A/N: Well guys, this IS the last chapter I'll post until May 21st since that's when my exams finish. Just 6 MORE WEEKS LEFT FOR HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON 2. And I can't begin to describe. I honestly can't wait for that movie and I am certain it will blow our minds. I'll be going on opening day with a few friends.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
Hiccup's POV
I rushed outside, with Astrid close behind me and was immediately met with chaos. Vikings were running all over, some gathering the elderly and children to safety, others were already engaging dragons, and some were scrambling to get the catapults ready with the boulders and nets.
"Well come on! We can't let any of them get captured!" Toothless pressured.
"But we can't let them kill any of the Vikings here!" I reasoned back.
"If you remember they're not here for the Vikings but their food! And we have to push them back!"
"And if you remember these are Vikings! They don't back down from a fight and never will!"
"Will you two get up there and do something?! I'll help handle things down here!" Astrid yelled, running off to join the others.
"Come on bud" I said, getting on the saddle and taking off. The dragons had already started setting ablaze a few houses, as well as picking up any Viking and dropping them into the cold waters near the dock. I could see some dragons were already flying away with sheep and yak, most of them dead, as anything would be when skewered by those claws. And that was only the first wave that was leaving with their catch. There were more dragons coming in...much more.
"I hope you know we can't hold all of them off right?"
"Yeah...but we have to try and ward them off, otherwise more of them will die" I said. "Fire a few warning shots into that group of Nightmares" I said. Toothless did as instructed and fired two plasma blasts into the centre of the group, and caused them to break apart...and fly straight at us!
"Veer off now!" I screamed and he shot straight up, with three Nightmares in pursuit of us.
"What are you doing Night Fury!? Do you wish to die at her teeth?!" I heard one of the Nightmares ask while chasing us.
"We can fight her...we just have to band together and overpower her!" Toothless reasoned. I made him do a sharp left into a group of Zipplebacks and we flew right between them, two of the Nightmares weren't so lucky and crashed into a few of them. The third Nightmare, the one who was talking to Toothless, made it through.
"You are a fool to even think such thoughts! No dragon could ever overthrow the Queen!" he said.
"Perhaps, but maybe a dragon and human can!" Toothless said, and immediately turned the opposite way, that we were looking at the Nightmare but still going the other way, and he shot a plasma blast, hitting the Nightmare square in the chest and sending him into the clouds. "It was only a stun shot, to lose him. Now we can get back to the real fight" he said, probably sensing my worry that he might have...killed that Nightmare. We made it back to the coast of the village and the carnage was at its worst. I could see a few dragons dead on the ground and that tore a hole right through my heart. I also heard Toothless growl menacingly, he was clearly angered.
"We have to take out those catapults" I said. I know it would seem that we are working against them, but I signed up to help them without killing dragons. And I knew well enough that the captured dragons they have will be killed. "Three catapults" I said, pointing to a cliff overlooking the coast.
"On it!" was Toothless' reply and he fired three plasma shots, all of them hitting their mark. Good thing there weren't any Vikings on those catapults and were clear of the blasts.
"Now that that's done, let's drive try and drive off the rest of the dragons" I said, and we turned to the main square, where there were dragons and Vikings battling it out. I could see the others there, helping to put out the fires while the rest had their backs. Snotlout and the Twins had weapons in their hands, holding off the dragons, while Astrid, Fishlegs and a few of the other young Vikings put out the fires.
"Let's break them up shall we?" I asked, and Toothless obliged by firing a plasma blast in the centre, causing the dragons to turn tail and fly away, and briefly halting the teens' work, and looking up to see me and Toothless shoot past and onto defending the rest of the village.
"Would really help if we had Bladewing with us" Toothless said. He was right. An extra set of wings would be extremely welcoming. Toothless is an extremely dangerous dragon, with his speed, accuracy, stealth and fighting abilities, but Bladewing is undoubtedly stronger and bigger, and could easily handle those Nightmares on his own...and that's without firing spines or fireballs at them.
"I agree, but they only have us right now bud, besides the worst is over. We just have to pick off the stragglers" I said, and we proceeded to do so. There were a few Nadders and Gronckles in the streets of the village, but we made quick work of driving them away with Toothless' plasma blasts. However he suddenly flew in a different direction, and it was so sudden that it knocked the air out of my lungs. "What's going on!?" I asked, but I soon saw it, a Nadder was being held down, ropes around his wings and tail and neck, Vikings bringing it to its feet. I wasn't going to let them kill him.
"He's mine!" I heard a Viking yell and saw Snotlout running to it with his hammer in his hands. I removed my foot from the pedal and when Toothless was close enough, jumped off and tackled Snotlout to the ground, who was just arms length from slamming his hammer into the dragon's head. Toothless simply bounced off a few houses to slow down and landed back in the main square and swatted away the Vikings who were holding down the dragons.
"Get out of here!" I yelled, and the dragon, spread its wings and took off, not before stealing a glance at me. The dragons from the last wave were also leaving, with their catch for the Queen. I was brought back to the situation at hand when I was met with a right hook to the face, sending me onto my back.
"What was that Useless!? I had him!" Snotlout yelled, getting up. I could see that his grip on the hammer was threatening to break the handle. He was that mad. "I would've joined our ancestors in the dragon killing ranks if you didn't mess everything up as usual!" he yelled back walking to me, but stopped when I heard Toothless snarling at him, warning to him to stay back if he knew what was good for him. That's when the other Vikings around unsheathed their weapons and were advancing upon us and the frightening part was I didn't know if they doing it to protect themselves or to try and harm me and Toothless.
"That's not all" we heard another voice and saw Spitelout walking to us with Stoick close by. "That boy took out our remaining catapults!" he pointed at me. "Now we're defenseless at the hands of our enemy because your son decided to side with the dragons, against his own kind!" Toothless growled back in retaliation and was already in an attack position.
"He's just proven what side he's on...I believe he should answer for his crimes" Snotlout said. More Vikings were gathering in the main square, being filled in of what happened and already throwing comments at me.
"Really? I should answer for my crimes? What about those ten dead dragons over there, their bodies cut open, their blood running down the hills, forming its own river?" I asked. Seeing those bodies just reminded me who I'm living with. They think it's a sport, where it's kill or be killed. I wonder about even telling them why these dragons are truly attacking...but I don't think it'll make a difference in their minds. In fact they'll just let their pride take over and go charging in head first to face the Red Death.
"They attacked us...we only defended ourselves boy! And there you go on that devil's back defending those beasts! Stoick should never asked for you back!" Spitelout spoke, and there were roars of agreement erupting from the huge crowd now present.
"Why Hiccup?" my father finally asked, stepping into the closed circle. "Why did you do that?! We asked for you so that you can help us get rid of those beasts...and here you are helping them!? Do you know what the penalty is for that?"
"Death...by the Chief's choice. But will you dad? Will you kill me? Your own blood...well of course you would since I'm not your son anymore!" I shot back. "There's more to them raiding this village for food...but you don't have the right to know that information" I said, turning around and getting on Toothless.
"Running away again Useless?" Snotlout asked, folding his arms over his chest. I wonder if it was only me he angered every time he spoke. Oh no, it was because I was weak five years ago.
"No. I'm flying away so I don't have to hear your voice" I replied. That's when a few men raised their bows, arrows at the ready and aimed at me. I looked around and saw two groups of four men, holding large nets, ready to toss it on us.
"You're not going anywhere, Hiccup. You'll be staying in the village this time, under our eyes to make sure you don't try anything again" Stoick said.
"I said that I will help you if you wouldn't harm dragons" I said.
"And what have you been doing? You've only been teaching five of our future generation on riding dragons! Seems to me you're trying to turn them against us as well! I expected you to tell us why the dragons are raiding us! Tell us how we can put a stop to them...but no. You're here showing them how to fly dragons just as you. What good is that doing us?!"
"Because they will see what dragons truly are!" I yelled back.
"They're not mindless beasts as you all put them! They're not heartless demons that hunt Vikings for pleasure! They're not blood-thirsty animals that eat Vikings...they have their own families to take care of! They have their own lives to lead! Why would they be obsessed with idiotic Vikings!?" I asked him, but the question was directed to the crowd.
"Listen to him...I wonder if he's even human now" Spitelout said, staring at me with disgust, as were all of the Vikings present.
"So what? I'm back to Hiccup the Useless? The clumsy, destructive kid who trained a Night Fury, first Viking to ever ride a dragon? Is that the person I am now again?" I asked.
"You never stopped being that person" Snotlout remarked. "If you didn't mess up, I would have been the second one of our group to join our villages' ranks in dragon killing! You owe me a dragon!" he said, pointing his hammer at me.
"There you go again. You're hooked on traditions of our past ancestors, you have no eyes towards the future...the future where dragons and Vikings can live in peace!" I yelled back.
"Why would we want to live in peace with creatures that have killed hundred of us?" he asked.
"Because we owe it after killing thousands of them!" I yelled back. Why couldn't he listen? Why couldn't they listen? Why are they so focused on killing dragons? "You all have no idea what I've gone through...the places I've visited, the people I've met...most situations I regret. The Romans captured me, tortured me to spill the secrets of dragon training when I was in a land called Germania, after seeing me taming a dragon...if it wasn't for Toothless I'd still be in their imprisonments. They whipped me, cut me, put me through torture that would make all of you squirm!"
"I didn't have anybody with me during that time. Even when I was in their cell...the only light shining through a small hole in the wall from dusk to dawn...when I was put through their torture, I never thought of home. Prisoners usually think of home or a loved one to keep their mind of the pain and torment they're going through...but I didn't because I didn't have anyone. No one loved me, not even my own father..." looking at said person. "...I never gave up my secrets to which they sought so low to extract them...but I didn't because what did I have to lose? I had nothing to lose" I said.
Everyone stared at me right now, mouths slightly agape, in complete disbelief at what I had just spoken. "What I am showing your future generation, that claim about turning them against you is what the Romans tried to kill me for!" I knew they had knowledge about the Romans. There were tales of encounters between Vikings and Romans, and the circumstances never ended on good terms.
"Don't be surprised if they come here searching for me" I said, getting off Toothless since some of them, especially the men with the arrows, still kept their guard.
"Then we'll just give you to them as a gift and we'll be on good terms again" Snotlout said.
"Don't be so sure about that...I could tell them that there are five others who know how to train dragons...and they'll come in full force and capture all of you, and unlike me, they will kill anyone who stands in their way" I said.
"Are you threatening us?" Stoick asked.
"Now why would I threaten the village that treated me like an outcast for fifteen years?" I asked sarcastically. "I'm saying if I'm going down, I'm taking you all with me" I cleared for them.
"That is not happening boy" Spitelout said and before I knew it two men had grabbed my arms. Toothless was about to attack but I stopped him.
"No bud...that's what they want you to do...Stand down!" I said, and after about a minute of contemplating, he did; lowering his wings, but not retracting his teeth, or claws.
"Get the dragon!" Snotlout yelled but I stopped him.
"Snotlout, are you really going to attack a dragon that will not fight back?" I asked.
"Oh he will...they always do" he said, walking nearer, and I was surprised that Toothless showed remarkable steadfastness by not crouching or preparing to pounce on him.
"Well I told him not to...so don't count on it."
"Perfect. That'll just make everything easier" he said, now holding the hammer with both hands.
"My, my...Snotlout Jorgenson taking down a dragon that won't fight back...that's not bravery that's cowardice" I said, and as soon as I did, he dropped his hammer and turned around, staring daggers at me. "And you know it" I finished off for him. He opened his mouth to say something but Stoick cut in.
"That's enough Snotlout, a Chief always knows when to keep his mouth shut" he said, and Snotlout grumbled about how he would show me something. But what Stoick said, confirmed something...Snotlout was already training to become Chief, meaning a wife wasn't too far away. Summer was just a month away, but Thor knows he could propose sooner and marriage would be within a month.
"You're lucky daddy's here to keep you alive" mumbled Snotlout as he walked back to his father's side.
"He's not my father...and I'm not his son...he's made that perfectly clear" I said, looking back at Stoick. "So...are you going to keep me in a cell tonight, or let me go back to my camp?" I asked.
"Take him to the cells" was all he said, turning around and leaving the crowd. Can't say I wasn't surprised.
"Toothless...go back to the camp and wait there. okay?"
"Are you sure you don't want me to break you out?"
"I'm sure bud. Don't worry, I'll be alright" I called after him as they took me away. He turned towards the forest and began to make his way there, with a few Vikings keeping eyes on him in case he tried something.
The prison cells had their own building, away from the eyes of the villagers. From what I remember, it had about six cells at max, and a single chair for the guard to stay. We arrived there in no time, and I was shoved into the first cell on the left. The iron bars clanged behind me and the familiar sound of keys locking the door aired the room.
"I'll take first watch" I heard my cousin say, and a reluctant 'Okay' from Stoick, and pretty soon, all that was left in the prison was me, Snotlout and a single torch burning by the entrance.
"This is what I've always wanted to see...you locked away like you're supposed to be...and me relishing in the moment" he gloated, taking the chair and placing it in front of my cell, and making himself comfortable.
"Well, looks like you're living the dream for once...while I've been living it for the past five years, away from Vikings and meeting new people, seeing new places and studying new dragons" I said, making myself comfortable, sitting down on the hay, which was the bed, and resting my back against the wall.
"But I understand...I mean, you had nothing left here, no father, no family, no friends. In fact life was way better after you left. Uncle Stoick began preparing me for the Chiefdom" he said.
"So how did the boring lectures, pointless disputes, and long hours of work do you?" I asked, knowing what was in store for him.
"They weren't that bad, I have to admit...but there comes an upside of being the next Chief...I get to marry whoever I want...and guess who I have in mind?" he shot back. I felt a knot form in my throat as he said those words.
"You're just marrying her for her beauty...that's it. You don't care about her at all" I said, not looking to meet his eyes.
"So what? I get what I want...and the girl I've wanted has always been Astrid. Her parents will not say no! They've actually been trying to convince her that I'm the right guy...and the whole village and I wonder why she doesn't like me. I mean we're both the best warriors of our generation, given I'm better than her, she's a gorgeous babe, and I'm a big, strong Viking...and think of how our children will look?"
I cringed on the inside when he said those words. I couldn't even begin to imagine that parallel universe...although if I didn't do something, that universe would become a reality.
"I know you care about her, Hiccup" he said suddenly, and when I looked to him, his face was plastered with a smug grin of victory. "I remember how you used to stare at her while we walked by and I could tell you began your own fantasy about how you and her would end up together...this is why this marriage is more satisfying than anything else...because I'm taking the last thing you ever wanted" he said those last few words in such a way that made my blood boil as hot as the flames of Hel's realm.
"So is that it? You spent your whole life taking things from me? What the fuck did I ever do to you?" I raised my voice. I shouldn't have because his grin was growing ever more so.
"She never belonged to me anyway...none of what you took belonged to me. I had nothing to begin with. Stoick always worried about me becoming Chief. Heck, even if I stayed I wouldn't have become Chief, even though it was my birthright. I wouldn't have had any friends, I wouldn't be anywhere. I accept that picture...but that picture was painted over five years ago...and I've painted a new one to replace it" I said, in a calmer voice.
"That doesn't mean you don't love her...I mean, I know you value her beauty as much as anything else" he said.
"Oh...how wrong you are...by the way, I know for a fact you wouldn't be speaking of her like this if she was here...given you're scared of her" I said with a smug, and rejoiced in seeing him scowl.
"Doesn't matter what you think anymore...not after tonight anyway" he said with a knowing smile.
"What do you mean?" I asked, leaning forward but already fearing the worst.
"You'll see" he replied.
Astrid's POV
I saw the whole commotion in the centre of the village an hour ago, and I truly felt sorry for Hiccup. He did catch my eyes with his through the crowds at one point, and at that time I was on my way to the front to help him, but one look from his eyes told me I should stay back, and that he'd handle it. I still feel I should have gone up and defended him. But that would have brought more attention to me and I think he didn't want that.
And for the past hour, I had been in the forest, making sure Toothless got to the camp safely. I had walked with him, of course since he trusted me. I also made sure to go with him after the Vikings had shifted their gazes and wouldn't see me with him.
I was on my way home, wondering how Hiccup was doing. However, as I was rounded the corner onto the street where my house was, I saw a my father and...Spitelout shaking hands...with smiles on their faces.
OH NO!
It was at that moment that Spitelout turned and left, that I ran to my house and forcefully pushed my father inside before Spitelout could see the commotion.
"What happened!?" I yelled as walked to the centre of the room, turning to face my father. My mother had also just entered from the kitchen.
"You're engaged, Astrid!" he yelled happily, hugging me.
"NO!" I screamed, pushing him away from me. "I'm engaged to Snotlout!? Of all people!? Why would you do that!?" I yelled, trying to hold back the tears.
"Astrid, it's for your own good. You'll be marrying the Chief of Berk. You'll be set for life!" my mother tried to reason.
"You mean you'll be set for life!" I yelled back.
"Astrid, don't you dare talk back to your mother that way" my father said, face turning serious. "You'll be marrying Snotlout...the second best fighter of our future generation, you'll be the wife of a Chief, you'll have a lot of power and wealth. You'll be doing us proud" he said.
"All he ever cared about was my body, my beauty and I bet he's fantasized me naked in his dreams! I will not marry him!" I said was adamant about it. I folded my arms over my chest and sat on the main couch, facing the hearth.
"Astrid..." my mother, trying to comfort me, sat beside me and brought me in with her arms, "...the contract's already been negotiated and agreed upon. We can't back out now even if we wanted to" she said, gently rocking me.
"Except you don't want to!" I said, breaking out of her arms and standing back up.
"What would you have us do, Astrid? You are twenty years old and well passed the age of marriage. We did what should have been done a long time ago" my father said.
"Oh and that's still engaging me to Snotlout? Well, I'm glad you waited five years...honestly I am" I said sarcastically.
"The wedding's in one month, dear. It'll be during the beginning of summer...it should be wonderful" my mother said, trying to get me to look on the bright side, but it wasn't working one bit.
"Yes...summer will be wonderful, but not my marriage."
"What would you wish us do Astrid? We are not marrying you off to merchants, traders or men from other villages because we do not know them and have no history with them. Your mother and I know about the Jorgensons and the lineage they adhere from. They are a proud and respected family in this village..."
"Don't forget extremely wealthy" I cut in.
"...and by you marrying Snotlout, you'll be in good hands" he said, ignoring my snide comment.
"And Hiccup had been disowned by his own father...branded a traitor to Berk and Vikings...we wouldn't have even considered marrying you to him even if none of the dragon nonsense happened" he finished.
"So it was always going to be Snotlout?" I asked.
"The counsel had plans of always having Snotlout as Chief and not Hiccup. Even Stoick knew about it but was hoping for some miracle that Hiccup could live up to people's expectations of a real Chief and a real Viking" he stated.
"Besides you two are the perfect..."
"Don't finish that sentence papa" I said, raising my hand. "Snotlout and I are nothing alike. He will only sit back with friends and aim his mug at me and say 'It's not surprising I got her...after all, she fell for all this.' And you know it, and you are alright that he'll be looking at me like I'm some trophy? I thought fathers were there to make sure their daughters were marrying the right man who would care for her properly!" I yelled.
"How dare you!?" he yelled back, catching me and my mother by surprise. "Then who is the right man for you, Astrid? Who is the person who would treat you with all the respect that you want, worship you...Snotlout already does that...which man do you want to marry? Hiccup?" he asked.
"At least he respects women in general!" I countered.
"There was Cutthroat, dear" my mother brought up. "Astrid did seem to take a liking to him."
"I only liked him because he was actually a decent sparring partner when he was here. It was just admiration towards his fighting skills" I said. I never liked the guy that much.
"Besides, what has Snotlout done...he managed to nearly start a war with the Meatheads, and hasn't accomplished feats that Hiccup has!" I said.
"And what do you know of Hiccup? You barely talked to the boy when he was here! You found him weak and pathetic!" my father said.
"I now I know how bloody wrong I was...how wrong all of us were in treating him the way we did. He has not told you what he's been through over the past five years" I said.
"What has he been through?" my father yelled.
"Torture!" I yelled back, and watched the shocked expressions cover the faces of mother and father. "He had gone through torture at the hands of the Romans...refusing to give up he's secrets on dragon training...he even survived an encounter with the White Death" I said.
"The White Death, that was just a story.." my mother said.
"No...the dragon was very real...but you can ask him about it later" I said walking to the door.
"Where are you going?" my father asked.
"Away from here!" I yelled back and slammed the door in their faces.
Normal POV
Astrid's parents grimaced at the loud bang of the door. They were expecting their daughter to show her displeasure, but it's now safe to assume they didn't expect the scale of it. "Do you think we made the right choice?" Ingrid asked. She never saw her daughter upset as she was now.
"We know she doesn't approve of this one bit...but she'll thank us, eventually" Arnbjorn said.
"I hope" she added in. She knew Astrid better than anyone, since she inherited most of her personality. Her husband sat down beside her and placed his hands on hers, trying to assure her.
"Remember when your parents told you that you had to marry me?" he asked, and she nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. "You first came to me, slapped me so hard that I was sure that you broke my jaw...and told me to never talk to again...and look where we are now. We did have our ups and downs, but we made it work out. We have a beautiful daughter and two strong sons with us and they're already the best Vikings I've ever seen. Astrid will thank us for this decision. She'll learn to love Snotlout" he said; in some way trying to believe his own words.
"But that's the thing, Arnbjorn...I don't think she'll ever love him. You haven't heard her say how much of an idiot, arrogant and egotistic person, and I never really liked him that much at all to be honest" she said, shifting her gaze to the fire, watching the small embers flick and disappear in the air.
"I know that you're parents had you marry me because of our name, and the respect and lineage I can from...given I'm not a Chief but a warrior nonetheless. But I had you to put me in my place" he said with a small chuckle, earning a laugh from her as well.
"She seems to be taking a liking to Hiccup" she said all of a sudden. "She talks about him now, the things he's done and what he's gone through. Do you think she loves him?" she asked.
"Well, if she does, she'll have to stop because even though it might seem like the stuff of fairytales, there's no way around this. Stoick does not look like he'll take Hiccup back as a son or even lift his traitor title" Arnbjorn said.
"Maybe...just maybe...we should have waited a bit longer" Ingrid said, to see how events would play out.
At the Prison (Normal POV)
Hiccup couldn't believe what Snotlout had just hinted at. If it was true, then he had to find a way to get her out of this marriage...but for the past thirty minutes, he had failed to figure out how. He was a branded traitor and couldn't challenge Snotlout. Even if he lured Snotlout in by downgrading his pride and skill, Stoick would surely intervene and prevent it from happening. Kidnapping was the only other option but he didn't want Astrid or her family to suffer the consequences when the truth would eventually be found out.
"Speaking of my bride" Snotlout broke his train of thought when they heard rushed footsteps coming towards the prison. Astrid was met at the door, her a few stray strands of hair falling out of her braid and eyes, almost looking flushed.
"Did you get the news beau..."
"Snotlout, I'm gonna give you the count to three to turn tail and run away from here" she said in a low voice.
"So you can catch me for yourself? Is that it?" he asked, placing an arm around her shoulder. Big mistake.
She twisted his arm and threw him at the far end of the war, getting a cry out of him. "Y-you broke my wrist" he mumbled as he got up, holding his left wrist incredibly lightly.
"Consider it my wedding gift to you...oh and I have many others waiting if you don't get out of here!" she yelled, and he quickly shuffled his way out of that building, but not before casting a smug, but painful grin at Hiccup.
As soon as he was out of sight, she slumped to her knees in front of Hiccup's cell, looking defeated. "I think you know what's happened" she said softly, but after some silence.
"Snotlout did hint at it...and knowing him, he always goes through with what he says" Hiccup replied, in an equally defeated voice.
"Have you thought of any plans?"
"I have...but I've found nothing. There's no way for me to challenge him for your hand without Stoick intervening or him even accepting it on account of Spitelout and his punishment if he loses" said Hiccup. There really was no way out for the two of them.
"Well then...the time we had, given it was short...it was amazing, I'll tell you that" she said with a sad smile, reaching for Hiccup's hand between the bars and interlacing their fingers.
"I will try and figure out if there are any other ways, Astrid. I will not give up just yet" he said, holding her hand tightly.
"I know you won't...but if worst comes to show...we have to be ready" she said.
"I know...and that is what I'm afraid of" he replied.
Meanwhile
Cutthroat watched the depressed couple bask in each other's presence through the small window at the far end of the hall, without them noticing. He jumped down off the barrels of hay he was on, without making any noise and proceeded through the forest towards the meeting point.
About thirty minutes later, he found Alvin, Dagur and a few of their men waiting there.
"Plan A is no good. The Jorgenson heir has just bound Astrid into marriage with him" he informed upon seeing the two.
"Ow's 'iccup feelin'?" asked Alvin.
"Dejected, destroyed, broken...those are the words off the top of my head, but he says he will try and find a way"
"Why don't we just go through with kidnapping Astrid and let him come to us. He still would" said Dagur.
"And so would the whole of Berk cousin. We can't risk that" Cutthroat said.
"We could wait for 'im to leave and capture him, since there'll be nothing left for him anymore" Alvin suggested.
"That's good, but he did say he might try and find a way out of that contract" informed Cutthroat. "And I don't think we'll get the opportunity to capture Astrid since she'll be kept under close watch."
"Well then, I guess we'll go with capturing Hiccup...let's dock at the far ridge on the north, and I want ships placed all round the sea stacks of Berk, hidden, waiting for him to appear" Dagur said.
Their plan was finally ready.