Hello to whoever will read this. Well... Both our riders are...in a bad place... Hope you enjoy.

"NOOOOO!"

That was the last thing Hiccup heard right before he lost consciousness.

'It sounded like Astrid. What? What happened?" The auburn haired boy thought. He couldn't see anything. In fact he tried to open his eyes and yet the void of darkness was still present.

'Viggo... Astrid, Heather, George... George!' Hiccup tried to find any source of light, but alas there was none.

"Welcome, young raven. We have been expecting you for some time now." An ensemble of voices coming from the void made Hiccup stop whatever he was doing.

"Who are you?"

"We are those who give and who take. We are those who watch and who help. We are those who demand to be worshipped and praised." The voices said.

"Allfather! So, this is Valhalla... Not what was promised." His sarcastic side taking over, in order to deal with the sock of death.

"No, young one. This is where you decide. You have come here once again. You must choose, young raven. Will you come with us to Valhalla? Or will you go back?"

"Can I go back?!" He asked in shock.

"As we speak your friends are trying to save your life. If it wasn't for the dovah you will have died instantly." Without a second thought, Hiccup gave his answer.

"I want ot go back."

"Don't you want Eternal Fame? You still want to fight for those people? You still want to even after all that has happened?"

"Yes!" Hiccup said with determination. After a moment of absolute silence, Hiccup started hearing sounds far in the distance. As the sounds drew closer, a faint light started engulfing the entire area. It was brighter than anything Hiccup had ever seen. He closed his eyes and yet the light was still as bright.

"-cup! Hiccup! Can you hear me?!" A sweet female voice was calling for him. Hiccup tried to opened his eyes, which was extremely hard to do. Green met Blue.

Astrid's eyes reflected his own image. He could see clearly all her emotions. Anxiety, Sadness, Anger, Relief and... Something more. She had an expression he had never seen before from her. Over the years he learnt some ways to read her but this expression was completely new to him. Probably it was new to her as well.

Their faces stayed close for one more moment. Suddenly, Toothless jumped in the middle and started licking his Rider everywhere he could. Hiccup should have been disgusted by this, but all those years he grew customed to it.

"Toothless! You know this doesn't wash off!" He whined, making his dragon friend laughing at his expense. All the joy left Hiccup when he remembered his other friend. He turned quickly to Astrid and looked at her.

"Where's George?" Her face saddened. She looked down, up, left and right. She was avoiding eye contact with him. This only made matters worse for Hiccup. He pressed on her, making her telling him that even though they searched they haven't found the white haired boy.

"Why couldn't you find him? How long has it been since he fell? The current couldn't have taken him far." He angrily said. Astrid moved back a bit. Hiccup didn't know if it was because he yelled or because of the awkward situation, and frankly he didn't care at the moment. Astrid opened and closed her mouth several times trying to figure out how to make this less painful.

"Hiccup... You have been sleeping for three days. We tried to find him, Heather most of all, but we couldn't... If the was a chance, now is gone. By now the current could have taken him all over the Archipelago. Let's not talk about the freezing temperature of the water..." Hiccup looked at her with glassy eyes. He heard her but he couldn't register it.

"Astrid come quick-" Fishlegs said rushing inside the tent, where Hiccup and Astrid were.

"Hiccup! You're awake! Thank the Gods! We need you! Viggo has taken command of the Dragon Hunters and he's pushing us back." Hiccup hearing this immediately tried to stand up, only to be stopped by an angry Astrid.

"Don't even think about it." Hiccup gulped and stayed down.

"Fishlegs bring me the reports please. And Can you tell Heather that I need to speak to her?" Fishlegs nodded and left the tent.

A few moments later, the black haired girl came in with a stack of papers.

"Here are the reports Hiccup."

"Thank you Heather and... I'm sorry..." He said looking down in shame. Heather confused asked him why was he apologizing.

"Because, if it wasn't for my stupidity you wouldn't have been captured. George wouldn't have gone to rescue you and he wouldn't be lost..." Astrid who was witnessing the hurt both of them were feeling, tried to lift their spirits.

"I wouldn't worry. For what you have told me Hiccup for George. He won't let this get in his way." The blonde girl said with a smile. Both Hiccup and Heather looked at her and smiled weakly.

"Yeah. I really hope he's alright. I want to thank him for saving me..." Heather said gaining a faint red in her cheeks. Hiccup seeing that smiled.

"Yeah! He's too stubborn to die."

Meanwhile, Hiccup wasn't the only one who had a strange... dream. George could see the battlefield from above. When he tried to get closer his vision faded and he felt a sudden pull. He found himself above Atlantis for a few seconds before the his vision became blurry and he felt another pull. When his eyes adjusted again he found himself above a familiar arena. He was in Rome. Memories came rushing back in like a river was just unleashed. He closed his eyes for a moment, to compose himself, and when he reopened them he was standing on marble tiles in front of a massive gate. Behind this gate, a mountain full of buildings could be seen.

He took one step towards the gate before it promptly closed. Slowly, a human silhouette started to form. A beautiful woman with long brunette hair and sky blue eyes, wearing a silky white dress appeared. She smiled.

"Greetings white wolf." She said with a sweet smooth voice. George somehow felt relaxed.

"What is this place? Who are you?" The woman gave him a smile and answered him.

"I believe you know where you are. You wanted to come here for so long after all." George widen his eyes.

"Mount Olympus..." He trailed off, his gaze instinctively looked up at the cloudy mountain. He looked back down at the woman, and he took a.few steps back.

The woman was now wearing a helmet on her head. In her right hand she was holding a spear, while in the other, a beautiful golden shield with the medusa head on it. She gave him another smile.

"You have fought well. The path to immortal fame awaits you." The woman said and taking a step aside while the gate was opening. The white haired boy was speechless. After a moment, he finally found the words.

"Great Goddess Athena, I thank you for honour..." Once again he trailed off.

"But..."

"But Hiccup still needs me. I can't leave him behind. Plus... The white haired boy stopped talking as his cheeks were getting more and more red." The beautiful Goddess smiled again and walked closer to him.

"I expected nothing less." She said and gave him a kiss on the lips. Instantly George was transported from the serenity of the mountain to the chaos of a raging sea.

"Stay true to yourself young wolf and your friends will help you." Athena's voice could be heard from the sky.

'Perfect. Couldn't she given me a lift closer to the battlefield? Like ON the Battlefield?!' The white haired boy thought. Immediately the sound of thunder could be heard.

"The sea is fine! The sea is just fine!" George sweatdroped. As he was battling to stay above water he heard a shout.

"Man overboard!" He tried to see where the source of the voice was but the waves were too strong. He couldn't see anything until a massive ship appeared in front of him.

With the help of some of the men on the ship, George managed to get on it. As he was coughing out any salt water that had found it's way in his lungs, he saw to boots standing Infront of him. He looked up taking note of every detail he could see on the man's clothes. When he looked at the man's face he spoke.

"Thank you for saving me, captain." George said.

"Who do you know I'm the captain of this ship?" The man asked.

"From the clothes you are wearing, you seem to either have more money than the rest of the crew or you have a very specific style to match with the image you are showing the people. Plus you have a spyglass and a compass It's easy enough." George answered. The man smirked. He extended his hand towards George.

"I'm captain Flint of the Walrus. Welcome on my ship."

Done. Okay, this is a short chapter but I liked it. I recently watched Black Sails so I had to put at least one character from that show in. I would love to hear your thoughts on these chapters. Thank you for reading.