Author's Note: Welcome to the updated version of Deadly Seas. This story cannot stand alone. You need to read the previous stories first

The Secrets We Keep

Beating Stride

Living Will

Just like the stories listed above, I wrote this back in 2018/19 and decided it was time to rewrite the series. The process has been slow going, because, well, life happens. But now I'm finally done updating and can share the revision with old and new readers alike. I'd love to hear what you guys think of the new, so if you can, please consider leaving a review.

Without further ado, I present; Deadly Seas.

Previously On Seizure Procedure:

Dagur leaned in and studied the frozen man. Hiccup stood behind him clutching half of his former sword. He kept his distance but was close enough to see if he really was blinking.

The Berserker chief nearly jumped back when Johann blinked. Sweet Freya, Hiccup wasn't going crazy. The madman was still alive.

Johann stared at the abyss before him. It was all he had done for however long it had been. Hiccup showing up had been a treat. Hearing the scrawny boy admit he was afraid of him overfilled him with joy. And watching him shake on the ground out of the corner of his eyesight as he had done so long ago was even more pleasurable. That boy clearly had an impairment of some sort.

Johann. That man was still alive. How he was alive was beyond Hiccup's understanding. Was there some kind of power within the King of Dragon's ice blast that preserved life? Was it sheer luck he had survived? Will of the gods?

Personally, Hiccup opted for a kill mission. If Johann was allowed to live and put in prison he could escape whenever he wanted to. He still has vast connections in the Archipelago. He could be locked up and still be free to torture dragons and people alike.

"JOHANN IS FREE!" Echoed through all of Berserker Island. "THE ICE HAS BEEN MELTED! JOHANN IS FREE!"

Pandemonium struck the island as all the villagers ran toward the caves to see if it was true. Dagur and Heather ran ahead of the crowd while Mala and Sleuther tried to get the crowd under control.

Hiccup flung his door open and was greeted with a punch in the jaw. Hiccup stumbled backward before falling to his knees. He put his hands over his side jaw and screwed his eyes shut.

"Hiccup, Hiccup, Hiccup, "a familiar voice taunted. "You should have known better than to leave your protection at all."

That voice. Hiccup knew that voice. It belonged to a dead man. It belonged to Ryker.

"You will look at me when I'm talking," the villain sneered as he stood Hiccup up. "Before we get started, let's set some rules." He dragged Hiccup to a chair and forced him down into it. "Rule number one: you will only speak if told to. Rule number two: you are now my property. I own you. If you try to escape, you will be burned. Rule number three: you are not allowed to die unless I say so. I know how to keep a dying man breathing. Lastly, rule number four: you have to earn the right to be seen by a healer. Now let's get down to business."

Johann tied Hiccup's hands together and made quick work of picking up where he left off. He broke his left collarbone again. Hiccup screamed.

Johann smiled at Hiccup's pain. He took out a blade and cut the young man's leather armor to shreds until only his tunic remained.

Johann ripped the tunic off of him and stared at his bare chest. He readjusted the dagger in his hand and started making small cuts all over Hiccup's torso.

Jorn poured the tonic down Hiccup's throat and watched as his breathing came to a stop. He felt the young man's pulse. It was still there, but it was slowed down enough for people to think he was dead.

He got up and shouted for the guards. "The prisoner is dead."

The guards ran toward the cage. "What happened?" One demanded.

Johann laughed wickedly as he thought of how emotionally unstable Hiccup was going to be. It was time to rule the world.

Alvin screamed in anguish as Johann's sword came down on him, removing both his hands in a single swipe. The sounds of battle halted as both armies turned to look at what had happened. No one dared move to help him out of fear of dishonoring him. His men knew what was coming next and couldn't stop it.

Two of Johann's men grabbed Alvin by the shoulders and forced him upwards until he was on his knees, holding him in place.

"Pity, I would have expected more from Alvin the Treacherous," Johann gloated as he walked in circles around his opponent. "Any last words?"

"You will pay for this, Johann," Alvin threatened. "My death and many others will be avenged. My men will see to that."

The Outcasts watched in horror as Alvin took in one last deep breath as Johann raised the sword above his head and brought it down with a mighty swing.

They watched as the head rolled several feet before coming to a complete stop. Just like that, Alvin the Treacherous was dead.

"This is what happens when you side with Berk," Johann proclaimed. "Anyone caught giving them aid, will be dealt with in a manner such as this." they kicked Alvin's head toward the crowd and walked away.

Hiccup wiped the sweat off his brow and sat down. He had finally finished it. Inferno II. His new sword had a retractable blade on one end and could release Zippleback gas from the other. All it took was a spark.

It had been three months since the plan to kill Johan had failed. Thanks to misinformation, he was tortured for nothing, and he was okay with that. Now he wasn't scared anymore. He would be able to face Johann when the time came.

"Hey, kid," Jorn said as he walked into the forge.

After saving Hiccup from a worse fate at the hands of Johann, Jorn became the resident Healer for Dragon's Edge as well as a fellow Rider. He spent the last three months taking care of Hiccup, making sure he was healthy and kept up with his exercises to strengthen his muscles.

"Hey Jorn," Hiccup replied as he stood up, placing one hand on the table for balance since his cane was out of reach. "What brings you down to the forge?"

"Garff's saddle. It's not staying on right," Jorn said handing the saddle over to Hiccup. "I keep sliding off."

About a month ago, Hiccup was finally able to walk without any assistance aside from a cane. Once he was able to, he helped teach Jorn how to ride Garff, from the ground of course. Jorn didn't want Hiccup in the air until he was positive Hiccup's body had healed enough.

"Not a problem. Let's have a look," Hiccup answered.

Before Hiccup could grab hold of the saddle, a Terrible Terror flew in and landed on Hiccup's shoulder. Attached to its leg was a rolled-up piece of parchment. The Terror was shaking from what seemed to be exhaustion.

Hiccup soothed the little dragon as he took the letter and unrolled it. "It's from Outcast Island. Alvin is- is-"

The Rider couldn't finish what he was about to say. The letter fell from his hand as he stumbled back trying to sit on his stool. The Terror jumped off his shoulder and landed on a table, curling up into a ball.

Jorn dropped the saddle and rushed to help his young friend. "Hiccup! Hiccup? What's wrong? What's happened?"

Hiccup stared off into space as a single tear rolled down his cheek. "Dead."

Jorn stepped back from the kid, giving him some space to grieve. He picked up the letter and read it. Johann had laid siege upon Outcast Island. He and Alvin fought each other until Alvin had no choice but to surrender after his hands had been cut off. He was then beheaded in front of both armies. Johann proclaimed that he was going to kill any ally of Berk from every island, and Hiccup would be powerless to stop it.

After a few minutes, Hiccup snapped back to reality and stood up, reaching for his cane. "We need to get to Outcast Island."

"Of course," Jorn agreed with him, but Hiccup was still in no shape to fly. Then again, a friend had just died. Hiccup needed to be there to investigate and to say goodbye. "Let me at least give you a full examination first."

The younger man pushed past Jorn. "When we get to Outcast Island."

The Rider, of course, had the final word when it came to his health, which the Healer didn't always agree with, but he wasn't going to argue about it right now. That exam would have to wait. Jorn just had to keep a close eye on him.

The flight to Outcast Island was eerily silent. After telling the rest of the Riders the horrible news, everyone but Ryker and Dagur had saddled up.

Jorn studied the Master Riders as they flew. Hiccup flew ahead of everyone with Astrid close behind. He was sure she wanted to be closer to him but knew Hiccup needed his space. Fishlegs and Snotlout kept their distance as well, both doing their level best to keep whatever they were feeling in check. The twins just stared ahead, not even trying to joke or commit violence against each other. Even the dragons seemed affected by the news of Alvin's death.

From what Jorn understood, Berk and Outcast Island had been at war on and off for about 20 years until Alvin had a change of heart when Dagur tried to kill him. A peace treaty was signed after Dagur was sentenced to life in the Outcasts' prison. The two islands had been in uninterrupted peace for almost four years.

When they arrived hours later, Stoick and Gobber were already there and Alvin's funerary longship was ready for departure. It was time to say goodbye to a dear friend.

The funeral passed in a haze. Hiccup, Stoick, Astrid, and Fishlegs were asked to be in the funeral lineup. Stoick would release the first arrow after a speech about Alvin was made. Hiccup, Astrid, Fishlegs, and several Outcasts would follow suit. Thus setting the ship ablaze and sending Alvin to Valhalla.

The following festivities were somber, to say the least. Normally it would be a time to celebrate the passing of a great man as they shared his heroic stories with one another. No one felt like sharing though.

Alvin hadn't died a hero's death. He died on his knees with no way to fight for himself. The Outcasts had declared war and vengeance on Johann and his army. They would pay for the death of their leader.

Hroar had made it clear to both Hiccup and Stoick that they were staying by Berk's side. Alvin wouldn't approve of his men cowering while their allies suffered.

Author's Note: So what do you think of the first chapter? I hope I caught your attention with it. Are you ready to face what I have in store?

Who will die? Who will live? Who's Johann's next target?