Norbert was fuming. He lost one of his greatest allies, and not by his choice. He felt insulted, humiliated, under appreciated. And of all things it had to be in front of every other ally he had. Hiccup had said he did not want to become enemies.

I'll have to speak to that boy about this, thought Norbert, as he stormed towards the chief's hut, all the others following behind him, curious and confused.

When he arrived at Hiccup's doorstep, he pounded on the thick wood, hard and firm. He shouted to whoever may have heard, "Come out and face me you limp noodle!"

The other chiefs wanted to shush him, not wanting to see a fight break out between a crazy chief, and a chief with a dragon. The whole purpose of being here was for peace, so what was going on?

After a couple minutes of waiting, the door slowly and calmly opened, revealing one very tired rider and his night fury.

Yawning, Hiccup said, "Morning." Toothless sneezed, firing a small blast at Hiccup's foot, to which he jumped. "Hey what have we talked about?" He asked, turning to the dragon. Toothless laughed.

If Norbert wasn't angry before, he sure was now. How dare this youngster ignore him and goof off when there was a matter of importance. He took the small man by the collar, and raised him to meet his eyes. "We have something to talk about."

Hiccup shrugged. "Obviously."

The other chiefs were amazed at how calm Hiccup was in this situation, being held above the ground by a madman who had murder in his eyes.

The rider was released, his bare feet touching the cold floor. He gestured inside the hut, opening the door wide. "Come in."

As Norbert walked past, he nudged Hiccup with his shoulder. One by one, each chief entered the somewhat-crammed space. It fit a slim guy like Hiccup well, but not all the chiefs gathered in one room. Nevertheless, Norbert wouldn't go all the way to the gathering area when he could talk right here right now.

There weren't enough chairs, so the remaining chiefs stood. In the corner there were two dragons. "You can go ahead and sit if you like," Hiccup said.

The chiefs laughed, only to stop once they realized he was serious. After all, he was sitting on a dragon.

"Eh, It's okay we'll stand."

"Okay, suit yourself."

"Actually Hiccup, could this be a… human talk, please?"

The chiefs would never admit it, but when dragons were around they were on edge. Although they knew they had nothing to fear, 300 years of fighting the creatures takes a toll on one's mind.

"If that's what you prefer." Hiccup made an odd clicking sound, and the two dragons left. "But Toothless stays." The black dragon huffed in confirmation, the two with determined looks in their eyes.

"Ugh, alright, let's just get to the point already!" Norbert said, slamming his hands on the table. "What is this blasphemy?!" He took the letter out of his pocket, and threw it at Hiccup.

"I thought it said it in the note," He responded, the little sass.

"You know what I mean," Norbert snarled, spitting the words out like poison.

Hiccup sighed. "I don't think we should be allies anymore."

"Why!?"

He paused, not wanting to anger the man further, but knew no matter what he did, Norbert would not calm down. Finally, he spoke. "Your tribe, although not harmful to Berk, has not been as beneficial as when you made the treaty."

"What are you talking about, boy?"

Hiccup walked over to a bag, and pulled out two sheets of paper with the Berk crest on it. "This is the peace treaty your father made with my grandfather."

The other chiefs' eyes opened, surprised he had brought such a precious, fragile item with him. What was he thinking? "Yeah, what about it? I've read it before." Norbert said, set on making the "limp noodle" feel fear.

"Your tribe has not held up its part." He brought it over and handed it to Norbert. "You said you've read it before, so then why is this…" He pointed to a specific area, "still happening?"

The area said,

No person of the tribe Hysteric shall proceed to do trade with any other tribe that is not in alliance with Berk.

Norbert didn't break a sweat. "Yo-ou can't prove this is happening."

"Can't I?" Hiccup went over to a closet, and opened the door. Inside was a man, quiet as a mouse, for once.

Trader Johann. (Yes I know what happened in RTTE with Johann but for the sake of this story let's pretend that didn't happen)

Everyone gaped.

"Last night I got him to come here to testify against you. Go ahead Johann, tell him what you know."

Johann was surprised to be suddenly placed in front of all these important people, but wasted no time in introducing himself, ready to tell of his adventure and create a new one.

"Well, you see here, I was trading at a port at the Mestropis tribe…"

"Not an ally of Berk," Hiccup included.

"...and I saw a trading ship that had the Hysteric crest on it. That reminds me of the time I…"

Hiccup shut the door, cutting him off before he could say anymore. "Thank you Johann."

Norbert was stuck. Eventually, he said, "So? I mean, it's not that big a deal. I'll tell them to stop."

"You've promised Berk this two times already." He pulled out a book of records, recounting every time Stoick met with another tribe. Hiccup himself had one of his own. "A chief's record. My father was not one to lie, wouldn't you agree?" He said, turning toward the audience there. They nodded their heads.

"Even so, it's one little part of the treaty!" He defended, not wanting to get in trouble any further, but he knew what he did.

And so did Hiccup.

He smirked, walking slowly towards the chief. He has his mother's dramatic flair after all. He pointed towards two more passages, reading each one loudly and slowly so everyone could hear.

"No Hysteric will set sail in Berkian waters without a message being sent beforehand and vice versa. This is obvious. Our watch posts have spotted your boats multiple times, each visit in which you stole wildlife and game from our forest. In the treaty it clearly states game or livestock is traded or sold, no exceptions." He paused, wanting to see what Norbert had to say this time.

He stuttered, trying to find an excuse, but he couldn't. Hiccup wasn't done yet.

He took the treaty from Norbert and read, "A member of the Hysteria tribe, will not advance upon a chief or heir unless at first given permission from both ends." At this everyone looked confused, except for Nestra. She grew uncomfortable, and her skin became pale.

"What are you talking about?"

Hiccup turned to Nestra. "Last night, your daughter made advances on me without either of our consent. She obviously has represented your tribe terribly and, in my view, will not be a good chief in the future. I want my tribe to be safe from her leadership until she can prove to be a proper heir."

Nestra ran out, Norbert steaming at his daughter's actions. He turned to the lean man, who suddenly seemed much taller than he was, a twinkle in his eyes. It was then, everyone realized how great an ally Berk really was. He was cunning, and there was only one possible way out of this situation.

He lunged at Hiccup, holding a knife at his throat. "Listen boy, I don't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. Unless you agree to forget about this meeting, and keep an alliance with us, I will kill you."

Time stood still. This nasty situation happened fast and unexpectedly, and nobody was sure how to react. Thoughts raced through their heads. To their shock, Toothless sat there, asleep, unconcerned of the situation. What was wrong with him? By now he would have attacked.

Hiccup began to laugh, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Norbert pressed the dagger further towards his neck, trying to threaten him.

"And just what's so funny?" The nutty man asked.

Hiccup stopped laughing, and chuckled. "Norbert, you haven't killed a thing in your life, nevertheless a human," he replied, holding up the chief's journal. "Your father loved to tell mine about you."

Norbert growled. It's true, he had never killed. It's not like it mattered anyway, he was strong and intimidating, and he had people to do that for him. Hiccup took the man's wrist, and snapped it, breaking it immediately. He dropped his dagger, crying out in pain. Hiccup swung his legs, tripping the large man and grabbing the weapon. Toothless finally reacted, jumping up and holding down Norbert so he couldn't get up.

Hiccup looked at his audience, them too surprised to do or say anything. "If I were you," he started, "I'd advise you do the same as me. The Hysterics tribe will only bring a disadvantage to you and your tribe in the future. He has proved himself unsuitable to be an ally, even when given multiple chances. So, if you would excuse me, I have to return him to his hut." With that, he took the treaty, and tore it up, Toothless burning it in the end. He hopped on his dragon, and took off, Norbert being held in the dragon's claws.

Hiccup as soon as he was in the air, whooped, happy his plan worked. Although his hands were shaking, he had appeared confident, which was all he needed. Truth be told, he had come up with it all last night. The advantages of a night fury is vast, and he only had about 5 minutes of sleep. It was worth it, though.

The other chiefs, unsure of what to do, discussed it and agreed on something.

Norbert the Nutjob was not worth the risk.