(Normal pov)

Astrid honestly couldn't remember a time where she was left speechless, horrified, shocked, and scared... all at the same time. She was just trying to convince Cutthroat that she knew nothing about the whereabouts of the Red Death after landing on Dragon Island. But no matter how many times she or Hiccup tried to convince him, he didn't believe them. She always suspected of being calm and collected in situations like this and Dagur the one loosing control... not the other way around. No one would be this mad at the Red Death's disappearance. But she couldn't dwell on his behaviour right now. Her concern immediately fell upon Hiccup, who was writhing on the ground in agony, a pool of blood collecting where Cutthroat severed his leg.

"You fucking monster!" She yelled attempting to lunge at him, despite her wrists being tied, but was subdued when Enobaria held her down. But that didn't stop her from flailing her legs and repeatedly trying to escape his grasp. "I'll rip your fucking heart out and shove it down your throat!" She snarled out but stopped her efforts to escape in order to catch her breath, all the while sending that psychopath a glare that would make Odin himself cower in fear.

"I just got rid of his bad leg... if anything he should be grateful, isn't that right Hiccup?" He asked, placing his right leg on Hiccup's left thigh and applying pressure to it, getting new screams out of him. She glanced down to see Cutthroat pressing down on his thigh with all his might, and the anger couldn't help but boil inside her. "This is necessary to stem the blood-flow, Astrid. You of all people should know this." He smirked at her, and took pleasure in watching her struggle to get free.

However, the silence was soon shattered when uncontrollable roars came from aboard Alvin's ship, and the sounds of a cage being put under enormous strain. The men on board couldn't do anything except back away from the Night Fury, in fear that the gate, or the cage itself would break at any second.

The moment Toothless heard his rider's scream, and the immediate scent of his blood a second later, he knew the negotiations turned sour. "You fucking idiot... this wasn't part of the plan!" Alvin interjected. "You have just brought upon the wrath of Stoick on us all! Do you think he'll let this savagery go unanswered on his own son?" He asked.

"Alright, so when he shows up I'll threaten Hiccup's life if he doesn't tell me where the Red Death is." Cutthroat said nonchalantly, waving his sword around his arm.

"Y-You better... pray..." Hiccup spoke in a voice cold as ice. "T-That I... don't live... because I w-will kill you... and spill your guts open." He spat out.

"That's if you survive today."

"You've sealed your fate you psycho! When I get free I'm going to take great pleasure in killing you." Astrid yelled at him. She saw Cutthroat's eyes fall down as he turned his head away in thought, and reduced the pressure he was pressing down on Hiccup's thigh with his own leg. She was still held from behind by a Berserker soldier who had now pushed her onto her knees.

"I should have done this to you." He muttered, looking at her now.

"What?" She mumbled.

"This." He pointed to Hiccup's bleeding wound. "Maybe a bit more." He contemplated, taking a few deep breaths. "You are one of his weaknesses. He wouldn't have risked your life for anything." He went on. Astrid didn't like where this was going. "Hiccup, I'll ask you one more time. Even if you have any remote idea of where that dragon is, you better say it now, or I'll slit her throat right here and now." He warned them, in a dangerous tone.

"Are you even listening to them you stupid fuck?!" Alvin yelled walking up to him, but stopped short when Cutthroat raised his blade towards his chest. "They would have told us the location by now. Clearly they don't know!" Alvin wasn't about to let him damn his men to the realm of Hel just yet.

"I can't afford that answer, Alvin. What will I tell him?" Cutthroat asked.

"Who are you even talking about?! Who is "him." Who else knows about this?"

"You pathetic Outcast piece of shit..." He chuckled, shaking his head "...did you actually I think that this alliance was real? No wonder you're the leader of these idiots." He gestured to the rest of the Outcasts surrounding them. "You were just a pawn to me Alvin. The Berserkers wouldn't have been able to pull this plan off without some extra muscle. Hell I wouldn't have been able to." The Outcasts gritted their teeth, furious at being played for fools.

"Anyway Alvin..." Cutthroat said, turning back to his accomplice "...since the Red Death isn't here, our little deal is off the table. And if you decide to try anything..." They all heard footsteps along one of the Berserker ships and soon Alvin saw about ten men with their arrows aimed right at him and some of his men "...I'll kill you on the spot and take these two for myself." He grinned smugly.

They were all trapped now. Alvin might have had his own ships, but Dagur had brought a few more. Alvin cursed under his breath. He knew he should have foreseen a sign of betrayal waiting to happen. "You don't wanna try that, Cutthroat. You will regret it." He warned.

"From what?" He laughed. "From the tied whore on her knees? From the cripple at my feet? Or from a bunch morons who can't tell the difference from their mothers and a dragon?" Cutthroat wasn't holding back. "I'm the one in control. I've always been the one in control." He pointed to the squirming auburn-head on the ground, who still had no one attending to his leg. Astrid saw the look on his face. He had already lost a large amount of blood, and his skin was beginning to pale. It also seemed that he was on the verge of drifting into unconsciousness. There was even the chance of him going into shock.

"Will somebody please help him?!" She screamed, again struggling to break free from her captor's grasp and reach him. "He'll die!"

"Something that Berk always wanted. I'm doing them a favor." Cutthroat replied before turning his attention back to Alvin. "Now, you'll listen to my command from now on, understand?" The Outcast Chieftain bared his teeth.

"Like you said... I'm an idiot. I'd never understand anything..." And with quick hands, Alvin threw a dagger, that he kept in the hem of his pants at his back, into Enobaria, a clean shot to the heart, dropping her instantly. Within a few span of seconds later, all hell broke loose. Cutthroat and Dagur shouted orders to kill all of them except for Astrid and Hiccup and their men charged forward with their archers on the ships taking aim at any Outcast who moved forward. Despite his large size, Alvin managed to dodge a few arrows shot in his direction and reached Astrid, tearing off her ropes.

"Protect him!" He said, gesturing to Hiccup who was still sprawled against the ground. Astrid didn't need any further prompt as she took off.

"Release the Night Fury, now!" Alvin yelled to whomever was left on his ship.

"Yes sir!" Someone replied as he left the railings and ran to the caged dragon. Unfortunately one of the Berserkers saw him and fired his arrow that hit its mark. Right in the center of the Outcasts' back that sent him to the deck of the ship, just a foot away from the cage. He looked up, and saw the dragon staring back at him, its eyes long turned into slits and snarling menacingly. The Outcast chuckled as he decided to make his last few breaths count. With all his might he reached up and unlatched the locks holding the door shut, before he fell limp on the wooden deck, blood pooling around him. But before passing out into Hel, he heard that distinct sound of an angry Night Fury roar.

"Toothless!" Astrid yelled as she desperately pulled Hiccup behind a few boulders for cover. In the one minute since he had been released from his confinement, he had already taken out fifteen Berserker men... and not just firing plasma blasts at them. But charging them and ripping their heads clean from their bodies. Nobody hurt his rider without losing something important. However, when he heard his rider's mate call him, he took off, giving those Berserkers an extra few minutes of life. When he rounded the corner he came upon a horrific site. Astrid had his head in her lap, uttering words that were supposed to make him stay with her. That's when he noticed the wound on his leg... or rather, his missing leg. She had done her best to stem the flow by completely wrapping his wound with some rags she pulled off a body.

"A-Astrid..." He moaned, reaching for her hand. She responded by clutching his, bringing it close to her cheek, telling him that she was still there.

"Easy Hiccup... just stay with me, okay?" She pushed on, forcing a smile, despite the tears that were brimming at her eyes. She honestly didn't know if he would make it. They were in the middle of a battle with no help, The Outcasts were nearly wiped out. Only Alvin, Savage and a few other of his men were alive and had formed a protective ring around the young couple, fighting to protect them. She didn't understand why though. She understood that Alvin never intended for things to get this dicey, but that was still no reason for him to risk the lives of him and his men for them.

Toothless placed himself in front of his companions, firing past the Outcasts who were fighting with them. His shots always made their mark; hitting each Berserker over his heart— an automatic kill shot. He was going to defend his best friend's life even if it meant he was killed in the process. Alvin had mowed down a few Berserkers himself, but they were outnumbered and he was losing men by the second. Dagur and Cutthroat had even joined the battle.

Cutthroat had a completely neutral expression as he cut down his opponents who charged him. It was almost child's play for him. All he did was move a step back or to the side before bringing his sword down and stabbing his attackers through their hearts before turning back ahead and continuing on. Dagur was a stark contrast, however. He lived for carnage such as this, with bleeding corpses on the ground, the screams of agony from his victims ringing in the chilly air and watching the life drain out of their eyes. Within a few minutes, apart from Hiccup, Astrid and Toothless, only three Outcasts, Savage and Alvin were left with about thirty Berserkers surrounding them.

"Okay Alvin, this is your last chance. If you hand over those two, I'll let you and the rest of your men leave Dragon Island alive. They still retain some importance to me so it would be wise to hand them over if you value your life." Cutthroat spoke.

"Like hell I will! You not only made the mistake of making an enemy out of me, boy... but Berk as well." Alvin spat out.

"Ha! Those Hooligan idiots don't even know where we are.  What makes you think you even have a chance of surviving if you disobey us?" Dagur butted in, twirling his blood-stained sword in his hand. Alvin glanced around him, taking in what enemies remained. There was no way he would escape alive if he refused his demand. The dragon could probably protect the two of them, but only for so long. He already laid eyes on a few men dragging a metal net to their area.

"What's it gonna be, Alvin?" asked Cutthroat. There was only one solution.

"I'm done dealing with you snakes." He muttered before charging the closest Berserker to him. However, before he could bring his blade down on him, a plasma blast hit the man with such force and momentum in his side, through his chest, that he went toppling a good ten feet before lying motionless on the ground.

"What the..." Cutthroat muttered, turning his gaze to the direction from where the plasma blast had come from. Their confusion was confirmed when they saw a blast of violet flames hit one of the Berserker ships, setting it alight with no hope for the fire to be put out. Astrid looked up to see what the commotion was, and in all her life she had never been more glad to see a dragon... her dragon.

"Shade!" Her happy cry carried by the wind to the dragon's ears, who made an immediate detour to where they were, taking a protective stance with Toothless, unsheathing her razor sharp teeth and prepared to fire another blast of super heated plasma.

"Shade?" Dagur asked, turning to Cutthroat with a worried face.

His cousins eyes grew to twice their size in realization. He looked to the direction of where the dragon came and sure enough he saw four more dark outlines through the grey clouds in the sky coming towards them.

"Dragons!" He yelled, and everyone on the ground turned their heads in the direction he was looking at. At that moment more Night Furies broke through the cloud-cover with what appeared to be riders on top, all four with riders on top of them. "Battle positions. NOW!" Dagur yelled, getting into a stance himself. A Titan Wing Night Fury unloaded ten plasma blasts it in their direction, sending a barrage of plasma, hitting five men and killing them instantly.

"Ready the catapults!" Cutthroat yelled to his men on his ships. With the figures approaching ever so quickly, the Berserkers rushed to place the weapons at the sides and stern of the ship, hastily loading in large rocks while their snipers had their arrows at the ready.

Mala was closing in by the second and immediately noticed the activity taking place on the Berserker ships. "Alright Shadow, just like we practiced." She said, releasing the reign and standing up on her dragon's head. Shade got within twenty feet off the ground, about fifteen meters from the battlefield. "Slingshot!" Mala yelled and like clockwork, Shadow flattened out her tail, bringing it to where her rider was. Mala grabbed the tip and was hoisted up before Shadow coiled her tail just like the way she would tail hit and then shot Mala right at a group of Berserkers.

The impact had sent everyone sprawling to the ground, however, Mala's body had become accustomed to the improvised attack with constant training, and she had her twin NightShade blades out in no time, mowing down the group she had crashed into. Shadow, meanwhile, had turned her attention to the ships.

Asbjorn, Fishlegs and the Twins weren't far behind either. "Okay guys, you know the plan... "Asbjorn said as they approached with their dragons.

"Yep."

"Yeah."

"You betcha... wait, what was the plan?" Tuffnut asked, Fishlegs smacked his own forehead in annoyance while Ruffnut and Asbjorn both gave him dead-panned stares. "Just kidding... sheesh, some people can't take a joke." Tuff muttered as their dragons broke formation to begin their attack. Fishlegs and the twins directed their dragons to the Berserker ships, their aim to take them down as fast as possible and then proceeding to join the battle on the beach.

However, they suspected that their work wouldn't take that long as they saw Shadow fly through three of the seven ships, effectively shooting right through them. Two of the remaining ships' catapults took aim at the approaching dragons and fired. Nimbus didn't need to dodge the shot as she shot right through the rock, and proceeded to fire her own blast taking out the catapult and anyone near it.

"Let's see some fireworks shall we, Wrath?" Ruff said as their dragon came in for a pass over the remaining ships that were all perfectly aligned. Wrath released his plasma as they passed over.

"Light'em up Scorn!" Tuff yelled and within a second, all of the ships were engulfed in explosions with desperate crew attempting to jump overboard.

"It's time to help the others." Fishlegs called out. The Twins nodded and followed him back to the battle.

Cutthroat couldn't believe this. His perfect plan turned to utter shit in a matter of minutes. He looked around just in time to block a strike. "You!" He muttered, seeing who his attacker was.

"You're gonna pay for what you've done to Hiccup you stinking putrid filth!" Mala snarled as she pulled back and got in her fighting stance.

"Oh no. The queen is angry." He said in a mocking tone. "Too bad for you... so am I." He spoke before he charged with his sword at the ready. Mala side-stepped the attack and brought her fist to Cutthroat's face. The impact sent him back a few steps but it wasn't enough to faze him, he spat out a tooth and gave Mala a snarl.

"Face it Cutthroat, you're going to lose. So how about you surrender and come quietly." She said. She knew Cutthroat would never accept that fate. Mala knew all too well that people like him always find a way to escape and live on. But she honestly didn't see anyway for him to get out of this.

"The real question is are you prepared to kill me." He answered before starting his next attack. This time Mala blocked his strike with both her swords, and parried it away. She took a step back, before bringing both her swords down in order to disarm him from the sheer force when her blades struck his. However, Cutthroat was more skilled than the average Berserker. He rolled out of the way before lunging back at her, his sword aimed right for Mala's neck. Fortunately she prepared for any counter before she went through with her own attack she managed to block it. The sound of metal crashing against metal remarkably loud among the battlefield.

"I think I should congratulate you before I kill you." Cutthroat said suddenly.

"And why is that?" Mala asked, somewhat afraid of the answer.

"Your victories. You think it matters if you break our alliance?" He asked. Mala couldn't help her eyes that widen at that single fact. She gritted her teeth and pushed him back with all her might. She tried to stop herself from asking in case her opponent was bluffing that knowledge.

"So what, the Outcast was just hired muscle?" Mala asked before charging him. She raised her right sword and brought it down. Cutthroat, though, was able to parry it away and side-step Mala's follow-up attack with the sword in her left hand.

"Yes. This war? It's only just begun. That's why I have utter confidence in seeing my future." The Berserker mercenary said in a smug tone. Their moment was interrupted when they heard a few explosions and yells coming from the Berserkers who were being attacked by Asbjorn, Fishlegs and the twins.

Cutthroat knew his numbers were dwindling. With Night Furies protecting his prizes and the rest of the dragon riders laying waste to his fleet and men, it was a only matter minutes before he was left with no way out. "Why come after Hiccup?" Mala asked in the middle of their fight. "We had an entire island of warriors and Night Furies backing us." She parried away one of Cutthroat's strikes. "You knew this and came after us anyway."

"My superior wants Hiccup. And for your information, my spies can only do so much without arousing suspicions."

'So that's how he knew... and most likely of when Hiccup left for the Bog Burglars.' Mala thought to herself in realization.

"Let me in on this fight!" They heard someone yell from their side. Mala had just enough time to use one of her swords to block a strike from Dagur. "What do you say cuz'? Two on one?" He smiled wickedly.

"Fine with me." Cutthroat replied as he returned into a battle stance. Mala looked at both her opponents. She knew Cutthroat was more elegant in fighting while Dagur just went in screaming hoping to hit something.

"Alright then. Which one of you fucks wants to be served first?" Mala beckoned with both her swords to come at her. Unsurprisingly, they both charged him and she blocked both their strikes, parrying them away and rolling away from them. The two cousins followed her; Dagur jumping up and bringing down his sword while Cutthroat followed closely behind. Dagur then attempted to kick dirt into her eyes but Mala jumped back a few feet before it had any effect.

"For a chief, you fight like a coward." Mala stated before she started her counter-attack. But before she could land a hit on Dagur, a fist found its way to hit Dagur square in the jaw, making him land on the ground with thud. Both Cutthroat and Dagur, after recovering from his temporary stun, looked to see who the person was.

"He was always one, to be brutally honest." Asbjorn said, pulling out his war hammer and standing beside Mala. "I've got Dagur your highness." He said. Mala let the faintest of smiles cross her face, muttering a 'Go for it' before the two of them started their attack.

(Dragon Island mountain)

"Its not looking good for them." A cloaked young woman said, lowering her telescope as she sat upon her Triple Stryke, watching the fighting take place on the beach from her comfortable spot on one of the many ledges that covered the mountain on Dragon Island, a good two kilometers away from them.

"What else do you expect from the Berserkers? They're just a bunch of headless cocks running about with no clue of where to go." Her male companion said from atop of his crimson Titan Wing Singetail.

"Should we help them?"

"No. You head back and deliver the news to him. I'll deal with Cutthroat and Dagur."

"What about Alvin the Treacherous?"

"He was never part of the alliance. Cutthroat and Dagur just needed some extra muscle for their operation." The male said before looking over and gesturing for her to leave. The young woman acknowledged with a nod and with a huge flap of her dragons' wings was off into the grey skies.

(Dragon Island beach)

Shade and Toothless had no trouble holding off the Berserkers. Their bodies lay around either burnt to a crisp or being torn apart piece by bloody piece. With Shade keeping watch in case there were any surprise attackers, Toothless turned his attention to his injured rider. He laid his eyes upon his wound that was wrapped with some torn fabric from one of the Berserkers, but that little good to stem the blood-flow. The cloth was beyond a deep red colour and there was a pool of blood right below his leg. Astrid had also been applying pressure on his thigh to slow it down as best as she could. But with each passing second, she feared she was going to lose him. They had to get him out of here and quick. She quickly stood up to see what the situation was.

Berserker and Outcast corpses littered the beach, but there didn't seem to be any more Berserkers left, other than Dagur and Cutthroat who were dueling Mala and Asbjorn. "Astrid!" She heard name from the sky. She looked to see three dragons landing near her with Fishlegs and the Twins atop of theirs.

"We need to get Hiccup out of here!" She wasted no time in getting back down to him to prepare him for the flight while her friends approached them.

"Oh god..." Ruffnut muttered, seeing the extent of his injury. "Eesh, right you are sis." Tuffnut muttered.

"He's already lost a lot of blood. Quickly, help me patch him up!" She urged. The female twin wasted no time in running back to her dragon to grab a satchel of medicinal herbs that she brought just in case the worst had happened.

"Okay, this is gonna hurt... a lot." She muttered the last part to Hiccup as Astrid removed the makeshift bandages from his leg. Fishlegs nearly vomited on site upon seeing Hiccup's injury. He could have sworn he saw a bit of white as well. They carefully placed his head on Astrid's lap and she placed a cloth in his mouth for him to bite on when Ruff would administer the treatment. "You ready?" She asked, looking at Hiccup and Astrid. Hiccup, however, was teetering on the border of unconsciousness and Astrid yelled to her to get it over with.

"Alright!" She pressed the herbal paste into the wound. If Hiccup was on the edge of unconsciousness, he wasn't now as the cloth in his mouth drowned out what would have been another blood curdling yell. He tried to move his other leg and kick whoever was the source of his new pain but Tuffnut dove onto his leg, holding it down as he struggled. He was about to use his hands but Astrid began whispering comforting phrases. "Don't worry, Hiccup... I'm here okay?"

He looked up, his eyes brimming with tears and fear. "Everything's going to be okay. You'll be okay. Just keep your eyes on me, alright?" She forced a small smile through her lips to calm him down. It seemed to be working as she felt his body lose its tension and relax in her arms. "Are you almost done?" She asked her friend, not breaking eye contact with him.

"Almost." Ruff said as she applied the last bit of the paste around his wound. "Done!" She said before grabbing some medicinal cloths and proceeding to wrap it around his wound. "That should temporarily stop the bleeding and any bacteria, but we have to get him out of here and fast!" She said, rushing over to Astrid's side to help carry him to Shade.

The group heard the grunts, yells and sound of metal clashing against metal over twenty metres away, however Astrid could care less about what happened to Cutthroat and Dagur right now. Her main concern was getting Hiccup out of here and into proper medical treatment.

"Fish, Tuff, go help finish them off." She ordered. The two of them didn't even need to give a reply as they took off towards the fight. Tuff unstrapped his mace from his belt and Fishlegs got his hammer out.

Shade lowered herself down to allow them to place Hiccup on her back. Astrid hopped on first before helping to pull Hiccup on top and place him in front of her. "Don't worry. Gothi and the a few other healers were prepared for any severe injuries when you two will return." Ruff said as Shade stood up. Toothless ran up to them, cooing in worry that they were taking Hiccup where he couldn't keep an eye on him.

"It's alright, Toothless. I'll make sure that he lives through this." Astrid said, extending out her hand. The Night Fury looked into her eyes and knew from the moment her blue irises met his green orbs, that she would do it or die trying. He pushed his snout to her hand, showing that he trusted her and had put his faith in her to protect his best friend. He pulled away after a few seconds and watched, along with Ruffnut and Wrath as Shade took off and flew at her maximum speed to reach the Isle of Night in time.

Dagur fell face-first into the hard gravel of the beach from a vicious strike of Asbjorn's fist. "Get up." Asbjorn said, standing over Dagur's sword. Just a few seconds ago, Asbjorn had brought down his hammer with bone-breaking force on Dagur. Of course he raised his sword to block it, but the impact was severe enough to make him drop it, which allowed for the punch that sent him onto the ground. Cutthroat wasn't doing well either. He was pushed back to where his cousin was by Mala. He had a few minor cuts and scrapes on his arms, but nothing serious. He could have kept going if his cousin wasn't disarmed and if two extra Berkians weren't running towards them.

Or the fact that their entire army of men lay dead on the blood-soaked beach. "Surrender." Mala seethed out, pointing her blades at Cutthroat's neck.

The only way out was the ocean... if they had a boat or men to cover their escape. He looked around, desperate for a way out. He could easily take out Tuffnut and Fishlegs but that would just give Mala an opening to kill him. However, when his eyes turned to the skies behind his enemies, he couldn't help but smile.

"Be on your guard!" Mala shouted, tightening the grip on her swords. The others did as well and prepared for whatever trick Cutthroat might have had up his sleeve.

"Well it's been fun everyone..." He said, sheathing his sword and pulling Dagur up by his collar and holding him. "...but I'm afraid my ride has arrived." He said smugly, putting a hand up in the air. The warriors looked at each other, uncertain of what he was trying to do, but weren't able to react fast enough when they felt a gust of wind blow them to the ground. Mala was the first one to recover, and when she gazed up, she saw the smug grin plastered across Cutthroat's face as he held onto one of the hind legs of a... Singetail? And... was that a rider on its back?

Asbjorn, Tuffnut and Fishlegs also gazed up, dumbfounded that there was another dragon rider. "Do you know him?" Fishlegs asked.

"No..." Mala muttered. She sighed in annoyance, sheathing her swords back into their scabbards. "It seems like Cutthroat and Dagur do indeed have powerful friends."

"But why didn't he kill us when he had the chance?" Tuff asked.

"I don't know... maybe a message to us that we're not the only dragon riders out there."

"Anyway, whoever that hotshot dragon rider is... one thing is for certain..." Asbjorn said, hoping the others would catch where he was going with this.

"This isn't the last we've seen of Cutthroat and Dagur." Mala finished. The others nodded in agreement. "And it's definitely not that last time we'll see that rider."