So this is a sequel to ''Turn a Blind Eye''. For those who haven't read that story, I highly suggest you do. Ps: if you think the prequel was dark, I don't even know what to call this. You have been warned.

Enjoy!

The Dragon Hunter camp was buzzing with activity underneath an ink-black sky dotted of shimmering stars. The flames from the torches flickered slightly and the distant humming of voices as hunters exchanged words brought a peaceful atmosphere on the island.

Viggo sat at a table just outside his tent, polishing his dagger's blade with a worn rag. His mind was cloudy as he worked on his weapon, eyes narrowed to slits. Krogan had been gone for a couple days now with some of his Flyers. To where? Krogan had refused to share that information with him. But Viggo hadn't demanded answers either and let the mysterious man go on his own. He personally didn't care what happened to Krogan after he had suspected that the Dragon Flyer leader had sent him to his near-death by using his own brother, Ryker. Krogan hadn't seemed surprised when he came back at first, but Viggo had sensed frustration behind his cool mood. As for the Hunter, he never let anything slip away. His business partner had asked what had happened when he'd returned. His wound had him brought to attention and he had no choice but to tell about Hiccup's arrival without having his loose lips spitting out their truce which would have him in a place of suspicion about his position with the riders.

Viggo finished with his blade and looked down at its surface reflecting the dark sky above. A sudden shadow suddenly crossed the mirror and the man brought his narrowed eyes up above. He delicately put down his dagger and rose to his feet, searching the stars for a sudden interruption of their gleam. He growled quietly when nothing happened, but then, an all too familiar increasing whistling noise rang around and Viggo snapped around to see a black figure descending on the island at great speed. He watched it wide-eyed as it disappeared behind the dark line of trees on the hill and calculated it must've crashed on the other side of the island.

Unease stretched around the camp as hunters called the alarm.

''Sire!'' called a hunter, rushing to his leader. ''The men identified the figure as a Night Fury. Should I give the order to set search?''

Viggo took a moment to think and nodded to his soldier. ''Have your men search the east side of the island.'' commanded Viggo, pointing behind the hunter. ''I'll have another party sent on the west side.''

''Aye, sire.'' said the man before joining a group to whom he gave the order.

Viggo walked away in direction of the location he believed was the crash site, hoping to find the Night Fury before they did. He approached the light forest and came across a particular guard patrolling the forest edge.

''You.'' he called to the hunter wearing a bright red sleeveless jacket. The soldier looked at his leader, surprise painted all over his face. ''Come with me.''

The man hesitated for a second but still joined up. ''At your command, sire.'' he said, nodding.

''Remember that payback you owe me?'' demanded Viggo, walking slowly closer to the trees haunted with shadows.

''Of course.'' replied the man, concerned. ''I owe you my life.''

''Well, today would be the day.'' coolly said Viggo, pushing a tree branch out of the way to reveal a trail. ''After you.''

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They followed the path running through the heart of the forest for a while, keeping a look out for the crash site Viggo believe couldn't be very far now. The dim light of dawn turned the sky above pale as the rays reflected on settling grayish clouds promising rain.

''I don't see anything, sire.'' reported the hunter at the front, his eyes scanning his surroundings as he advanced deeper in the island.

''Keep looking.'' ordered Viggo, his eyes narrowed. ''They're around here somewhere.''

A sudden weak growl came from over a hill on the side of the trail and Viggo's head snapped is the direction of the sound. ''There.'' he said, gesturing on top of the hill. ''I knew it.''

Without hesitating, Viggo rushed on top to be given sight of what he was looking for: the Night Fury's crash site. The black creature lay on its side, an accumulation of soil against its wounded spiked back.

A sharp sound had Viggo turn around suddenly to see his soldier pull out a sword. The Hunter leader sighed, gesturing to the weapon. ''Put that away, will you?'' he said, receiving a bewildered look from the man. But Viggo ignored and returned his attention forward.

Gingerly, he walked down the hill, the rain announcing its coming with weak first drops. Viggo approached the dragon, taking in that it must be knocked out cold to not respond to his approaching. He knew Night Furies could identify a hostile presence with their incredible sense of smell, even in their sleep. But it didn't move just a little, only the rise and fall of its sides indicating it was still alive.

Viggo placed down a hand on the dragon's head and closed his eyes, somewhat feeling sorry for the beast.

It's when he looked up again that he noticed red amongst the green of the wilderness. Viggo circled the dragon and approached the figure lying a couple feet away from the Night Fury. As predicted, he recognized Hiccup Haddock and couldn't help but deeply wonder the cause of the boy's crash. He was lying on his stomach, an arm outstretched before him as if he'd tried to get to his dragon. His head was turned and his leather armor was gone. What was once a tunic was now a torn piece of clothing with holes everywhere as if it'd been sliced and burned multiple times. Viggo kneeled at his side, he too not responding. He slowly turned the body around, revealing the rider's bloody chest. Viggo had seen violence all his life, but this had his heart skip a beat. This hadn't been caused by the crash. This had been torture.

Uncertain if the boy was even still alive, he pressed two fingers under his jaw line. Sure enough, a weak pulse echoed in his fingertips. Viggo retrieved his hand and sighed, uncertain what to do now. He had set out to find them before the other party. Now that he had, he needed to do something about it. He just refused to leave him to die after he'd saved his life at the Northern Markets. Just as the hunter he'd saved from the volcano owed him his life, Viggo owed his to Hiccup, no matter how hard it was to accept that his adversary at Maces and Talons had let pass the chance of victory against him.

Viggo turned to face the downed dragon, assured he'd make it unlike Hiccup if he didn't treat his wounds soon. He pulled out his clean dagger he knew Toothless had seen before and buried the tip in the ground in front of the dragon's snout.

He returned to the boy and delicately lifted his weight off the ground. His head hanged back loosely, and the thought of Hiccup Haddock dead came to Viggo, which seemed impossible to believe. His face was stained with smoke and scratches featured here and there. Viggo didn't feel sorry. But he wasn't a monster.

As he climbed back the hill, the hunter gestured to the dagger he'd left. ''What's that for?'' he asked, and Viggo knew it was simple pure curiosity.

Viggo let his good eye land on the blade in front of the unconscious Night Fury and said, ''A message.''

Alright, I just have to ask. Did this chapter feel rushed? 'cause it might just be me, unable to picture anything and stuff. I was really tired when I reviewed this.

Let me know.