Let's just say that the wrath of Odin is nothing compared to a Hiccup scorned.

Hiccup was furious as he flew on Toothless, heading for the one place he was sure he wouldn't be followed. His father was a burning presence in the back of his mind, only serving to fuel the fire in his heart.

He had been expecting the attack. So when he landed, he let himself be pulled off his dragon and be bound by Outcast soldiers. When Toothless panicked and looked like he was about to fire, Hiccup shouted at him to stop. The dragon whined in confusion as he was muzzled.

"It's alright bud." Hiccup promised. "We aren't here to make trouble." His eyes flicked to the guards around them, but they just scoffed. Something was shoved against Hiccup's back and he stumble forward before falling in to step with the Outcasts.

They lead them to a large building that was similar to the Great Hall on Berk, pushing him down a long hallway that opened up in to a room with a large chair that could only be called a throne in the middle. Alvin the Treacherous glared as the men filed in, but his eyes lit curiously as Hiccup was dragged in.

"You know, given the name of the place, most people would assume that this is the place people kicked out of their tribes could come. Then again, I'm not sure why they would." Hiccup slid a knife from his sleeve, slicing through his binds and pulling his hands free with ease. He growled to his dragon, who pawed off his muzzle with a defiant sneeze. "You really don't have a handle on things."

The soldiers around him grabbed at him again, and Hiccup elbowed one whose hands were exploring more than they should in the solar plexus, sending him stumbling back.

"Hey, hands off the merchandise!" He snapped. "You people are a lot more thick than I remember. When has an enemy ever landed in the middle of town, hmm?"

"Enough." Alvin grunted, speaking for the first time to his soldiers. The men looked confused but released Hiccup's arms. The brunette tossed his knife down, narrowly missing someone's foot. Alvin raised an eyebrow at the boy willingly leaving himself unarmed. "What are you doing here boy?"

"Aww, Al, not even a hello? And here I thought you missed me." Hiccup crossed his arms, cocking his hip in what Astrid called his 'ultra-sass mode'. The thought made his stomach turn unpleasantly.

"I don't have time for your games." Alvin growled. Hiccup rolled his eyes.

"You know, if you aren't accepting outcasts, you should really change that name. Kinda misleading." He remarked, inspecting his fingernails like he couldn't care less.

There was a silence before Alvin glared at him. "You're bluffing."

"Nope. Cast out. Thrown on my ass really." Hiccup shrugged.

"And you came here?" Savage asked. Alvin glared daggers at him.

"I was under the impression there was a standing job offer." Hiccup answered with a smile so sickly sweet that it would have given the tooth fairy herself a cavity.