This is the end, I'm sorry to say. But I will be having a follow up to this story, not necessarily a sequel, but like the next episode!

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Not much time had passed when Savage came back with a chicken in hand (dead mind you). In equal time, he was cooking it up over the little fire he managed to make earlier. Hiccup refused to look at Alvin or Savage and kept his head turned to the right, his eyesight solely on the trees there. Alvin saw this, and decided to play with the boy, perhaps learn something about him—why was he so different than the other Vikings?

"Tell me, Hiccup, how did you lose your foot?" he asked pointing at Hiccup's left prosthetic foot as he was sharpening his dagger with a rock. Hiccup didn't answer and instead kept staring off towards the right.

"Does it have to do with dragons?" Alvin kept pushing; still no response from Hiccup. Savage would look up every now and then when Alvin asked a question, studying the boy's body language.

"I figure that's the only possible explanation," Alvin turns his attention back to sharpening his dagger. "That or Stoick still sees you as a nuisance. But from what I've seen, that's unlikely. Here another thing," Alvin looks up at Hiccup, "from what I've heard, you took down a Night Fury. How?" Hiccup decided to humor Alvin, though no response would ever help the man understand that they were none the same.

"By being me." He answered simply, turning his head over to look Alvin straight in the eye, though his face was soft and sincere.

"By being you?" Savage repeated with doubt.

"There are things only Vikings can do, and then there are things only a hiccup can do." He learned that from Hamish 2. "And if it strikes your curiosity so much to know how I got this prosthetic, I lost my leg in a fiery explosion." He added.

Alvin chuckles slightly, "You never cease to amaze me. You know, my offer is still available should you change your mind."

"And my answer is still the same, Alvin. As I said before, I'm not betraying the people of Berk, nor the dragon species." Alvin was about to respond, but was interrupted by a roar in the sky. All attention was diverted to a blue Deadly Nadder landing near the camp, eyeing the chicken. Alvin smiled as he and Savage quickly stood up and back towards Hiccup with chicken in hand.

Stormfly! Wh-where's Astrid? Hiccup thought as he saw Stormfly's saddle was not sporting her rider. But he was looking at both Alvin and Savage and relaxed a bit as they didn't notice there was a saddle on her…yet.

Alvin elbowed Savage, and he held out the freshly cooked, golden brown chicken.

"You want a nice juicy chicken?" he said in a seductive tone. Stormfly was more than willing to take the food out of his hands, Hiccup knew that from what happened with Heather; that and Stormfly really liked chicken. Hiccup began to panic and look all around to try and find some way of freeing himself and shoo Stormfly off before something bad happened. His only resort was to put all the cards on the table.

"Stormfly, NO, shoo, get out of here!" Hiccup yelled, trying to kick his legs as to scare the Nadder away. It worked to some extend as she did back away confused.

"What! It's one of—" Alvin didn't get to finish as the ground bellow them began to quake and right in front of them, between Stormfly and the other three, the Whispering Death emerged from beneath. Its first attention was on Alvin and Savage, but it quickly turned to Stormfly. Alvin and Savage, who abandoned the chicken on the spot, fled and hid behind the tree Hiccup was tied to.

Its spikes rattled and hissed, roaring at the Deadly Nadder. Stormfly in response flicked her tail and shot a dozen of her own spikes at the Whispering Death. Though because of its thin and flexible body, the Whispering Death was able to twist and turn around the projectiles. In doing so, they ended up heading towards Hiccup. Several hit the ground near Hiccup's feet, and the rest lined themselves up the tree, barely missing Hiccup, but cutting through the rope that kept him tied. Taking no second chances, he used a spike lodged in the ground to cut the rope around his ankles and wrists.

The tension increased, and both dragons readied to breath out their fire at one another. In the mist of it all, Hiccup ran out in between them and raised both arms out to stop their attacks—though his arm protested against it gravely, he ignored it.

"NO!" he yelled in an authoritive voice, stopping both the Whispering Death and the Deadly Nadder. They swallowed their fire and lowered their spikes, though still eyeing the other. Hiccup breathed in and out amazed at even himself for accomplishing such a thing. Alvin and Savage weren't too far behind either. Hiccup looked over at them and lowered his hand that was held out to Stormfly; his left hand as it was killing him to keep it up. But his right was turned towards Alvin.

"Don't you dare—"he whispered and shook his head at Hiccup knowing what he was going to do.

"Get him!" he yelled, the Whispering Death turning around and narrowing its eyes at the two outcasts.

"Why you little—!" Alvin didn't get to finish, again, as he had to avoid the dragon now barreling towards. He and Savage ran away, Whispering Death in pursuit.

Hiccup jumped on Stormfly, patting her head and leading her up and over the trees. After getting to a certain level, he slowed Stormfly down and let go of the saddle to cradle his left arm with a shaking hand. It throb more than it had usually, and Hiccup had to shorten his breaths when the pain jolted to a higher level. He closed his eyes and focused on the pain to stop. His hearing began to fail and the world around him began to fade away, but a voice calling his name brought his senses back to consciousness.

"HICCUP!" Astrid yelled with joy.

"Hiccup you're alright!"

"Ah, man, dude!"

"Where's Alvin?"

Toothless flew as close to Hiccup as possible, wanting so badly to rush up to him and curl his body around him, cooing like never. Astrid was just as willing to do the same, except the cooing part. They flew down and landed the in the cove. Hiccup was embraced by not only his friends, but their dragons as well.

"Oh my Thor, are you alright, *gasps* your arm!" Said shoulder wound was beginning to bleed out, Hiccup never really noticed that Alvin didn't take that good of a care for his wound and the simple act of lifting his arm caused the dry blood to crack and open up for more. His senses were beginning to blur once more and he quickly sat down, his face became flushed.

"Hiccup, no, come on! We're not that far from the village, hold on!" Astrid exclaimed.

He got back up and breathed in and out, "I can make it." He said as he limped over onto Toothless, the others quickly getting on their dragons and riding off to the village.

Not too far off from the cove were Alvin and Savage hiding behind some boulders. Deeply inhaling and exhaling, Savage looked around and focused his hearing on the surrounding threats. The Whispering Death dove back into the ground after chasing them as far as to about the chore line.

Alvin steamed, "As soon as I get my hand on that boy—!"

"Alvin, how are we to get back on Outcast Island, we have no dragon!"

Just then the Whispering Death came back up from the ground and grabbed a hold of the two, flying off with them in its teeth.

"NO! I'm too young to die!"

"Grow a back bone!"

Back at the village in the Great Hall, Stoick sat beside Hiccup hugging him to death as Gobber fixed up his abused shoulder. All of the tribe was there cheering for Hiccup's safe return. Toothless curled his body around him, acting like a pillow for Hiccup to lean against, as Astrid clung to his side, smiling and cry at the same time. His friends were asking him a million of questions, but his father was just happy for him to be home safe and sound. Despite all of the pain in his arm, Hiccup smiled warmly to everyone and embraced each hug he got. He was happy to finally be back home, away from Alvin.

Mildew was in the back of the ground, eyes unfocused on his scowl at Hiccup. He wasn't happy at all that nuisance was back, ready at every turn to defend his precious dragons. He'd sooner give him away to Alvin then be thankful for his return.

Speaking of Alvin, a roar was heard outside catching the attention of the Vikings. Upon going out, Hiccup leading despite the refusal of his friends and family, they saw a Whispering Death holding in its teeth Alvin and Savage. It dropped both outcasts down in front of the armed Vikings ready to take him to jail. Alvin growled and scowled at Hiccup, who in returned just smiled and waved good bye. Hiccup walked up to the Whispering Death and patted its head, it purred softly at his touch.

"So you've made a new friend." Stocik said.

"Yep, wouldn't have made it without him. Thank you." He said smiling and hugging the Whispering Death's head. "Hey, Gobber, do you have a brush?"

"I sure do. Lead your new friend over here and we'll give him a reward." He replied trotting on over towards his work shop. Astrid took a hold of Hiccup's right arm,

"So what are you going to name him?" she asked.

"I don't know, what do you think I should name him?"

"He's your dragon, and I asked you first."

"Hmmm…"

The End (cue happy music!)

Okay, I have no idea what to name the Whispering Death, so if you guys have any ideas, type it in the comments. Like I said I have a follow up to this story and will post it very soon.

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