(Setrina's POV)

Setrina rode Stormfly for about an three hours before she got to Creena, even at Stromfly's top speed. Stromfly had followed Toothless to Scotland, but she had also made a moral point in her mind marking the location. As soon as they landed, Stormfly collapsed. Setrina took only a few seconds to check on her exhausted dragon before two villagers came and she ran off to find the rest of the team. She bumped into random people as she did so, but she didn't care. She just needed to hurry. She ran into the Hilfa Headquarters, and saw a scene she had missed extremely. Tyna had his nose stuck in a book, while Festa practiced fighting, and Hogva was fast asleep on the couch. She felt an immense amount of relief to see them. When she ran in, they all jumped. Tyna looked frightened, Festa got into a battle stance, and Hogva just looked left to right really quick.

When they saw who jumped in, they immediately moved to greet her. Tyna was the first to reach her.

"Setrina, you're back!" He spoke with almost impossible relief.

"Nice to see you in one piece, boss." Hogva said, rubbing the tired look from his eyes. Festa was the only one to notice something missing from the picture.

"...Where's Brynjar?" She said. Setrina looked at them with a look of complete determination.

"He's been hurt." The team seemed to solemn at that, their faces turning to masks of concern. "We need to go to Scotland."

"When?" Festa said.

"Now." Setrina turned to go get her extra armor.

"Whoa, wait a second, boss. I'm all about going, but we can't just up and leave. We got an entire village to protect, remember?" Hogva voiced.

"Of course, I do. And I wouldn't be insisting if it wasn't important." She started to get irritated. Another moment was a moment Brynjar didn't have.

"Look," Festa said, "I hate to admit it, but he's right. I'm sure whatever bad guy is after him, it isn't too much that he can't handle it."

"...The wound wasn't from a bad guy...it was from a storm cutter. I would recognize those marks anywhere."

"So?" Hogva said. "Not to be rude and all, but it isn't exactly uncommon for a dragon to attack someone every now and then."

"Except," Tyna said, "There's only one Stormcutter alive, and it's been missing for years. If it attacked a dragon rider, it obviously isn't in hiding any more."

"Okay, but it still attacked Brynjar. Maybe he found it's nest."

"And Brynjar would know better than to mess with it, out of all of us."

"And Brynjar had Toothless." Setrina said. "Even a Stormcutter wouldn't mess with a full-grown Night Fury."

"So why were they attacked?" Festa asked, mostly to herself than the others.

"I don't know, but whatever the reason, it was important enough for Brynjar to order me to get you."

"Uh, that still leave's us with the problem of an entire village unprotected." Hogva said.

"This is a village of dragon riders. I think they could do well without us. And the trainees could take care of the village." The trainees were young kids who had just bonded with their dragon. The three kept arguing, until Tyna spoke up.

"...How about someone stays behind with the trainees, and the rest go?" That seemed to shut everyone up.

"I'll stay." Hogva said. "You'll need Tyna's knowledge, Setrina's the only one who knows the way, and Festa's got enough meat to make for the both of us."

"Yea-...HEY!" Festa protested. Setrina thought for a second.

"It's not a bad idea, but are you sure you could handle the trainees?" Setrina asked.

"Sure, just...count on coming back to a few broken bones. Not mine." Festa rolled her eyes while Tyna lightly chuckled.

"All right, then. Let's get ready to leave by tomorrow. That way we can get enough sleep and rest. See you all tomorrow." With that, Setrina went to her quarters to get rest, but she didn't plan on staying long. Brynjar needed her. They were best friends. They knew each other better than anyone. And they depended on one another. That was the only thought that made her content.

(Merida's POV)

Merida woke up early in the morning. Earlier than she planned to. She tried, desperately, to go back to sleep, but she just couldn't. She decided to go for a walk. She moved through out the labyrinth of stone with a surprisingly slow pace. She decided to pay Brynjar a visit. She couldn't explain it, but there was something about him...if you looked past his sarcastic sense of humor, know-it-all attitude, great looks, caring nature...Merida found herself blushing at the thought of Brynjar, butterflies raising in her stomach. She unknowingly hurried her pace, walking just a bit faster to the hospital. She opened the door to find...no one there. The bed, supplies, and armor were there. But no dragon rider. Merida panicked and began rushing through the halls, worry rising in her for Brynjar. She checked room after room, the kitchen, mess hall, even the throne room. She couldn't find him anywhere. She thought to herself, contemplating.

If I rode dragons, where would I go to think? I would be used to high places.

She suddenly realized. The roof! She rushed up to the storage rooms at the top of the tower, hoping she was right. She climbed up the multiple ladders and out to the top of the tower. Sure enough, there sat the dragon rider, looking over the lands before him.

"Hello, Princess." He said.

"..How did you know it was me?" She asked.

"Because you just answered." He said, Merida rolled her eyes, but on the inside she was relieved.

"You gave me quite a scare, you know." She said, sitting beside him, feeling slightly nauseous at the height they were at.

"I didn't know you cared." He said sarcastically.

"Brynjar, when you...got back...you said that this was all...my fault. Why is that?" Merida probed. She was filled with curiosity. Brynjar sighed.

"I discovered something...very complicated at the nest. Have you seen any, large, boulder-type rocks? it night be an unusual color?" He was speaking in a unusually serious tone. -Merida thought for a moment, then she remembered that a large, red-colored rock had been brought from the trip to the dragon's nest and put in the vault for her...wedding ceremony.

"Yeah, actually. They put it in the treasure room at the base of the castle. Why?" But Brynjar was already up and making his way to the tower door. He grabbed the handle and pulled, only to see it wouldn't budge. He faced Merida.

"You might not possibly know who was behind this, would you?" He asked. Merida felt an anger grow in her.

"I have an idea." She pounded on the doors. "Boys! Open this door." Her demand was met by the giggles of three small children. She groaned in exasperation. Now it was Brynjar's turn. He walked really close to the door.

"You know, my dragon's down there. You'd be left all alone with a vicious Night Fury." The giggling ceased and there was a small huff that signaled Toothless's presence. There was a clank as Merida's brothers opened the door and rushed down. Brynjar opened it.

"After you, Mi'lady." He said teasingly. Merida rolled her eyes, but felt those same butterflies from before rise up. She did as he suggested and went down the ladder first, but because she was afraid he would fall with his wounds. As they made their way through the halls, Merida kept taking sideways glances at him. He was different from the other boys she had met. He wasn't cocky, or fearful, or distant. On his face was an expression of purpose, for something he needed to complete. In her constant glances, she failed to acknowledge the presence of one of the maids walking in the opposing direction of her, and they collided. Merida fell back, eyes closed for the impact, only to feel a force of some sort catch her. She slowly opened her eyes to see Brynjar holding both her and the maid at impossible angles, and balancing the basket the maid was carrying on his knee.

"That was close." He said. He pulled them up and gave the basket to the maid, then turned to Merida."Now, I believe we have a treasure room tho find. Along with your parents."

Brynjar turned and walked off, leaving Merida staring dumb-struck after him. She eventually shook it off and rushed to follow.

(Astrid's POV)

Astrid woke up later than she expected to, which annoyed her extremely. She had trained herself to wake up earlier than most of the warriors on Berk, so this was an irritating fact to her. She decided to get some errands done, to make up for her laziness. She checked with Stoick to see if anything needed to be done, but only Gobber was there.

"If you could just go down to the black smith's to get some of the weapons fixed, that would be good." he said. She was a little disappointed, but it was something. She grabbed most of the weapons, the ones that needed fixing the most, and proceeded to take them to the Scot's blacksmith. Then the rest of the teens decided to tag along. Ruffnut and Tuffnut started arguing immediately, Snotlout was already hitting on her, and Fishlegs proceeded to spout loads of useless knowledge. It was going to be a normal and frustrating day. She got to the door of the blacksmiths...and dropped all the weapons.

At the anvil, hammering, or now jumping at the sudden noise, was someone who they thought long dead, was Hiccup, doing what he did before he died.

"Sutarany, you scared me." That was it. His nasally voice. He clutched his side and Astrid saw the ghost of a bandage. "Did you need something?" He stood there, looking at them expectantly, while they just stared back. A century seemed to go by. The teens sat therein total shock at this seemingly impossible happening. Astrid had to tell herself, in her mind, over and over, that it wasn't him. This silent exchange went on for a few more moments, until suddenly, it was like something clicked in his mind. "Um, do I know you?"

"You're dead." Astrid got out in almost a whisper.

"I, um, don't think so. Unless I'm a ghost and no one told me." He said. Even his sarcasm hadn't changed. Astrid's mind couldn't comprehend what was happening here. People just don't come back from the dead, and not in a place they've never been to. Was Hiccup really alive all this time?

"H..Hiccup?' Fishlegs muttered. Hiccup's face took on a quizzical look.

"Is this one okay?" He said, gesturing to Fishlegs with one hand.

"There's no way you're alive." Snotlout protested, obviously not happy with the fact that his cousin, and heir to Berk, was still alive. "You were killed by a dragon over three years ago!" Hiccup looked at them weirdly for a second...then laughed. Astrid was now even more confused.

"You know, you almost had me there for a second. Your acting is terrific." He turned back to his work."Did Martin put you up to this?"

"That sounds like a messed up joke," Tuffnut said, "Even for us." Hiccup turned back to the teens.

"Look, I don't know who you are, but you have at least three seconds to get out of here. You can just leave whatever you need fixing by the window and pick it up in a few hours." He continued to hammer away at the metal in front of him. Astrid searched her mind for something, anything, to say to this boy to allow them to stay, but she just couldn't. Instead, she picked up the weapons, put them by the window, and left. She walked back to the encampment a little slower than she walked away from it. Stoic the Vast was about to be in for the shock of a lifetime.

(Hiccup's POV)

Hiccup continued banging on the metal in front of him. When he was sure the teens were no longer there, he put down his hammer and set to steady himself on the stones in front of him. Seeing the torture of his past brought back immense pain the first time. Hearing his name almost made him slip. Hearing them day he was dead...well, wasn't that the point. He couldn't imagine what his father was going through, but he had to maintain this charade for a little bit longer. And he realized something.

He had to tell his teammates the truth. He had tried to bury his past, but some part of him knew it would eventually catch up with him. His teammates wouldn't take the news well, but they had to find out from him. Just then there was the roar of a Monstrous Nightmare. Right on time. He walked out, leaving the blacksmith's apron and the experimental armor. He rushed to meat up with his old teammates, which was hard with his limp. And just as he suspected, they were surrounded by Scottish guards, as he was when he arrived. Which, of course didn't sit with the dragons very well at all.

Leader, Hogva's Gronkle, Iron, said, Please tell these soldiers we mean them no harm.

"You guys can stop now, they won't hurt you." Hiccup stated, which didn't seem to calm the soldiers down at all.

"How can we know for sure." A guard said, his voice surprisingly thin of the Scottish accent. Hiccup turned to the dragons.

"You promise not to kill anyone if they put their weapons down?" Hiccup asked, more for show than to actually make sure. He knew the dragons wouldn't hurt anyone.

Of course, leader, the Nightmare said, playing along with the charade.

"They won't hurt you." Hiccup said.

"How can you know." A different guard asked, this one's voice surprisingly clear of a Scottish accent as well.

"Because they just told me." He stated. The guards still seemed skeptical, but lowered their weapons none the less. Hiccup approached his team with a serious tone.

"We need to talk." He said.