"Who is this?" I squirmed and moved around as I was lifted up in front of a crowd of at least 200.
"Keep still, little girl." Drago Bludvist smiled sinisterly as he said this.
"Let me go!" I kicked the goon who was holding me in the groin. He dropped me and sunk down, clutching his balls and moaning in pain. I landed on my feet and began running, trying to find Toothless as the crowd pulled out their own weapons, ready to assault me.
I climbed up the ladder nearby. Once I got to the top, I looked around, seeing if I could find Toothless and my sword. I felt something tug on the ladder. It had to be one of the goons. Quickly, I leapt off of it, grabbing a random rope hanging from the ceiling. I swung toward Toothless as he watched me.
But what I really needed was my sword. How would I break Toothless out if I didn't have my sword?
I could see it just inches away from the guy who kidnapped me as I dodged arrows from people trying to catch me. Swiftly, I veered downward and kicked him in the head, knocking him out. I let go of the rope and grabbed my sword, running toward Toothless and breaking him free. Once I got onto him, he let out some fire and we flew out, leaving Drago Bludvist behind us.
Toothless landed on the top of an ice mountain, looking down as we watched Viking ships come near Drago's island. I got off Toothless and slowly walked down the mountain, just to see what tribe they belonged to since they looked almost nothing like the ships I saw. With a start, I realized something. They belonged to the last tribe I wanted to see.
They belonged to the Hairy Hooligans. The tribe where I come from.
I ran as fast as I could up the mountain, using both hands and feet while trying not to trip, shouting. When I got there, I wiped my nose, which was bleeding from falling so many times, and got onto Toothless.
"Come on, Toothless." He looked down, and gave a loud roar of fear. He spread his wings, and very soon, we were up into the sky. I didn't bother looking down as I flew over the Hooligan ships. One of those ships had a telescope on them, because as I flew ahead of the ships, I heard a shout.
"Siren?"
It was Snotlout. Nothing made me more terrified than hearing his voice. Most would've been terrified of being kidnapped by a psycho but that would never scare me. I'm a Viking. We aren't supposed to be afraid of anything.
"Come back here!"