Just a casulty, nothing more. You hadn't been an official member of the group but with all the battles you'd fought by their side, assuming to be a valued part didn't seem like such an overly absurd thing.

Until the battle came. The plan was cleverly developed—a raid on an enemy outpost for an all-or-nothing effort to get back the Dragoneye, knowing Viggo was going to be there.

Somehow, after Hiccup obtained the Dragoneye, Snotloud got himself shot down and captured, being used as a hostage to force the artifact's surrender. You rushed in to protect him, risking your own life. Hookfang set fire to the outpost and, while Snotloud made it out, you didn't. They left you behind, choosing between your safety and the Dragoneye, promptly retreating.

As you fought your way out of the outpost through debris, flames and smoke, the exit was finally visible. Your legs gave in, sending you crashing to the ground. Just then, a sillhouette blocked the exit.

"Such a cruel twist of fate. Your dear friends left you, didn't they?" A hand pushed up some half-broken, charred plank of wood, another one reached in to pull you out. Of course, you didn't immediately take the hand of your enemy. "They say a viking shows their true face in his last moments. Die for misplaced loyalty or take my hand."