This is my FIRST update today. If all goes as planned, we will be finishing this fanfic later on today. :D Then I can get started on some other requests! Remember, there is a POLL on my profile, voting for which story I'll write next. If you don't have an account, you can just leave a review with your request. And don't feel pressured or anything, cause there's really no pressure. :) Anywho, shout-outs:

silverwolvesarecool: Aaah, no, I haven't tried elderberry extract yet. :( And Hiccup remembers! YAY! :) Yeah, I really wouldn't mind seeing Dagur get what he deserves sometimes. *sigh*

AnimeAngel: Aaah, Dagur. Don't we love him? (sarcasm) And I really hope we see more Hiccup/Dagur rivalry in seasons 3 and 4. In seasons 1 and 2, it was like they weren't serious about being enemies. I want to see some SERIOUS stuff. :D Like, Dagur kidnaps Hiccup, Dagur threatens to kill him, stuff like that. :)

Jesusfreak: Is it Common Sense? Is it your Shadow? Is it...your...I don't know. :)

QueenAurora: Yay! :D

Wanli8970: Yes! Hiccup finally remembers! I could imagine Astrid being like "Well it's about time, Dragon Boy!" XD! No, actually she probably wouldn't be like that. Or would she? Ha, not even I know. XD!

amillipede: Nah, probably not. I don't think Dagur the Deranged knows how to stop, in all honesty. I mean...he is...after all...Deranged. And he has a real good handle on it, too. :) No joke, though. :D

Seeing Hiccup hurt was the final insult. We had been kidnapped, stripped away from our home island and put in the hands of a barbaric maniac. My day was absolutely ruined. But Hiccup was off-limits. No one was allowed to hurt Hiccup.

I raced forward with a rage I hadn't known since Hiccup had bested me in Dragon Training all those years ago, before we knew the truth about dragons. Dagur seemed taken by surprise, but I knew it was just an act. He knew I was coming at him. He knew I would try to kill him.

He knew I probably wouldn't fail, too.

We fought, my anger and hatred pushing me on. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins to the point where I could feel my heart beating in my chest as if looking for a way of escape. Dagur, on the other hand, seemed unfazed, although he was rather tuckered out from fighting Hiccup.

Hiccup had taken the hard part of the battle, when Dagur was completely ready and raring for war, and then left me with the easy part. Part of me thanked him, the other part of me wishing it had been me to take Round Number One.

"You cannot defeat me!" said Dagur. "I am Chief of Berserk!"

I frowned, swung my leg around, and tripped him off balance. While he was staggering to regain it, I shoved him with the front of my axe and then kicked him to the ground. Once he was down, I wrenched the axe from his grip and knocked him unconscious with my own.

"Puny Chief," I said.

I didn't want to stop there, to be truly honest, but I knew I had bigger problems at that time than Dagur. I dropped both weapons and raced over to where Hiccup had fallen.

I turned him over roughly, my eyes gazing over a long gash across his face. It reached from above his left eye, and then across his face diagonally, ending on his right cheek. I wondered if it were deep enough to scar...no, it wouldn't matter. Scar or no scar, he would still be Hiccup.

"Hiccup?" I tried, shaking his shoulder roughly, probably a bit rougher than I intended to. "Come on, Hiccup," I pleaded. "Get up."

He groaned, his eyes fluttering. He opened them and squinted up at me, breathing heavily.

"As..Astrid?" he croaked.

I nodded. "Yeah," I said. "You okay?"

He shook his head and groaned. "Too...many memories..." he choked out.

His voice sounded so guilty and strained. It just tugged on my heartstrings to hear him talk like that. I shushed him as quickly as possible.

"Hey, it's okay," I said quickly. I didn't want him to think I was blaming him, or anything. "Come on. We're going to get back to Berk, okay? Gothi can help you once we're there, but we can't do anything until we leave this place."

Hiccup nodded. I bent over and pulled one of his arms over my shoulder and wrapped my other arm around his waist and pulled him to a stand. He leaned entirely up against me, unable to bear his own weight. I didn't have a problem with it, though. He weighed next to nothing.

As soon as he was on his feet (that is to say foot) he cried out and gripped his head. I panicked, but knew it was normal. If his memories had just suddenly come back...it probably wasn't a very pleasant process. Not to mention he had hit his head real hard on the ice.

"Assstrid," he said, his voice shaking. "I...think I'm gonna...passsss ouuuut..."

He suddenly closed his eyes, and then sank to the ground. Or, he would have, hadn't I caught him before that. I picked him up and took him over to a rather large area of ice and gently laid him down on it. After that, I took the axe and started hacking away at the ice keeping the piece attached.

I hacked away at it until it came loose. I sheathed the axe and stepped onto our ice raft. Then, once I was sure I was ready, I used one arm to support Hiccup and the other arm to unsheath the axe and use it like an oar.

We were leaving.