Hello! Sorry for my lack of updating, but I have been busy doing other stuff like drawing or doing schoolwork. Slowly, I've been falling out of the mericcup and the Big Four fandom, maybe just accepting its dying out or maybe I've lost interest. Of course I enjoy writing, but updating these chapters has become more of a chore than just doing it for fun. I'm going to let my stories be on a break until summer, then I will decide whether or not I would want to continue. Thank you for staying with me and supporting my writing! Also I got the file back and have been meaning to write more, but I was starting to forget which direction I was heading. So for an apology for my absence I will show you what I've written for the upcoming chapter. Until summer, peace out! ~Rain

Muffled voices, hard footsteps on wood, and the sharpening of weapons was what her ears picked up. She took in harsh breaths for a woven cloth restrained her from taking in too much oxygen. She clenched her sweaty hands together, her wrists burning from the roughness of the rope tied tightly around them. Her head felt heavy, her mind was a blur. The thoughts flowing through her head were creating a pounding headache.

The sound of footsteps grew louder and soon she could feel another body hovering over hers. A rigid, callused hand wrapped around her throat, draining her energy.

"I've captured you and no offers have been given to me. But it would be such a pity to let a pretty face like you go to waste." He spit in her face and let go.

She knew that voice, but when she tried to process the words he spoke, they came out as a slur. It was like he was speaking a whole other language. Air rushed inside of her when the smothering cloth was removed. But it wasn't enough, and she let darkness engulf her again.

Heather stared at the men looking down upon her. Some faces held glares, others held confusion. Her whole body ached from the terrible explosion that had just occurred and she felt like she could collapse from the pressure. Questions were awaiting to be answered and she still couldn't grasp the current situation.

Heather took a good look at herself. Her skin was painted with the dust from the ancient rock that crashed down on her moments ago. Her clothes were ripped and torn and her body altogether was bruised and battered. She thought that her health would be the more important topic, but the gravity of the situation was heavier than her problems. The chief's son had just jumped on a Night Fury, the most dangerous and the rarest dragon of all, and flew off to save the princess of Scotland. Also, this princess of Scotland was just kidnapped by her brother, Dagur. And he sure lived up to his name, because you'd have to be far from sanity to steal the daughter of King Fergus, who won all the wars that had been brought up on him.

Now, only if she could explain that to two very high-class, royalty men.

The wind burned his skin from the speed he was going at. The air became thinner and the night grew longer. Tears stained his cheeks, his vision blurred from his watery eyes. Toothless didn't dare hold hesitation, he noticed the determination his owner had to get to this girl, but he knew it wouldn't last long.

He was going into a fight with no real plan, a fight with a whole trained armada. It was just him and a dragon, a very dangerous dragon, but it was still just the two of them. Hiccup ran his hand through his disheveled hair and let out a sigh. His breath was visible in the cold winter night. Stars surrounded his vision and an endless ocean followed.

"I can't just let her go." His voice cracked and Toothless lifted his head to nudge Hiccup.

He managed a small smile and pet the dragon.

"We need help if we are ever going to get her back." Hiccup furrowed his eyebrows and turned around, racing back to Berk at twice the speed.

"He's a traitor that is what he is," started Spitelout, hunched over with his hands folded on the round table, "Befriending a dragon, a Night Fury nonetheless."

Stoick was silent, his hand stroking his beard, and his expression was unreadable.

"I thought that too when I first saw him and that dragon together, but you don't understand. Their friendship is unbreakable, they protect one another and they trust each other. I always thought dragons were horrible, rabid monsters, but from what I've seen between Hiccup and Toothless is that dragons don't crave vengeance, but affection." Heather rambled, sitting straight and staring into the eyes of her accusers.

"My concern is not of the dragons, but of the person you were talking about and who Stoick's son had chased after." Fergus spoke, his eyes trained on the brunette.

Heather gulped and cast her head down. A shaky breath left her lungs and her mind fought over the right thing to say.

"I—uh, ahem, well that person, mayormaynotbeyourdaughterandshemayormaynotbeinthehandsofsomeoneverydangerous." The words came out so fast that even Heather wasn't sure if she made sense.

She cleared her throat, "Your daughter somehow ended up on Berk and met Hiccup. He didn't know she was the princess and kept her hidden from everyone. I showed up and coincidentally so did my brother, Dagur."

"Dagur the Deranged?"

"He's a mad man!"

"You're related?"

"All Dagur wants is the reward you will give to the person who finds Merida. But you can't give him that money, he'll use it on something that benefits him. I need that money to save my parents." Heather pleaded, her eyes watching Fergus intently.

Fergus shook his head and gripped his hands together, almost to contain his fury, "So what you're saying is you went along with his plan to find my daughter and capture her?"

"No! I only agreed with the plan to capture the Night Fury, I didn't know the princess of Scotland would be here!" She stood up and slammed her hands on the table, "I only came here to find a way to save my parents, what your missing is that we don't know what Dagur will do to your daughter, and we don't know what the hell Hiccup is doing! He's throwing himself into a war that will lead to his death!" She ended her rant with a huff and stared at the king.

Stoick's eyes widened with realization, he was so numb from the fact that his own son had betrayed him that he hadn't realize that the situation was worse than that.

At that exact moment, with Heather, hands clenched and eyes glaring, and Stoick trying to regain his sense of leadership, the tension was broken with the slam of a door. There stood Hiccup, his eyes bloodshot and clothes still torn from the explosion, and the moons light illuminating against him. He was breathing unevenly and his weight leaned towards the heavy oak door.

"Please," His eyes darted around the room, "we need to save her."