AN: Hey guys and girls, it's me again. Here's yet another chapter for the story, mainly because I want to continue with my other one but I feel obliged to switch between them while uploading. :D

Enjoy!

The mental battle that was raging in hiccups mind was certainly a interesting one, he could grab the chance to learn more about the village and maybe even about his father, but he could also screw it up and reveal his secret. It was a battle between what he wanted and what was good for him. He could just leave, pack up, never to be seen again, he would return, just after a few years when this mess would have been sorted out. He decided to use a trick that he was thought by the great white king of the nest. "Listen to your heart." He would say, and Hiccup was sure about it, he knew what he had to do if he wanted to calm this internal struggle, he'd go and he would have dinner at Stoick's.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

The rest of the day went by smoothly for Hiccup, he made quite a lot of sales, as was expected for a village constantly in need of replenishing his weapons. Afterwards, he and Gobber sat down to discuss their prosthetics, Hiccup showed him that he had a foot for normal walking and a foot for slippery grounds. He slipped the part about the hidden knife and lock picks inside the prosthetic. Then it was Gobbers turn, it was quite smart what he had, a simple yet sturdy mount, with countless attachments, he had a mace, a sword, a axe, a toothpick, hammer, tongs, torch, luke, for Thors sake the guy had a egg beater for his prosthetic.

After their little 'Guy time' Hiccup noticed that the sun was slowly making its way down toward the seas, as most villagers made their way towards their homes or the mead hall he decided that he would visit the chief. He stored his weapons away and said a quick goodbye to Gobber, he wasn't in Berk for a day and he already made friends, he also made enemies if he would count the angry blonde girl but he decided against that. He walked through the village getting some greetings from some of his customers. He noticed a man repairing a fence with one of his hammers, and a bit further a woman was gutting fish with one of his knifes.

He walked up the staircase leading towards the house of the chief, a total of 22 steps carved out of solid rock. When he reached the top he took a quick glance over the village, no wonder the chief build his house here, the view was amazing. He shook the amazing view off as he turned around to face the door again, he calmed himself before knocking twice. He was hoping to knock a third time but his hand didn't connect with the door. In front of him stood the chief, a smile plastered on his face. "Come in lad. I figured you'd be coming soon." He said with a chuckle. "Y-yea, can't leave a chief waiting can we?" Hiccup replied as he walked into the room, the fire was already burning and there was something on the top of it.

Hiccup walked over towards a small table that stood just a little bit away from the door. He unsheathed the knife on his arm and placed it on the table, afterwards followed his sword, inferno, and one of his hidden knives that he kept underneath his leather leg guard. Stoick was watching with great pleasure, the boy had manners and guts, laying his weapons away when meeting a chief, then he saw the hands of the boy move upwards, towards the strange helmet. In one swift motion the boy pulled the helmet from his face, and set it down on the table.

Hiccup turned around to face Stoick. "Shall we?" he asked. "Yes, let's eat!" Stoick said happily, his little scheme worked, he now knew this man's face, and he intended on knowing his real name too by the end of the night. He had arranged a nice meal consisting of a fish soup that he and his wife used to make, mainly he, since his wife was a warrior in the kitchen, followed by honey deer, something so delish, it was usually kept for thing like celebrations and special events, followed by potato pie, something his wife tried one day and he improved it.

He motioned for his guest to sit across from the fire from him, well fire, it was mainly some burning embers so that the cooking could be done. A large cauldron was suspended above the fire, the soup was quietly boiling inside it. Stoick handed a filled bowl to his guest, who gladly accepted it. Although Hiccup went to eat something earlier that day, he never got to finish his meal, thanks to those nosy pricks called teens.

They ate quietly, as Hiccup was finding a place where he tasted this delicious soup again, he wasn't sure when, but he did remember it was a lot less tasty. Stoick finished his bowl first, and had never been known for subtlety. "So, I'm not planning on calling you by a fake name the entire evening, 'Ryder'." He said with a straight face. Hiccup heard every single word of it, he knew that this was the meaning of the little 'visit', so, half in curiosity, half in recklessness, he decided that only good would come from it if he spilled the beans now. "Well Stoick, I believe you make a very fair point, it's only fair for a host to know his guest. As you already knew the name isn't Ryder, it's actually Hiccup."

Stoick paled, not because he didn't expect the answer to come so quickly, but because he knew that name, he had been thinking about it for every single day, for the last 20 years, Hiccup. It was a strange coincidence that this man would also have that name, this man, with brown hair, like Valka, with the emerald green eyes that ran in the Haddock family, he couldn't be, could he? There was no way. "I'll grab the second dish." He excused himself as he walked towards the spit with the piece of deer. He cut off some slices on a plate and handed one to Hiccup.

Hiccup was first to take a bite and he gently chewed on the meat, being in pure ecstasy as the sweet, honey tasting deer meat moved through his mouth. Meanwhile, Stoick was thinking furiously, how could he know if this was his son, how could he find out the truth about what happened, did his wife escape from the dragon? And why didn't she come back? Maybe the dragons dropped the baby and someone found him? But how could he still be called Hiccup?

Stoick was fishing for every single piece of information he had about his, presumably dead, son. 'Fated to be a great leader.' 'Strong and courageous.' 'Only if he survives his first winter.' He couldn't think of anything usefull, the elder only predicted things about him that were either unclear or not usefull. But then he remembers something the healers said about some other baby.

'A haddock, that she will become'

'Will beat you first, for he is strong.'

'He roams the land and has no plan,'

'to settle down and be your man.'

That's it, to discover if he really was his son, he would be the first to beat her. This is great, he would just have to get him to fight her and see who the winner was, and by viking law, she would be destined to marry him, he couldn't escape. Stoick was slowly filling the blanks while eating his deer. He was snapped out of his concentration by his guest. "You sure know how to keep visitors Stoick, this is amazing." He says as he slips the last part of meat into his mouth.

"Well, I usually save it for special occasions, but I thought you could use something like that after being on the way for so long." He replied, then, after he also finished his plate, he grabbed the tongs to check on the potato pies, which were baking in heat resistant pots in the coals.

"The dessert will still need a bit of time." He says. Hiccup simply nodded and relaxed in his chair, he was thinking of a smart way to begin the search for the whole 'father' situation. "So, how many people have green eyes in this village." He asked. "It's usually rare but I noticed quite a bit." Stoick listened to the question. 'He must be looking for his father!' He thought. "Well, I believe we have 5 houses which can claim to have green eyes, why?" He responded. "Oh, just wondering." Hiccup replied sheepishly.

Stoick checked the potato pies again, statisfied with the results he took them out of the pots and handed one to Hiccup. They both ate in silence. When they were both finished they talked about some general thing for a little bit. Stoick asked how his business was going, and if he sold many weapons, he also asked about the new alloy or metal that he heard his friend rant on about. Hiccup told him about his sales, and about the new iron, he also mentioned the part were Gobber cut through his own sword. Somewhere Stoick managed to slip the question if he was alone on the world or if he had any family. He was disappointed that he answered "No." because he swore that he had caught him lying, but maybe that was because Stoick wished he was lying.

Hiccup left early in the evening, saying he wanted to get enough sleep for the next day. Stoick however decided that it would be a good plan to do a good old favorite with a friend, drunk scheming with Gobber!

He found his friend at the usual place, drinking mead in the hall. He sat down next to him and got himself his own drink. "Gobber." He started "I have a great plan." This immediately grabbed Gobbers attention, if his friend said something like this something was going down, and it would be amazing. "Ah' wanna' know everthin'." The blacksmith exclaimed. "Well, do you think that this Ryder would be a good addition to the village." He decided not to mention the whole 'He might be my son' ordeal. "Sure, wha not? 'E's a great smith, he's good looking, hell, that boy might even get rid of the dragons from what I've seen from him." The tipsy blacksmith replied. "Well, if we can force him by law to marry a Berkian, he'll have to stay." The blacksmith looked at his old friend, a evil tinkle in his eyes. "And, 'ow do ya suppose we do that then Stoick?" he asked. "Well, the Hoffersons girl was fated to marry the first one to beat her right? I say we get a fight going." "You're a absolute genius Stoick!" Gobber exclaimed. "I don't know how to get them to fight though." Stoick said after taking a sip of his mead. "Wait 'ere." Gobber says before stumping towards the Thorson twins.

Stoick looks from a distance as he sees Gobber talking to the twin, when he finished the twin stand up and walk toward the table with the other teens. They both took place next to Astrid, and in a couple of minutes she was facing red with fury. "WHAT!?" She yells through the hall. Everyone stops to look at the furious girl that is holding her axe, looking like she'll bash someone's skull in the next second.

Stoick was looking at the Hofferson girl, everyone was, until they heard the doors open and saw their latest arrival walk into the hall. Everyone turned to him and he froze in his tracks. "YOU!" Everyone looked back at Astrid again. "I challenge you! Tomorrow when the sun is at its peak! At the arena!" Everyone looked back at the boy, who was still processing what had happened, after a few seconds everyone had gone back to their beverage.

Hiccup walked toward the chief. "Excuse me sir, but what just happened?" He asks the big man. "The Hofferson lass heard a rumor about you saying that you could defeat anyone, she wants to prove you wrong. I'd watch yourself, she's the best fighter on Berk."

Oh great, Hiccup thought, if he chickened out, he would screw up his reputation. 'Dammit' He thought. 'First I get lured to the chief and now I'm forced to fight.'

Berk was beginning to be more trouble than it's worth.

AN :

Here you go guys, another chapter. A lot of stories go with the 'Stoick doesn't know about Hiccup while Hiccup he does know about Stoick' way, I decided it would be quite a twist to see what would happen if Stoick used his powerful mind on the unsuspecting Hiccup.

I hope you noticed I've been aiming to get each chapter over at least 2000 words from now on. :D

I also started a new FanFic called "Take to the skies." It's a AU with a female Hiccup and I need some more feedback on it, if you could take some time to read what I have so far and give me some feedback and inspiration, I would be forever grateful. It also has the ability to have your OC in the story.

R4y out!