*Awkward cough* sorry it's been so long. I sort of maybe forgot? See the end authors note for a better explanation.
Also: ITS THE MEME I'M DYING 😂

Published: 2/Aug/2021
Small grammar edits: 10th/Oct/2021
Astrid POV

Previously

I look down at the body. I'm sorry it had to be this way.
Slowly, I lift the body up further.
...but you were a psycho.

I flip it over the rail and watch as it drops into the waves with a splash.I turn around, lifting my hands to see them covered in blood. I grimace, shaking them slightly. How do I explain this if someone runs into-

"Astrid?"

I look up... and freeze.

"...Kurt."

I'm dead. I'm as dead as Gosta.

Now:

Oh great Odin's ghost... I'm so dead.

Kurt stares at me silently, tensely. Like he thinks I'll murder him too.
I go to open my mouth. Itching to say something, anything, to stop him from...well, I don't know what he'll do. I take a breath, open my mouth, but he holds up a hand to silence me.

"Don't you dare try to lie your way out of this. I know what I just saw." He orders coldly. I guess rubbish disposal is out of the question.

I open my mouth again. "Kurt, I-I can explain! I-it was an a-accident." I stammer, but he shakes his head. Takes a step back from me. His hand goes to his sheathed sword.
Oh Thor.

I hold up my hands in an attempt to reason with him. "Please, listen to me Kurt, I-"

Suddenly, I'm interrupted by a voice.

"You two!" Our heads snap over to a man sticking his head out of a door. "Hey, come on, Capn's called a meeting, requested everyone's presence."

"But-" Kurt is cut off by the man again.

"No arguments, don't keep him waiting!" He insists, surging forward and grabbing Kurt's wrist... and mine. I freeze.

"You can't hide forever, Astrid!"
"You'll pay for that!"
"Nowhere to run, little Astrid!"
"Nowhere to hide!"

He's touching me no no no he's gonna hurt me he's gonna-
I let out a cry of...well something. Not fear. It can't be. I'm fearless, brave, courageous. I don't get scared.

Anyway, I act on instinct. Yeah, let's say that. I jam my elbow into his side and stomp my foot onto his. He releases my arm with a hiss of pain.

Without him touching me, my vision clears. I let out choked breath, seeing the innocent man bending over and clutching his side.

"S-Sorry, sir. I-I'm so sorry." I stammer, feeling heat rise up my face. "Are you ok?!"

He lets out a short laugh, straightening up, "i-it's ok, you're Astrid, right?"

"How'd you know?" I ask, confused.

"Everyone talks about the feisty one," He chuckles.

I let out a small smile. "Oh. Yeah." I respond sheepishly. I feel a sense of familiarity, but push it away. I'm still on edge.

"Anyway, both of you come with me please." The man says. That's when I'm reminded of Kurt's prensece. I glance at him as we follow after Kurt through the door. He shoots me a weird look. He doesn't look very angry anymore, which confuses me. Shouldn't he be furious?

***

The walk to the meeting went by quickly, too quickly, because before I knew it, were were gathered in a room I hadn't yet been in. There was a big crowd! Not as big as, say, Berk's Great Hall on boar-night, but more like... gambling in the streets. Still a big crowd.

There's chatter everywhere, and we're jolted left and right as we move through the room. Somewhere in the chaos I lose sight of the guy who originally found Kurt and I. Kurt disappears too, but I'm not worried about that. I'm more worried about the fact that hell expose me.

I start pushing through the crowd, looking around for my friends. If I find them, then I can explain what happened and we can look for a way out of this.

"Ruff? Snotlout?" I call out hesitantly as I dodge past people. "Lokus?" I look around myself, the mass of people making it hard to pinpoint them.

"Astrid? Over here!" I spin around to see Lokus by the wall, waving to me. I quickly make my way over to him, noting Snotlout nearby stuffing his face with some type of meat, and Ruffnut a few steps away attempting to flirt with a grown man. I role my eyes and grab her arm, pulling her back with me.

"We have a problem," I announce when she gives me an annoyed look.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" Snotlout asks, only half listening.

"I was caught by that Kurt guy..." I huff, frustrated.

"Doing what?" Lokus asks. (If you don't remember, he's the guy they've been with since they left Berk in the boat)

"Disposing of the body because you muttonheads weren't there to help me." I hiss under my breath. The three of them turn to look at me, surprised.

"What?! Why would you- how?!" Lokus splutters. Before I can answer, the Captain appears above us on the table, and the room falls silent. I see Kurt walk forward to stand below the table. Oh no did he already say something?!

"Get ready to run, guys..." I warn them.

"Attention everyone!" The captain shouts, clapping his hands together. "Thank you for making it! It's come to my attention that my son, Gosta, has been missing for almost a day now," a chill runs up my spine, "and that is quite out of character for him; we all know he loves to run the ship!" At the end of the sentence, laughter rings out across the room. I make eye contact with my friends and shake my head slightly, trying not to let my fear show. What are we going to do?

"So I would greatly appreciate if any one with information would come forward to help us uncover his whereabouts," the room is silent again. I make eye contact with Kurt, who's still standing near the captain. I watch him open his mouth and dread sets in. I sigh and look away, holding my arm nervously. Berk was relying on us to get help. Berk was counting on us to bring reinforcements. Now we'll probably never-

"Captain, sir? I think I saw Gosta go out onto the deck late last night, he had a mug of ale with him, and looked like he'd had a few more," my head snaps over to see Kurt speaking up to the captain. My eyes widen. Is he doing what he thinks he is? "Is it possible that he fell overboard? The waves were pretty tall. I wasn't sure if there was anyone actually there, because I'd had a fair few drinks myself. Could have been a hallucination."

The captain hums. "Well...that's the only sight we have of him?" No one apposes. "Very well then. I guess...that's the story we will have to go with, unless anything else pops up. Thank you for telling me. Meeting dismissed, get back to your duties."

"Yes sir!" Rings out from the room, and almost everyone leaves in under a few minutes. I'm still trying to come to terms with what happened. He didn't turn us in.

"Are you sure he saw you?" Snotlout snorts. "Cause, I'm pretty sure he didn't, coming from what he just said."

"Oh, he saw me, Snotlout," I respond. He gives me a incredulous look.

"I think you hit your head."

I roll my eyes. Odin, give me strength to deal with this muttonhead. "He saw me, Snotlout. And he nearly turned me in. I don't know what convinced him not to, it doesn't make sense to me."

Lokus looks away from us, watching Kurt talking with some men. "Well, whatever reason that caused him to spare us must have been good enough for him. For now, don't let your guards down, don't wander off alone. And don't cause trouble," He finishes the sentence with a pointed
look toward Snotlout, who's jaw drops in offence, closely followed by his incoherent spluttering.

Toothless' POV
(Refer to previous chapters for recap, I'm lazy)

I hang there silently, eyes closed and ears subtly pricked, listening. I restrict myself from fulfilling the urge to move, to even breathe out of patten, determined not to give myself away. Yep, this is my master plan. Fake unconsciousness until they grow concerned. After all, they can't have leverage over Hiccup if they think I'm dead. Now that I know he's ok-ish, it's time to put my plan into action. I know in our short conversation he didn't exactly tell me everything, so I'm hoping he's well enough to be able to escape with me.

I let go of all my other senses, focussing on my hearing and my hearing alone. I notice 2 main things when my hearing settles.

One: I'm able to hear footsteps, guards, judging by the jangling metal, but they're not close. They walk in groups of two or three, chatting aimlessly as they go.

Two: I can hear another dragon. it's a Nadder, judging by the thwip of the spines hitting the wood. It's not too close to me; perhaps an entire levels difference.

Listening in silence for a while, I pick up on the conversation starting between two guards a few halls away from me.

"Did he say what he's going to do to the new prisoner?"
"The young lad?"
"Aye."

"He's gonna kill him today if he doesn't give him what he wants,"
"And that is?"
"How to control the beasts, you idiot! Don't you listen at all?!"
"Ugh. Shut up,"

"Oh no," I growl. I thought we'd have more time than this! This means I've gotta get out. Now.

Hearing them walking closer, I will myself to quieten and become still, even lowering my head down so as to appear completely unconscious. They soon pass in front of me. They pause.

"Hey, when was the last time the thing ate?"
"It was my turn. I'm not gain enough to go in there to feed it."
"You idiot! Dagur needs it alive!"
"He's gonna be killing the boy anyway!"
"The dragon is the only leverage over him he has! If that dragon is dead, you'll have Dagur to answer to!"
I hear the jingle of keys. Good.

Hiccup's POV

I sit quietly for a while, before guards come to the front of the cell. "On your feet, prisoner." One orders. Warily, I stand up.
"What's Dagur's Plan today? Board games? Cooking lesson? Needle point?" I ask with a smirk as they open the door.
"Smart mouthing will get you nowhere!" One snaps, slapping shackles on my wrists and tugging me out of the cell. "Move!"
I shrug. "Wow...Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,"
He just seers at me and shoves me forwards, cussing me to stumble. I roll my eyes. I can't wait to get out of here.

After a few minutes of winding through halls, we reach the torture room, or what I like to call "Dagur's playpen". Because, y'know, he acts like a 4 year old—nevermind. When they shove me in there, Dagur isn't inside yet. But they're quick to assure me, as they lock the door behind me, that he isn't far away. I just shrug, walk around the small room and look at all the pointy weapons. Nervously, I slip a small blade into my waist band. I just want to be prepared...

Not a second later, the door jingles and swings open. Dagur saunters in.

Toothless's POV

They enter the cage, pausing slightly in reluctance. Since I don't move, they must decide that I am unconscious, because they walk right up to me.

"Smaller then I thought it was," One whispers.

"Is it even breathing? Maybe the muzzle's too tight?" The other mumbles, "Should we take it off for a bit?" Yes, remove my muzzle.

"I-I don't know, Isn't that a bit of a death wish?"

"So is Dagur finding out it's dead!"

"...yeah, ok. Help me with its muzzle, then."

They step even closer to me, I stay silent and still. Here we go.

I feel their meaty hands fiddling with the muzzle, fumbling around as they try to get it undone. Finally, it slips off my face.

My eyes snap open.

I growl at them. They gasp in fear, frozen as they stare up at me.

I snarl, blast at their feet, and watch them fly back and hit the walls. Snapping my head to the side, I bite one of the ropes holding me up, and it snaps, sending me to the ground. Twisting and biting out of the remaining ropes as the men recover, I stretch my rings and growl at them. "You'll all pay!" Bounding forward between them, I slam my tail-hard- into the both of them, sending them crashing back into the walls as I walk out of the cage. I'm on my way, Hiccup!

Hiccup's POV

"So, brother," Dagur begins. I start backing away from him as he moves towards me, "are you ready to tell me?"

"T-Tell you what?" I ask, stalling. "Cause, I happen to know a lot of things..."

Dagur smirks, leaning against one of the many weapons table. "Oh, I bet you do!" He picks up a knife. "But I want to know about you and that Night Fury!" He says with a snarl "Night Fury" as if it's poison in his mouth. "How did you do it?"

"Do what?" Stalling, again.

"Just how did you get it to obey you? How did you get it to do what you wanted it to? And how did you get it to fight even after we caught you? Because it could have ran, flew away, disappeared. But it didn't! And that's what really irks me! I want to know how! Because when I find out, I'm going to burn you little island to the ground!" Dagur rants, slamming the knife into the table-which causes me to flinch.

I give him a confused look. "What island? I don't have an island?"

"Berk, you idiot!" He snaps. I freeze in place, caught off guard. Then I clear my throat and calm my facial expression down.

"I don't live at Berk anymore," I respond calmly, "I thought I mentioned that? Yeeahh, they think I'm dead, so I don't, uh, really plan on going back anytime soon..." I drawl, casually examining my nails.

Dagur laughs his creepy-magical-laugh. "Now isn't that interesting?! Berk, without an heir... something tells me someone's going to need to step up for that role."

I stare at him, unsure where this is going. "I'm...sure they'll find a replacement?" I phrase it like a question. Why should Dagur care?

"Oh, I'm sure they will, brother!" Dagur snickers. "You know, I've heard Berk is great this time of year!"
Why would he-? Oh. OH!

"You want to become heir and take over Berk," I mumble with a sigh. It's a statement, not a question. Dagur smirks, knowing I've caught on.

"I mean, Beserker island is pretty boring. I'm sure my men will enjoy the change of scenery!"

Oh...he's going to take the whole tribe to Berk.
"And, what? Merge tribes? Would you call it the Berk-serkers? Besberkers?"

"That's plan A."

"What's plan B?"

"I show them just how Beserk I can get!"

"...You're going to raze Berk and take it as your own," I realise. Am I trembling? Why? Why should I care? They banished me. They cast me out! Never accepted me for who I am. Never gave me a choice. Why should I be concerned?

"I always knew you were the smart one!" Dagur cackles gleefully. Then, he leans over the torture table, and picks up one of the many sharp knives. I start to back away again, holding my hands out in passiveness. He doesn't stop coming.

"Now, Dagur, I-is that really necessary? Can't we just continue our chat?" I try to reason with him.

He tosses the knife from hand to hand, rubbing his thumbs over the edge, as if he's admiring it, in his own psycho way. "But then you wouldn't get to properly meet my favourite dagger!" He grins.

"W-we could meet another time? Tomorrow?" I suggest. Dagur stops in place, laughing.
"You're not going to see a tomorrow!" He snickers, "You haven't given me what I want, so I'm not going to waste me time keeping you alive!" I focus on keeping my breathing steady and head high. I'm not going to show fear.
Oh. He's going to kill me.

Dagur looks me square in the eye as he twirls his knife. "Unless, you're finally ready to talk?" Oh, I'm ready to talk alright!

"Dagur," I snap. "If you were mentally stable, if you were not a complete lunatic, then maybe, I would consider showing you the truth. But you're crazy, you're morally challenged and you're a bad, bad man.

"I have just one more thing to tell you before you kill me, and that is," I pause, take in his scowling face, before continuing. "I am glad I am not a part of Berk anymore. Because any place that is allied with you and your tribe must be foolish. Gods helps us all when the tribe falls under your hands!"

Dagur starts laughing. "With my father... retired!" He sneers with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I am the high chief of the Berserker tribe. I make all the decisions around here."

He steps closer to me again, holding up the knife and pointing it at me. I find myself gulping, my mind racing as I try to come up with a way out of this one. I'm beginning to think that maybe I won't. And that's not a thought I like.

Toothless' POV

Making my way down the hall, I'm careful to keep my ears pricked for any incoming people. They're all mingling around, I can hear them, but none of them have come my way so far. It's only a matter of time, of course, but I'm choosing not to think of that. I'm more focussed on finding Hiccup. Together we can find a way out of this.

I glance back at my tail, the prosthetic fin completely missing. We don't even have a connecting rod. Getting out of here is going to be hard, but I'm prepared to swim if that's what it takes to get out of here.

I continue along the hall, sniffing the air as I try to catch Hiccup's sent. I'm distracted from this, however, when my hearing picks up on a group of armed guards walking in my general direction. At least four of them. They're talking loudly, obnoxiously. Not at all being mindful of themselves. I narrow my eyes, crouching low and backing up into the shadows. After all, there's no way I'm going back in the direction I came.
I flex my claws, eyes set on the corner in front of me. I'm sorry Hiccup, I think to myself, I know you're not a killer... but I am. If that's what it takes to get to you, I'm willing to take lives.
The guards walk around the corner. I hope you'll forgive me for this.

Hiccup's POV

Dagur reaches towards me with the knife, my mind reeling with the fact that I'm not about to survive this. I'm not going to get out of here. I'm not going to see Toothless again. Oh, gods.

Just as the tip reaches my shoulder, just as I can't move back any further, I hear a soft metallic clang. It's followed by a creaking sound, before Dagur is interrupted. Thank gods!
"Sorry to interrupt sir, but we have a situation," A guard calls sheepishly, poking his head through the door.

"What is it?" Dagur snaps, turning away from me. "It better be important."

"It's... it's very important, sir." The guard responds, glancing at me. Dagur follows his gaze, I offer a shrug and a sarcastic "Don't look at me, I'm the golden child!" before he turns back to the guard.

"Fine, fine I'm coming! But if this isn't important, you're taking his place!" Dagur snaps at the guard, pointing at me as he stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind them. I breathe a sigh of relief and mutter a prayer to the gods under my breath. I start to look around the small room.

Nothing much of interest, there's a boatload of weapons, a torture table pushed up onto the corner, and a window with a brown curtain pulled back, letting a view of the barren ocean and a stream of daylight into the boat. I walk closer to the window. I wonder if I could fit out- OH MY GODS HICCUP! YOU'RE A FOOL! Eyes widening, I reach for the curtain, running it through my fingers. This could... this could work as a temporary tail fin! I look up with a small smirk. Hope isn't lost! Dagur probably won't even notice it's gone.

I go to tug it down, but then think against it. It might make a noise that could alert the guards, especially the wooden pole it hangs from. Instead, I reach for the small blade I'd stuffed down my waist band. Grabbing it, I reach up as high as I can on the curtain, and cut it down. I nod to myself as return the blade to my pants and gather the fabric in my arms. it is definitely big enough to act as the prosthetic fin.

Ok, that's good. But how can I hide this from Dagur? I stroke my chin in thought. I probably don't have a lot of time. An idea coming to my head, I quickly tug off my tunic and wrap the fabric around my stomach, tying it off for good measure. Then I pull my tunic back on. Well... I don't have any better ideas. Hopefully it's not too noticeable.

The door swings open, and I lean against the crate of weapons to my right as I smile nervously. Don't notice, don't notice, don't notice! I repeat it in my head like a mantra.

Toothless' POV

Knocking the last man away from me with my wing, I try not to let the horrible crack of his skull splitting against the steel door get to me. Sure, I only knocked two of the others out. But that makes two men dead. I've killed 2 humans. I don't have an excuse this time; the queen had control over my will before. But this? Oh, this was all me. All. Me.

Something dark lurks at the corner of my mind; a whisper, if you will. An urge. An urge to kill more. I shove it back. Those kills were necessary, I tell myself, if I didn't kill them they could have stopped me from getting to Hiccup. I can't allow that.

Bounding away from them, I continue around the corner. Hopefully no one will find them for a few minutes. Enough for me to get away from here. Enough for me to find Hiccup.

I take a whiff, trying to find his scent among all the others I'm picking up-including the blood next to me. There! I find it, metaphorically shoved between all the others. Eyes widening in anticipation, I burst into a faster gate and move towards the scent. Don't worry, I'm coming! We're gonna get out of here. I won't let him hurt you any more.

Hiccup's POV

"S-so, how's things?" I blurt as Dagur walks in. He looks at me, hands on his hips.
"Oh, so annoying, you have no idea!" He groans. "Who knew starving your followers leads to rebellion?" He scoffs. I notice a splash of red on his hands. "Well, I dealt with it. And while I did, I came up with the best new idea for a game!"
"Game?" I ask with a wince. Do I want to know the answer? Probably not.

"A game! For me and you to play!" He laughs. He grabs my wrist, look darkening. "It's called "hot metal torture", where I'm the metal wielder, and you're the hot metal receiver!" He beams, touching my wrist and letting out a fake "hiss!" That, I'm assuming, is supposed to imitate hot metal touching skin. I gulp. I've worked in a forge my whole life. I've been a part of a fair share of accidents. Hot metal on your skin is NOT a nice experience.

"Ah, sounds, uh, like a bright idea!" I respond nervously. Dagur gives another smirk.
"I know right?! You're gonna love it!" He beams, dragging me out of the room in so tight a grip that ensures I can't escape. I'm pretty sure my aching sides agree with me; sharp movements would not help in this circumstance.

It doesn't take long to get where we're going; three doors, a few hallways, a brief five seconds out in the bright sun, then a few more doors. We're obviously in some sort of makeshift forge. There's bellows, a main fire pit, a grinding stone and a couple work benches that are littered with tools. Forgetting while we're here for a moment, I let a small smile take over my face. I miss being in a forge.

Dagur scowls at me. "What are you smiling at?" He snaps, pulling me out of fond memories.
"Oh... I'm just... I like forges. A lot?" I respond awkwardly. What else am I supposed to say?

A few minutes later, the fire has been started and Dagur is trying to pick what metal/tool he wants to heat up. I eye the pile, trying to figure out what I can do. I don't think hot metal will end well.

Dagur seems to notice me watching, and so he smirks and grabs three pieces of metal. "I'm gonna be real nice, Brother! You get to choose which one we use in our game!" He sneers. One is half an axe blade, one is a thin pole, and one is a bola ball. I wince. They all look very painful. But, the thin pole... if it's broke down right, it could work as a connecting rod, Dagur has no idea, I think to myself. I could choose that one. Find a way to melt it down in the right place.

"Well?" Right, Dagur's demeaning my answer.
"Anything but the metal pole. Yeah, you choose one of the other two," I respond, hoping I'm playing this right.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Dagur sneers. I gulp. I guess he caught on.

"Nah," I find myself responding with a shrug, "I know you're stupid!" Damn my sarcasm.
"I'm going to elect to ignore that comment, because this little rod is gonna be perfect!" Dagur scowls, throwing the rod right in the fire. I blink at him. How could one man be so moronic? His stupidity rivals Berk.

Toothless
I follow Hiccup's scent with little set back, no men coming across me. However, when I do get going on the trial, it confuses me slightly. It's leading me to a room, where there are strong scents of blood, metal and salt water. Hiccup's scent is strong, like he's been here a lot, but it's starting to fade.

Nonetheless, I decide that I will leave no stone unturned. I'm not going to risk walking right past him. I move towards the door and throw my weight at it, knocking it down. In the room, I'm disgusted by the sight of weapons laying around the otherwise empty place. A red patch on the wooden floor draws me closer to it, and I lower my head down to sniff it. I let out a low growl. That's Hiccup's blood! Oh, great dragon gods, this isn't good!

I turn and bound out of the room. "I'm coming Hiccup!" I snarl lowly as I run down the hall, following his scent away from the room and down a path I haven't yet been. "I won't let you down."

Hiccup's POV
Minutes of awkward silence pass, leaving me to drum my fingers against my legs nervously. "Hey Dagur?" I finally speak up.

"Yes?" He grumbles, leaning forward to look at the rod that lays in the embers. Should I tell him? I'm gonna tell him...

"How...exactly, are you going to hold it if the entire thing is in the fire, getting hot?"

He looks up, and slowly turns to stare at me right in the eye. "You didn't think... to tell me before?" He asks slowly. I squint at him.

"What do you mean? Why would I tell you? You're torturing me!" I question him. He begins to look around for something, turning has back long enough for me to use a hilt of a knife to poke a hole through the rod. After all, if it's going to be a connecting rod, it's going to need to connect.

Toothless' POV

They know I'm missing now, I can hear them running around. Someone mentions that they have to go tell Dagur, although they're afraid of his reaction. I don't let it slow me, I just keep pushing  on through. No one has come this way yet, but I can tell they'll find me eventually.

"THERE IT IS!"
Oh, there we go.

I turn and snarl at the man, who had just ran out of a room. The man pales as I crouch defensively.
"It's got no muzzle!" He yells out. He tries holding out his hands to attempt to calm me. "E-easy," he mutters, "d-don't do anything you'll regret."
I growl at him, knowing my eyes are thin slits, "I won't regret this,"
He backs up, trying to escape. One small plasma blast is all it takes to down him. I can see the blood spilling out of his back. He's not getting up anytime soon. Huffing out smoke, I settle down.

I turn and continue down the path, following Hiccup's scent; it's been getting stronger the last few minutes, which means I'm getting close.

Hiccup's POV

There's no more stalling. There's no more ways of distracting Dagur. He finally found a way to carry out the torture without burning his own hand. He found a thick glove, stuffed in the corner of the room, so he's able to safely hold the rod. This isn't great news to receive, trust me.

He's forced me into a corner, ensuring there's no way out for me. If he hits me hard enough with that it'll snap in two! Well... to honest, maybe I will as well. Let's just hope it doesn't come to that.

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There we go! Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors.

I know it's been such a long time since my last update, and for that I apologise. I tried to make this chapter a little longer to make up for it (a little over 5 k words).

I'm really sorry for not updating. On one hand I've been busy: mid year exams, lots of assignments, you know how school is. On the other hand, I've really struggled to find the motivation to work on this story. Writer's block is a pain. But hey, I pushed through it and got out a chapter. My mental state has been a bit up and down, too. I really need to be in the right mood to write or I'll end up killing all the characters as a way of venting lol. But yeah. I also kept forgetting this story even existed😂🤦‍♀️.

I'm also trying to pull my life together enough: I'm going to University next year! So I'm trying to sort that out.
I'm totally gonna apply for every scholarship I can lol.

Anyway, this is getting way too long.

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