Camicazi grinned happily. This was the best day ever. Hiccup looked behind him, nearly falling off the Windwalker.
"Do you have it?" Camicazi patted her waist and Hiccup turned, obviously comforted. A sword sat at her side, and she held it against Hiccup's present securely. Camicazi blushed as he reached back and patted her leg comfortingly.
"Seriously, Hiccup, I'm excited!"
"Well, I'm worried."
"There's no need! I don't think we need to worry about the rebellion anymore, do we?"
"You haven't yet thought of the Berserks."
"Hiccup. You're their KING!"
"I'm 15!"
"You are also their King." Camicazi saw a smile peek up Hiccup's cheeks. She adjusted her grip on his sides and let out a happy woot.
"It's exciting that we get to do this, at least. I'm glad you picked me."
"Well, Fishlegs can't exactly do this as well as YOU can."
"Don't you mean it's literally IMPOSSIBLE?"
"There's no impossible, only improbable." Camicazi rolled her eyes at Hiccup's line-feeding. He swooped down and landed lopsidedly on the cliffside. Hiccup grabbed her for support and she adjusted herself.
"Here we are, Cami."
"I can't believe we're back."
