No Way Out(A HTTYD Love Story Part 12)

“I love Saturdays.” Hiccup said as he stretched out in the sun, “There’s no school, and it’s a busy day for Snotlout.”

“You just don’t like your cousin.” Carstella accused.

“No,” Hiccup defended, “I like you, I just don’t like him.”

She rolled her eyes and watched the others come in from the wave.

“Stell, you should be out there.” Tuff said as he came up, “The waves are amazing today.”

Carstella smiled, “Thanks, Tuff, but I don’t really feel like it right now.”

“You’re missing out!” He called as he ran back out to the ocean.

“I thought you liked surfing.” Hiccup said.

“I do.” She told her cousin, “But I’m used to cold waters and stormy seas.”

“Where did you live before this? How did you live?” Hiccup asked.

Carstella was about to reply but she was cut off.

“Sorry I’m late.” Fishlegs said as he came walking up, “I had to finish marking some essays.”

“Oh, hey Fishlegs.” Hiccup said as the blonde sat down.

Carstella waved.

“Were they bad?” He asked.

“Oh, Hiccup.” Fishlegs started, “War is bad. Death is bad. Burnt toast is bad. These were catastrophic! It’s like they aren’t getting a word I’m saying.”

“I’m sure they are.” He assured the blonde, “You know how bad we were back in the day.”

“Good point, but still!” He argued.

“Would an ice cream make it better?” Carstella asked.

“It would actually.” Fishlegs said with a smile.

“Hiccup?” She asked.

“I’m good thanks.”

Carstella nodded and stood up, brushing off sand before heading over to the beach concession.

She got a chocolate cone and two soft drinks, before paying and heading back.

She handed the cone to Fishlegs and a root beer to Hiccup.

“You know my favorite flavor!” Fishlegs exclaimed as he stared at the beauty, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” She assured as she took a drink of her own sprite.

They watched the waves and made conversation until the others were done for the day.

“That was awesome!” Ruff exclaimed as they walked down the street to the parking lot to Astrid’s car, “I could have sworn that last wave was going to swallow me whole!”

“I wish it did.” Tuff grumbled, “That would have been really awesome.”

“Calm down, both of you.” Astrid warned as she slid her board onto the roof of her car, “We don’t want a rerun of last time.”

“Sorry.” They apologized at the same time.

Astrid rolled her eyes and secured all their boards on the roof, before phone went off.

“Yeah? . . . I’ll be right there!” She quickly put her phone in her pocket, “Sorry guys, emergency just came in, I’ll drop off your boards when I’m done!”

“Be careful, Astrid.” Fishlegs told her.

“I will.” She assured.

“Be safe.” Hiccup said and gave her a kiss.

“I will.” She said as she climbed into her car  and left.

“So what now?” Ruff asked snapping Hiccup back to reality.

“Astrid had an idea, but.” Fishlegs didn’t finish his sentence.

“We could go on a hike.” Carstella offered.

“Not in flip-flops, Car.” Ruff told her, “Let’s go to the shopping alley!”

“I do need more stationary.” Hiccup said to himself.

“And I want to check out the book store.” Fishlegs added.

“To the alley!” Ruff exclaimed.

“Thanks but no thanks,” Tuff said cutting through his sister’s banter, “I’d rather be used as a battering ram.”

“What are you gonna do when you get a girlfriend and she always wants to go there?” Ruff questioned.

“She wouldn’t.” Tuff assured.

“And how can you be that sure?” She demanded.

“Because I’m not into high maintenance, girly girls. That’s how.” He said with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Fine!” Ruff exclaimed, “We’ll go without you, come on Car.”

“Actually,” Carstella said softly, “I don’t much like shopping either, I think I’ll hang around with, Tuff.”

Ruff just looked at her unimpressed, “Fine. But when he gets all weird with you, don’t come crying to me.”

Ruff stalked off towards the alley, Hiccup and Fishlegs shooting apologetic looks before following her.

“So what do you want to do?” Carstella asked Tuff as she watched the others disappear down the street.

“Movie madness.” He said.

Carstella cocked her head to the side asking for an explanation.

“We watch movies all day.” He answered.

“Can we order chinese food too?” She asked as they started towards her apartment.

“Whatever you want.” He told her with a laugh as he entangled his fingers with hers.


Alvin looked at the pictures in front of him in disbelief. There was no way this was her.

“According to an original birth certificate from her family’s doctor,” Savage explained, “She was born with red eyes. Her father must have gotten her contacts to change the colour to be less recognizable.”

Alvin nodded and continued to stare at the picture. He knew it was easy to get a hair cut, and even easier for a girl to change her part. But he knew the difficulties of getting a untracable nose job, and even more difficult to get untraceable tattoo removals.

“She must have been planning her escape for a while.” Savage commented.

“Or she had help.” Alvin said as he looked at some of the pictures. She was almost always with the same group of people.

“I’ll look into plastic surgery and tattoo removals and try to line them up with out going plane tickets.” Savage told him, “See if we are in the right place after all.”

“While you’re at it.” Alvin said as he picked up a picture on the table and handed it to his underling, “Look into getting a hold of this boy, see if he can help us at all.”

“Yes sir.” Savage said as he took the photo and left.

When the door shut Alvin opened that drawer again and pulled out the photo.

He compared it to the best full body shot his spies managed to get on her.

The height was the same, the build, the torso to legs ratio, the head shape. What wasn’t right was the nose and the eyes. Two of the most distinguishable pieces on a human face. And he knew that she knew that.

“You are the prettiest girl in the world, surrounded by people who care for you.” Tuff said with a smile.

“Now what does it actually say?” Carstella asked.

“I just told you.” Tuff defended.

“Mmhmm.” Carstella hummed not believing him.

“It is.” Tuff said smugly, “Can you read Chinese?”

“No.” Carstella said with a smile, “And neither can you.”

“What are you talking about?” Tuff laughed, “I can, it’s right in front of me.”

“There’s no such language in the world as Chinese.” She told him and placed a light kiss on his lips as she snatched the paper from his hands, “They speak Mandarin, Cantonese, depending on where you go there’s Portuguese, Mongolian and English.”

“Have you ever been to China?” Tuff questioned with a cocked eye brow, “Have you spoken to anyone from there?”

“I’ve visited China many times as a child with my father, I’m actually fluent in Mandarin.” Carstella told the blonde as she looked at the paper, “Your life is about to change.”

“What are your lucky numbers?” Tuff asked.

Carstella bawled up the paper and tossed it on the coffee table, “I don’t believe in luck.”

“Fate?” Tuff asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.




“Santa Clause?”


“Never mind.” Tuff said and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Carstella placed a hand on his head in an attempt to return the hug in her awkward position, but couldn’t shake off an eerie feeling she’d been having the past little while. It was almost like someone was watching her every movement.

“Tuff!” She squeaked when she felt his hand under her shirt on her stomach.

“That’s my name, baby.” He said cockily, only to get shoved off the couch and pounded with a nearby pillow.

Dagur and his group were loitering around a convenience store in the shopping alley. His friends were trying to decide what to do today, and Dagur shot ever idea they came up with down. His mind was on dark haired, red eyed girl he hadn’t seen in a few days.

He felt weird about her. Like she was some kind of drug that he wasn’t able to drop no matter what rehab he got. As much as he wanted her under him red, naked and moaning he’d have been content having her at his side right then.

“Excuse me.”

Dagur snapped back to reality and glared at the man who addressed him.

The older man standing before him stood tall and proud in a pitch black suit, black sun glasses, and had black hair.

“What?” Dagur snarled.

He man pulled out a business card and handed it to the red head, who skimmed over it. He was with the F.B.I.

“I would like you to come with me.” He said politely to Dagur, “My supervisor would like to talk to you.”

“About what?” Dagur snapped.

“He never disclosed that information to me.” The man told him.

Dagur just glared up at the man, and then realized his situation. This suit wasn’t the only one in sight. There were two across the street, one looking at books in the shop next door, two browsing in the convenience store behind them, one sitting on a bench not too far from them, and three around a hot dog stand. Ten in all.

“Could you at least tell me who your supervisor is?” Dagur asked as politely as he could.

“That’s classified.” The man told him.

Dagur took note of some of the other suits starting to make their way over to them.

“Alright.” Dagur agreed with a sigh, “I’ll go with you.” He turned his attention to his crew, “You guys do whatever.”

The man in the suit lead Dagur out of the alley and into a black Chevy equinox.

“How is that romantic?” Carstella asked at the end of Titanic.

“I don’t know.” Tuff replied, “I thought it was a good idea, but now I realize it was just a wast of four hours.”

“Agreed.” Carstella then looked up at the blonde, “What is considered romance anyway?”

Tuff blinked at the question and looked down at the brunette laying on top of him, “Well,” He started and thought for a second, “Romance, is, like, sweet words, mushy over the top scenarios, candles, roses, expensive dinners and wine.”

“Please don’t ever be romantic with me then.” Carstella told him, “Tell me what you feel straight out, keep things simple, candles are fire hazards and dinner doesn’t have to be expensive in the least.”

“What about wine?” Tuff asked in disbelief at what he was hearing, everything he’s known about romance was being debunked by the brunette.

“I prefer tea.”

“And roses?”

Carstella made a face, “I hate roses.”

“What flower do you like then?”

Carstella thought for a second, “Protea.”

Tuff looked at her weird.

“They’re sometimes called sugar bush, I think.” Carstella informed.

“You’re a sugar bush.” Tuff teased.

“Thank you.” Carstella smiled.

“I never knew the F.B.I. worked in a such a lavish place.” Dagur said sarcastically as he was led through a fancy hotel lobby towards the elevator.

The man didn’t say anything as he pressed the button.

Dagur just looked around bored. He knew for sure that this guy wasn’t working for the government, and that he somehow got himself wound up in some complex scenario he wouldn’t be able to get himself out of easily. Either that he was about to be had.

They rode up to the top floor in silence, and walked down the hall until they came to dark double door. The man knocked and a gruff voice on the other side called for them to enter.

He pulled out a key and entered the room, Dagur close behind.

“I’ve brought who you’ve asked for sir.”

“Leave us then.” The man sitting behind the desk told him.

The man left the room, leaving Dagur alone with head honcho of this place.

“Alright, if this is some kind of prank or gag, you got your laugh now bring out the cameras.” Dagur told him.

The man turned around in his swivel chair to face the red head.

The first thing Dagur noticed was the thick beard on the man’s chin, and a bushy moustache that looked more like a cater pillar than facial hair.

“You must be Dagur, I’m Alvin.”

Dagur then recognised a faint accent that he couldn’t put his finger on where it was from.

“What do you want from me, Alvin?” Dagur basically snarled as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans and hunched forward a bit, unamused with the situation.

Alvin motioned for Dagur to come forward as he put down a folder on his desk.

Dagur eyed it apprehensively as he slowly made his way to the desk, glancing between Alvin and the envelope.

He carefully opened it to see a black and white picture of a little while ago when he talked to Carstella just outside of her apartment.

Dagur’s green eyes shot up to meet Alvin’s brown ones.

“You know her.” Alvin said smugly to the red head.

“What do you want with her?” Dagur snapped as he straightened up.

“I’m trying to see if she’s the girl I’ve been looking for.” Avlin explained, “But at the same time, I can sense you like her so why don’t you keep going before you say anything else I might not like.”

Dagur just glared, but went through the pictures non the less.

Walking with Hiccup and the others, sitting and talking with them, eating with them, getting groceries, going to the library, walking down the street with the male twin holding hands, exiting the gym- wait a second!

Dagur snatched up the photo of the brunette holding the hand of the male twin friend of Hiccup as they were walking alone together on the street heading for her apartment.

“There’s more like that.” Alvin told him with a smirk.

Dagur flipped through more, she was heading into another apartment, one of the occupants’ name was Thorston, walking behind the bid group with the male.

Then he recalled seeing the two of them sitting together on the bench in the shopping alley, and her words at the library.

Dagur filled up with rage, she’d been playing him for a fool!

“What do you want to know?” Dagur asked the black haired man opposite to him.

Alvin smiled at the boy across from him, he’d been right to ask about him.