Hiccup's Journey

Confessions

A/N:

'Dragons' – Dragonese

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"Where's Rider? Where is he?!" The head guard snarled as he stormed inside, shoving the thug Greto out of the way. "Find him," He ordered the men behind him. "Turn the whole place upside down if you have to!"

The four huddled under the bar winced collectively as his fist came down on the counter top with a slam. This was quite the situation. Not only did they have a homicidal horse after them, now there was a group of men looking for the thief who was traveling with the youngsters.

"What the hell did you do?!" Hiccup and Carlos mouthed at him. Flynn waved his hand dismissively which silently meant that they'd talk about it later. Waving at the other three to stay hidden, Flynn shifted just a little bit to take a small peak over top the counter to see how many guards were coming in. In his head, Flynn counted about five or six guards already inside, but that didn't mean there weren't more outside. Just as he thought this, two more guards walked in through the little door, and between him stood two tall men with cropped red hair and several scars over their identical faces. The Stabbingtons.

"Oh shit!" Flynn mumbled, hiding back under the bar.

Something tapped on the edge of the bar near Flynn's head. He and other three looked up and saw the Piano-playing Hook-thug looming over them, indicating something off to the right with his eyes. Crawling out of their hiding place, Hook-hand-thug pulled down one of the levers for the alcohol. But no ale came out of the tap; instead the floor let out a quiet groan and with a rattle of chains, a large trap door opened down into a dark, but dry cave.

"Go," Hook-hand told them with a smile, "Live your dream."

Flynn cheered up considerably. "I will."

"Your dream stinks," Hook-hand deadpanned and nodded to Rapunzel, Hiccup, and Carlos. "I was talkin' to them."

Annoyed, Flynn rolled his eyes and started crawling down into the cave. Glancing behind him when he could stand straight again, an unconscious frown tugged his lips downward.

"Where does this tunnel go?" Hiccup asked.

"Bout a three minute walk southwest," He explained quickly, glancing up toward the pub where the other thugs were trying and succeeding at stalling the guards. "It'll take you down to the damn at the bottom of the hill. Climb the rope ladder and make sure to take the tunnel to the right. There was a cave-in down the shaft that led to the river and it's a dead-end now."

"Thank you." Hiccup said, following Flynn.

"Thanks." Carlos complimented as he followed Hiccup. Then the two stopped and turned to Hook-hand.

"By the way, you're awesome at the piano." Carlos and Hiccup complimented in unison and went to follow Flynn. Hook-hand smiled at that.

"Thanks for everything." Blondie said to Hook-hand and gave the thug a small kiss on the cheek who continued to smile. Then she crawled after them. Once they were all in the tunnel, the door swung closed behind them a few moments later, and the light in the tunnel dimmed considerably. Hiccup took out his Inferno and it lite up the cave. They began walking down the tunnel. Then they noticed a lit torch up ahead. Along the way, they came up an empty lantern on the ground. Once they reached it, Flynn took it and Hiccup helped light the candle on the inside. After it was lite, he put the Inferno blade away and attached it back to his thigh. The walk in the tunnel was in silence except for their footsteps.

"So," Flynn began, examining a skewered skeleton tacked to the wall with a large cutlass, "Back there? Didn't think you had that in ya. It was pretty . . . impressive."