You've Gotta Be Kidding!

“GET'IM!”

That was the absolute last thing he wanted to hear. Spurred by a frantic desire to not end up in an armpit or under a dirty boot again, Hiccup wasted no time shoving the door open, skidding behind and attempting to slam it. It shuddered and warped as cursing pirates piled up against it, threatening to burst through the widening crack between it and the frame. Spinning around with fading hopes of bracing it, the young chief pushed back with everything he had, miraculously snapping it shut after a final heave.

Then a shout of complete surprise escaped him as a tarnished sword blade came poking through the wood at eye-level. He had just enough time to blink at it in shock before it was followed by another one by his right arm and side.

“You’ve gotta be kidding!”