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3rd person + Astrid + Alvin + Hiccup

a/u: if you want you can listen to this song at the start. I was listening to this while writing it.

3rd Person P.O.V

Alvin sat perched high on a rough, wooden chair before a large crowd of men dressed head to toe in glinting armor, armed with as many weapons as one could master and a strong fire raging within their eyes. The hall was inaudible but the atmosphere buzzed with agitation for the battle about to befall on them left the soldiers giddy with excitement as their fingers ached for the feeling of a sword impacting another and their skin tingled with a phantom feeling of thick, dark blood trailing down the metal armor. Within their full view, Alvin tapped his fingers, restlessly against the arm of the chair as a deceitful smirk laid across his scarred features. Savage stood by Alvin's side with an unyielding posture and static expression. His clear-eyed eyes regarded the large army at level with his feet on the platform but with every little movement his attention subconsciously traced back to Alvin.

"The time has finally come my men," Alvin's scratchy, deep voice echoed against the hard, chipped walls of the hall. "Our suffering has come to an end, we shall finally take Berk as our own and receive back what we had long ago lost as each and every one of us was exiled from wherever it was we came from, for what ever reason. Today we will mark the destruction of our enemies!"

Weapons were shaken above heads in the air as cheers and screams bellowed from the army men. Alvin sprung from the chair in a burst of enthusiasm, raising the blade of his sword over his head. The light glinted off the sharp metal, tracing the sides up to the needle sharp tip. Similar shimmering lights trailing over the roughly carved walls and ceiling giving the effect of a grand celebration yet Savage remained concealed to the side, watching with vacant eyes obscured by the inky shadows.

A guard stood on the opposite side of the celebrating men with arms crossed sternly over his chest and his legs spread beneath him. His sword swung slightly in his belt against his hip, the hilt of it sticking out of the sheath ready to be drawn out at any given moment. His sharp, focused eyes pinned his attention to his prey that lay in the bland shadows across the room unwilling to join in the celebration. He watched as Savage grasped a small object attached to his own belt that laid hidden beneath the cloth of his shrit. Savage crept along the side of the soldiers and exited through the grand door unnoticed by those who surround him. The guard pushed himself off the walls and shoved against the multiple bodies in a rush of footsteps and swishing of a cloak towards the hall door...

Astrid's P.O.V

I couldn't hear anything but the static in my head, I felt nothing but the numbness in my hands and I saw nothing but the darkness behind my eyelids. A cloud of confusion rested among my thoughts like thick cotton. I was paralyzed in a world of nothingness knowing that another awaited outside of my consciousness although the distance resting between it and I was far to great.

"Where-am-I?"

The words were fuzzy and static as I thought of them to myself. The gift of speech temporarily stolen.

And, as if someone had flicked a switch, a needle sharp pain branched through my skull. I could suddenly feel a light weight of a soft blanket draped over my body, I could hear the distant cheers of men somewhere far from me. The led-like feeling of my limbs rushed to me in an overwhelming outburst. Strange voices overran my thoughts and caged them together. I could feel a heavy weight pressing against my skull until it reached the point I thought it would split open. The right words for this pain did not exist in speech but in personal experience.

A door to my left swung open to make way for Alvin's large figure slightly struggling through the door frame. I reluctantly lifted my eyelids slightly to watch as Alvin maneuvered around the room to my side. I knew that there was nothing binding me to the bed but the pain throbbing through my skull made the thought of moving an almost impossible task. Alvin pulled up a seat beside the bed. I clenched my jaw and balled my hands into fists in hope of focusing on something other than the branching pain.