Sorry if there is any grammar or sentence structure mistakes. I'm my own beta reader, so it'll happen.

If anyone's wondering, Hiccup throwing up didn't have anything to do with his hammering. It was him running too much that caused his nausea; it just takes some time for the lightheaded and stomach turning to take place. That's what happens when you fall victim to a Banshee.

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Toothless touched down on the sand, landing on all paws, he let his wings drop and his rider jumped off. Hiccup walked over to the tide, but stopped and sat in the sand right at the edge of the water's fingertips. Every second they reached up onto the beach, only inches away from nipping Hiccup's feet. He hugged his legs towards his body and stared at the horizon.

Toothless walked up beside him and sat down on his butt. He looked into the sky, the sun nearing the fine line of blue and blue. He glanced over at Hiccup and cooed.

Hiccup breathed in, and then sighed. Looking down, deep in thought, he moved his eyes across the sand. He was nudged in the right shoulder by Toothless, his attention now redirected to him. Hiccup smiled and lifted his arm, petting Toothless' head and scratching his ears. Toothless eyes closed and he smiled a toothless smile.

"It's okay, bud. It'll pass." He said, mostly to himself though. "The nightmares aren't as bad now." Hiccup ceased the scratching and let his hand fall into hugging his legs again. Toothless brought in his once hanging tongue and blinked at his little Hiccup.

Hiccup leaned back and lay down in the sand, arms beside him and feet straight. Toothless lay down as well, curling up and puffing out a breath as he yawned. Hiccup dared to close his eyes, but just for a little bit…just a little…bit.

Running through the woods, the trees passing him in blurs; with each step it seemed like it wasn't enough, like he wasn't moving fast enough, or sometimes, not moving at all.

Move! Run! Go! He screamed to himself. He dashed through the brush, past another tree, leaping over a boulder, until—WHAM!

Something knocks into Hiccup's side and he's sent spiraling down to the ground. At least there was a ground there, as now Hiccup was free falling off a cliff. The ground was coming closer…closer…closer…until he hit—

Hiccup's body jolted awake, his eyes shooting right open as he grunted. Toothless opened one eye and raised one ear. Hiccup sat up and whistled a sigh, he glanced up at the horizon again, this time the sun was half way gone behind the blue waters.

How long was I asleep? He thought as he peered around him once more. His eyes landed on a small white figure laying in the sand to the left. He furrowed his eye brows and tilted his head in curiosity.

"Uh…?" he got up, Toothless lifting his head, and walked over towards it. As he got closer the figure took the shape of a flat round disc. Hiccup knelt on his knees and gently picked up the disc. But it wasn't a disc, there was a rounded star etched into its surface with a few oval shaped holes around it.

"A sand dollar!" he exclaimed. "I remember Trader Johann talking about these." He flipped it, once, twice, examining its shape, the colors, the "doodles" of a star. It was mostly white, but a little bit of gold was splashed on the opposite side and around the edges.

"Hey Toothless!" Hiccup called to his dragon, getting up off his knees and running back over to Toothless. "Look," he stretched out his hand and showed Toothless the white treasure. Toothless tilted his head and sniffed the item. "It's a sand dollar. Apparently they bring you good luck. Not necessarily a good luck stone, but one of same I guess." He held it up at the sun, blocking it in his field of vision. "Come on, let's go back and show everyone else." He hopped onto Toothless' saddle; Toothless stood up, raised his wings and was off into the sky.


Stoick walked down to the forge hoping to find Hiccup there. Upon arriving, however, he was met with an empty sight. He sighed and bowed his shoulders, but raised them again when he heard a Night Fury calling echoing outside.

Toothless landed right at the entrance to the forge; Hiccup leaped off with a white disc in his hands. He walked up to his father, eyes still placed at the object in his hands.

"I've been looking all over for you, son." Stoick glanced down at the object Hiccup was so fixated on. "What do have there?"

"It's a sand dollar." Hiccup held it out, "I found it on the beach." Stoick picked up the dollar and flipped it a couple times, eyes squinted as he thought.

"Hmm, don't they bring good luck when you find one?" He asked, handing back the sand dollar.

"That's what Trader Johann said." Hiccup replied, taking his treasure back into his hands. He walked into the forge and placed the dollar on an empty shelf for the time being. After he was sure it'd be safe up there, he went back to the table and continued on the project before; picking up the hammer and hammering the rest of the nails in. As soon as he was done, he grabbed a large piece of cloth and laid it out over the square, measured, then flipped it so that the square was on top of the cloth. He folded the ends and nailed the cloth to the wood.

Stoick came up to him, "What'cha working on?"

"Bucket asked me earlier today if I'd make him something to paint on. Apparently he used up all of our shields and still has loads more of artistic genius." Hiccup replied. Stoick laughed heartily.

"Yep, that's Bucket for ya. And you're making this for him? Why uh-why is there no middle?" he asked pointed to the emptiness behind the cloth.

"Well I figured it'd absorb the paint more and not smear as much if it got wet. And…" He lifted it up so it was placed vertically. "If I put a screw here," he pointed to the left side of the wood, "another here," he pointed to the right side of the wood, "and a fiber wire here," he pointed to the area in between, "we can hang it without seeing the wire."

"Hmmm," Stoick replied. "Why is it square?"

"It's a lot easier to construct a square then a circle, dad." Hiccup replied casually.

"Haha, true, very true." He looked outside and saw the light fading away. "Come on, food's waiting in the Great Hall for ya." He waved Hiccup to follow him.

He finished up the canvas and reached up for his sand dollar. "Coming,"


Chit chatter was moving from Viking to Viking, most having eaten already, as they talked, gossiped and informed. Evidently, some conversations were about Hiccup, nothing bad, just some ideas of his health and opinions on the Banshee.

Stoick and Hiccup walked into the commotion, Hiccup carrying a large square canvas in one hand and his sand dollar in the other. Stoick took the lead and guided the two through the crowd and up to the throne were Gobber and other older Vikings lingered.

As the two passed, a woman talking to a man, smiling and laughing at his joke took notice of them and said hello.

"Hello, chief." Stoick smiled and nodded, continuing forward.

"Hi Hiccup." She said, Hiccup smiled and said hello back. The lady turned her head back to the man she was talking to when the chief and heir left.

"…Neh, nothing to worry about." Mulch replied to Sven's question on the progress with the livestock. "We had help from Stoick this morning…" Mulch glanced to his left, "speaking of whom, here he is." A chorus a 'hey's broke and the men greeted each other.

"Bucket," Hiccup called, getting Bucket's attention.

"Hey! My little, thing-y…!"

"Canvas," Hiccup corrected him and handed possession of it over to Bucket.

"Yes, that. I'm going to go paint on it right now!" he said with a heartfelt smile and left the group.

Astrid squeezed her way through the crowd and grabbed Hiccup's arm.

"I'm going to steal him now." She said as she smiled at the adults and playfully dragged Hiccup into the crowd and out of view. She let go after they were out of view of everyone and allowed Hiccup to re-balance himself.

"Eh, Astrid," Hiccup said as he held his head, "don't tug me threw a crowd too fast."

"Sorry," she said smiling and chuckling.

"Oh, hey; look what I found." Hiccup handed her the sand dollar.

"What is it?" she asked as she took it gently into her own hands.

"It's a sand dollar. They say it brings good luck."

"Ha, well it's a good thing you found it, because you definitely need luck." Hiccup smiled and chuckled at her joke. She smiled back and handed him his treasure. "Come on, the others are over here." The two walked towards the benches. "Aren't you hungry?" Astrid asked.

"Oh, most definitely…" Hiccup replied.


The waves banged against the wooden bows of the small Berserker ship; barnacles lined on its edges. Five armed Berserker soldiers stood straight and alert while their leader peered over the horizon.

"Dagur," one said approaching and standing firmly beside him. "We are approaching Berk soon. We'll probably make sight first thing in the morning."

"Good, good." He replied. The guard left and Dagur continued to stare out into the night sky. He twirled a knife in his left hand, his right bandaged up.

If Hiccup refuses…

I call war…

If Hiccup complies…

I call war…

If Hiccup looses…

I call war…

Either way, Hiccup dies

He sang in his head as he smiled at the thought.