A/N: Came up with this idea and it wouldn't un-attach itself from my brain. This is during the middle of Defenders of Berk. :)

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Hiccup POV:

When I get home, I am never leaving my bed again.

I tear through the woods trying desperately to keep ahead of my pursers. "Oh! Brother!" Dagur calls in a sing song voice.

I stop and throw myself against a tree slamming a hand over my mouth to silence my heavy breathing. In a way, this entire situation is my fault.

I really shouldn't have gone on a midnight flight, but Toothless had been restless and so had I. I had dozed off and without realizing it, Toothless had flown in the direction of Berserk. Thus resulting in his shooting down and me running for my life now.

If I could make it to the docks or find a wild dragon, I can grab Toothless and head back to Berk, pretending this entire thing never happened.

As the Berserker's shouts grow closer I tense, my muscles ready to bolt, again. I can stay here and risk them not noticing me, which is highly unlikely or I can risk the run. Either way has a seventy two percent chance of ending badly.

"Hiccup!" Dagur calls again. I freeze as his voice feels right on top of me. Looking behind me at the tree I grab hold of a branch and pull myself up into the wood, hidden amount the many leaves. "Brother! If you come out now, we can talk about your dragons head not being a helmet." Dagur calls.

My fingers curl around the bark of the tree and I look down watching as the tips of Dagur's helmet appear.

"I dont think he's here, sir." A voice calls walking up next to Dagur. The Berserk cheif fingers the end of his axe.

"And where, do you suppose he went? He sprouted wings and flew off?" Dagur asks. The Berserker rubs the bakc of his neck.

"Well no. That doesn't seem very logical." He says adding the last part after a pause. I smirk softly, the grin dying as I hear a crack.

Dagur's and the man he's with heads shoot up looking at me. I bite my lip before lifting up mg hand and offer a small wave. "Hi." I greet.

The branch cracks fully and I yelp as I fall from the tree hitting the ground with an oof. Dagur draws his axe and lifts to up to my throat.

"Well looks like our game of hide and seek is over, isnt if brother." And with a chuckle, Dagur lifts the blade above my head and brings it down. It makes contact with my skull and pain rushes through me before I lose consciousness.

A/N sorry, short chapter, I'll probably extend it later, but I am very tired. Im not sure of this is in English or gibberish, or a mixture of both. So if it is, sorry about that. :)

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