OK, I know I haven't worked on this one in a while, but I was thinking over Astrid meets Camicazi and now I'm going to write more! And possibly Fishlegs and Fishlegs in this chapter too, or maybe I could do that in the next ones... I'll see how it goes, just bear with me :D

Little Hiccup slept in his counterpart's bed that first night, his minute dragon with him. Toothless the Night Fury and his Hiccup slept downstairs by the fire, that Hiccup covered by Toothless's wing. Astrid had gone home for the evening, recounting to her parents the weirdness of today. They probably wouldn't understand it anymore than Hiccup did now, but hey. Tomorrow was a new day.

And tomorrow started, not with the usual Terror sing-song, but with metal clashing and someone chatting nineteen-to-the-dozen and bellowing insults. Chief Hiccup ventured out, still half-asleep, to see a very tiny blonde mess dashing about with a sword, stealing underpants, belts, helmets and weapons as though she could faze in and out of the twenty or so fully-grown muscular Vikings. The metal clashing sounds were coming from her sword-fighting with said big, strong Vikings. She made continous comments on the swordplay, their appearances, the weather, what she had for breakfast, all without drawing breath.

"Hey!" Hiccup called, voice hoarse from sleep. He cleared his throat and tried again. "HEY!" He spotted Astrid from the corner of his eye. She threw him a spare sword and readied her axe. Together, they ran in, seperating the wild blonde creature and a bewildered, pantless Viking. "Can-we-just-put-the-swords-down-please?" Hiccup asked between jabs, slashes and cuts.

"Not until I get answers! Nice sword by the way, I'm surprised your noodly arms could lift it. Say, my mother has an axe like that, they're good for lopping heads off, like this for example." Somehow Astrid lost her axe and Hiccup nearly lost his head. Another small figure jumped in just in the nick of time, tackling the small girl. "Hey! Get off me, you snot-nosed, barnacle-brained, rat-eating sewage catastrophe! Oh, hi Fishlegs. How's it going?" This other figure, a tall-ish stick of a boy, untangled his limbs and shakily got his feet, adjusting some weird appartus on his face- two sticks with circles of some clear material. They reminded Hiccup of a very scaled down version of Astrid's long-lookers.

"Did she... did she just say your name was Fishlegs?"

"Yes. I am Fishlegs of Nowhere and this is Camicazi, heir to the Bog-Burglar tribe."

"Bog-Burglars?" Hiccup repeated.

"I redirect my half-wit comment to you, dear fellow." The blonde child was on her feet now and, since she was no longer moving, Hiccup could see she was barely waist height and probably weighed more than he did, considering she weighed down with rope, axes, swords, knives, a few helmets- one of which he recognised as Snotlout's- and a belt made entirely of pouches and pockets. "Now, before I cut you from your grub-gobblers to your warbler, where is Hiccup?" Astrid was torn between laughing at the girl and Hiccup's complete gob-smacked expression, biting her lip to stop herself from snickering. "Boy slightly taller than I am, red hair, has a little green dragon with him and often speaks in stupid noises that he insists is a language. Does any of that ring a bell or should I find someone who has a few extra brain cells to talk to?" Camicazi looked Hiccup up and down. Astrid elbowed him.

"Right, right... um... well, hello, welcome to Berk, please return everything you've stolen, the Hiccup you are looking for is back at my place, probably still asleep. That kid looked like he hadn't slept for a month."

"You've seen Hiccup?" The boy, Fishlegs, brightened. "Is he alright? Was Toothless with him?"

"Yes. And... yes? Hold on, I'm completely lost-"

"I suggest you invest in a map then. By the way, who are you and did you say Berk?"

"I'm... I'm Hiccup too. Not the number two, I mean too as in as well. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. Um, this is Berk, yes, this is Astrid and... correct me if I'm wrong, but you're Fishlegs and you're... Camicazi, was it?"

"Correct!" Camicazi beamed.

"One second! RIDERS!" Hiccup yelled. They were there within seconds. "Fishlegs, this is Fishlegs. You've a double too." The contrast between the two Fishlegs' could not have been greater. Snotlout fumed and snatched his helmet back while the twins marvelled at the little pest, probably pondering the thought of hiring her to their mayhem. "Lout, could you run back to mine and find the other Hiccup- I'll explain all later, I promise, just... other Hiccup. And his little green dragon. Watch out that dragon, he's a tricky one. Twins, will you... no, don't even think about it."

"Too late." Tuffnut smirked. "Hey, kid. We, as investors of tricks and trouble," he gestured at himself and his sister, "have decided to give you the once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity to be out lucky apprentice! We shall teach you the ways of Loki himself, what do you say?"

"I say you should put some pants on, m'boy. It may get a bit drafty." Tuffnut looked down to see his trousers about his ankles. He pulled them up, leaving his underwear on show at the back.

"I've changed my mind. Due to the sheer disresepct shown to the obvious professionals, you are dismissed. We bid you, adieu." The twins sauntered off, Tuffnut with his head held high and his pants not so held high.

"Oh gods..." Hiccup rubbed at his face tiresomely. "OK, everyone, back to work! Any missing belongings will be returned to you over the course of the day!" Astrid took her axe back. Snotlout returned with the other Hiccup and both Toothless's.

"Fishlegs! Camicazi! What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you, dummy!" The other Fishlegs laughed, tackling the other boy in a hug. "Why did you go off on your own? You know we're a team, Thor blind you, Hiccup!"

"Hey, calm down. No Berserking on this island, please."

"Wait, Berserking? What? Ooh, I feel the headaches coming on already."

"Welcome to my life." Astrid said, juggling her axe. "Camicazi. You seem the most level-headed-"

"Oh, you would say that."

"-how about I show you around and you can tell me what the heck is going?"

"Oh no, you're not breaking us up. Do you know how hard it is keeping track of this nutter?" She jabbed a finger at her red-headed friend. "I swear to the gods, his held is filled with kelp and mush. Oooh, you wait until you get back to Berk. The proper Berk. Your dad is going to flip like that soup bowl at Norbet's place."

"How about we all go for a walk?" Big Hiccup suggested. "That sounds like a good idea. Fishlegs- no, not you, that one. You coming too?"

"Yes. This is extraordinary, we've all got doubles! I need to know why!"

"Ugh, nerd." Camicazi snorted. Astrid was starting to like this kid. "Well, let's go for a walk and holy mother of Odin, what is that?" She had spotted the Night Fury. A dragon unwound itself from her waist, a long dragon that could apparently change colours. Hiccup felt his heart skip a beat when it started talking in Norse. "Oh, yeah. This is my hunting dragon, Stormfly. She's a Mood-Dragon, that's why she changes colours." Little Toothless had gone a bit red around the horns and was flapping fairly closely to this new dragon. Astrid whistled and her own Stormfly arrived.

"This is my Stormfly, she's a Deadly Nadder."

"I've never seen that type of Nadder before." Little Hiccup inspected. "But that might make Camicazi your double."

"Ooh, things are going to get really interesting now!"

"And painful." Older Hiccup rubbed at his forehead. "OK, OK, let's... let's have this walk. See if it straightens anything out?"

"Right." Little Fishlegs agreed. "First question- where is your foot?"