Edit: I'm writing this edit right after having completed chapter eight. Looking back on this first chapter, I'm a little disappointed in it. I ask you, the reader, to give this story a chance by at least reading up to the second or third chapter before deciding if this story suites you to read or not to read. At the point I originally wrote this chapter, I didn't have all the ideas and plans in my head on where this tale would go. Now that I do, this chapter feels icky to me x3 I don't want to change it for the sake of my current readers so please just bear with me through this, haha. End Edit.

Wait... what? Where did this come from?

I don't even know.

You just sit there and BAM... inspiration.

So, a How to Train Your Dragon story. I can't imagine it'll be too long. I'm kind of twisting it a bit to only somewhat follow the show. It definitely follows the movie and Gift of the Night Fury, but the only episode of the show I'm really taking into account is Alvin and the Outsiders... I don't really care for the Dragon Training Academy in this story, haha.

Oh, oh gosh... I don't know if I can write accents. Just pretend they're there, okay?

But here it goes x3

Chapter One: Evil Lurks

"So, where's Meatlug?" Astrid asked, falling down onto the grass beside Fishlegs.

The large boy looked over at her, glancing up from a book he was reading. Upon further inspection, Astrid discovered that it was The Dragon Manuel. He was reading it again? She scooted closer and peered onto his page, discovering that he had the Gronckle page open. Astrid turned her eyes up to his face and saw his gaze dart from the book to her. He seemed to blush, his cheeks reddening as he snapped the book closed and placed it off to the side.

"Sorry, I just like to read the page and see what about Meatlug is still true and what isn't," Fishlegs explained awkwardly before shrugging. "And Meatlug's just hanging with a couple of the other dragons. I worry about her when I'm not with her, but I guess she just likes to be with her own kind every now and then."

Astrid nodded, swiping some of her bangs away from her face. They just fell right back into place like always. A bit annoying, but nothing much to be done about it. That was how they were cut and she liked how she sported the look. "Stormfly's doing that, too."

"Aw, it's a human party," a voice suddenly laughed.

Astrid and Fishlegs turned their attention to the new arrival. It wasn't just one person, but three. Tuffnut, Ruffnut, and Snotlout. Snotlout had been the one to speak as Ruffnut and Tuffnut were currently in a war at the moment. Tuffnut managed to overcome his sister briefly, pulling her into a head lock and giving her the biggest noogie he could manage before she delivered a blow to him stomach. Tuffnut doubled over with a gasp of pain and remained curled up on the ground while Ruffnut and Snotlout joined Astrid and Fishlegs.

"A human party?" Astrid inquired, raising an eyebrow.

Ruffnut rolled her eyes like it was obvious. "Yeah, all our dragons are off playing today. Even they understand how cool they are. They hang out with each other a lot more than us now."

"That's not true. Meatlug and I are almost inseparable," Fishlegs countered, throwing up a defense quickly, as if the idea that his dragon not spending time with him meant that they couldn't be friends any more.

"I was just exaggerating, chill out," Ruffnut huffed. "This is the first time we haven't all gone riding together in a couple weeks."

Tuffnut came crawling up to them. He sucked in a breath and pushed himself to his feet, recovering from his injury. Though he sent Ruffnut a glare, he didn't seem too intent of beating her up again. Perhaps afraid of the possible outcomes of another attempt. So he wheeled to Astrid and Fishlegs, as if he expected them to have all the answers to his problems as he declared, "Yeah, so what should we do today?"

"We could go fishing," Fishlegs tried.

Snotlout snorted, signaling the end of that discussion. Once the conversation died, a silence settled around the group of five as they sat there in contemplation. Now that the war was over and they were friends with dragons, the daily routines of preparing for attacks were gone. No more dragon training or rebuilding or the like. Now that they were friends with dragons, most days were spent dragon training, flying around together, having fun, and, as Hiccup said, "building trust." With their dragons taking a day off from that, it was like there was nothing left to do for the Viking teens. It was a sad thought, since the day was (relatively) warm for Berk, with the sun shining in a bright gleam and the snow melted for the time being, resulting in long fields of grass and, well, color being seen on the landscape.

"Mornin', kids," a hefty voice called up to them.

They were sitting on a hillside where some of the sheep wandered about, crying out loudly. A couple dragons meandered, but none made a move for the sheep. Luckily, most all the dragons now understood that the white balls of fluff were meant to be considered friends. Fish were the main source of their food.

"Morning," the kids called back, watching as Stoick the Vast lumbered up the hill to them.

A smile was barely visible among the wild mass of his bright hair. His eyes squinted with a pleasurable gleam, though. Behind him, Gobber followed along diligently, ranting off about things that Stoick didn't seem to keen on listening to. Once Gobber realized Stoick wasn't listening, his mouth stopped moving and he looked over, spotting the teens. He waved his actual hand, the fake one (currently in the form of a giant metal hammer) hanging by his side idly.

"Where's Hiccup?"

The five teenagers seemed almost baffled by the question, though they should have expected it since Hiccup was Stoick's son. They all looked at each other, mouths slightly agape as they searched their brains for the answer. Finally, it occurred to them that maybe not all the dragons were taking a break from their riders.

Astrid rose to her feet and straightened up, "Probably with Toothless."

"Really, I thought he'd be with you kids," Stoick sighed.

"Hang out with us when his dragon is a Night Fury? I don't blame him for not hanging around. Plus, I bet he just can't stand Ruffnut's face," Tuffnut chuckled and received a grin from Snotlout.

Ruffnut wasn't quite as pleased and brought her fist down on Tuffnut's head. His helmet both protected him from Ruffnut's powerful blast, but the metal conking hard against his skull also hurt. While his sister recoiled her hand, wondering why she had ever thought smacking his helmet had been a smart idea, Tuffnut sunk to the ground once again and clutched his head, moaning. The two muttered bitterly for a moment while the rest ignored them.

"Is something wrong?" Fishlegs suddenly asked, noticing that Stoick didn't look too pleased.

The chief's eyes had changed, taking on more of a sullen glaze. His arms had crossed and he looked almost angered about something. Gobber was standing behind him, mouth slightly open and confusion evident on his features. The former blacksmith didn't seem to have anything to say as Stoick went on to say, "Well, it just concerns me that Hiccup doesn't hang out with you kids too much without Toothless around. I'm concerned that he doesn't know how to hang out with people anymore, just dragons."

Astrid blinked her blue eyes in sympathy for Stoick's concern. She looked over, Fishlegs returning the look with a frown. When she glanced at the other three, only Ruffnut seemed to have an idea of the situation, a frown also splayed across her face. Snotlout couldn't seem more bored while Tuffnut had just recently stood back up and was wobbling about, seeming dizzy. The blond girl was about to speak but Fishlegs beat her to it.

"We'll go find him, sir. Then maybe the six of us can go do something."

"Like what?" Snotlout spat.

Ruffnut dodged a fist her brother swung at her in an attempt to get even. After he missed, he turned back to the matter at hand and continued like he hadn't just tried to sock his sister in the face. "We could just go explore the island. I mean, maybe we'll find a new dragon or something."

By the way he said it, Astrid and the others could tell he was being sarcastic. Stoick didn't catch on too well and beamed, nodding his head at the kids.

"Sounds great! You kids get on it, will you? I've got work to be doing," the tribe leader declared, then started off.

Gobber shrugged at them, then wobbled after his leader while the five teens groaned. There was nothing to discover on the island. A new dragon wasn't just going to appear because they decided to go wandering around together. After wary glanced, they finally settled on the fact that they at least needed to find a way to locate Hiccup first. Assuming he was on Toothless, he could be anywhere. He might not even be on Berk.

The ocean had a beautiful noise. Its rhythmic beating was everywhere, even far away from land, where waves crashed against themselves and stirred under the power of Toothless' downstrokes. The dragon was practically sailing along the water, his form hovering not far above it. As his wings beat down, their tips stroked the water gently, causing ripples to fan out until they met an opposing force and stopped. Hiccup had his eyes closed, enjoying the freezing spray of water that came up to meet him in the face. Though it was cold, it dried away faster than it arrived, as Toothless went speeds the spray couldn't quite handle.

"All right, bud. Ready to head back in for a bit?" he asked the dragon.

Toothless craned his head just the slightest, able to look back at Hiccup with his bold eyes. He opened his mouth a bit, showing his agreement with that dragon smile of his. His teeth were retracted, revealing pink gums. The dragon turned, veering through the air and Hiccup quickly adjusted his tail to make the turn smoothly. They headed back towards shore, gaining speed as they approached the Isle of Berk from one side, coming to a rest along one of its long cliffs.

As soon as Toothless touched ground, Hiccup released himself from the saddle and stirrups, swinging over off of Toothless and landing on the ground rather steadily. He grinned. He considered it an accomplishment every time he landed well, as it had proven difficult a couple times with his left foot being a prosthetic. He had had the fake foot while a fair while now and maneuvering was normal again, but landing was the one time when he recalled his foot was gone, as he only felt the jolt of land go through one foot and not two. Standing up straight, he raised his arms into the air and stretched out his back, as he was hunched most of the time while they were flying.

Toothless made a funny noise and mimicked Hiccup, reaching his front feet forward as far as he could to elongate his back. His wings spread out to their full length, nearly knocking Hiccup forward as the boy had been standing right next to the Night Fury. Hiccup managed to right himself before he could crash forward and he laughed, turning back to look at his best friend.

"You've been flying the past while, how could you possibly need to stretch your wings?" he questioned the dragon.

Toothless stood back up straight and made the noise that Hiccup had come to know as Toothless' laugh. The Night Fury bounded forward, as if challenging Hiccup to try and catch him. He stopped a few ahead and looked back, cocking his head as if the tell Hiccup it was time to stretch their legs now.

Hiccup smirked. "I'm coming for you!"

He darted forward, bolting after his friend. As he neared Toothless, he reached out, intent on trying to stop the Night Fury. Toothless wasn't so ready to lose, though, waggling his rear and tail before turning and bounding away. Being much bigger, his one leap was equal to many of Hiccup's steps. The poor boy struggled to try and catch back up, but refused to give in, attempting to outsmart his dragon.

Toothless stopped and waited. He watched Hiccup slowly advanced. Then the boy jumped forward, hoping to land on Toothless' tail. The dragon pulled it away quickly and Hiccup hit the ground, his face getting tickled by the grass that was there to greet him. Toothless proceeded to laugh again.

Hiccup felt himself flush, feeling a bit stupid. He pushed himself up and then flopped back onto his butt, smiling into the sunshine with closed eyes. "Okay, bud, you win."

"Hiccup!"

Hiccup and Toothless craned their heads around to see Astrid and the others running toward them. When they arrived, Fishlegs was sucking in breath while the others tried to maintain their composure. Only Astrid seemed unaffected by the run they had just endured. Hiccup stood up to greet her, smiling.

"Hey, guys. What's up?" he asked.

"Uh," Astrid started, looking over at Toothless and then back at Hiccup. "We were coming to see if you wanted to, you know, hang out."

Hiccup narrowed his eyes questioningly. Sure, they all "hung out" together, but never had they approached him to request that from him. Mostly they just did it. Usually while out flying or afterward in the Great Hall. Sometimes they just hung out around town for kicks during the day, but it never seemed a normal occurrence since Hiccup liked to work in his shop and the others all did... whatever it was they did.

"Well, sure, Astrid. We'll hang, right, Toothless?"

The boy glanced over at the dragon, who blinked in approval.

Then Astrid seemed to get awkward. Hiccup was a bit taken aback. Although he didn't like to think about it, he knew he was awkward. It was his thing more than anyone else in the group. And Astrid? She was never awkward. Well, until now, apparently.

"Here's the thing, Hiccup. We want to hang together. Without... dragons," she declared, throwing her arms out wide like it was an awesome idea or some sort.

Hiccup was confused only briefly before he realized the true essence of this. It wasn't Astrid's idea. It wasn't Snotlout's or Fishlegs' or Ruffnut's or Tuffnut's. It was his father's. It wasn't a terrible idea, Hiccup knew, but it once again revealed to him that his father didn't understand. Stoick didn't know what Toothless meant to him. What dragons meant to him. His whole life, he had been an outcast, a loser, the useless one. Thanks for Toothless, thanks to dragons, now he was a somebody, a hero. He had friends. He had a father...

"Go back and tell me father I said no," Hiccup responded. His voice carried a level of coldness that he never knew he could use, especially not directed at Astrid.

"Tag," Tuffnut shouted, punching Snotlout in the arm and turning to take off.

Ruffnut and Fishlegs sprinted away, avoiding the situation as quickly as possible. It took Snotlout a moment to realize what had just happened, but once he discovered the true reason behind the random game of tag, he was like lightning, fleeing the scene. No one wanted to be around for this. Not even Astrid. She was left with no choice, though, as the others abandoned her faster than Toothless could fly.

She sighed, reaching up and grabbing her bangs, frustration evident on her face as she searched for the right words. "Hiccup, your father only wants what's best for you. He has a point. When Toothless and the other dragons were on Dragon Island, dragons were all you could think about. When you're with just people, I think it's time we found a way for you to converse without having dragons around or on your mind."

"I didn't say my father was wrong, I just don't agree. I don't feel wrong about where I stand."

"I don't feel you're wrong, either. But Hiccup, don't you want to be able to talk about other things? Don't you want to be able to be... normal among your own tribe?"

"Normal, Astrid?" Hiccup questioned, his voice rising in intensity. Toothless, nearby, moved forward, ready to protect Hiccup if Astrid was threatening him. Hiccup raised a hand to calm him. "Astrid, I'll never be normal to this tribe. I was never normal to this tribe. I was a failure before and all I am now is a 'hero.' You know why? Dragons. If I hadn't met Toothless, if I hadn't learned how to train them, if I hadn't defeated the Red Death, would you even be talking to me right now?"

The last question threw Astrid off. She had never really thought about what life would be like if they were still at war with the dragons. She had never thought about what life would be life if Hiccup was still looked upon as something short of a failure. Her mouth was hanging open slightly as she searched for something to say. Hiccup could see clearly that she had nothing.

"Astrid, I love my father, I really do. He doesn't know me, though. I don't know if he ever will. I can't ignore Toothless. I can't... leave him. He was the first one to ever accept me. At the time when my father disowned me, Toothless protected me. He didn't leave me. Toothless was willing to listen to me when I screamed at him not to shoot my father but my father wasn't willing to listen to me when I asked him not to do anything to Toothless. Not to go try and kill the dragons. Toothless is the reason I even have my father's pride at all now," he finally breathed, the words pouring out in a rush. Pain laced its way among each word and Hiccup winced at his own show of weakness.

Toothless, seeming to understand the situation, waddled up and stuck his face into Hiccup's, nuzzling it. Hiccup reached up, scratching Toothless under the chin and down the neck. The dragon let out cries of pleasure, relishing in the gentle combing of Hiccup's finger on his scales. He licked at Hiccup's face, much to Hiccup's displeasure, before turning to look at Astrid, his green eyes begging her to understand. Toothless, while not having been an outcast before, felt obligated to Hiccup. The boy was his freedom and his friend. The two relied on each other in ways Astrid knew she would never even understand with Stormfly.

"All right, Hiccup, I get it. But you need to at least make an effort to make your dad happy. Or think you're trying. So come hang out with us. Toothless can come too," she said, giving in. She had nothing else to argue and nothing else to defend. It wasn't like she was the one with a problem of Hiccup's behavior. Heck, if she did, she certainly wouldn't be sort of dating him (neither of them had the confidence to admit that they were an actual thing now).

Hiccup smiled, seeming relieved. In that moment, Astrid understood exactly what Stoick had been worried about. Knowing that Toothless was coming, Hiccup seemed at much more ease. Before, she could see the tension in his shoulders, the spark in his eyes, and the biting of his lip. It made her worry for a moment, but that was just how Hiccup was. It was how he would be. He was the Dragon Trainer, the Dragon Rider, the Hero of Berk, and even the Dragon Conquerer according to Alvin the Treacherous.

"C'mon. We better go find the others," Astrid sighed, reaching out and grabbing Hiccup's hand.

She pulled him forward before he fell into step beside her. He wrapped his hand back around her's, squeezing it in thanks. She looked over at him and smiled. Hiccup practically melted under her gaze and attempted to smile back, though it looked nervous and awkward. Astrid chuckled and nudged him lightly with her shoulder as they continued to walk. Toothless followed along behind, keeping just a couple feet behind Hiccup, close enough to keep them aware of his presence but not so close as touch them.

Astrid spotted Fishlegs, Snotlout, and the twins before Hiccup. She let go of him and jogged over while he continued to just make his way along. The female came up to them, her hands going to her hips and her eyes raising as she looked down at the four, who had grown quite comfortable just lying on their backs under the shade of a tree in the field. "Quite a rough tag game, huh?"

"It was the sickest game of tag ever, Astrid. You missed a good one," Tuffnut shrugged while Ruffnut cackled.

"If you want to play it with me again later, you're more than welcome to, Astrid," Snotlout chuckled, rolling over his stomach and looking up at her with the best seductive gaze he could manage.

Astrid used her foot to shove his face into the ground. Hiccup came up beside her and blinked.

"We have such a violent friendship," he stuttered, watching as Ruffnut and Tuffnut burst into laughter and Snotlout looked back up, spitting dirt from his mouth.

Fishlegs stood up and shrugged. "I think it's a Viking thing."

Once everyone was up, they started off. Snotlout decided to take the lead because he was the coolest Viking on the island so he deserved to take charge. No one really cared to argue with him at the moment so they were happy to follow along. They wandered one of the old paths that cut around near the edge of the island. A hill to their right went down to a cliff while their left was a dense forest, sunlight littering the darkness it contained. Toothless took rear of the group while Hiccup forced himself to at least walk up by Astrid to look like he was trying. Toothless was with them, at least, so he could always turn around to his friend and pet if he really felt the need.

"So, what if we actually find a new kind of dragon out here?" Ruffnut asked.

Fishlegs jumped up and down excitedly, suddenly spilling all the kinds of dragons he knew from his mouth. The waterfall of dragons became too much of an onslaught for the others.

"Shut up, damn it. No one cares," Tuffnut groaned, clutching his head. "Besides, you're making my brain hurt."

"I thought you needed a brain in order for it to hurt," his sister cackled. Snotlout burst into laughter from the front.

Tuffnut launched at her and the two began their usual round of punching and kicking. The others hardly noticed, continuing on. It was an every day occurrence and the two never injured each other enough to cause worry or distress.

Snotlout, remembering Ruffnut's earlier question, glanced back and said with a coy smirk, "We don't need to worry. We've got Hiccup the Dragon Conquerer with us! He'll tame any wild beast we come across."

Hiccup narrowed his eyes. He wasn't a big fan of the title. He was all right with any of them but that one. He hadn't conquered the dragons at all. He had befriended them and trained them. Alvin had no idea what he had been talking about when he called him that. After all, wasn't a conquerer supposed to be tough and intimidating? When Hiccup looked at himself, even he about laughed at the idea of being called a conquerer.

"Yeah, yeah," he huffed, waving the sarcasm off of Snotlout's comment.

"What's wrong, 'cos, don't think you can?" Snotlout laughed.

That was when they went downhill. Literally. The twins fighting hadn't escalated, but Ruffnut was on top of Tuffnut and the boy, stumbling along, tripped. Knocking into Hiccup, the three of them fell off to the right side of the trail they were taking. It was a long and rather steep hill, stretching down to a cliff, which was where the three were rolling to now. Hiccup's prosthetic foot suddenly got caught between two boulders as he tumbled down, yanking him to a stop and causing him to cry out in pain as his knee strained, being pulled away from the prosthetic, which clung on tightly. He watched as Ruff and Tuff went nearer the edge. A tree growing along the side separated the two from tumbling to their deaths.

Tuffnut managed to wrap himself around the tree, but his sister missed it by an inch. Her body vanished over the side. Tuffnut was too busy trying to untangle himself to notice, but Hiccup and Astrid both cried her name at the same time, which alerted him to what had happened.

"Fishlegs, help Hiccup," Astrid instructed as she, the large boy, and Snotlout slowly began to make their way down the hill, treading carefully so as not to trip or slip to meet the same fate as Ruffnut.

Toothless paced up at the top on the path, seeming to try and decide if he should follow. After a moment, he decided to come down and help. He dug his claws into the ground as he picked his way down the grassy bank, trying to keep himself from potentially sliding down and hitting anyone else. He followed Fishlegs over to Hiccup, but was much slower. His heavy form was being pulled by gravity to go tumbling away but his claws held him firm. The grassy bank was weak, however, and Toothless had to be sure he had a firm grip before continuing to move.

"Stay still, I got you," Fishlegs instructed, using the boulder to keep himself from falling. He examined Hiccup's leg, trying to figure out the best way to get it out without breaking something or hurting Hiccup.

Hiccup tried to turn around and look but pain in his knee told him he was lying to awkwardly. "Can you get it, Legs?"

"Just hold on," the boy responded, reaching down.

Hiccup did his best to ignore what Fishlegs might be doing by looking down to Astrid, Snotlout, and Tuffnut. Snotlout helped Tuffnut stand while Astrid leaned over the edge, gripping a root of the tree sticking. The blond girl let out a gasp of surprise.

"Ruffnut!" she called.

A voice called up from below, "Astrid! Help!"

Hiccup felt relief wash over him when he recognized the voice of Ruffnut. Then he felt a yank and his body began to slide forward down the hill, free of the boulder. He came to a stop when he felt Fishlegs grab his right leg, holding him in place. Hiccup turned around and thanked him, feeling much safer. He managed to push himself to a sitting position and, with Fishlegs' help, he was soon standing, clutching the other boy's arm to prevent from going tumbling.

"I can't reach her," Astrid announced.

Tuffnut moved to the ledge and reached down with one arm while grabbing the same tree root that Astrid was clutching. "Snotlout, hold my feet."

"I can't hold your feet and not fall off the edge at the same time. It's still too steep here," Snotlout responded, his hands firm against the bark of the tree.

Tuffnut looked back at him angrily. "Dude, Astrid and I are both sitting on the edge and we haven't fallen. Don't be such a wuss."

"Yeah, because you're holding a root, dumbass!"

Hiccup suddenly realized how dumb he was being. He turned around and glanced up, noticing Toothless almost to him. Hiccup struggled to move away from Fishlegs, then got down on all fours and began to crawl up to his dragon. They reached each other and Hiccup pulled himself into the saddle. It felt more familiar to him than anything and he quickly put his foot in the stirrup and latched his other foot into place.

"All right, bud, lets get Ruff," he said, patting Toothless' neck.

The dragon's wings grabbed for air, pushing on it and pulling himself up. Hiccup breathed in the breeze as Toothless flew out and over the edge. He veered down and came up under Ruffnut, who was clinging to a root of the tree that was sticking out of the ledge from under the ground. Her feet dangled in the air, but she smiled with relief when she saw Hiccup and Toothless.

"Drop down, we got you," Hiccup instructed.

Ruffnut released the root and, for an instant, was falling through the air. She landed on Toothless' back in a rather ungraceful manner, but balanced herself. She moved up behind Hiccup and held tight to him as Toothless flew back up. He soared up the hill to the path, where he landed down. Ruffnut was clutching Hiccup with a fiery intensity, but she released once they were on solid ground. She moved to get off of Toothless' back when she noticed something.

"It that our boat?"

Hiccup looked out and noticed what Ruffnut saw. The island curved around and across some expanse of water before them, the other side sat there, sandy beaches visible. A boat was up on the beach, obviously docked. Hiccup gave it a couple look overs before he finally came to the conclusion that it wasn't their boat. It looked familiar, though.

He hopped off and stood beside Ruffnut, staring down the boat as the others managed to make their way back up the hill. Soon, they were all standing together, Snotlout and Tuffnut panting while Fishlegs collapsed to the ground in a heap, letting out a loud groan. Hiccup pointed at the ship and they all turned.

Astrid stiffened. "That looks like Alvin's ship!"

"Alvin's?" Fishlegs stammered. "Oh, shit..."

"We have to get my dad," Hiccup said instantly, turning and starting to jog back up the hill. Astrid was quick to follow along with Toothless and Ruffnut.

Tuffnut, Snotlout, and Fishlegs were just starting to get moving when someone snatched Hiccup. He felt strong arms gripping his shoulders and heard Toothless let out an angry roar. Astrid and Ruffnut let out startled cries, and Hiccup could only assume someone had grabbed each of them, as well. He kicked and squirmed, but nothing was effective to get out of his captor's grip.

"Calm down, Dragon Conquerer. And tell your dragon to stop his roaring or I'll slit your throat," a deep voice spoke into his ear.

Hiccup felt his body go cold and rigid. Only one man could be holding him and say that. He felt his stomach jump to his throat, which he realized had cold steel pressed against it, and churn wildly while his heart sank into a pit. He went limp, not able to see Alvin's face as he held him too still, but was able to look over his shoulder and see Ruffnut and Astrid being held, swords against their throats, hovering dangerously close. Toothless sensed the situation and quieted, looking around with wide, fearful eyes, unsure what he could do. The other boys were standing still a little ways down the path, unmoving. Two more burly men stood behind them and Hiccup could see they had swords pointed out, showing Snotlout, Fishlegs, and Tuffnut that if they tried to run, they would be injured.

"What do you want, Alvin?" Hiccup finally worked up the nerve to ask.

He felt the man's beard brushing his cheek as Alvin leaned forward to speak in his ear. The gruff, icy voice was like venom and Hiccup winced.

"You."

Uhh... yeah...?

No flames, but constructive criticism is okay.

Lets see how this goes 8D

Love,

Deyoxis