Hiccup's POV

"FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!?"

Dad jerked his arm hard, causing me to fall to the ground just as hard. I grunted as I came in contact with the ground. I began scrambling to get up, but Dad's words made me freeze.

"You've thrown your lot in with him," he growled. "You're no Viking." He looked me up and down. "You're not my son."

I felt my heart break in half. I lost my best friend and my father, and Astrid would go against me to avoid getting in trouble, and the others would shun me out. I had nothing left, and I couldn't do anything to fix what had happened.

"Prepare the ships!" I heard Dad, um, Stoick, holler as he slammed the door behind him. It flew back open and I saw the other kids standing there, shocked. They must've heard everything. I stood up and bolted. I even ignored their hollers. I wasn't going to stick around for them to insult me, too.

As I ran into my house, I angrily kicked my shoes off and kicked them to the side. The flames from the fire crackled. I slowly headed upstairs to pack. I knew the moment Stoick was back, I'd be out of the house, but it might be better if I just left before then. Maybe I could sneak another dragon out, train it in the forest, and then fly away to a new life. It'd never fill the hole though, from where Toothless and embedded himself into my heart.

I threw some necessities into my satchel and got my traveling sack, beginning to fill it with my clothes and notebooks. I'd have to sneak into the forge later to grab my other books. I wrote everything about my training in there. I didn't want them to destroy that. Then I'd really have nothing left.

I started coughing and realized that small trails of smoke were sneaking in under my door. I opened the door and covered my mouth instantly as smoke flooded its way from the hallway into my room. Coughing, I grabbed a cloth, wrapping it around my mouth, and wandering down the hallway to the steps. I barely made it 2 steps down the stairs before I saw the house was becoming overrun by flames. My eyes widened and my heart began to beat in panic as I looked around for any possible escape. There wasn't.

Then my mind decided the worst was happening. The village - even Stoick - would be willing to burn a house down to kill a traitor. That's what this must be. They wanted me dead. But I wasn't going down without a fight.

I tripped rushing up the steps as the fire began to climb up the steps. I heard screaming and shouts from outside - but I couldn't make out the words. I could definitely make out my father's voice, though. That confirmed my suspicion. He wanted to see me suffer the consequences. I rushed into my bedroom, not caring to close the door. The cloth I was wearing was now soaking wet from the saliva that spit out from all of my coughing. I grabbed another one and curled into a corner, covering my mouth as best as I could with the new cloth. I could slowly hear the fire getting louder and louder as it continued to engulf the house. My heart began to beat faster. But I was determined not to scream or cry. I wasn't going to give those murderers satisfaction.

"HICCUP!"

My heart skipped a beat. That couldn't be ...

"HICCUP, WHERE ARE YOU!?"

It was.

"Stoick?" I coughed, but I barely made a sound.

Stoick's massive figure burst through the frame and his eyes scanned the room before they landed on me.

"Hiccup," he sighed in relief, then rushed over to the window. "MOVE THE LADDER OVER HERE! I FOUND HIM!"

Stoick rushed over to me and hugged me. "Oh, my boy."

I pushed him away. "I'm not your boy." I began having a coughing fit.

I was too weak to protest or fight back as Stoick gathered me into his arms and rushed to the window. Gobber had climbed halfway up the ladder. Stoick handed me to him, to handed me to Spitelout at the bottom. Other adults were holding the teens back. Spitelout tried to hold me still as my body racked from coughs.

"He's inhaled a lot of smoke," Stoick explained once he was on the ground. "I need all of my men working to put this fire out. Make sure it doesn't reach any other houses." Then he turned to the other teens. "Thank you." They nodded. I felt my eyes droop and didn't fight it as they closed and I passed out.

I groaned and my body shook as I felt myself come to. I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings.

I was in a ship cabin.

I shot up and out of the bed I was in, only to have my legs buckle and collapse on me. It was quiet for a moment before several pairs of feet shuffled towards the door. It opened to reveal Stoick, Astrid, and Gobber. Stoick smiled.

"Good, you're awake," he smiled. "Toothless has willingly led us to Dragon Island." He put a hand on my shoulder. "Now whaddya say we train these dragons?"

"But," I began, but Stoick stopped me.

"Hiccup, I refused to listen to you," he said, kneeling down to look me in the eyes. "I saw the worry in Toothless' eyes as we brought you onto the ship. It's made me open my eyes. I almost lost you, Hiccup." I stood there shocked as tears came to his eyes. "When your mother died in a dragon raid, you became all I had left of her. And I almost lost it." Stoick hugged me. "Will you ever forgive me ... Son?"

I looked over Stoick's shoulder to see Astrid and Gobber smile. I hugged him back.

"Of course ... Dad."