A/N: So I was rummaging through some old files and found a few scenes that I totally forgot about. They didn't quite make it into any of my fanfics but I figured they're decent and might as well post them! (Yeah, if any of you read from Fareway, the idea is similar to her deleted scripts but I actually didn't think of doing that until I found those files.) So...no copyright or anything intended. Just similar ideas.

Excerpt One: (the original chapter 4 from Captivated, got replaced by the current chapter 4.)

"DAD!" Hiccup shouts as he throws open the prison door. A chill creeps down his spine when he sees how eerily dark and empty the hallway is. Astrid rushes in behind him, her hand immediately finding his good arm and grabbing ahold of it.

"Don't go to far by yourself!" She whispers. "We have no idea what we'll find."

Hiccup gulps, not liking the sound of that. "Why isn't he here?" He asks, quietly. "Where would he go...?"

"I don't know." She admits, noting the tone of concern in her friend's voice. "But I'm sure he's fine. We just have to find him."

"Gobber was on guard duty tonight..." Hiccup recalls. "But he's not here either." A twinge of fear assaults his heart as he leads Astrid further down the hall. What if Aragwen did something to them...? What if she...? Hiccup bites his lip, shutting those thoughts out. No, no way. No way he's dead...

The kids slink down the gloomy passage, clinging to each other for dear life. Their boots tapping across the stone floor and Hiccup's creaking metal leg makes a rather formidable soundtrack as they grow closer and closer to the door on the other end. A small amount of light shines through the narrow window cut into its wooden surface.

A light at the end of the tunnel... Great.

Hiccup reaches out with a trembling hand. He grabs the handle and slowly pulls the entrance open, wincing at its long, dramatic groan. Astrid's hand tightens around his arm and he finds himself wrapping his own injured arm around her waist, pulling her close as they take a sheepish step inside.

"No need to be shy." A voice suddenly says.

Both teens nearly scream when it suddenly breaks the silence. Aragwen's voice... Hiccup sucks in a breath. Her cell door is...open. Oh no...oh gods no... He grinds his teeth together, releasing Astrid and taking a confident step into the cell block. He looks around, not seeing where she is.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DAD?!" He demands, furiously.

Astrid follows him, her protective instinct kicking in. "Tell us!"

"Your dad..." She purrs, thoughtfully. "Hmmm...oh yes."

Hiccup growls as he glares into the darkness. Where is she?! The only thing he can see is a little, flickering lantern hung on the wall. A guard's lantern, by the looks of it. Gobber was here, after all.

Aragwen giggles as if her words are hilarious. "You have to understand, Hiccup...your father came here to kill me. I had to do something..."

His heart sinks. "No..."

"Oh yes!" She laughs, her voice echoing off the walls and bouncing every which way. Hiccup's head spins with the disorientation of it. "What's it like, Hiccup?" She hisses, her voice suddenly very close.

He spins around, coming face to face with the witch herself. Her blazing azure eyes a mere inch from his.

"Your father is dead because of you!" She snarls.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Hiccup screams, his hands clutching his head, his eyes pressed shut. He feels Aragwen's hands on him, holding him still. He twists away, thrashing violently to escape her clutches. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" He cries, desperately.

"Hiccup!" Someone shouts. "Get ahold of yourself!"

Get ahold of himself?! How is he supposed to do that?! His father is DEAD! Aragwen killed him! Oh gods! This is soooo wrong! He lets out a choked sob, not caring who sees.

"Hiccup!" The person's voice is still firm but he can hear sadness in it, tenderness. "Come on, son! Snap out of it!"

Son...? A horrible pain stabs through his head and he finds himself curling into a ball on his side, his breaths are fast and panicked. His lungs scream for more air but every time he inhales, his vision blurs and his chest aches.

A hand touches his shoulder and he yelps, quietly. The voice is full of sadness when it says, "Please, Hiccup. Just relax."

And, against his better judgement, Hiccup finds himself...comforted by the voice. His feverish gasping slows a bit and the pain in his head diminishes. His body is still shaking violently, though. No changing that.

"It's alright, son. Just breathe..."

"Hiccup...?" Great. Another voice. But this one is a girl's voice. "Hiccup, please wake up." She whispers. "It's okay. You're safe now!"

It's not me I'm worried about... He thinks, dully. Dad is still dead... Aragwen...murdered him! And it's all my fault! I never should have let him leave! I-I could've gone with him! I could have helped...

"Hiccup," The first voice says again. "Can you hear me? Say something."

Before he even knows what he's doing, the word leaves his mouth. And as soon as it does, another sob escapes him. "Dad..."

Stoick stares down at his son. Hiccup is curled into fetal position, his body trembling, tears streaking his face. What on earth did Aragwen do to him...? He thinks back to when he had been standing in the prison with Gobber. They had just finished their conversation about whether or not to kill Aragwen and start a war. They had decided against it.

But that's when he heard a door slam open and Hiccup shout his name. He'd sounded so terrified, so desperate. And Stoick went running, afraid of what could have happened. He threw open the door that separated them and found Astrid standing over Hiccup's unconscious form. She looked shocked, her eyes wide.

Stoick had demanded to know what happened and Astrid told him that Hiccup simply collapsed as soon as he stepped in the door. That's when the screaming started...

Hiccup had screamed so loud that a flock of Terrible Terrors outside fled from the tree they were sitting in. It sounded like someone was killing him, although he wasn't injured beyond his arm wound.

Suddenly, Astrid gasped. "It must be Aragwen!" She shouted. "She must be...pushing him to hallucinate or something!"

And so Stoick had wasted no time in scooping his son into his arms and rushing out the door, Gobber and Astrid in tow. As soon as they left the building, Hiccup had stopped screaming...although nothing else changed. He was still shaking and whimpering and totally unresponsive.

Until now, that is.

"Dad..." Hiccup sobs, broken-heartedly.

And that's enough for Stoick. He leans over and pulls Hiccup into his arms, ignoring the weak protests from his semi-conscious son. He holds the shivering boy to his chest, wrapping his strong arms around the boy's shoulders.

Astrid and Gobber are sitting beside him, their expression twisted in pain at having to watch their friend suffer so horribly.

Hiccup's breaths hitch, his face buried in Stoick's tunic. At first, there seems to be no change. Then, slowly but surely, his panicked gasps slow down and he stops fighting his father's embrace. "D-Dad..." He whispers, uncertainly.

"Yes. It's alright, Hiccup. You're safe now." Stoick says, stroking his child's hair. "Just relax...breathe..."

Hiccup follows the voice's advice and tries to relax. Could it be true...? Could this person really be his father...? If his body would listen to him, he would open his eyes and find out. But he's so tired...so...so...tired...

A small moan escapes Hiccup and he suddenly falls limp in his father's arms. Stoick gasps, holding him away so he can see his face. The boy's mouth is slightly ajar, his eyes closed.

"What happened?!" Astrid asks, hurriedly. "Is he okay?!"

"He's fine." Stoick assures her. "He passed out but he's fine." Without another wasted moment, he cradles the unconscious boy in his arms and stands up. "Come on. Let's get him home before anything else happens..."