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A/N: Hey Guys! I know I only posted that I had a Writer's Block a while ago, but that was meant to go up weeks ago. Now, all thanks to Rogue Deity Master ( u/4723461/Rogue-Deity-Master), I have ideas and I have written this chapter.

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While Dispar was lying in the healer's hut, Gothi finally saw the man. Immediately, she knew something that none of the other Vikings had the brains to notice. Just from looking at his eyes and a little tuft of auburn hair sticking out the back of hi mask/helmet, she figured out who he was. Seeing who she was, she thought it not her place to tell others; you know, minus the fact that only Gobber could slightly translate her scribblings. The elder healer started cleaning the wound as best as she could. She then wrapped it up in bandaging cloths. She then left to ask Gobber to make a foot for the man.

Meanwhile, a while away from the healer's hut, a determined woman ran. She raced toward the healer's hut with one thought in her mind: Hiccup. Toothless followed her to the hut, with the same thought on his mind. The only problem was, Astrid wasn't thinking of Hiccup in the same way Toothless was. See, as Astrid saw the name 'Hiccup' scrawled in the sand by Toothless, she was meant to realise who Dispar was. Toothless thought he got who he was through to her. Instead, she thought that Toothless meant Dispar knew where Hiccup was. Since she had been searching for so long, and now the answer lay unconscious in the healer's, she was going to get answers by any means possible.

Once Toothless got to the healer's hut, going a bit slower to give the two some privacy, he heard a strange noise. It sounded kind of like a slap. Then another. Then another. Then-

"Wake up, you bastard! Where is he?!" Astrid screamed at Dispar. Toothless raced in to find Astrid leaning over Hiccup, shouting at him. The healer had left, so no one was there to stop her. Toothless ran over to his rider and roared at Astrid. The twins and Snotlout heard the commotion and ran in to see 'cool' stuff happen. Instead, the guys ended up holding Astrid back while Ruff watched everything unfold.

"Make up your mind, stupid dragon. First you write that in the sand, then you stop me from getting information!" Astrid exclaimed, angry, at Toothless. She kicked and punched at the guys, who still held her back, not so much for Dispar's safety as for her own. Finally, Gothi returned from the Gobber's. She looked curiously and shocked at the dragon, then to Astrid. When Astrid saw the looks Gothi was giving her, she decided that she would work it out on her own.

"Forget it, Gothi. Nothing happened," and with that, Astrid stormed off. After she was a safe distance away, Toothless relaxed. Gothi then shooed the other people, including Toothless, so that she could keep an eye on him. Although she thought she knew for sure that Dispar was actually Hiccup, she still wanted to see some things. Those would have to wait, though.

Annoyed at and amazed with the stupidity of the Viking woman, Toothless walked into the woods to be with the other dragons. While walking, he shook his head, thinking about how she could have jumped to that conclusion. As he neared where the other dragons should be, he decided that the only way for Astrid to come to this conclusion would be for her to have been suspici the dragons that were ous of something when she met him.

Hey, Tooth. What're you doing here? A curious little Terror asked Toothless as he came to in the cages of Berk for years.

Well, as a group of Nightmares may have told you, Hi-Dispar and I defeated The Red Death, as shown by all the other dragons, and one of my rider's legs was burnt too badly to be recovered. Toothless replied

That's terrible! A Nadder exclaimed, Is the boy okay?

He'll live. I don't know about 'okay' though. I tried to tell them who he really is, instead they thought that he knew the person he really is and tried to slap him awake.

What do you expect? Vikings are dumb. One Zippleback head said

And thick-headed. The other added.

That's the same thing, idiot. The first head said back. They went on bickering about stupidity and other completely off-topic things.

That is true, but I'm going to let you in on a secret. Dispar is actually Hiccup, the chief's thought-dead son.

Him?! I was meant to be fighting him for his final dragon exam. The Nightmare said.

Did he learn the trick with the grass from you? He used that to make it look like he defeated me. The curious Gronkle asked.

And the scratching. The nadder added.

And the light! The terror exclaimed.

YES! Now, shut it! This is not the time for arguments. This is a time to hope that Hiccup makes it through whatever he's going through. Toothless shouted. Now, Please don't tell him that I told you.

We won- wait. What do you mean not tell him? The Gronkle queried.

After we defeated our first Alpha, and it was shown that I'm an Alpha, he was able to understand me. After the second, he could understand every dragon. After the third he was able to understand exactly what way any dragon wanted to go while flying. This is the Fourth one that we've defeated and we have no idea what might happen. Toothless explained calmly.

Just how deep is your bond? The Nadder asked.

We don't know exactly how deep but, as you can tell, it is very deep so far. He replied. Toothless then thought it was best to go back to Hiccup. Once he left, the group of dragons started talking amongst themselves about what could happen between the dragon and his rider.

Being chief was hard so, to end off the day, Stoick thought he should have a nice mug of mead with his friends, rest and just talk. He, Gobber and Spitelout sat on a bench in the Mead Hall, talking about whatever came to their mind. After they had run out of things to talk about, Spitelout brought up a new topic.

"Look, I know ya probably don't want tah talk about it, but ya're gonna have to a' some point." He stated.

"What're ya talkin' 'bout?" Gobber asked.

"Well, do you think tha' tha' Night Fury is the same one tha' did you-know-what?" Spitelout slurred.

"'M not sure, but there's only one way ta find ou', idn'ere*?" He said back, then got up and stumbled out of the Mead Hall.

As Stoick walked to the healer hut, hammer in hand, he started muttering about Hiccup.

"Ya may or may no' 'ave done it, but one o' your kind killed ma boy. Ya're gonna pay for what yar kind's done ta me and the village. I'll need ta sneak up on I' while it's sleeping." He muttered. He stopped once he was near the hut, where toothless way curled up behing his wings and tail. He crept as silently as a large, drunk Viking with a hammer could, until he stood before Toothless.

"This is for Hiccup," He whispers which, in his drunken state, comes out at a normal volume. He lifts the hammer, and swings down.

*If you couldn't tell already, "idn'ere" means "isn't there".

A/N: Thanks for reading! Review if you liked it, disliked it or just wanted to give me tips. Sorry if this chapter is a bit smaller than usual, but I just had to leave it on that cliffhanger. Just so that you know, this may not be uploaded at a specific time everyday. It might not actually have a chapter a day or even a chapter every two days, but either way, I am happy that I don't have a Writer's Block anymore.

-GhostFlames1279