recollected the dagger and ran up from behind, trying to do the same thing Astrid had attempted. Dagur saw me coming, though, too. He turned around and knocked me off my feet, sending me sprawling across the ice. I crashed back-first into one of the large ice-blocks sticking dangerously out of the ice.

I quickly stood up again with a groan and raced back over. What he did a second ago was not cool. You didn't just trip me like that and get it over with. I already had enough problems with my prosthetic. I didn't need the deranged madman making it worse.

Astrid shrieked with anticipation as she more than welcomed the fight.

[No, Astrid, you didn't sound like a dying Terrible Terror, you sounded more like a startled Night Fury]

She and Dagur fought like crazy, battling each other like mad. I came up from behind Dagur, but once again, he found me out. He knew I was there.

He turned around and kicked me, sending me tumbling backwards faster than usual. I hit the large piece of ice again; this time, though, my head took most of the hit. I sank to the ground, releasing the dagger.

I heard Astrid shriek my name with less anticipation; more with terror and anger. And then the edges of my vision went fuzzy and black, all my other vision turning blurry, like a watercolor. Then I let my eyelids shut.