Hakon became the village Healer, compensating Stoic for his generosity. Being Outcast born, Alvin the Treacherous' son and blind, he didn't get too many clients, at first at least, for fear that he would poison them. But eventually, one by one villagers that were near death did come to him and learnt to trust him.
-000-
"Any numbness? Stiffness? Ache? Itching, perhaps?" Hakon asked, rummaging through some bottles with herbs, smelling each one to know what it was.
"Itchy. And very hot." The worried Viking said, gripping the tunic of his shirt so that the Healer could deal with a swollen, white-hot, revolting wound.
"Found it." Hakon said, taking out some berries. "This might sting a bit." He squeezed the juice out of the berry onto the wound. The Viking hissed. Bubbles formed on the wound.
"It's steaming!" He yelled, looking as white puff lifted off into the air.
"I know. Not a nice feeling. The wound will heal. Healing is a nasty business. Just wait a couple of seconds." Hakon got up and went to the cupboard, taking out another herb. "This should be soothing." He placed the leaf onto the wound.
The Viking's expression, though Hakon didn't see it, had soothed at the touch of the leaf.
"Alright, that's it. Come back tomorrow. The wound need care to set." He got up.
"Thank you, lad. You saved me a limb."
"It's an ulcer? It's curable."
"If it continued to hurt like that, it would have been less painful to get rid of the arm." He said. "You're a good man, lad." The Viking patted his shoulder. "It's difficult to believe that your father is Alvin the Treacherous."
"I can assure you that our only resemblance is our looks." Hakon hated it when someone said that, but this happened with almost every Viking that he had so far healed.
"Yes, well. I'm sorry that the tribe treats you as the outcast—"
"I understand. They might believe that the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree." Hakon wanted this man to just stop talking now.
"In this village, you'd learn that saying doesn't exist. Just look at the Chief and his son. Well, see you tomorrow, then, lad."
Why did he ask him to return tomorrow? And his argument didn't help much, Hiccup and Stoic were more similar than anyone thought. All Hiccup had to do was train up (which was what Hakon already had in mind) and dye his hair red, and he'd be your Stoic II.
-000-
"So, how are things, here?" Hiccup asked, sitting on a stool, watching his friend wrap a bandage on a little girl's knee.
"Nothing new, ulcers, broken limb, skinned knees."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault that my dragon threw me off." The little girl defended. Hakon threw his friend a sightless look that clearly spelt 'which proves my point about dragons'.
"Alright, no more dragon riding for you for the next couple of days." Hakon said, sternly but in a protective brotherly way.
"Ok." She walked out of the Healer's Hut, limping slightly.
"You know, for someone with a deranged sister and that type of upbringing, you're great with kids." Hiccup said, watching the girl go out.
"Is there a reason you're here?" Hakon asked, embarrassed by that fact.
"I wanted to persuade you about dragons, come on. Let's take a walk. It's the afternoon, your work day is over." Hiccup patted his friend's shoulder and guided both of them out of the large hut.
"Argh, I really doubt that you're going to change my mind." Hakon said after a resigned shrug. "What is it with you and dragons? In one way or another?"
"Don't know."
"You know, in one of my letters, I said, we'll slay dragons together … now that dream is nothing but a figure of the past."
"For the longest time, that was my dream as well. An impossible but sweet dream. Slay dragons with my best friend, prove my worth to my father, get the love of my life… but then I met Toothless, and the dreams changed." Hiccup replied.
-000-
"How do you like flying!?" Hiccup yelled over his shoulder as Toothless was flying crazily, performing all sorts of stunts and tricks that would have been suicidal for a normal person.
Hiccup sure hoped that it was worth it, he spent nearly an hour trying to get Hakon onto the back of the Night Fury, everything becoming so much more difficult being the stubborn Viking that he was. In the end, Hiccup gave up, saddled Toothless, seemingly flew off and then kidnapped his friend, asking Toothless to toss the teenager on the saddle.
"THIS. IS. AWESOME!" Hakon yelled from the top of his lungs.
This was the same sort of flight he took Astrid on, (the crazy spinning part of it, not the romantic gliding). Unlike Astrid, this guy was enjoying the daring adrenaline of flying for the first time. Like Astrid, he was one tradition set Viking to persuade.
From below, Astrid and the rest of the gang were watching the insane flight, and heard the joyous whoops of both boys.
"Hiccup really has a taste in friends." Fishlegs said, looking at the mad flight being taken. "Night Furies, Outcast Heirs, what next?"
"What in the what? He's supposed to be persuading Hakon to like dragons, not make in hate them even more than he already does." Astrid commented, a hand over her eyebrows to block out the sun light.
"Judging by the whoops, I don't think he minds." Tuffnut said, watched as the Night Fury plunged into the ocean. "I don't care what you say Snotlout, that guy is awesome."
"Whatever." Snotlout crossed his arms. "I still don't trust him. No one just washes up on Berk and happen to be Hiccup's best friend. And what were those girls doing chasing after him. All the more reason to be suspicious. Right guys?"
-000-
The longer Hakon stayed on Berk, healing the injured Vikings that visited, the more fan-girls he began having. Most of which were from his best friend's fan girl club (which drove a certain blonde shield-maiden insane.)
Apparently, his scars were considered cool and a mark of valour and bravery. Committing treason against the most blood-thirsty man in the Archipelago was another pointer of daring. He was a prodigy with weapons, being able to fight fire-breathing reptiles from the age of 5. Not to mention he was decently handsome.
They followed him almost everywhere.
The irritatingly ironic thing was that Hakon didn't really care about any of them. He was already madly in love with his best friend's girlfriend. Feeling like a horrible person, he tried to focus his attention to one of the girls, which was the reason he hadn't dispersed them. But none of them caught his liking.
-000-
"You know you can't hide here forever right?" Astrid said, both were sitting in her house, under her front door. Hakon needed to hide from them, and the last place they would go to was Astrid Hofferson's (their arch-nemesis) house.
"How did Hiccup get rid of them?" Hakon asked, frowning as one passed the house, calling out his name.
"He got a girlfriend. Speaking of girlfriends, you should at least look for one. I can't believe I'm saying this, but maybe you'd like one of the fan girls."
"Nah, I like the independent type. If you're gonna call that independent, then I'll start wondering which one of us is actually blind." He said, hoping that she would decipher his words. She didn't seem to take the hint.
-000-
"Hey! You! We need to talk." Snotlout yelled coming into the Healer's Hut.
"I have a name you know." Hakon said, screwing a jar and putting it on a shelf.
"I don't care. Listen, you think you can waltz in, start putting plasters to little girl's knees and think that this Tribe will accept you? Your father is a criminal! A traitor to this Island! And I think it's time you should be treated as one as well!" He grabbed the healer's shoulder and threw the boy out of the tent and out to the streets.
"If you're looking for a fight? Then so be it." Hakon stood in a firm stance. His sword was absent from his belt at the moment. He could hear a crowd was begging to gather.
"You think you can come here and steal every girl that is left on the island. I think not!" Snotlout jumped, mace in the air, ready to strike and yelling a battle cry… Hakon simply walked out of the way, making Snotlout land unevenly, with a loud thump. "Alvin's runt!" Hakon dodged each punch his opponent threw at him. "Savage barbarian!"
That was the one that did it. Hakon grabbed the beefy fist and delivery a quick and seemingly harmless few punches to his rib cage. The arm fell limply to the Jorgenson's side, unable to move.
"I'd advice you to watch your language." Hakon said darkly, walking away from the warrior, back into the tent, only to be pulled back by the same guy, with the tunic.
"This isn't over! What did you do to me?" Snotlout yelled, probing his paralysed arm.
"If you don't want to feel completely helpless for the next hour then leave me alone, please?" Hakon wanted nothing more than to get back to work.
Another punch was thrown his way. He grabbed the rogue fist delivered another set of punches, making the arm fall helplessly to the side. The crowd laughed at Snotlout's helplessness. He was fuming red now, Hakon could practically feel the anger radiating from him. The leg was thrown in as a kick, and it too fell numb.
"Show's over." Hakon went back into the tent, leaving his opponent completely defenceless, on the floor, while the rest of the village mocked and humiliated him.
-000-
"That was awesome, you totally beat up Snotlout! You really are awesome." Tuffnut said, when all the teens were sitting in the tent, somehow fitting six persons in.
"And now the Chief is going to banish me. Wonderful." Hakon grumbled, gripping his hair in fistfuls.
"Buddy, what you did was chivalrous. You tried to walk away from the fight, but he wouldn't let you. Then when he attacked you, you defended yourself without mortally harming you. So what if he's gonna be lying on the footpath for the next half hour?" Hiccup put a hand on his distressed friend's shoulder.
"Still." Hakon argued.
The beefy Chief of Berk entered the tent and looked at his adopted son. "Snotlout has been put under house arrest, for a month. That means one of you will have to keep Hookfang for a month under their roof." He said, casually.
"What? No punishment for me? Not even a beating?" Hakon was surprised.
"Son, this is Berk … not Outcast. And I'm Stoic the Vast … not Alvin the Treacherous." The Berk Chief exited the tent.
"Yeah, still getting used to that. I guess." Hakon said, weakly, subconsciously rubbing his shoulder and trailing up to the back of his head. Only Hiccup knew, why. He witnessed a snippet of the father son relationship between his best friend and his worst enemy.