Stoick's POV

It was the day where Gothi would choose the Dragon Training Champion after a month of hard work and training. It was between Snotlout and Tuffnut now, since Astrid's injury was not something I want to risk. For if a recruit died, it would be one less warrior to defend Berk and even though the ice was slowly starting to form, dragons would still attack no matter what. Her rant of wanting to participate still gave me a slight headache after telling her she couldn't compete in the final leg of training, despite her already killing a dragon a few days earlier. Those winged beasts are causing trouble every second, and I would not stop until they are all wiped out. Especially that four winged devil that took my Valka. It's been fifteen years since she bore Hiccup and was taken by that damn dragon, and I was not going to let that happen to anyone else on this island. I would look up to the sky every night since she was taken and plead to the Gods to bring her back, but she never returned.

The villagers were completely in a joyous mood, for one of the few youths on Berk would finally be killing their first dragon. There were banners hung up over the Kill Ring and the cooks were preparing for the great feast that was to be held at the end of the day. The sun was shining bright and gave slight warmth to the village, despite the chill of the winter winds. The snow hasn't started yet, but the chill of the air and the ice slowly starting to form in the sea, showed that winter was coming. Homes had been rebuilt, but some supplies were running low. I would need to talk to some of the surrounding Chiefs and Chieftess' about trading before I lost communication with them when winter hits.

Everyone had started to make their way to the arena and lined themselves against the railing, waiting for Gothi, Gobber and I to proceed with the final stage of dragon training this afternoon. As I made my way to my seat, I got a few nods of respect and bows from the villagers who were eager to see me and the student at this year's killing of the Monstrous Nightmare. Spitelout was sitting next to my seat, in his own chair that resembled my own. It wasn't as decorated or lavish since I was Chief, but it showed that the Jorgenson family would be right there to snatch my throne when the chance would come. I gave a nod to my brother in greeting, but he just rolled his eyes in contempt and stared down at the floor of the Kill Ring. I shook my head and clapped my hands to get the attention of the villagers who were gathered here today for the main event.

"Today is the day, where one of the three men here in the Kill Ring will face off to get the honor of killing his first dragon, in front of the entire village. But this dragon isn't some simple Terror or Gronckle but a Monstrous Nightmare!" Cheers rose from the surrounding crowd. "So who will have the honor of killing it?" Cheers rose once again and Gobber brought the boys out and stood in the middle, waiting for Gothi to make her decision. The boys had a various amount of reactions to being brought out. Fishlegs, smiled slightly but shook every now and then. Tuffnut, looked angry and had a dark look in his eyes. I couldn't blame the boy; he almost watched his twin die right in front of him and probably lost a part of himself that night. Snotlout though, showed no fear. He looked as proud as any young warrior going into the field of battle. He had his war hammer in his hand and smiled smugly to the crowd. He flashed a grin at his father, and my brother returned it with a grin identical to his own son's.

"Snotlout, Snotlout, OY, OY, OY!" Spitelout roared out. I rolled my eyes at that ridiculous chant my brother had made for his son. The first time he spoke it, he never stopped. Anytime Snotlout did something that was deemed worthy in Spitelout's eyes, he would yell out that damn chant. My brother sent me a cocky smirk, which I ignored and motioned for Gothi to make her choice. She moved to the railing and waited for Gobber to raise his hands above the boys' heads. The crowd instantly quieted and Gobber raised his good hand over Fishlegs' head. Gothi shook her head, as she believed that Fishlegs wasn't ready to kill the dragon yet.

"That was rather obvious." Spitelout said. "There's no way that the Ingerman boy would be able to kill a dragon, yet alone a Monstrous Nightmare."

What makes you think that?" I demanded. "That boy has the largest brain on the island and knows every little fact about every dragon we know of now." I glared at my brother at his usual arrogance for his bias towards anyone who didn't meet his expectations on dragon killing.

"You and I both know that if Fishlegs was in battle with Outcasts or Berserkers, he would be killed instantly. That bring brain of his would be nothing against a bloody sword in the sounds of battle."

"What is wrong with you?" I looked at my brother as if he was mad. "Do you care that little for his intelligence?"

"I'm not insulting his intelligence Stoick, it could be used to plan raids or battle plans." Spitelout countered. "I'm just saying that someone like him isn't useful in the field of battle, keep the boy as far away from it so we don't have to see any more loss on Berk. If you have the strength to protect the people you love, and choose not to use it you practically killed everyone by not helping."

I glared at my brother and Gobber moved his hand toward Tuffnut's head and Gothi shook her head. My eyes widened at that. Tuffnut could give Snotlout a run for his money. He was fast, sneaky, and wielded his spear like it was a part of him. He could trick anyone and was a master at hiding when it came to trouble; the only disadvantage was that he was too reckless most of the time. I could feel Spitelout's face break out in a full out smile as Gobber moved his hand above Snotlout's head and Gothi nodded.

"YES!" Spitelout jumped out of his seat and pumped his fists repeatedly in the air. He looked like a fool, but I would be doing the same thing if Hiccup was the one who got chosen to kill the Monstrous Nightmare. My eyes darkened as I thought of my dead son. Sure, Hiccup and I never communicated well and barely spoke, but he was still my son. There was no trace of him on the island, Gobber had searched the entire forge and I looked through every corner at home, but nothing left of him was there. I looked through the forests and cliffs of the whole island and I couldn't find a damn thing. The crowd was cheering and Snotlout was beaming with pride. Gobber and the boys left the arena and Snotlout was left to wait for the Monstrous Nightmare gate to open and Spitelout turned back to me and gave me a mocking grin.

"Jealous, dear brother?" Spitelout sat back down at his seat and was practically mocking me. I sneered at him, and that just seemed to make him even happier. My discomfort was always something that made him happy.

"No." I bluntly said. "Why should I be?"

"Maybe, because my boy is something that my former nephew would never be."

"Arrogant, prideful, and vain?" I smirked at his show of anger that was threatening to burst.

"Strong, committed, and Viking-like." Spitelout's anger was going to burst, but he quickly controlled his emotions and had a dark look that came onto his face. My heart slightly picked up pace, since the look that crossed on my brother's face always followed with some cruel comment. "It's such a sad thing that Hiccup died without a trace and that your failure as a father was never being able to love him."

"You cruel bastard of a brother." I was starting to see red and the tension between us was shown as a few villagers backed away from us in fear or dared to stay near to hear what we were arguing about. Spitelout gave me his most dark look and his hands clenched on the armrests of his chair. He clutched his chair so tightly, that some cracks were starting to come from it.

"Now you finally know what it's like to be able to have everything and nothing at the same time." Spitelout stared me down and I held his stare until Gothi had come back to our sides and smacked us from behind with her staff. We turned to her in unison and she gave us a dark glare.

"Stop fighting like you are children over a last piece of cake." Gothi demanded. "You're grown men and you need to stop arguing over the past and look forward to the future." Spitelout and I huffed and turned back to the arena, waiting for Snotlout to make his first kill. What Spitelout said was wrong, but at the same time I should have never said the word bastard. Our relations was something that always haunted him and no matter how much he tried to forget, the last name Jorgenson and not Haddock would always be a constant reminder of him being a bastard due to my father's indiscretions. Apparently my father had seduced Spitelout's mother after my mother and him had gotten into a heated fight that almost led them to a divorce. He slept with Spitelout's mother and gotten her pregnant, and was going to leave my mom for her until he found out she was pregnant. The both of us were born just a few weeks apart and he was dubbed a bastard because of what my father did. The Jorgenson family would inherit the Chieftain throne, if I or my family could not fulfill the duties, or if I did not have any heirs. With Hiccup supposedly dead, Snotlout would inherit the throne as well as his future children.

I sighed out and motioned for the cage of the Monstrous Nightmare to be opened. The crank was pulled and the dragon immediately popped out of his cage, covered in fire and hissing deadly. It moved around the entire arena and spewed fire into the crowd before falling back down to stare at Snotlout who didn't show any signs of fear. He clutched his war hammer and stood his ground and stared defiantly at the Nightmare. The Nightmare growled and shot fire at Snotlout, but he quickly dodged it. He grabbed a shield and hurled it at the dragon. It caught the shield in its massive mouth and bit down and spit it out. Fire came out of its mouth again and Snotlout threw a dagger that he hid into the Nightmare's mouth. It quickly choked but got it out before it could do any damage to itself. It was even angrier than before and charged at Snotlout. He ran and dodged all of the attacks until the Nightmare opened its jaws to try and bite him. He raised his foot to kick the dragon and forced himself upon its mouth. The Nightmare swung violently to get Snotlout off but he held on tightly. The Nightmare suddenly stopped, which caused Snotlout to loosen his grip, but that was a mistake. It swung Snotlout so hard, he flew and landed against the cold stone wall of the arena. There was a sick crack from him and I silently pleaded that he would not die right then and there. I turned to Spitelout but he was so focused on the fight, he didn't feel me place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Spitelout's eyes were full of anger, but showed some hints of fear and sadness.

Thankfully, Snotlout was slammed near the weapons rack and got up slowly, but with determination. The Nightmare charged at Snotlout, ready to blow fire, but Snotlout quickly thought of a new strategy. He grabbed a spear and hurled it at the Nightmare, and it landed in its right eye. It roared out in pain and frustration, and Snotlout grinned wickedly. He picked up his war hammer and rushed toward the dragon. By the time the Nightmare got the spear out of its eye, it was too late. Snotlout heaved his hammer and slammed it on the Nightmare's skull with a crack. It stilled immediately and Snotlout took a knife and plunged it into its heart. The blood oozed out and got even heavier as Snotlout cut out its heart and raised it in the air with pride. He was shaking slightly and reveled in the crowds' cheers and his father's smile.

I knew right then and there, what Spitelout meant about having everything and nothing at the same time. I had the highest honor of being a Chief of the Hairy Hooligans, power that was unquestioned, riches that were all mine, but with Valka being taken and Hiccup gone, it was nothing. My whole family was gone and I was going to die with no one's love and Hiccup's hatred of me and the entire village. I could feel the stinging of tears, but I quickly crushed them and got up to look at my nephew who was being cheered by the villagers for his victory on killing the Monstrous Nightmare. I clapped my hands and got everyone's attention.

"Tonight we feast for my nephew's first kill of the Monstrous Nightmare, for he will be known for one of the youths that took on the Monstrous Nightmare and killed it with the skill any Viking teenager should have! Congrats, my brave nephew, you've earned your place as a true Viking." Snotlout looked more proud than he ever had before. His past victories of Thawfest were nothing, compared to the honor of killing his first dragon. Spitelout had ran down and was with Snotlout instantly as he hoisted him up on his shoulders and led him out of the Kill Ring with the crowd following them. Once everything died down, Gobber had come up to me and sat in Spitelout's chair, staring at me warily.

"Stoick, you're quiet." He pointed out.

"And?" I kept my focus on the stone cold floor of the arena, trying to shut Gobber out.

"You're never quiet. The only time you've ever been quiet was when Valka was taken all those years ago." I turned to him and took my helmet off and gave it to him to hold.

"She's gone, and I know that I'll never get her back. That helmet and the other one I intended to give to Hiccup are the last pieces I have of her. I have memories, but I can barely remember her voice or sarcastic jokes to anything I did. Some of her clothes and letters to me are boxed up and buried in the attic because I can't stand looking at them without losing it. Now Hiccup, has disappeared without a trace and despised me for years, and I never noticed a thing. I saw the bruises the kids gave him in the past, but I always told him to 'toughen up and take it as a real Viking' because Vikings always have to grow up as fast as possible to fight dragons. In a few years, Snotlout will take the throne and all the responsibilities of a Chief, while I retire to a cold and empty house with no love. I thought of Hiccup down there killing the Nightmare in Snotlout's place. When he was born, I knew he was going to be the strongest of them all. But I was left with a boy that hated me because I am a cruel and heartless father."

Gobber didn't say anything. He held my helmet, and before I knew it, he swung it at the back of my head and threw it at me, which I caught. I glared harshly at him, and he just shrugged at me. "You were a bad father, Stoick. You didn't show him the love he needed and the encouragement he craved from you, and just shoved him to the forge the minute he knew right from wrong. I would tell you what Hiccup has told me, but that would be like betraying him, so I'm not going to say anything. But what I am going to tell you though, is that you can still try and make it up to him. When winter is over, send out search parties immediately. Check the neighboring tribes and ask if they've seen him. Put every resource Berk can use into finding Hiccup, because I know that boy isn't dead, he's too smart to die on his own. You won't be able to make up for fifteen years of failed parenting, but if you can find him and let him know how much you truly care for him, there might be a chance for the both of you. But Hiccup will have words for you, that's for sure."

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course!" Gobber laughed at me. "When have I ever been wrong?"

"Don't get me started Gobber." He laughed at that and got up to head to the forge, I followed him since I needed to clear my head. As we were getting closer, Sven and Mulch had run up to us. They had a look of worry mixed with anger on their faces.

"What's the matter you guys? Is something wrong with the sheep or fish?" Sven and Mulch looked at each other before turning back to me. Gobber stayed by my side and looked slightly uncomfortable.

"When I was out in the water to catch a few more fish, I saw a ship approaching towards me. When I got a look at the sail, they had Outcast symbols on it." Mulch told me.

"The ship should be here in a matter of minutes." Sven warned.

"What is Alvin doing here?" Gobber questioned. He looked at me and the three men were awaiting a response from me.

"Alvin's not a fool, he's coming here for a reason, and I just don't know what it is. Well let's find out what he wants." I spoke. We walked fast towards the docks, and by the time we got there, Alvin's ship had docked. It was just one ship and Alvin had walked off with a handful of his Outcast lackeys. He brushed himself off and turned to me with a cruel smile.

"Stoick, how nice of you to welcome us to Berk. I didn't think you Hooligans would've came to see me, I thought I would've been met with guards." He spoke.

"Well how unfortunate that you have me to welcome you, it's such a shame that you couldn't have been met with the guards. I'm sure they would've been delighted to put you down, in a house to rest, of course. What are you doing here Alvin?"

"Can't an old friend visit when he's in need of help? Now where is that Hairy Hooligan hospitality I've heard so much about? It would be such a shame if anything happened to me or my men, when we've come here bearing no ill will. We wouldn't want a war to start would we? We both know you have your hands full fighting dragons, it shows." Alvin motioned to the homes that were still in repair from the last dragon attack and the few fishermen who were bringing in a meager supply of fish.

"Of course not, a war with the Outcasts and Hairy Hooligans is the last thing I have on my mind. Judging from how your ship looks, it's in desperate need of repair. Why didn't you stop by the Meatheads or Bog Burglars, or even the Berserkers for repairs?"

"Like I said, I wanted to visit an old friend." He stared me down and dared me to make a refusal. Alvin was a former resident of Berk and knew the layout of the whole island. He knew our weaknesses and strengths and knows that we're in no condition for a war right now with the recent attack from the dragons. I would have to swallow my pride and let his ship be repaired and invite him for the day and night to stay.

"Of course." I said. I could feel Mulch, Sven, and Gobber's stares at me as I invited the Outcasts to reside in Berk for the whole day and night. "Mulch and Sven will show you to one of the empty homes reserved for guests. We have a party tonight for my nephew who completed and killed his first dragon in training earlier today; it would please me if you decided to attend."

"I believe we will." Alvin had started to walk along with his lackeys as Sven and Mulch moved to show them where they were staying for the day. Gobber had stood by my side and didn't say anything until Alvin and his lackeys moved out of earshot.

"We can't take any risks. Alvin knows Berk too well and I have a feeling he's here for another purpose then just some repairs for his ship." I told Gobber. He nodded and started to make his way to the forge, making new weapons and repairs for any upcoming attacks by any dragons, or Outcasts. As I started to make my way back home to get ready for the celebration tonight, I knew that Alvin was going to drop a bomb that was going to change everything, sooner or later.


Fishlegs' POV

"Snotlout's doing fine now Ruff, his left arm is broken pretty bad and he has a slight limp, but he's great. He got to kill the dragon and there's a huge feast tonight." I told Ruffnut. Tuffnut and I made our way back to his house to tell Ruffnut about Snotlout's kill. She was still immobile and couldn't walk without extreme pains so she stayed and waited for us to tell her about the fight.

"I wish I had a broken arm and a damn limp, than this." She gestured to her wound. It still looked bad and didn't show any sign of improving immediately, it would take time for her to get back on her feet to walk, run, fight, and do anything she did before the accident.

"Sorry Ruff, I didn't mean to, you know." I said awkwardly. I scratched the back of my head and Ruffnut just laughed at me while I was trying not to feel like a fool about her injury.

"Don't worry about it; it's not your fault that I ended up like this. When I can move, I'm taking my spear and shoving it up Astrid's ass. She won't be able to walk straight after I'm done with her."

"Ruffnut!" I yelled out. Tuffnut was just laughing and popping berries into his mouth as he watched us. He was just leaning back in a chair and popping the berries into his mouth just like it was any day and Ruffnut wasn't immobile.

"Dude, let her have her fun. Astrid's gonna get it when Ruffnut can run again. I'm gonna be right there cheering her on when that happens. Anyway, did you hear that Alvin's on Berk, he's coming tonight to Snotlout's party?" Tuffnut spoke.

"I obviously didn't hear anything idiot. Being cooped up in this room makes me not hear gossip stupid!" Ruffnut yelled at her brother.

"I was talking to Fishlegs muttonhead!" The twins were starting to argue and I silently laughed to myself as I watched the both of them. Tuffnut was irritable and lashed out at everyone since Ruffnut got hurt. It was nice seeing them back together and arguing, as if nothing ever happened. I tuned them out as I thought of the celebration tonight that was supposed to be one of the biggest parties that Berk has ever seen.

"How do you think Hiccup got off of Berk?" I asked them suddenly. The twins stopped arguing and looked at me like I was crazy. I was stuck on how Hiccup disappeared without a trace and nobody seemed to care and just moved on with their lives as if nothing happened at all. Some people thought the twins were reckless fools who played around too much, but they don't realize that they are the two most dangerous people I've ever seen. Sometimes, they didn't need to speak; they knew each other's movements and thoughts without verbally speaking half the time. Ruff and Tuff were looking at each other, before they turned back to me.

"Why do you care Fishlegs?" Ruffnut asked me. "He's gone and gone for good. Stop worrying about it."

"Yeah, Hiccup's probably never coming back to Berk after what he said to us." Tuffnut spoke.

"Don't you care at all?" I said. "Hiccup could probably be dead after he left."

"Hiccup has never been our friend, man. He was always a bother and caused trouble for all of us every single day."

"It's because he tried to fit in but you guys never let him. You always followed Snotlout around and did what he said." I argued.

"First of all, we're no one's followers. Get that into that big brain of yours Fish, we just love pulling pranks and listened to some of Snotlout's ideas. Don't bitch to me or Tuff cause Hiccup couldn't handle it." Ruffnut snarled at me. She was getting angry and I could tell she wanted to slap me from the way her hand was shaking, but Tuffnut quickly held her hands to prevent her from doing so.

"You can't tell me that some of your pranks weren't cruel. You put eels in buckets and threw them at him and he didn't leave his house, in fear of flying eels for almost a month."

"We were six!" Tuffnut yelled.

"Or when you tricked him into following you into the forest late at night and there was a big black bear that chased him down until his dad found him and killed the animal. Hiccup got yelled at and refused to wear furs for a month during winter because he was in fear of anything that reminded him of the bear."

"We were ten!" Ruffnut argued.

"Or the time you guys stole his clothes when he decided to go for a midnight swim. He was naked and the only thing covering him was a shield. He ran through the village and bumped into Astrid who humiliated him the next day just for running in to her! And that was just last year! You have to know that would've scarred him someway one day!" I knew the twins played pranks, everyone in the village was victim to them no matter what, but they should know that they probably damaged Hiccup from all those cruel pranks. The room had turned tense and the twins had hard looks on their faces. They avoided my stare and looked at each other. Ruffnut shifted her body to get a better look at me and she sucked in a breath of pain before Tuffnut helped her get into the position she wanted. Ruffnut looked at me before speaking again.

"You're right, maybe we did take our pranks a bit too far. But we were never Snotlout's lackeys; we do our own thing at our own pace. And plus, you and I know that there's not that many teens in the village to hang out or talk to, so we all stick together no matter what. We don't know how Hiccup got off the island and I'm pretty sure no one ever will. The only reason why you're so attached to Hiccup is because you tried to be his friend when we were kids, if that never happened, you would've never even cared. Now you got to go, I have to get my dressings changed now and it's not a pretty sight. I'm pretty sure you'll vomit after looking at it. Go get mom Tuff." Ruffnut spoke.

I got up and left after that and made my way down to my house, which was just a few doors down from the Thorston home. I made my way up to my room which was messy with scrolls, books, and notes about dragons and the workings of Berk. I was happy that the twins finally realized that they may have took their pranks a bit too far, but I was wondering if Ruffnut was right about me being attached to Hiccup because I tried to befriend him when we were kids. My head started to pound from my extreme thinking, so I put my head into my hands, shutting out any noise or thoughts about Hiccup, for now.


Night

Stoick's POV

The Great Hall was packed and Snotlout was even more arrogant than usual. He was sitting at the high table bragging about his fight with the Nightmare to anyone who would listen and not even the strong ale I was drinking could tune out his continuous speech.

"I wasn't scared at all. Some people may be, but I wasn't. The Nightmare was too stupid to realize what I was going to do after I blinded it. It wasn't much and I would totally go against another Nightmare just for the fun of it. First a Nightmare, next up the Night Fury!" he boasted out. Those who surrounded him laughed and cheered him on to speak even more. I rolled my eyes and got out of my seat and moved around to see the festivities. Everyone was dancing, drinking, eating, or congratulating Snotlout for his kill. I was glad that the party was going off without a hitch, though I wished that Gothi chose the Thorston boy, at least he wouldn't be too arrogant about his kill and give me a headache about the damn Nightmare. Suprisingly, the whole Thorston family was here, including Ruffnut who was on her stomach on a bench next to her mother. She looked irritated, but tried to relax under everyone's stares. Her twin was sneaking some of the strong ale from the barrels, but I ignored it. The Thorston family needed all the hope and fun they could get with Ruffnut's condition.

Other families were enjoying the party and I noticed the Ingermans who were dancing it up. Iona and Evan Ingerman were dancing along with the crowd and Fishlegs was speaking to the twins nervously. He was wringing his hands and the twins looked a bit guilty, which surprised me since the twins never seemed to show guilt after any of their actions. Tuffnut had returned with three pitchers of ale and offered one to Fishlegs as a peace offering possibly. He seemed relieved to take it and sat across from the twins and spoke as Tuffnut helped Ruffnut to her drink. What I was shocked though the most was not seeing Astrid or her mother. Astrid had been avoiding the other teens and her mother and her had been arguing so loud one night, that it woke half the village up. It must be hard for the Hofferson family, since the Thorston and Ingerman families were so close and turned on them after Ruffnut's accident. I shook my head at the drama and moved to Gobber who was drinking at the bar alone. I immediately sat next to him and he pushed a large mug of ale to me.

"Enjoying your nephew Stoick?" Gobber smiled at me. I rolled my eyes at him and just shook my head.

"I was hoping Gothi chose Tuffnut, but now I have to listen to my nephew talk on and on about his damn dragon kill."

"If you think that's gonna be bad, wait until he becomes Chief. You'll never hear the end of it when that day comes."

"Gods save us." We spoke in unison. We knew how Snotlout could get when he won or was rewarded anything.

"So where is Alvin, is he lurking in the shadows or hiding out in his guest home?"

"Well, he's – speak of the devil." I turned around to the doors and saw Alvin and his lackeys strolling inside as if they owned the place. They were coming straight towards me and the hall instantly quieted. He had a sick smile on his face and a slight bounce to his step. He grabbed a tray of ale and passed it out to his lackeys. He plopped down on the seat next to me and I was instantly on guard. Everyone was staring at me and was listening to whatever conversation we were going to have.

"Congrats to your nephew who killed his first dragon. A Nightmare, I heard. I remember back in the day how you were so giddy over your first kill. First it was a Gronckle, then a few Nadders, and then you got your Nightmare. You were running around like it was the last day of your life with so much cheer." He spoke. He sipped his ale and smiled smugly to me.

"Yes, my nephew did a great thing. He killed his dragon like any other Viking should do." I spoke bluntly. "Why are you here Alvin?"

"Like I said, I wanted to visit you, my dear old friend." I showed no emotion to his words and I just blinked at him while he drank his ale. He put it down and put his hand on my shoulder like we were the best of friends, but that was a long time ago. I removed his hand he just continued smirking proudly. I could feel everyone's stares and didn't need to turn around to see what their faces looked like. I could see Gobber giving Alvin a glare and my brother staring him down without any fear, because Alvin was just that hated by everyone on Berk.

"What are you doing here Alvin?" my voice was as cold as steel. "I'm not going to ask again."

"Fine, I'll tell you." He spoke. "I ran into a little problem and captured it. That girl is as crazy as her mother, that's for sure. But then as we were going to head back home, a storm threw us off course. We found a dragon and a little runt. They were both damaged and I took them in out of the goodness of my heart." There were scoffs and some hisses in the crowd as everyone was listening to Alvin's story.

"So let me get this straight Alvin." I spoke. "You came all this way to Berk because you captured a dragon and its runt after a storm and picked up a problem as well. What sense does that make?"

"You didn't let me finish, old friend." Alvin said. "I may have lost the dragon that carried its runt, but the problem was in form of a small girl who is the current and sole heir to the Bog Burglar tribe."

"Camicazi the Crazed?" I said incredulously. "What in Thor's name were you doing with Bertha's heir?"

"Well what I was planning to do doesn't matter anymore with her; she's gone with that dragon and runt. The runt though was the extreme surprise. I never saw it coming, but I'll tell you everything before I leave tomorrow morning. I just wanted to congratulate your nephew." He turned to the direction where Spitelout and Snotlout were and gave them a cruel smirk. "Such a shame boy, you won't be sitting on that throne in a few years since your rival is still out there in the world. Well I have to go and retire now, come on men, let's get a good night sleep; we have quite a trip tomorrow." Alvin got up as quickly as he came, and left the Great Hall with his lackeys to retire for the night. Everyone was still talking about Alvin's strange and cryptic tale, but quickly went back to celebrating Snotlout. I turned back to Gobber and I could tell he was trying to make sense of what Alvin just told me and all of Berk.

What does Camicazi the Crazed have in common with a dragon and its runt?


Fishlegs POV

That was strange. What could Alvin want with us, or mainly Chief Stoick that caused him to sail towards Berk? I shook my head and left out the Great Hall after that strange fiasco. I wondered if it had anything to do with Hiccup. It's been about two months since Hiccup disappeared from Berk. It felt strange, that he was gone and something felt missing every time I stepped outside. We used to be friends, but I heard all the whispers from adults on how Hiccup would never rise to be the great Viking he should be like Stoick, so I distanced myself from him and stopped talking to him. I didn't know how it would affect him, but until I did, it was too late. Apparently I was Hiccup's shield until I stopped hanging out with him, if I stayed by his side, he wouldn't have had bruises on his body that he tried to hide, be in fear of Snotlout and the twins, and wouldn't cringe every time he saw Astrid. Dragon Training had finished and the party was still going on in the Great Hall celebrating Snotlout's victory. I wasn't jealous from his achievement at all, I knew I wasn't the best fighter and preferred to stick my head in a book than have a sword in my hand. He may have been a bit bold and reckless at times, but he was a great warrior and deserved the attention being showered on him.

I was taking a breather from the festivities and was taking a walk in the woods. Just walking around cleared my head and I suddenly found myself in a deeper part of the words, that I never ventured into before. The rays from the moonlight gave some light, but not enough for my sight to be improved. As I turned around, I walked into a tree that was bent over and almost uprooted from the ground. I rubbed my head and looked at the surrounding tress as well, and noticed they were all damaged as well. As if something crashed through here. Despite the warning bells going off in my head, I walked deeper into the woods. The ground was destroyed and trees were broken or barely holding together. Something reflected in the light, and I grabbed the black object, studying its size, shape, and color. It was a dragon scale, a large black scale that was as long as my index finger. It couldn't be… I was staring to walk faster in the night and picked up more scales on the way. As I heaved myself over the log blocking my path, I saw a bola that was on the ground. When I picked it up, I saw that it was cut by something sharp, and there were some pieces of green fabric caught on some bushes.

And then I realized where I was and remembered Hiccup's words from two months ago.

"I had a very clear shot. It went down, just off Raven Point."

Oh my Gods.

"Okay, but I hit a Night Fury."

Hiccup wasn't lying at all. He did it, he actually did it. He hit the Night Fury. There was a cove at the bottom from where I was standing. I climbed down there from the rocks and saw the claw marks on the walls. I used my hand to feel the deep slashes the Night Fury made on the rocks of the cove. I started to walk around the cove until my foot crunched under something. It was a stick of charcoal and I looked around for something more. There were black scales surrounding the whole cove, and if you looked closely on the ground, there were faint tracks of footsteps. There were lines drawn rigorously on the ground with a stick in the middle. I picked it up and it was covered in slobber. Night Fury saliva. There was another stick next to a small rock, small enough for someone to sit on. I looked on the ground and saw a drawing of the Night Fury.

There were pieces of metal on the ground, and some tools as well. When I saw the tools, I moved some rocks around and looked through the small bushes. My hand came in contact with a piece of paper and I unfolded it. There were drawings of the Night Fury in such detail; it was like it was coming off the paper. When I flipped it over, there were sketches of a tail and notes in Hiccup's handwriting. I dropped the paper in shock as all the pieces finally came together.

Hiccup shot down the Night Fury that night and freed it. The tools must have been from the forge and when he shot it down, he must have made a makeshift tail fin to compensate the destroyed one. He disappeared after training all day and came back late at night. Hiccup made a fin for the Night Fury to fly; if it can fly it can get away. Hiccup must've left with the Night Fury that must be how he got off of Berk with nobody knowing. My knees dropped to the ground as I realized the truth.

Hiccup rode the Night Fury out of Berk.

My heart was beating like crazy and I grabbed everything I found and ran back to my house. I tore open my door and ran upstairs to my room and hid the evidence of Hiccup's actions underneath a creaky floorboard in my room. My head was spinning and I just didn't know what to do anymore. My hands were shaking and I was sweating hard. I rushed into my bathroom, and started to pour water on myself to try and calm myself. It didn't work. I always knew there were something more to dragons, but I never thought anyone, let alone Hiccup, could ride one. I heard the front door close and noise from downstairs which I jumped to. I came out of my room and saw my mom attempting to put my dad on the couch from him drinking too much. She threw a blanket on him and put an extra pillow under his head until she made her way upstairs. She gave me a soft smile and a small giggle for my father, who would have an awful hangover tomorrow morning.

"Good night dear, I'll see you in the morning." She said. "Even if you weren't chosen to kill the dragon, you made our family proud by coming in third from training."

"Mom, I need your help." I breathed out. She stopped walking and turned and ushered me into my room. We sat down on my bed and she waited for me to continue. "What if a certain someone found out a secret, a secret that could change everything?"

"Is it that certain someone's secret to tell?"

"Well that certain someone knew that person whose secret it is, but is gone."

"Well if that person is gone, he or she must have believed that no one would find out at all. That person didn't do a good job hiding it. Is it a secret that has a positive side to it?"

"Yes and no." I told her. "It could do some good, but it could do some damage if people took it the wrong way."

"Well this certain someone needs to either keep or reveal the secret. I believe in revealing the secret. Everyone has secrets, that's why their called secrets, but if they can do more good than harm, then the secret should be told. Life is a game. We can choose to take the easy way out and play by the rules, or take a chance and create something nobody would ever expect. This secret could do plenty of good if this certain someone knows what they're doing with it." I didn't say anything after that, my mom must have noticed and went straight to bed. I knew exactly what I would do tomorrow, hoping the good outweighed the bad.


Stoick's POV

I was at the docks with Alvin and his Outcast lackeys. They were boarding their ship, but Alvin turned back to me and gave me his usual sickening smirk. I was glaring at him as he walked back and stood right in front of me.

"So are you going to ever finish that horrendous tale from last night?" I told him. He just looked at me before his smirk broke out into a full smile. He moved even closer until his mouth was near my ear, where only I could hear him and nobody else.

"That dragon was a Night Fury, the runt was your son Hiccup, and the girl was Camicazi the Crazed. Hiccup was riding the Night Fury and escaped my clutches with Camicazi the Crazed and headed probably to the Bog-Burglar Tribe." He spoke. I immediately backed away from him, as if he had the skin of a Fireworm dragon. I stared at him as if he was mad and gave him a dark glare.

"And I though Oswald's son Dagur was mad."

"That boy is as mad as they come. But who knows, I could be lying, or telling the truth, you may never know. It was nice seeing you again Stoick, I would stay but winter is coming and the snow will start at any time. Let's do this again when we're both free." Alvin smiled cruelly at me and left the docks and headed to his ship. The ship was moving and the sun was rising higher and higher in the sky. I stayed at the docks until Alvin's ship was no longer in my field of vision. I was going to head to the Great Hall for some breakfast, but I bumped into someone. I looked down and saw that it was Fishlegs who was getting back up and dusting himself off the ground.

"Sorry there Fishlegs, I didn't see you there." I said. "Is there something you need?" I stared at the boy curiously since he was shaking like crazy and looked like he had the runs instead of an actual problem. Fishlegs finally looked up to me, and his expression which was full of fear, chilled me to the bone.

"Chief Stoick, I have something to tell you. . ." he spoke nervously.


A/N: Hey guys, here is the new chapter you've been waiting for. Sorry for the wait, if i update a chapter early, then i won't give you another update since it was the one that was going to be given during the weekend. This was suppose to come late last night, but i never clicked the 'Publish' button, so sorry. In this chapter, you got some backstory of the Haddock-Jorgenson family relationship, which I've been wondering how to establish for awhile. I always wondered how the Jorgensons could have some animosity to the Haddocks, so i decided to make Spitelout a bastard who's always hated his status on Berk and uses Snotlout to get his revenge on his brother by bullying Hiccup throughout childhood and adolescence. I wanted to let Fishlegs show the twins that they had a role in making Hiccup leave Berk, since they damaged him through their pranks they believed were harmless. Fishlegs is going to play a larger role later on in the story, but not now. If you've noticed, i changed the official summary for DW and i finally decided on how many chapters would be in this story. There will be 23 chapters for Dark Wings and the sequel will be called Caged. The sequel will come probably by the end of September and i decided not to fully bring in Valka and Drago until the third story, because of how i made final plans on how Dark Wings will end. I decided to leave this chapter with a cliffhanger, to see your reactions to Fishlegs decision on Hiccup. Next chapter, you'll get a whole lot of things that deal with Hiccup and Camicazi, as well as, dragons and fight scenes. I also found out that my story Not Useless, was selected to be in the Community The Best, Funny and Romantic Fanfiction for HTTYD. That is so awesome! Review and tell me what you thought of the chapter. Since this chapter was late, you'll get a chapter this weekend.

Timeline of Dark Wings:

Chapter 1 – Hiccup leaves Berk, but get's captured.

Chapter 2 – Stoick returns to Berk and gets some surprising news. Hiccup reunites with an old friend. An old enemy returns. An escape is in progress.

Chapter 3 – Hiccup reunites with Camicazi and escapes.

Chapter 4- Hiccup tells Camicazi the truth. Hiccup and Camicazi reconnect. Dragon Training continues at Berk.

Chapter 5 – Dragon training continues on Berk. Devastating raid. Stoick has regrets.

Chapter 5.5 - Astrid v Ruffnut

Chapter 6 – The Bog-Burglar Tribe. A mysterious figure on Bog territory.

Chapter 7 – Negotiations with Big Boobied Bertha.

Chapter 7.5 - Dragon Training Champion. Alvin returns. Fishlegs finds clues about Hiccup.

Chapter 8 – Weapon and dragon training begins. Hiccup and Camicazi get closer. Trader Johann. Secrets uncovered. Heather.

Chapter 8.5 - Snoggletog on Berk and the Bog-Burglars

Chapter 9 – 1 year pass and a tribe asks for help.

Chapter 9.5 - Harvest Festival with the Bog-Burglar Tribe

Chapter 10 – Hiccup continues his adventures. New discoveries. Hiccup and the Meatheads.