What if Hiccup Had left

trapped...

Hi guy's long time no reads but here I am again and this time with a huge chapter... this chapter is a big one a lot of stuff is going to be placed for the future and like you most probably noticed I put an image of hiccup without any mask on and for the other chapters preceding this one I was very cautious to have him always masked... so deductions, deduction... anyway have fun! ;)

Hiccup's pov

Running...

I was running...

Turns out that even if I had gotten remarkably (immensely actually) better with swords and weapons... Fighting a complete village of Vikings wasn't my best idea... at all... a notion I learned the hard way now holding my bleeding side running through the hell whole I grew up on... You would probably think that would have been the worse position I could have possibly have been put in... But guess what!

I had no idea of how worse all of this was going to get...

_______Doctor who time skip!!!!!!(Back to the past!)___________________

I drew my sword and light it...

They all looked at me like I was crazy or something, and with all the time I spent alone with dragons and the hits I've taken, they could very well be right...,

"What are you doing?" Astrid said in a cold tone all too knowing my intend

"if you as much as touch another scale on a dragon's body I swear I'll gut you and if you try to run I'll hunt you down and make being eaten by one of them, seem like a mercy compared to what I'm going to do to you... «I said almost snarling at her backing away making my prosthetic creek

"Boy, you saved us tonight so I'm going to give you a chance to repeat what you just said..." Fishlegs said in an alarming low tone it was kindd'a creepy he called boy like I was younger or something

The team, of who used to be the teenagers that I trained with all those years ago, all gathered behind Astrid, who had moved in front of me, in a perfect v formation like it was a day to day occurrence. They're skin was hallow and grey of tiredness, they had a couple of scars that could be seen on their arms, shoulders or legs, they look like they've been dragged through a very bloody battle field back and forth for fun... But the truth is it was cute... only cute

Because I've been through hell and back...

Anyway I looked at them straight in the eyes and laughed;

"If you even think for a second that I would choose a Viking over a dragon, even if my life was depending on it, I would never chose the Viking, ever!" And because of my big mouth well they did the only Viking thing to do and charged... yay! Mark the sarcastic tone there

They all lashed out at me, blades against well, blades. We fought like that for a bit before seeing that their beloved 'protectors' weren't doing so well and May I say getting sloppier by the minute, (and these guys are supposed to be the best...) other berserkers joined the fight... I was getting over whelmed plus my injuries weren't healed yet I had to make a choice.... Swishhh! A burning pain exploded from my shoulder down to a spot near my bellybutton, as I looked down I saw a huge cut running down my suit gushing with my vital liquid, did I mention vital? I looked around searching the blade and its owner, around me the fight stopped for probably only mere moments but what seemed like eternity to me... and then I saw it the blade right in front of my face my still hot blood dripping from it... that blade was in the hands of Stoic the vast, still battle ready waiting for the next opening... I was in over my head I had to go, now!

So I ran

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Around me, flaming buildings were just a blur as I sprinted for the forest, everything hurt, my head was pounding, my ribs were on fire, my side throbbed and my legs were shaking I couldn't keep this for much longer! Behind me there precious team was tailing me trying desperately to catch me... But I was too fast! Even with the pain I ran past flames still feasting, ignoring the pain, living with dragons tens to do that to you...