Hiccup laid awake in his bed. It had been almost a week since he had escaped from Outcast Island. The thought that they had left Mildew there made him feel sick. I owe him my life, and I left him there! Stranded! With the most dangerous, ruthless tribe in the world! Hiccup thought to himself.

He sighed. This thought had been heavily placed in his mind since they returned, and he just couldn't seem to shake it. Hiccup sat up, grabbed his metal prostatic, walked over to his cluttered desk, and started to draw up plans to save Mildew. Each one ending up being thrown into the corner of his room.

After a while, Hiccup gave up and placed his head into his hands. After he had sat that way for a while, he ran his hands through his hair, mussing it up as he looked over at Toothless sleeping on his rock in the corner. The dragon hadn't stirred from his deep slumber. Hiccup then looked out his window. The sun hadn't even come up yet. Good he thought as he silently walked out of his room. He needed go somewhere to think, somewhere open with fresh air. With it being so dark outside he could easily sneak out of the village without Toothless or any of his other fellow riders following him.

Hiccup was deep in the forest. He looked around and found a nice bolder to lean against and sat down. Leaving Mildew behind wasn't the only thing that was bothering him. He kept on thinking about what Alvin had said while they were on Outcast Island. Just what I would expect, from Stoic's little runt. The words still made him become flushed with anger.

For so long he was called names such as "Hiccup the Useless" and "Stoic's Little Embarrassment", and the fact that he was still being called these names made him mad. He clenched his fists and then released them, and his mad expression slowly turned into a sad one.

He sighed; he wondered if he was still sometimes thought of as his old nicknames. Surely not! He thought. He had saved everyone! He was looked upon with more respect these days! These thoughts cheered him up a little but not much. He wasn't one to gloat about himself, even if it was just to himself.

Hiccup started to think of the time that Snotlout had tackled him when he was little. Hiccup had tried to fight back, but was too weak. Eventually he gave up and Snotlout pinned him to the ground. Snotlout began to laugh, "I can't wait to see Stoic take away your chief position and hand it over to me!"

Hiccup turned his head as much as he could with Snotlouts weight on it so that he could look up at him. He looked slightly baffled by Snotlout's comment. "What are you talking about?" he squeaked.

"Wait… Stoic didn't tell you?" Snotlout let Hiccup up so that they could be face to face. Snotlout had an evil smirk on his face that made Hiccup backtracked a little. "If the heir to be chief is seen as unfit for leadership, it is placed upon the next closest relative available. In this case that would be ME!" Snotlout laughed evilly as Hiccup gained a shocked look on his face and ran into the forest.

They would never do that! Would they? The more he thought about it, the faster he ran. Finally he stopped, and dropped to the ground on his knees. I will have to prove myself! He thought. He curled up into ball and closed his eyes. Now I have a new thing to add to my list of why being cousins with Snotlout is a bad thing.

Hiccup shook this memory from his head. "I have proved myself! I am not going to lose my right to being chief!" he said aloud. It's just that i don't know if I'll be a good one is all he thought and sighed heavily. Soon Hiccup saw the sun poking through the trees above. Well better get back to the village. When he went to stand up he suddenly realized how tired he was. Too tired to stand up actually, so he leaned back once more a quickly fell deep asleep.

Back on Outcast Island

Alvin laughed evilly as he thought of all the damage he could do with his newly trained Whispering Death. "You've done well Mildew, but your job isn't done yet."

"What else is there?" Mildew asked impatiently "You know how to train dragons now."

"Yes but it took forever to train the Whispering Death. You will go back to Berk and you will learn new ways, faster ways, to train dragons, and you will go with out complaint I am sure." Said Alvin as he held up Fungus, Mildew's beloved sheep.

Mildew scowled. He look as if he was about to say something smart back, but quickly decided against it. "Yes Alvin, I will do as you ask."

"That's what i thought!" Alvin began to laugh evilly