Everything I Wanted

Pairing: HiccupXMaria[OC].

Rated M for Mature.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of HTTYD or the songs I may or may not use.

4: The Day It Happens

A young male of nineteen with auburn hair and green eyes sat at the table going over maps and notes from over the last two years. The month was October, five months before he would turn twenty. This young man had been awaiting for this since the day he left his former island and home. This young adult was none other than Hiccup Haddock and the time had come at last for him to return to Berk and fulfill the vow he made; the one where they would see just want he was capable of. So much time had passed since the day Hiccup departed from there with such a defined but entirely compiled plan to make sure no one would find him or suspect his motives of returning for revenge. Perhaps it couldn't be called that; Hiccup didn't want them to suffer; just see the truth about him and about the dragons they had a war with.

Hiccup knew their gentle nature and how to show others, he, after all, managed to get Dragon Trappers and Dragon Hunters on his side and were now his allies who worked for him. Not many could stand up to the man with a Night Fury who was his best friend, right? It worked out in the end, of course, this was only the beginning to Hiccup who sat in his office, carefully going over his plans to take over Berk and show them his truth.

"Daddy!" shouted a small voice. Hiccup looked up from his work to see the door burst open and reveal a five-year-old child that had black hair and blue-green eyes.

"Brant?" Hiccup asked as he moved back from the desk and picked the child up into his arms, planting the boy onto his lap. "What's wrong, son?"

"I'm bored. Uncle Viggo, Ryker, and Eret won't play with me," Brant whined. Hiccup chuckled a little as he kissed the top of Brant's forehead.

"Ah, son. Daddy has them working on important jobs right now. Remember? I told you we'd be moving to a new island soon," Hiccup informed as Brant frowned as his arms crossed over his chest, followed by a pout. Hiccup couldn't help but laugh lightly. "Tell you what, okay? Give Dad another fifteen minutes, and we'll take a flight on Toothless because he's getting antsy too. Sound okay?" he offered to his young son.

"OKAY!" Brant exclaimed happily as he got off his father's lap and hurried out to his room to get his flying gear. Hiccup smiled and shook his head before looking back to his papers that were scattered across the desk.

'I still can't believe it's been six months since I adopted him," Hiccup thought with a content sight. Yes, a lot had happened in two years such as him taking Brant as his son half a year ago. Hiccup thought about it often when he was alone; how things turned out after he took Toothless and left Berk.

=Hiccup's POV=

Yeah, I remember it like it was yesterday when in truth it had been two full years since I had left Berk with Toothless. I was now a father, well, adoptive one. Also, I had the Dragon Hunters and Trappers on my side. I showed them how dragons could be, but we still kept up the facade that they wanted to do their job titles so I could hide out and no one suspect I was pulling the strings. Though, I suppose if I'm going to tell you about the last two years, I should start from the day I left Berk.

It started with making the perfect plan to keep my father and the others from looking for me. Just after 3 am when the tide would come in a bit, I snuck down to Thor's Beach and untied one of the rowboats then shoved it off out to see knowing the sea would take it towards Hysteria, and Chief Tore's patrol ships would find it. All I placed in the boat was a letter that I knew the Tribe would get when they followed the clues I left, and I purposely left the dagger behind so they would think I took the boat off the island during the raid.

Cut to just after Snoggletog when Toothless and I had been island hopping based on what had what we needed to survive with. Little did we know we landed on Dragon Hunter Island, they worked closely with the Dragon Trappers for business purposes. Of course, me with caught riding a Night Fury managed to grab a lot of attention from them. I was taken to the leader of the hunters, a man called Viggo Grimborn where I also met his elder brother, Ryker Grimborn and then head of the Trappers, Eret. All the expected happened, questioned about why I was out on my own and riding the most feared dragon around. It's not like they could take me back to my father so, I told them the truth about being cast out for something that wasn't my fault. I explained everything that had happened from that moment, also that I wanted to show Berk the truth about the dragons.

When asked what truth, I suggested they give me a chance to prove what I was talking about and Eret said they should let me. The next day, I was with the three of them in their arena with wild dragons. It was relatively straightforward to calm the dragons to their passive state and show Viggo, Ryker, and Eret the bond between a human and dragon when the trust was given mutually when they acted as friends over enemies. From the point on, they wanted to aid in my quest. Even went as far to call me the dragon king and handed control of their Tribes to me after meshing them together. This made me their chief, had to admit it was a damn good feeling to be accepted. I just wished my ex-Tribe had done the same. I didn't fret. However, I would make the Hooligan's see one way or the other.

After all that was settled, I began teaching them how to bond and ride their dragons. Viggo bonded with a Monstrous Nightmare he calls, Flamewing. The elder brother, Ryker bonded with a Thunderdrum he gave the name of Tidalwave too. Finally, Eret bonded to a Rumblehorn he named Skullcrusher. I was chief of the Tribe and leader dragon trainer. We referred to ourselves as the Draconians. Silly name, but was better than Winged Riddaris, Sky Fliers, or Wind Riders. We worked with dragons, might at well call us after something dragon related. So once that was done, I worked on making sure the Hooligans wouldn't be on the watch for me. I had told my father in the letter; we might cross paths again. At the time, I needed to ensure he wouldn't find me before I was ready.

I took a rowboat and carved the Berk seal into the side, then pulled it out close to Visithug with Toothless and one of the Tribe's ships. I used a recently dead body which had died from illness, another hiccup like myself who didn't survive. I had Toothless mangle up the figure, then set things up so the Visithug Tribe would find it and get the clothes before the body sunk in a dragon attack. I know it was harsh, but it had to be believable that I was dead and wouldn't you know it that I planned that whole ordeal for the day of my birth. I know the Hooligan's thought I was dead for sure.

A year passed before my nineteenth birthday, I spent it with the Tribe and teaching them about dragons. We also traveled around to survey Berk from a distance on the backs of our dragons. The biggest thing I endured was just a little after I became chief of the Draconians; I faced off with Red Death. An enormous Stoker Class dragon that lived in the corona of a volcanic island, West of Berk. This thing was the ruler of those raiding dragons, and I defeated it. After that on recon missions to Berk, I noticed the Hooligans didn't get a lot of dragon attacks anymore. I overheard them talking about the day I left; the dragon raids hadn't been horrible; as in no more than fifteen dragons and once or twice every two weeks. It began to explain why the dragons followed Toothless and me when I left.

The dragons wanted to be free of Red Death. Toothless and I saved them, that's why they chose to be loyal to us. Now we come to how I became a father. Brant Raske is a little boy I adopted six months ago when I discovered him floating on some driftwood in the sea on an island patrol. I brought him back to Drake Isle, our base of operations for dragon rescuing and training. The Tribe healer assured Brant would be okay and wake up within a few days, so became real the following day. I learned that Brant was an outcast from the Uglithugs, thrown out for being different and no one wanted to care for him when his parents were killed in a recent attack between Murderous Island and Uglithug. It disgusted me to know that people could be so cruel.

I told him he could stay with us and the dragons, that I would be like an older brother to him but it changed one night when I put him to bed; he called me Daddy, and then the next day, I adopted him as my son, known as Brant Haddock. He's a good kid and loves dragons as much as I do. Brant even has young Deadly Nadder, male, the age is about nine with the name of Flarestrike who is very protective over Brant, and I'm grateful for that. So, yeah, that's everything of the last two years and the month I've been perfecting my project to take over Berk and show them who I am. It was going to be one hell of a time, and for the beginning of it, I will have to become something I'm not temporarily.

Here I am now checking maps and going over things I've put together over the course of two years. The day I left Berk, I said one day I'd be back. Tomorrow was that day; I had everything ready; that's why Viggo, Eret, and Ryker have been too busy to play with Brant, I have them preparing the ship for travel. All this stuff on my desk has been my created over the years; making the maps myself to show what lies beyond the boundary in each direction, and then also one large map I could fold up and put away in my armor that showed everything within the Archipelago. I'm ready to make my stance known to Berk and prepared to do whatever it takes for them to see all I wanted them to two years ago.

"Daddy! You promised!" my son called out. I chuckled and got up from my seat, pushing in the chair then giving a whistle to Toothless.

"Come on, bud!" I invited as Toothless got up from his place and hurried over for me to put his saddle on, then we exited the room as I saw Brant standing there wearing his harness with two clips that would hook to Toothless's seat, so Brant didn't fall off. I wasn't worried about me; I know Toothless will dive if I fall for any reason.

"Chief," I heard Ryker address and then saw him entering the room we were. "Status report, the ship is ready and loaded up with everything you instructed," he put an arm over his chest and gave a slight bow.

"Excellent. Is the rest of the Tribe prepared for travel on the secondary boats?" I inquired.

"Eret is overseeing that order, sir. Will there be anything further?" Viggo questioned while stepping beside Ryker and giving a bow as well.

"Briefing meeting when I return from my flight with Brant. Just with you three," I stated as I saw Eret join in line with Viggo and Eret. "Head to dinner for now. We'll join afterward,"

"Understood," the three males nodded as I climbed on Toothless's back and then picked up Brant, setting him in front of me and hooking his clip cables to the saddle. I patted Toothless's neck as he roared out and bolted into the sky through the air entrance/exit. Taking a morning and night flight was mine and Toothless's favorite thing to do, catching the sunrise and sunset every day was incredible, Brant loved it too. I would teach him how to fly when he got a little older; he was going to enjoy that freedom. I know I did. The flights lasted until the sun was completely up or down, after that we would return to Drake Isle.

This island was stationed where Red Death used to live, the one that sat just an hour and a half sail to Berk. Yeah, I picked my location well, and the best part is the ash and smoke from the volcano made it easy to hide us behind a wall of fog. Everyone always sailed by and we haven't been spotted in a year. This place also housed all the dragons we've rescued since I started chiefing for the hunters and trappers. If I had to take a guess, we had a thousand or more. I did love this place, but it wasn't home. I missed being on Berk and seeing everyone even though they treated me horribly and unfairly. I missed Gobber, always knew how to make me smile and ignore the others who put me down. It would be a shock for them to learn I never died.

(Twenty Minutes Later)

The flight ended as Toothless set down on the ground, and I unhooked Brant from the saddle. "Go on and eat, lil man," I told him as Brant hugged me tightly, "Love you, son," I returned it.

"Love you too, Daddy!" Brant replied and then rushed off down the cavern that led to an open room where everyone would eat. I dismounted Toothless, and we returned to my office which was another cave. My office doubled as my room, and Brant's was town the tunnel a bit more.

"Ah, welcome back, Hiccup," Eret greeted as I looked over to see Viggo, Ryker, and Eret standing at the entrance.

"Thanks. Come in, grab a seat at the table. This won't take long," I instructed while gathering up the map of Berk and notebook with it; it had all my notes about Berk since leaving. Infiltrating the island wasn't a difficult task when I used to live there. I would hide out in the cove and sneak around the village at night to listen in to conversations and get updates. When the three of them were sitting, I placed my stuff down and looked at them.

"What's the plan?" Ryker inquired.

"Get your sleep tonight because we strike Berk tomorrow morning during the raid at 6 am," I stated.

"Same as always, offer our assistance as hunters and trappers to gain entry?" Viggo asked.

"You got it. The docks are on the Eastern side of the island. From the water, you should be able to see the Great Hall. We're taking the main ship straight into port. I want the remaining four boats to stay back and wait for Toothless's signal to come forward. Also, the dragons will fly ahead to join the attack and make it bigger; I'm sure my father won't deny help from professionals. Then again, he's a stubborn guy so maybe not. If Plan A fails, we move to Plan B where I just reveal myself and stop the raid with Toothless, then move onto taking total control of Berk," I informed.

"Will they attack us when they discover you're the dragon master?" Eret wondered.

"Not with the looming threat of me bringing the dragons back to sink the island into the water. I'm sure they'll be much too surprised to find I'm alive and ride a Night Fury to do anything else but ask questions," I answered.

"Do you believe they'll submit?" Viggo questioned.

"I don't think they will have much choice with our Tribe at the ready and the dragons continuing to hover over the village," Eret reminded calmly as I nodded in agreement. "I finished getting the other ships ready, what is their purpose, chief? Can Berk support that many people?"

"I was curious about that myself, the hunters alone had two hundred and thirty members. Add that to Eret's eighty and...how many did Berk have?" Ryker pondered.

"One fifty, " I replied. "It's four-sixty, and Berk can handle it. Also, we're not all going. Main ship and crew, then four secondary ships with ten on each. The rest remain here, and there will be a switch out for guards once a week," I responded.

"Will sixty-five be enough?" Eret asked.

"Don't forget we'll also have one hundred dragons and Berk has never been raided with more than thirty-five at a time. They won't stand against a hundred or the threat of me bringing the rest of the Tribe and dragons from Drake Isle," I rolled my eyes. "It's been a while since they had a big raid. Right now, they get hit by fifteen or less twice every week. They aren't prepared for an attack of this magnitude and will be desperate enough to want help and do as told,"

"You know them well," Viggo smiled.

"I would say I need to know them this right or the plan would fail and I've worked too hard for it to go up in flames. They will learn not to judge someone based on appearance or personality," I remarked.

"Will our dragons be in the attack, Hiccup?" Ryker inquired.

"Yes, and Brant is to stay on the ship until I have the Hooligans in submission under my rule. Is that clear?" I asked.

"Crystal, Chief Hiccup. We won't let you down," the three men replied with firm nods.

"Perfect. That is all for tonight; I'm going to enjoy dinner with my son and prepare to turn in for the night. I suggest you do the same, tomorrow is the big day, and I want everything going according to plan," I stated sternly.

"It will, Chief. We'll make sure of it," Eret said, and the other two nodded again. I stood now, collecting my things.

"Good. I bid you gentleman a good night. Be up for 4 am, we sail at 4:30," I reminded before the three of them exited my office room and I took in a deep breath. This was it. I'd spent two years waiting for the day Berk sees what I'm capable of and come to regret their decision and tomorrow is the day it happens.