The Attack

Stoick walked around Berk while performing his chiefly duties. He settled disputes, oversaw the construction of a new food storage shed, helped carry the load of caught fish into the food stores, and even welcomed a newborn into the tribe. All the while, Stoick was only thinking of one thing. His daughter. He prayed to the gods that Ash and his friends would bring her back. He started thinking about what he should say to her. Gods know he had been a downright terrible father all those years. He didn't know how he would make it up to her, but he would find away.

"Look," called out a villager and pulling Stoick from his thoughts. Following where the villager was looking, he noticed four income dots in the sky. He immediately recognized them as the dragons of Ash and his friends. He watched as they descended from the sky and hovered near Gothi's hut. He noticed the group get off their dragons and dismiss them before going inside. Stoick wondered why they were back so soon. And with no Night Fury, he assumed they hadn't found Hicca.

Knowing he would get any answers from standing there, he made his way to Gothi's hut.


Entering Gothi's hut, Stoick immediately took in the room. Gobber was standing at the foot of a bed used for treating the injured. To the right of the bed, with their backs' facing him were Ash's friends. Walking across the room to them, the younger people noticed him and allowed him room. Stoick gasped at who he saw was on the bed.

It was Ash. He was laying on the bed shirtless and on his back. And he looked terrible. There was a dark bruise on his torso over his lower ribs. His face was in the worst shape. It was covered all over in dark bruises and his jaw looked swollen. Then there was a red gash on his nose that looked like…a bite mark?

"What in Odin's name happened?" he asked Ash's friends. He had never seen Ash look so worse for wear. Who could've possibly done this to him?

"We were kinda attacked?" Fishlegs said nervously while fiddling with hands.

Stoick raised an eyebrow at Fishlegs' explanation. Were they ambushed? And they had dragons, who would possibly attack them? "By who?"

The other all exchanged glances. They seemed reluctant to tell him who attacked them.

Finally Fishlegs took a breath before speaking up, "By Hicca," he answered.

Stoick looked at him like he was crazy. But he could tell that Fishlegs wasn't lying. His eyes the widened in surprise. "Hicca did this?" he asked in amazement while gesturing to Ash. Seeing all them nod in confirmation, his brain seemed to stop.

"You should've seen her chief," Tuffnut piped in, suddenly excited. "She was all like 'pow', 'wham', 'hiyah'," Tuffnut said while mimicking punching and kicking motions. "And Ash was all like, 'oomph','agh', and then he was all like 'ahhh'." Tuffnut added and mimicking being punched and hit in various places.

"She was amazing chief," Ruffnut said in agreement. Seeing Hicca beat Ash, had genuinely impressed her. "She was so fast. It was like we could hardly see her," she finished.

Stoick just continued to listen with a mix of pride and astonishment. He was still amazed that Hicca could do this to someone like Ash. But he couldn't help but feel pride that his baby girl could handle herself so well. She had obviously gotten much stronger over the years.

A grunt of pain suddenly caught everyone's attention. Ash was trying to get up. He was grimacing in pain and placing a hand over his injured ribs. Gothi attempted to push him down onto the bed to prevent further injury.

"I got to get back out there," he said though gritted teeth. He had to find Hicca. He had to bring her back.

"Easy lad you're in no shape to go out there," Gobber said while coming around to push Ash down. "The elder says you've got a couple cracked ribs, a bruised jaw, and you look terrible to boot," Gobber added jokingly.

Ash opened his mouth to argue when Stoick cut in. "He's right lad. You stay put. When you're well enough you can go back out there," he said to reassure the young man. He knew Ash's loyalty knew no bounds. He might seriously injure himself if Stoick didn't cut in.

Ash looked his chief in the eyes. He was his leader, so relenting he laid back down on the bed and settle down. Gothi nodded and patted him on the arm before hobbling to the back of her hut to find bandages, herbs, and other things she would need to treat the young man's injuries.

"She also had one of these chief," Ruffnut said to get Stoick's attention.

Turning to her, she saw that she was holding a strange metal object in her hand. It was almost like a star. It was pointed and sharp on four sides with a small hole in the center. He had never seen a weapon like this before.

"A shuriken," Gobber gasped quietly.

Stoick turned to look at his friend and saw the way he was looking at the object. His eyes were wide and he had a look of recognition on his face. He had been getting the feeling that Gobber was hiding something. Deciding to call him out on it, he asked, "Something you know Gobber?"

"Well if you've wondering where Hicca has been for the last six years, then yes," Gobber said with a shrug. Seeing the chief glare at him, not amused by his deflecting the question, he elaborated. "She's been to the land of the rising sun."

The whole room remained silent. They had never heard of this place before. Most of the tribe never really traveled out of the waters of the archipelago. Gobber was an exception. He had been to many different lands in his youth.

"How do you know that? And what is this place?" Stoick asked inquisitively.

"It's a land very far from here," Gobber began. "It would take almost a year to get there by ship. Maybe a few months on dragon though," Gobber explained. "Back in the day I traveled all over. I went to many distant lands and met many different people. Though I never went to the land of the rising sun, or Japan, as it is also known, I've met sailors from there."

"And?" Stoick reiterated, wanting Gobber to get to the point.

"They used to tell me tales of specially trained warriors. Warriors of darkness and shadows. They are seen as demons. They uses weapons like those to kill people," Gobber said before pointing to the shuriken. "Ninja, as they are called, are masters of stealth and use their skills to assassinate, spy, and sabotage their enemies. I had my suspicions, but this confirms it. Hicca has become a ninja, a Kunoichi to be exact," he concluded.

The whole room took in what Gobber said. So that's where Hicca had been? In this land called Japan? And she was taught to kill people by these ninja? They almost couldn't believe how ridiculous it sounded. Yet they had seen the evidence to confirm the validity of Gobber's theory. She had defeated Ash, twice, and snuck into the village like it had been nothing, and the riders had witnessed firsthand how stealthy she could be. They suddenly all wondered how they would possible find her.

Meanwhile, Ash's mind was racing at what Gobber had said. 'Warriors of darkness and shadow', is what he had used to describe these ninja. His mind immediately went to the runes and predictions of the elder. An 'old love'. Hicca matched that perfectly. And now, she had come to match the second part as well. Ash was now more determined than ever to bring Hicca back. The runes were saying that they were meant to be. Though, runes be damned, Ash would've have wanted Hicca even without having heard them.

He prayed to the gods to let him recover faster. He had to find Hicca.


Hicca sighed to herself as she walked through streets of Njörðr Island. It had been week since her second fight with Ash, and after that fight she had come to a decision to leave the archipelago. She had spent several days island hopping and consoling her aching heart. She decided that the best choice of action would be to stop on Njörðr Island to stock up on supplies and do some maintenance on Toothless's saddle.

Njörðr Island was an island that was home to the Haughty Haggler tribe. Unlike most tribes, the Hagglers were friendly to all of tribes. They were a neutral tribe who formed no allegiances with any other. But they stayed in the good graces of the other tribes by serving as a port city and resting spot to everyone traveling through the archipelago. They were a large tribe and their village was absolutely huge in comparison to Berk. Hicca had stopped on this island during her journey to Japan and had found work here. She managed to do so again by doing some menial tasks for the local smiths. She had camped in a cave at the rear of the island and left Toothless there while she came into town.

She had made quick work of making the repairs to his saddle and was now coming back with a sack of food over her shoulders. She wasn't in her ninja outfit, as she would stand out too much, and was wearing a green tunic with a fur vest and brown legging and boots. It was a lot like the outfit she had worn as a child, but she had gotten them custom made in Japan due to her growth spurt.

As she walked she wondered if leaving was what she should do. Would she never come back? Would she never see her father again? He obviously knew she was back, and apparently he wanted her back. Would she be hurting him by leaving? She wanted to not care about him, but she couldn't. The thought of breaking his heart left a heavy feeling of guilt on her heart.

She groaned as she paused in the street and looked up at the sky for an answer. She needed to get out of her head. Looking around, she saw a sign for a tavern. Some alcohol might take her mind off her dilemma. Clothing her back of supplies tighter, she made her way toward the tavern.

Outside, she could hear men and women laughing and having a good time. Opening the door, she was met with a warm and jovial atmosphere as people, talked, drank, fought, and watched some performs on the stage at the far end of the room. She made her way over to the tavern bar and took a seat on the stool. When the tavern keeper asked her what she wanted, she simply said she'd take some mead. The keeper obliged and placed a mug down in front of her. She grabbed the mug and took a sip. Then she took a larger gulp and let the honey tasting liquid make it way down her throat. She started to relax after a few more gulps as her mind drifted away from her father and Berk.

She had a good life, she surmised. She was young, strong, pretty, and confident. She could go anywhere. Do anything she wanted. Suddenly she found she was in much higher spirits. With nothing to do but sit there, she fingered with her metal mug and focused on her hearing. She listened to the conversations of the people in the tavern with half interest.

Apparently one of the men was getting married tomorrow and his friends and he were mourning the end of his life. He chuckled to herself. Tuning in on another conversation she heard two serving girls talking amongst themselves. One of them was with child and very excited about being a mother. Her friend seemed to be just as giddy as she was. She started to wonder about these things for herself. If she did nothing but travel for the rest of her life and never settling down, she couldn't have kids, or get married. Despite her nontraditional path in life Hicca still wanted those things. She was still a Viking girl at heart.

She continued to listen in on the other patrons' conversations until one word in particular completely caught her interest. 'Hooligan'. Listening closely, she caught the conversation.

"I hear that the Hooligans are in for a surprise," said the gruff voice of a man.

"Really? What did you hear?" asked the voice of a different man.

"Siver the Scarred is supposed to be dispatching 30 of his ships to Berk," the man answered.

Hicca's eyes widened at this. There was that name again. Siver? Who was this person? Why was he going after Berk?

"Oh please. No one attacks Berk. They got them dragons," the other man scoffed. "How do you know this anyway?"

"Siver's men stopped at the port here to resupply. Talked to one of them," the man said nonchalantly.

Hicca's heart raced at hearing this news. The Hooligans were in danger. This Siver sounded like a dangerous character. Then she shook her head. It didn't matter to her anymore. She wasn't a Hooligan anymore.

"Well. I gotta an early start tomorrow at the docks. See ya later than boyo," the man said before getting up.

Hicca turned and saw large man with a great black beard get up from his table and saunter over to the door. He was armed with two swords across his back. A normal person wouldn't dare approach this imposing man. But Hicca wasn't normal by Viking standards. And try as she might, she needed to know more about this. Dropping her bag full of food she got up from the bar and placed a gold coin down on the table. She watched the man walk out the door. She waited a few moments before starting after him.

He had what she needed to know. She was going to have to get it from him. One way or the other.


Olaf was making his way through the streets of Njörðr Island, on his way to his house. He hadn't a care in the world as he smelled the sea and the night was cool. This Siver fellow was either brave or stupid. He had heard of him, supposedly he wasn't anyone you'd want to meet and he apparently had some kind of grudge with Stoick the Vast. Stoick was a legend all throughout the archipelago, and Olaf chuckled as the man foolish enough to challenge him.

Suddenly as he was walking, he heard the footsteps of someone behind him. He turned around to see if he was being followed, and to his surprise he saw no one. With a shrug he face forward and continued on his way. A moment later, he again heard the footsteps of a person following behind him. As quick as he could he whirled around. Again no one was there. He furrowed his brows in confusion. Was he just hearing thing?

With a frown he slowly turned around a kept walking. This time he heard no footsteps behind him. Shrugging an arm, he just assumed he was getting old and hearing things. Not like anyone would come after a man who was clearly armed. He didn't wear those swords on his back as a fashion statement.

Continuing on his way he stopped when out of the corner of his eyes he saw a figure standing in an alley. Turning his head in the direction of the alley, he saw that no one was there. Olaf was getting the feeling that someone was watching him. He knew he wasn't just going crazy, someone was tailing him. Facing forward he broke into a sprint. Breaking into a run, he quickly darted into an empty alley and drew his swords. Whoever was tailing him was going to get what was coming to him. He waited with his back toward the empty alley and his swords at the ready. He listened intently as he waited for his stalker to walk by looking for him.

After a few moments of waiting, he relaxed. Perhaps he had lost them? Or maybe they had simply determined he wasn't worth the trouble? Feeling safe, he put his swords away and stood up straight. As he was about to leave and continue on his way, something hit him in the back of the knees. With a shout of surprise he was forced to his knees. He was about to lash out at whatever had hit him from behind when he felt the cool touch of metal at his throat.

He raised his arms up as he realized that whoever was behind him had a knife at his throat.

"Move or shout for help and you die. Got it?" the person behind him said coolly.

His eyes widened as he heard what sounded like a woman threatening him. "What do you want lass? I ain't got much gold on me if you were hoping to buy yourself a pretty dress," he said with a sneer. At his response, the assailant pressed her knife into his neck. He hissed in pain as it bit into his skin.

"I just want answers and I'll be on my way," the assailant said.

"I don't know what you think I know lass."

"Tell me about the group that's after the Hooligans," the assailant demanded.

"I'm afraid I don't know too much about them. They go by the Scarred Ones. Siver the Scarred is their leader," he said with a light shrug.

"What's this Siver got against the tribe?" the assailant asked, pressing for more details.

"Hel if I know," Olaf replied.

"You're lying," the assailant said harshly. She pressed the blade harder into his skin. It was enough to break the skin and he felt a light trickle of blood run down his neck.

"Fine," Olaf growled. "There's supposed to be some kind of family feud between him and the chief. Been going on since their grandfathers. It will only end when one of their bloodlines is ended."

The woman didn't respond as she seemed to process this information. After a few moments of silence she asked another question, "You said the Hooligans are going to be attacked soon. How soon?"

"Can't say for sure. The company left sometime yesterday. They'll probably reach Berk by tomorrow morning. Maybe catch them by surprise," he said with a guess.

The woman paused behind him. Suddenly the blade at his neck was removed before he heard the figure take a step back. Olaf reached hand up to check his throat. He glanced over his shoulder only to find that no one was in the alley. Not even a trace of a footprint.

It was like no one was ever there.


An hour later a figure flew from Njörðr Island at blinding speed. The figure was completely invisible in the night sky, as was the person on its back. A woman sat atop the flying beast with her eyes full of fire.

After hearing of Berk's impending attack, she had immediately ran back to Toothless and changed into her ninja gear. Then she saddled him up and headed straight for Berk. She pushed Toothless as fast as he could go. She had to help. She owed them that at least.

She processed what she had learned. This Siver was after her father's head. And hers if she was discovered by him. She hadn't ever heard of a grudge her family carried with another. She had also never heard of the Scarred Ones.

She wondered how long this had been going on. Obviously this wasn't Berk's first attack, as Ash had accused her of being a spy of Siver.

"Come on hunny. We gotta help," she said to Toothless. He growled in agreement and picked up his speed. Both dragon and rider were preparing themselves for a fight.


Captain Bjorn Bloodbane stood on deck of the lead ship as his company approached Berk. It was early morning and the sun had only just started to rise. They were going to take them unawares. They would kill as many as the Hooligans as they could and hopefully take the head of the chief. Killing Stoick the Vast was sure to make anyone a legend. Siver hated the man. He knew of his chief's grudge with the Stoick. The man was badly scarred from an encounter they had decade ago.

Looking around, he saw some of the men sweating lightly. They were obviously worried about having to face the armies of dragons. "Quit your trembling you ninnies. We're plenty armed and we got the element of surprise," he commanded the men. They were armed and prepared for dragons. Each ship had several catapults and the men were all carrying crossbows. There were also veteran dragon killer among them.

Looking back to Berk he smiled evilly. He licked his lips as he thought of the kind of plunder they could get. Gold, weapons, food, woman maybe. Bjorn had always been a twisted man. He took pleasure in the fact that his tribe still raided and pillaged. "Everyone get ready!" He called out to the ships. At his order, the men started getting into position and getting their weapons ready. Anytime now they would be close enough to be spotted. Hopefully they could get a few ships to the docks before the Hooligans could react.

As the men all waited anxiously a soft noise started to fill the air. It was like a whistling sound seemed to emanate from everywhere. Bjorn and his men all looked around in confusion as they tried to pinpoint the noise. Then it started getting louder and higher. Bjorn's eyes widened as he realized what it was. All Vikings new the call of the offspring of lightning and death. And they feared it.

"NIGHT FURY!" Bjorn shouted in terror.

"GET DOWN!" came shout from one of his men.

All the men hit the decks right as a ship to the far right was suddenly reduced to splinters. The ship was now useless and taking on water as a hole had been punched right through it. The men all looked up to see a black figure swooping over the ships. It rose into the sky and disappeared before the familiar call of the demon was heard once again. Then another ship was destroyed.

Bjorn quickly began shouting orders to his men as he scanned the skies for the Fury. He prayed to the gods that he survive this day.


"Good job hun'," Hicca called out to Toothless as they sank another ship. They had just managed to reach Berk when Hicca caught up to them. Immediately taking in their weapons, she attacked. With 30 ships she could only sink about a third of them with Toothless's fire. She was going to have to buy Berk time to notice the marauders' approach.

Bringing Toothless into a dive she pulled up when she was at a height just a few feet over the ships. Adjusting the prosthetic she locked the tailfin open before slipping out of the stirrup ad crouching on Toothless's back.

"Ok hun'," she said to get his attention. "I'm going down there to take out as many as I can. You continue to pass over and blast them," she called out. Toothless growled in confirmation. Hicca had a wide smile on her face as her heart pounded in excitement. "I've always wanted to do this," she said excitedly. Toothless snorted and rolled his eyes as he realized what Hicca meant. With that, Hicca leapt off Toothless and dived down toward the ships.

The men all watched as Toothless swooped over the ships before climbing and preparing to make another pass over them. Hicca caught the attention of the leader on the main ship with a shout. "DYNAMIC ENTRY!" The leader whirled around to see what had made the noise only to be met with the boots of Hicca slamming into his face. Hicca dropped kick the man in the face, sending him toppling over backwards.

Going over with him, Hicca rolled to disperse the force of the impact. Rolling forward, Hicca immediately got to her feet and drew her Ninjato before stabbing it into the stomach of a shocked man who had been standing behind the leader. Looking at the man's chest, she spotted familiar object hanging from a leather cord. It was a Viking war horn. Grabbing it, she gave it a sharp tug, breaking the clasp in the back.

Hearing a noise from behind her, she jerked her head to the left as a crossbow bolt flew by her head and embedded into the chest of man she had stabbed. Pulling out her Ninjato, she sheathed it before drawing her kunai from its holster and whirling around to throw it into the man's eye. The man had no time to dodge as he had been busy trying to reload his crossbow. He screamed in pain as the knife lodged itself into his eye. Hicca then threw her leg back, kicking the end of the crossbow bolt and sending it into the man's heart. He died immediately.

There were two more crew member left on the ship. Redrawing her Ninjato she watched and waited for them to attack.

Both men looked at her with caution. They were obviously worried about what she was capable of. As they looked ready to charge her, Toothless suddenly passed overhead and grabbed one by the shoulders. The man shouted in terror as he was lifted off the ship before being dropped into the ocean. The man's companion watched in shock. Then he realized he shouldn't be taking his eyes off his opponent. That would be a lesson he would learn too late as Hicca ran up to him and slashed at his throat.

Turning away from the man as he died, she sheathed her Ninjato once more and pulled down her mask. In her left hand was still the Viking war horn. Taking a deep breath, she put her lips to it and blew as hard as she could.


Stoick burst out of the front door of his house. He had woken up early as usual to start his chief duties when he heard a familiar sound in the distance. It was a Viking war horn. Looking around he saw some sailors looking out over the ocean with a spy glass.

"What going on?" Stoick shouted while approaching them.

"Ships chief. We believe more of Siver's men," one of the sailors answered.

"How many ships are there?" he asked next.

"Thirty sir. But it looks as if some of them are on fire sir. It looks like they're being attacked by a dragon," the man said in confusion.

Stoick immediately came over and swiped a spyglass from one of the men. Looking through it, he was astonished to see that at least five of the ships were on fire. Suddenly he saw another ships suddenly go up in flames before he saw a black dot zoom by.

Could it be? He thought to himself with a gasp. Quickly he turned to issue orders to the villagers. "Sound the alarms. Get everybody armed and ready. And mobilize the riders!" he shouted to his tribesman. They all nodded and ran to obey his orders.

Looking out at the ships again, Stoick's stomach churned with worry. He could feel that it was his daughter out there. She was fighting to protect Berk. He prayed to the gods that she be ok. Hey prayed that she would come home.


After Hicca blew the horn a few time and was satisfied that someone on Berk had probably heard it, she dropped and turned her attention to the remaining ships. She ran to the man who still had her kunai in his eye and grasped it by the handle before yanking it out. The man's scream of pain was cut short by her slitting his throat with her kunai. Now that the entire crew was dead she had to move onto the next ship. Quickly she ran to one of the catapults that happened to be facing toward the direction of the other ships. She loaded herself into the bucket before kicking the handle.

The catapult immediately sent her flying through the air and to another ship. As she was coming down onto the next ship, she was headed right for a crew member. The man stared up at her in surprise and froze. Hicca rammed her elbow into his collarbone as she finally came down. With his collar bone shattered he went to the ground screaming in pain. The other crew members prepared to advance on her. She sheathed her Ninjato before pulling out her Kusarigama.

She equipped her weapon and began swinging the weight around as she waited for the men to attack. There were five. Three had long swords, one had a battle-axe, and one was pointing a crossbow at her. The man with the crossbow fired at her first. She jerked her head to the side and dodged the bolt. Then she threw the weight and chain at the man. Aiming for his crossbow, the chain wrapped around it and with a quick jerk, she yanked it from his grip. She tugged hard on the chain and let it sail behind her, tossing the crossbow into the ocean before yanking the chain back to her left hand. The man stood in shock at having been disarmed.

One of the other men standing to her left came at her with a sword. He attempted to decapitate her with a powerful horizontal slash that she ducked. Then she swung her sickle into the man's stomach before dragging it across the mad stomach and out of side. The man was shocked at his sudden disembowelment and fell to his knees.

Hicca stepped around the man and swung her chain at the next closest crew member. The weight struck the man in the side of the face and knocked him unconscious. He went down in a heap as she prepared to attack the next crew member. The one with the battle axe was about to charge her when she swung the sickle end of her weapon out at him. The sickle buried itself into the man neck before she yanked on the chain and opened a deep gash as it severed his carotid artery and he began bleeding out.

Shaking the blood off her weapon she reequipped her sickle in her right hand and waited for the next attack. The men were frozen on the spot as they took in how easily she had killed their crew members. As they stood their Toothless passed over the ship and grabbed one of them by the shoulders and carried him off the deck before dropping him in the ocean. Now the last man standing, the man who had been holding the crossbow looked absolutely terrified.

Hicca glared at him in challenge. Daring him to attack. The man was absolutely not willing to risk his life and threw himself overboard. Hicca smiled to herself and relaxed. Putting away her weapon, a gleam from one of the men's bodies caught her eye. Examining the body, she saw a medallion on the man. The medallion had a symbol on it. Strangely, the symbol was familiar to her. Something about it didn't make sense. Yanking the medallion off the man, she pocketed it for later.

Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around, she saw that the man she had knocked unconscious had come around and had his sword at the ready. Hicca raised her hand to grasp the handle of her Ninjato. Preparing to draw it, should he attack. But then, just as it looked like he was going to attack, he was suddenly riddled with yellow spikes that came from the air. He fell to the floor in pain. Hicca looked up to where the spikes had come from and saw a familiar Deadly Nadder hovering above the ship. Atop the Nadder was a familiar blonde Viking. Meeting his eyes, Hicca glared at him. She hadn't needed his help.

Looking around, she noticed that more dragons had arrived and were attacking the remaining ships. She could make out her former peers on their dragons and some other rider's she couldn't immediately distinguish. With the cavalry arrived Hicca decided she was no longer needed. Jumping into a bucket of one of the ship's catapults she kicked the handle and went sailing through the air. She whistled for Toothless who quickly swooped under her, allowing her to land back in the saddle and retake control of the tailfin.

Adjusting the prosthetic, she turned away to fly off when suddenly a figure came up from below and hovered directly in front of her.

"Hicca wait!" Fishlegs cried atop his Gronkle.

Hicca scowled at him. "Get out of the way Fishlegs!" she commanded.

"Hicca please come back to Berk," Fishlegs begged. "Everyone misses you and we could really use your help," he continued.

Hicca snorted in disbelief at that. The entire tribe to once hate her suddenly wanted her back. That was rich. "Last chance Fishlegs. Out of the way," she said in warning.

Fishlegs paled at her mild threat but he and his dragon remained in their spot. Suddenly her formers peers came up and hovered around her in a circle. She cursed at letting herself be surrounded.

"Fishlegs is right cuz. Just come home," Snotlout said.

"Shut up Snotlout!" Hicca yelled at her cousin with nostrils flaring. "Fishlegs is the only one of you I don't hate. So I'll be talking to him if you don't mind," she said turning to glare at the others. They all stared wide eyed but kept their mouths shut. "Fishlegs, how long have you been getting attacked?" she asked inquisitively.

"A little over four months now," Fishlegs replied. "They attack at random and their numbers have been getting bigger and bigger each time. This is why we need you Hicca," Fishlegs said desperately.

Hicca took in all the information. She closed her eyes to think of what she should do. Apart of her wanted to leave all of this behind. She had helped them and saved the village in the past. She didn't owe them anything anymore. And yet, she couldn't just turn her back on them. It simply wasn't her way.

With a sigh, she opened her eyes and looked to Fishlegs. "Alright fine. I'll help until this is over."

Fishlegs eyes lit up with happiness. "Really? You'll help? You'll come back to Berk?" He asked in excitement.

"Yes," she grumbled with a nod.

Fishlegs cheered in happiness, as did the rest of her formers peers. With the attack done and the ships now smoldering piece of wood. The riders and Hicca set off towards Berk. Hicca flew near the back. Her stomach churning with nervousness. She was going to see her father. And this time he would be awake.

Toothless crooned at having sensed her anxiety. She smiled to him and patted him on the head. "I'm ok hun'. Just a little nervous," she said to reassure him. With that, he turned his head back in the direction of Berk.


Stoick watched as the riders flew back to Berk. He counted them off and sighed in relief as he saw they were all accounted for. Then he furrowed his brows in confusion as he counted an extra dragon. As all the riders got closer, his heart stopped as he saw that the extra dragon was completely black. He ran to the center of town as he saw the riders spiral down to land there.

When he got there, a large crowd had gathered. They were surrounding the riders and there was a great murmur going through all of them. Pushing his way through crowd, he made his way to the front. When he got there, his breath caught in his throat. "I don't believe my eyes!" he whispered to himself.

There, standing in the center of the crowd was his little girl, and behind her was her black dragon. Stoick suddenly became deaf and blind to his surrounding as all he could focus on was his little girl. She had grown. She had gotten a little taller and she matured. She was no longer a little girl, but a young woman. She looked strong and healthy. Stoick couldn't help but be reminded of his wife. She looked so much like her. She always had.

Finally coming back to reality, Stoick slowly started approach. The whole village went silent and watched their chief approach his long lost child. As he got closer, Hicca finally took notice of him and her eyes widened slightly. Finally he reached her and loomed over her. They held each other's gaze as Stoick tried to find his voice. Here she was, finally she was right in front of him. He was suddenly hit by the overwhelming urge to embrace her. He wanted to scoop her up into his arms and tell her how much he had missed her and how sorry he was for the past.

As he was contemplating doing just that, Hicca took a step back and turned away from him before crossing her arms over her chest. "Stoick. It's good to see you," she said blankly.

Stoick hid the hurt at her frosty attitude. Finally finding his voice he spoke as well, "Hicca, it's good to see you too. You've grown I see," he pointed out awkwardly.

"Yeah. I hit a growth spurt when I turned 17. Still won't be a giant anytime in the future but I'm pretty happy with the way I am," she answered.

Stoick could sense a jab meant for him in her tone. "Well I'm glad you're home," he said honestly.

Hicca snorted. "This isn't my home. I've just come to help you guys out Stoick. It's the least I can do for all the trouble I caused as a kid," he replied shortly.

"Why do you keep calling me 'Stoick', as if I'm some stranger?"

Hicca chuckled dryly. "We were strangers long before I left Stoick. And I'm not the same person I used to be. Calling you 'dad' just doesn't feel right," he replied with a scowl, still not looking at Stoick.

Stoick was stung by that comment. It hurt more knowing that it was true. Stoick had made them strangers all those years ago by always putting her at the bottom of his priorities. "Hicca I understand that you're probably mad at me, but this is your home. We're your tribe," he said in earnest.

"Am I?" Hicca asked rounding on him. "Because if my memory is correct, you disowned me, and exiled me," she said with a glare.

Stoick's eyes widened as he remembered the events that happened when he had discovered her dragon. How could he have done that to her? He mentally cursed himself. "Yes, but on Dragon Island," Stoick began, trying to remind her of their reconciliation.

"That's not how the laws of Berk work Stoick," Hicca said cutting him off. "An order of exile can only be repealed on Berk. Then that person has to be reintroduced to the tribe," she continued. "Plus, now that I've been gone for so long the elders will have to make a majority vote to approve of me rejoining the tribe," she finished. She looked into Stoick's surprised eyes and smirked. "Don't look so surprised Stoick. I may have been the next chief one day. I memorized all the laws of Berk," she explained.

Stoick sighed in defeat. Hicca was right. His order of exile still technically stood. He wanted to kick himself for what he had done all those years ago. Even if he had taken it back, the damage had still been done. "You're right. But we can fix that, I can speak with the elders. I'm sure I can—," Stoick began before Hicca interrupted.

"Save it Stoick. I'm here to help and once this is over I'll decide what I want to do with my life," she said harshly. "Besides, I don't know I want to be part of a tribe who would make an outcast of someone just because they were different. Or be the daughter to a man who was more concerned about a chief than being a father," she added vehemently.

Stoick's shoulder's dropped in defeat. There was nothing he could do. He realized that sending the riders to bring he back had been a mistake. Hicca wasn't a little girl anymore. She was a young woman with her own mind. He couldn't tell her what to do. All he could do was show her that he had changed and hopefully she could be convinced to stay of her own free will.

"Very well. You will stay as my guest then. You're free to use you're old room," he offered.

Hicca held his gaze for a moment longer before turning away. "I'll camp at the cove. Come on hun'," she said stepping around Stoick with her dragon in tow. The crowd parted for her as she passed.

Stoick watched her go feeling utterly helpless. He cursed himself for all he had done. He had thought that if he ever saw Hicca again, the reconciliation would go a lot better. But at this point, it didn't even seem like Hicca would accept an apology. He knew that she had a right to be angry at him.

Still, Stoick the Vast was never one to give up. He had prayed to the gods for a chance to see his only child again, and through their graces of some other twist of fate, he had been given a second chance. He wouldn't let it slip through his fingers. He would find a way to convince her to stay. He would show her that he wasn't that same cold hearted man from all those years ago. He would show her that he loved her. They would be a family again.

It would take time. It would take effort. But he was a Viking. They didn't run away from a challenge.


As Hicca made her way to the forest, her mind was completely focused on her father. She was mad at him. Mad at him for the way he had ignored her for years. Mad at him for disowning her and then exiling her. Then he had the gall to say that this was her home. That the villagers suddenly considered her as member of the tribe.

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't hear the footsteps of someone approaching her from behind. Then when a hand grabbed onto her shoulder, she quickly shook it off before drawing her Ninjato and pointing it at her 'attacker'. It was Ash. His eyes were wide and his hands were up in surrender.

Hicca glared at him before saying, "Don't ever touch me again without my permission." When he nodded in understanding, she put away her sword and he relaxed. She faced him and crossed her arms over her chest. She stared at him blankly, waiting for him to say what he wanted.

Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, Ash tried to think of something to say. "I'm glad you've decided to stay," he said lamely. Damn it man. Is that all you got?

"I'm glad to see your bruises have healed up nicely," she said with a smirk.

Ash flushed in embarrassment. "Well. I guess I'll go. I'll see you around I guess?" he asked trying to sound casual.

"I'll just be coming into town to check on the situation. But yeah I guess," She said with a light shrug.

Ash nodded before turning around and walking back to the village. She watched him go with a sigh. He was still so attractive to her. She shook her head. I'm just here to help the village. Then Toothless and I will be on our way, she told herself with conviction.

With that she turned around and directed Toothless to follow. Toothless could sense the conflict within his rider. He hoped that she would be ok.


Here she come to save the day! Hope yuo liked.