Hiccup was running, pushing his way through the crowd and ignoring the angry calls te people on the streets gave him.
Up the hill, to the church, down the hill and through the gates.
He was panting and felt a burn starting in his lungs and legs, but he pushed himself forward. He couldn't afford to lose any time, and he needed to get to Toothless. He was running towards the river wich lay alongside the city and was flowing calmly to some rustic farmlands, and felt the rush of triumph when he heard it. Pounding horsefeet on the ground and shouts.
"Oh Thor," he mumbled. While he was sprinting towards the woods on the side of the river, he was frantically looking for a way out of this horrible mess. Of course they were chasing him, it was only logical that Johann would alert the cityguards, even though it could be getting really nasty for Hiccup to get out of that mess. He looked behind him and saw that they were only half a kilometre behind him, and were steadily gaining ground. He looked forward again and sighed in relief when he saw the edge of the forest creeping towards him. He was thinking of calling Toothless, the only hestitation being the fact of exposing his dragon and himself as a rider.

To Hel with it, he thought. He stopped his sprinting over the ground and gathered his breath for the dragon call. The riders were coming closer, the screams of triumph already being heard by him. And then he let it out, and his call rustled up Toothless, and Hiccup heard his answer over the grey lands wich seperated him and his companion. He started grinning, and turned around and just stood there waiting. Waiting for the storm.

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They had reached him and were slowly circling the leather clad man. The four horses were neighing and the men on the animals looked haughtily down upon him. One of them had a shining silver breastplate and a rather big beard wich coverd the lower half of his face. A helmet with bright red plumes on it protected his scalp and the red and black eagle insignia was stamped into his scabbard. Hiccup raised his eyebrows at the pompousness the man emitted, and concluded that he had to be the captain. One of the other soldiers, a young one with blond hair, opened his mouth and the local language came flowing out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get what you said there." Sardonically, Hiccup had looked at the captain when he spoke in the trading language. The captain sniffed haughtily and jumped off his horse with a loud metallic clank.

"We were told to chase you, young man," The man began with a nasal voice, "Do you know why?"

"Because of my irresistable good looks?" At his answer the captain went from being the epitome of calmness to a really uncomfortable looking red shade in the face.
"We're not joking here, this is serious!" Hiccup gave him a lopsided grin and raised his eyebrows as if to say so what?
"Are you Hiccup Haddock, and if you are, you need to come with us or you will be punished accordingly to the laws of this city!" The sentence ended with a shrill note Hiccup was surprised to hear from a man. He looked half at the rest of the soldiers, and saw that they had already drawn their swords and had surrounded him. He snorted at their complete arrogance and ignorance of the dragon wich had started running on the graslands behind them.

"I would turn around if I were you." He said calmly to them, and the soldiers and captain did it automatically and without a thought. But when they saw the black figure with big wings they screamed and mounted their horses as fast as they could and spurred them on to run as fast as they could. Slowly the dragon halted next to him. The green-eyed man looked at his dragon and shrugged.

"Well, that went easier than I thought it would."

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The village was talking. Rumours were flying around and the people were excited at the first strand of news wich looked even for a little bit good. The news that their heir had been found was walking throughout the village like a fire burning bright, and for the first time in years, the people of Berk were excited. They hadn't had a raid for almost ten days, and their long lost Hiccup was found. Even their chief wasn't insisting on another nest hunt. The muddy streets and wooden houses were filled with excited Vikings and everybody was already making things presentable for when their heir would return.

Desperate people in desperate times they were, they had forgotten the betrayal of their heir that one day, many years ago. They had forgotten their cruel words to him, and they had forgotten how they had shunned him for his whole life. All because they were happy to have one last strand of hope.

Surely their heir couldn't be with a dragon out of his own will, could he? Surely he was under some strange kind of dragon magic and being beinfluenced by that heathen beast.

And so Berk was readying itself for the arrival of their heir.

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Astrid was walking for a while. The wind was blowing coldy on her face, like whispy cold fingers touching her cheecks and brushing her hair aside. Absentmindly she swung her axe back and forth, and before she knew it, she gazed upon the place she was walking to. The greyish tints of the building and the iron net above it felt nostalgic, and slowly she walked further and pushed the doors open. Her leather boots scuffed over the cracks of the arena, until she arrived at a specific spot on the ground. Small holes from arrows and spears were gathered in one spot together with shallow gashes from swords and deep cuts from heavy battleaxes. Slowly her own axe slipped one the ground, and the clank was hollowly echoed in the arena. She kneeled down and dragged her finger slowly on the one spot wich was clean. It couldn't have harboured more than a whisp of a human, and all the weapons seemed to have carefully chosen not to target that special area. She let out a shaky breath and her hands were moving spastically over that one spot.

Astrid, if something... goes wrong, just make sure they don't find Toothless.

The voice wich had spoken this sentence bounced around in her head, the slightly nasal tone causing the first sob wich tore itself violently from her body. He had trusted her. He could have let his dragon kill her with that awful purple fire, but he had stopped it. He put his trust in her, the first person who knew his secret. And for return, she betrayed that trust and ran to Stoick. When he chose to fly away forever, he changed his mind halfway and returned just before she left the woods. Because he still believed that he could change her mind. But instead she deceived him, convinced him that she wouldn't tell, that when he would stand in the arena and told everybody his secret, they would understand. And her plan had worked. When he called for his dragon all Hel broke loose. She thought that they could trap the dragon in the arena, get the beast's devious spell out of his body and ultimately kill the creature. But instead, it got loose. And when the boy with the green eyes and thin body sat upon it, and gazed down on her with burning rage and distrust. The last thing he had ever said to her, in a voice burning with choked up hurt and rage, came back to her.

I'll never trust anybody again, thanks to you, Astrid.

She curled up and let the cold in.

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"Toothless, fuck off." Hiccup said to his dragon. Toothless looked offended at him and threw some more water at him. Hiccup opened one eye and glared at his best friend. "Thank you for nothing, you useless reptile!"

They had flown for two days before they stumbled upon this spot, it was a lake hidden in the green thickets of the forest, and far away from any civilisation. After the escape from the guards of the city, he had been thinking about his strategy, what he should do next. He and Toothless, who had been hiding in a forest nearby, had been safe for at least a day, and in that day Hiccup had thought about what he should do. Word would surely have arrived at Berk by then because Johann had messengers in every city and news would have arrived quick. He couldn't stay any longer in one place. But he couldn't flee either, because that would be just awfully unfortunate. So, after a day of pondering, Hiccup had decided to do something outrageous, something daring, and something incredibly stupid. He would go to Berk, convince them that he was evil and then he would be peacefully on his way again. It was a gamble, but he would gladly take it than that he should be living in hiding for the rest of his life.

And so they had at last came here, the last stop before they would come to Berk. It was high on the island west of France and the shore of Europe, and the weather was cold and harsh. The grey mountains surrounded him somberly, and the brown stalks of tough grass were hidden between shrubs and trees. It all had a forboding nature, and Hiccup already dreaded going to his former home. He looked to his dragon again, who was now occupied with thoroughly destroying the evenness of the sand on the shore of the lake. Hiccup turned over and hugged his blankets closer to him. He breathed the cold air in and slowly out, and went to sleep.

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He was checking everything double. He had his sword, his journal, his map, his compass, his everything. But he still checked again, and just to be sure, another time. Sighing he closed his leather satchel and strapped it onto Toothless, who was watching him with concerned eyes. Toothless warbled softly at him.

"I...I'm alright bud. It's okay." He grinned halfly at his dragon who was judging him with silent eyes, but eventually gave the dragon equivalent of a sigh and nudged him to climb on. Hiccup threw himself on Toothless, and everything clicked into place. He looked behind him to see if the prosthetic was moving accordingly, and sighed when he saw that it was flawless. He closed his eyes, and then opened them, emerald green eyes looking determinedly through strands of bronze hair.

"Let's go, bud."

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Hiccup felt the change in the air, felt the forboding nature. He straightened up. "This is it, Toothless. Get ready." Toothless answered affirmatively with a snarl. Hiccup took his helmet from it's designated place on the back of his saddle , and put it over his head. They were flying through the grey clouds, and slowly descended. When they broke through the grey blanket and into the open air he saw a hauntingly familiar silhoutte of an island. Dark blue waters surrounded it, and the peaks and valleys were filled with grass and woods, and when he looked closer, he saw the small Viking village on the edge of the island. He narrowed his eyes at it, and a rush of anger and hurt burned through his body, and he felt the adrenalin in his veins. He didn't notice the scowl taking place on his face, marring his features behind his mask. He spurred Toothless to go down faster. He knew it was noon.

They were slowly gaining speed.

At noon, everybody was on the market.

They morphed into a fast moving black smudge.

So, for a bigger impact, he should land now.

The village was already coming into sharp detail.

The Vikings of Berk were all gathered together on the market, discussing the news and prices of food. Hiccup and Toothless were cutting through the air.
The people noticed them, and everybody huddled together, prepared with their weapons. They would land on hostile soil in a few seconds now. Hiccup steered Toothless toward a little hill with a stone wall in it, nearby the smithy. They landed with a hard thud, and Toothless tucked his wings in. The people on the market had only just then noticed the tall and lean figure on the dragon, and stood with bated breath. One person pushed herself forward, blond hair swinging behind her. Cursing she pushed through the crowd, and saw him.

He was lean, very lean, but Astrid's eyes noticed that he definitely had hidden muscles. Clad completely in a weird black and green suit and a helmet, she hadn't have the faintest of who he was. And then she noticed the dragon. Her axe fell.

"It can't be..." she started softly, not even noticing that the village was beginning to stare at her. She looked into the hateful, toxic green eyes of the dragon, and slowly dragged her gaze back to the figure.

"Oh Gods," She choked out. But before she could continue her sentence she was stopped by the person standing on the hill. He had started laughing, and eventough the sound was muffled by his helmet, it made everyone shiver. Slowly he pulled his sword, and suddenly it was aflame. Everybody sprung into action, but when they readied themselves to jump on him, the dragon behind him threatened them silently with the purple sheen of a plasma blast barely held back.

"Hello, Berkians." the crowd frowned, confused at the familiar voice, but Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs and the twins knew exactly who it was. They had heard that voice making brave sarcastic comebacks just a few years ago, only difference being the deepening of it.
"I am sure you all have missed me-"

Before he could continue, a Viking in the front of the crowd said with blazing eyes:

"Why would we miss somebody we have never met?" The rider threw his head back and laughed.

"I see suddenly why I hate you guys," Astrid and Snotlout looked at eachother with somber looks. "You wouldn't know the outcast of the village, whom you have shunned for years, even when he stands right before you." The crowd broke out in whispers, but silenced immediately when the rider slowly moved his hand up to his helmet. He pushed it slowly off, and threw it down on the ground before the village. They were silent, looking with stunned eyes at the handsome man before them, slowly realising who he was.

"Hiccup!" Astrid moved unconsciously forward to him but stopped when he coldy spoke to her. "Stop, you lying bitch." The whole village was shocked at hearing Hiccup swearing so bitterly. Astrid felt a pang of hurt and regret. Hiccup jumped of the hill and looked around the marketplace. He snorted.

"I see you guys still have a little dragon problem." The crowd just watched him, silenced by his overwhelming and surprising presence. He walked over the stones and dragged his flaming sword slowly over the ground. They flinched at the threatening sight. The boy they knew from three years ago certainly wasn't weak anymore. When they looked at his face with burning green eyes they knew that he was dangerous. Slowly he walked towards the crowd and stopped before Astrid. Her blue eyes were wide open and her shoulders hang slack. She looked at his face, noting the high cheekbones, strong jaw, straight nose and dusting of freckles. Even his hair was completely different, mussed up and a darker shade of bronze than it was before. But the one thing that had really changed was his gaze. Two emerald green eyes looked at her, burning with hate, malice and dark amusement. She jumped when he sheathed his sword and circled her, his dragon slowly prowling towards everybody. She frantically looked around, hoping that their chief was nearby, and when she saw nothing she sprung into action and reached out to her axe. She hadn't even taken a step when Hiccup already held her in a strong grip. He chuckled next to her ear.

"Let's not betray me again, shall we, Astrid. I held back once already, don't make me change my mind." She shivered but hissed defiantly at him.

"I just did my duty. I needed to put you into that trap." He scoffed, and Astrid continued hysterically. Meanwhile the village just stood watching at the boy and the girl.

"That dragon! He is controlling you, before you know it he'll-"

"He'll do what, Astrid? Kill me? He could have done that plenty times already now. Betray me? He'd never do that, because, Astrid, he trusts me and I trust him." Looking at the village and raising his voice, Hiccup continued. "Dragons are quite the opposite of Vikings, actually. Loyal, brave and intelligent. For every bad Viking are a hundred good dragons. And that's saying something, you evil sons of bitches." Astrid tried tugging herself loose out of hist death grip, but his arms clamped down on her even harder.

Snotlout was looking with conflict at his cousin. That couldn't be Hiccup. Hiccup who had helped him learning how to write when they were just four. The weakling who he had bullied for years. For Odin's sake, he was stronger than Astrid, their fiercest and most powerful warrior!

"You're delusional!" He screamed at Hiccup, "Dragons are the evil here! Look around you! They are savage! Just leave that dragon, and maybe you can come home!"

Snotlout looked hopeful up at his cousin, but all his hope was crushed when Hiccup started laughing darkly. He burried his face in Astrid's hair and shook his head in disbelief. His body was shaking with tremors from his laughing. Then he lifted his head and started again.

"I was your heir. I was your cousin. I was your Thordamned family," He hissed,
"And all you did, all the village did, was shun me. Because I wasn't strong. Because I wasn't Viking enough. Thank Thor I am no Viking." He looked right at everybody, and they felt shivers down their spine at the green fire of it.
"Did you ever think about me when you'd beat me down, verbally or even physically? Of course you didn't, I was the weakling, the hiccup, and that justified your actions." He fell silent for a moment, and Astrid felt him breathe deeply in and out.

"Well, I'm no weakling anymore, nor a hiccup and certainly not your family, Snotlout." He snapped his fingers at his dragon, and Toothless lit the first building on fire. The Vikings jostled and tried to attack, but Hiccup held a dagger against Astrid's throat. They all froze.

"I'm going to burn you down, like you did with me. You can't do anything about it, or I will cut Astrid's pretty little neck and then one of you will be next." The crowd stood silenced, and when Hiccup pointedly looked at their weapons and shook his own, they dropped them all. Toothless was already at his eight building and the fire reflected in the eyes of Hiccup.

"But, you can also stop chasing me. I won't ever come back again, and won't kill anybody from the Isle of Berk on my travels. Just. Leave. Me. Alone." The crowd stood silenced, and nobody dared to move against the demonic boy. And then Astrid's eyes widenend when she saw another pair of flaming green eyes.

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock!" The voice thundered over the square. Hiccup let Astrid fall on the ground, clutching at her neck and panting. He smiled wildly.

"Well, hello dad."

A/N

Sorry. I am horrible with updating. I just had my testweek after the holidays, and I sort of forgot to write. Yes um yeah. Here's angry Hiccup.

This disclaimer will be valid for the rest of this story, I don't own HTTYD nor it's characters.