A/N:

Hello my dears! Here we are, another chapter of Dimensions. And, yeah, that is all I really have to say. Enjoy!
ToxicGirlfriend: Well here you go! Hopefully it gives you more of an idea of where he ended up.
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"That one?"

"For the last time… oh, that's exactly the one. My bad."

"Hiccup, I recognize these holes. Why didn't you tell me we were going to an island full of Whispering Deaths."

"Because I knew you would react exactly like this."

Hiccup jerked up as something monstrous appeared in his dream. "Scre-scre," he faltered off as he looked around. "This-this isn't my room."

The events of the day before rushed at him. He couldn't quite figure out if it was a dream or not. The lack of voices in his head seemed to confirm that either he was still in the dream or it wasn't one at all. He looked around for his brace, but couldn't find it.

"D-dad?" he called out, knowing he wouldn't be able to make it down those stairs, even with his brace. One too many tumbles taught him that.

He heard loud thudding as something ascended the stairs, confirming that yesterday's events indeed happened.

Stoick poked his head into the room, "Son? What are you doing still in bed?"

"Look, I don't know what happened or why the whole world is suddenly acting upside down. All I know is I can't even walk on this thing," Hiccup gestured to his bad leg, "without my brace, let alone try to navigate stairs.

"You've never had an issue before," Stoick calmly stated. "Why you specifically designed your leg…"

Hiccup burst out laughing, "Design a leg? Nobody can design a leg! Well, unless it is a fake one, which is a pretty ingenious idea. But impossible considering I have two perfectly real ones."

Stoick raised his eyebrows in shock at this last statement and made his way around the bed with Hiccup carefully watching. When he made his way to the other side, he lurched forward, jerking off Hiccup's left boot and pushing up his pant leg.

"Hey!" Hiccup cried out trying to push his dad away, but it was too late. The horrible mess of scars, burns, and gauze that made up his leg became visible.

Stoick stumbled back, bumping into a desk. "You-you aren't my son."

"Dad?" Hiccup questioned, a little put-off by his dad's reaction.

Stoick regained his bearings and pointed at Hiccup, "I don't know who you are and why you are pretending to be my son, but rest-assured, I've already sent a message to him and he will be here shortly. But you are a very poor actor. Not even knowing who Toothless is. Ha! And that girl down there, who is she supposed to be? Ruffnut? She hasn't said a word this whole time. As if Ruffnut could shut up for ten seconds."

Hiccup just sort of started at him, eyes wide. Stoick walked out of the room, leaving Hiccup in the bed with no way to leave.

A few minutes later, more footsteps came up the steps and in came, "Gobber?" Hiccup said in complete shock.

"Hello lad. I fixed this brace-thingy of yours," Gobber set the brace on the bed before taking note of Hiccup's still-exposed leg. "Odin's beard boy! What happened to you!"

"Gobber, you were there. Usual clumsy self. Tripped. Started a fire. Burned the forge down. You and I barely got out. Almost lost the darn thing. Sometimes I wish I did," Hiccup looked up at Gobber, praying that he did.

But alas, Gobber shook his head, "No lad. You did, in a dragon fight actually."

"I'm pretty sure that it's still here," Hiccup gestured to his leg. "Um, can you hand me my boot please?"

Gobber walked over to where it had been dropped by the desk and picked it up along with one of the notebooks on the desk. "Here you go lad. You aren't allowed to leave this room. Chief's orders. So do us all a favor and actually listen this time," as he said this, Gobber made his way over to the door and left. Hiccup pulled his boot back on and then looked over at the notebook laying next to his newly fixed brace. It laid there, almost taunting him. Hiccup looked away, trying not to think about it. Eventually, he peeked back at it and then let out a sigh of defeat. He reached over and picked up the journal and opened it…