"Hiccup!"

Never had Hiccup ever been happier to hear the Doctor scream his name. Without interrupting his gaze at the fanged statue, he shrieked, "Here! Doc! Here!"

Through his peripheral vision, Hiccup saw the Doctor appear, sweaty and panting, at his side. "Keep your eyes on it," the Time Lord hissed frantically.

"I got that, thanks," Hiccup murmured. The Doctor in a split second thrust his hand between Hiccup and the statue. It took a moment for Hiccup to realize what the Doctor was holding.

"A compact mirror?"

"Her eyes are open."

Hiccup would have grinned if he wasn't in such a panic. "So she's looking at herself! She can't move!" His neck cracked as he angled it to face the Doctor. The man was glaring fiercely at the statue, and Hiccup's stomach felt tight. The Doctor and the Angel had an unsettled past.

"You thought you could take him too," the Doctor murmured, his face narrow, dark, and pointed. "You're wrong. I don't make those mistakes any more."

Clearing his throat, Hiccup inched slowly away from the statue's outstretched hands. "How are we going to get it out of here?"

The Doctor's eyebrows scrunched together. "Well… I- we could- maybe…"

Hiccup blinked at the statue – how good blinking felt! He felt a bit stupid. Just a minute ago he was about to die, and here he was thanking God for his power to blink. Never would he take such basic bodily functions lightly again. He only had one idea. It was a stupid idea. But if the Doctor had no ideas, then a stupid idea was better than nothing. "Lasso?"

Silence.

"That is a stupid idea," the Doctor said.

Hiccup nodded.

"And it just might work."

Ten minutes later, after some scrounging around in previously unnoticed TARDIS cabinets and drawers, Hiccup was standing about seven feet away from the statue, holding a ridiculously long multicolored scarf in his hands. Hopefully the loop he had tied at the end was just large enough. The Doctor cast a doubtful look at it. He grumbled something about it coming in handy someday, then thrust the mirror at Hiccup. The teen positioned it in front of the statue's eyes and watched as the Doctor grabbed the scarf.

A long moment passed. The Doctor glared at the statue. Hiccup sucked in a breath.

"Yee-haw!" Yelping, the Doctor swung the lasso above his head. With one fluid motion, he cast it over the statue. Hiccup stared as it slowly descended onto the angel, almost too perfectly. As soon as the loop fell past the statue's hands, the Doctor yanked and the loop tightened to the monster's waist.

Hiccup breathed again. He relaxed.

"Hiccup, the mirror!" Hiccup jumped. The angel had moved. It seemed if possible even more menacing than usual, its mouth gaping wider, its tongue sticking out, its wings extended. Hiccup shoved the mirror in the angel's face. He heard the Doctor sigh in relief, but he could also sense the eye rolling.

"Sorry," Hiccup muttered weakly.

The Doctor inhaled slowly. "I'm going to need help tugging it out. Don't you move, I'll be back in a heartbeat."

The boy's heart jumped to his throat. "Doc!"

"Yes, Hiccup!" He could sense the exasperation.

Hiccup's knees trembled slightly. "The lights…" he murmured. Suddenly the Doctor appeared in front of him, taking the mirror from him.

"You go get help," the Doctor ordered. "I've dealt with the Angels before." He was trying to appear gruff, but the worried glance he cast at Hiccup gave him away.

Hiccup ran to the doors as fast as he could. The image of leaving the Doctor alone with the Angel in the TARDIS did not sit well with him.

A bright blue figure greeted him outside the door. At first, Hiccup had trouble remembering the TARDIS had translating abilities. Now he didn't even hesitate. "We need manpower. There's an Angel in there. We have to tug it out." The figure bobbed its head, six eyes lowering in acknowledgement.

It felt like forever before the figure returned, joined by four heavily armored others. Hiccup nodded at them and jogged into the TARDIS. He heaved a sigh of relief to see the Doctor, completely fine, standing in front of the still roped Angel and holding the mirror. The five figures wasted no time, sprinting to the scarf and grabbing it.

With excruciatingly loud shrieking and grinding noises, Hiccup and the blue figures tugged and struggled with the rope. The angel occasionally tried to move in the opposite direction whenever the Doctor struggled with the mirror. They finally pulled it out the door, but only when Hiccup felt his arms might fall off from pure exhaustion. Hiccup watched as the creatures began bustling about, ordering other figures about and slowly amassing an arsenal of fancy looking equipment around the Angel.

"They'll take care of it," the Doctor said, answering anything Hiccup could have asked. "They're very advanced creatures. There are a few ways to dispense of Angels." He glared at the statue. "None of which are quite inhumane enough." Hiccup shivered. After a whispered conversation with one of the blue figures, the Doctor pulled Hiccup into the TARDIS. The doors swung shut behind them and the two slowly walked to the console.

After a pause, Hiccup felt a laugh tumble out of his mouth. The Doctor stared at him.

Hiccup felt almost hysterical. He grabbed onto the console to steady himself as he laughed harder and harder. "You just- you just lassoed an angel."

The Doctor's stony, serious face melted away and he grinned widely. "I would make an excellent cowboy, partner," he crowed.