Ugh, I hate being sick, but hey, it's part of life, am I right? So, yeah, here's chapter 11. Shout-outs next chapter! :D Enjoy! :D

Stoick stared at his son for just a moment. "What?" he said after about a five second pause.

"I told you it's crazy," Hiccup said. "I...didn't really want to tell you at first...but I knew I had to, and...do you believe me, Dad?"

"Of course I do, Hiccup," Stoick said. He was having a hard time registering what Hiccup had just told him. "You wouldn't lie or fool around about something like this."

Hiccup nodded. "Are...are you upset, or…?"

"I'm not mad, Hiccup," said Stoick. "Shocked? Yes."

"I was really kind of freaked out when I figured it out, too," Hiccup said. "I really didn't know what was going on. Astrid helped me with research, and I think the two of us came to a conclusion."

"I'm all ears, son."

Hiccup nodded before beginning his explanation; "When I was fatally injured, Toothless was hurt, too. Astrid told me that Toothless actually tried to get in the bed with me. His blood entered my blood flow from his wounds…"

"WHAT!?"

"Dad, just let me finish! It hasn't and won't harm me, but it gives me an ability to talk to Toothless."

"Bingo," said Toothless. "There it is. And so the truth comes out, doesn't it?"

"And it saved my life," Hiccup said, doing his best to ignore his dragon for the time being. "Dad? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Hiccup...are you?" Stoick asked, looking at his son with concern.

"I'm fine," Hiccup said.

"You nearly fainted, Hiccup!" Stoick said. "You said it doesn't harm you, but I really don't know if that's entirely true."

"I'm not lying to you!" Hiccup said. "I wouldn't lie in a time like this! Especially now. I just got light headed because I was trying to talk to Toothless through mental communication."

Stoick sat back in his chair, running his hand over his eyes.

"...Dad…?" Hiccup asked, looking at his father like a dog expecting a beating. "...Dad, I don't...I just don't...I...I'm sorry…"

Stoick dropped his hand and looked back at his son, taking him by the shoulders. "What are you apologizing for, Hiccup?" he asked. "You didn't do anything."

"Then why does it feel like I have?" Hiccup asked.

"I don't know, Hiccup," said Stoick, "but as long as you're okay, I'm okay. Okay?"

"Okay…" Hiccup said, nodding slightly, swallowing visibly. "I'm just...I'm nervous, Dad. I'm...I know I normally don't admit it, but I'm scared. What...how will we tell the village? What if...what if they think…" He thought about Mildew, and what he had thought about. "What if they try to kill us…?"

"Hiccup!" Stoick shouted as if he had been slapped, and Hiccup flinched. "You know no one would ever even think about hurting you."

"But what if they do?" Hiccup said. "I don't know, Dad. Dragons and Vikings...we've made peace, yes, but that can change. We went from war to peace, and I don't think the Berkians will have much of a problem going from peace to war again."

"But you don't have to worry about it, Hiccup," said Stoick. "It's not your job."

"If people are trying to kill me, then I think it is my job," said Hiccup. "And besides, if something happens where we do end up going to war against dragons again, then what will stop the villagers from blaming me? I was the first to establish a bond with a dragon. They always look to me with their dragon related problems. I'm...specifically talking about Mildew here, Dad."

"Mildew?" Stoick said. "You don't have to worry about him, son. He's a nutcase, and the village knows it."

"But Mildew can stir crowds without a problem," Hiccup said. "He finds some stupid excuse for an uprising, and then gathers the villagers to do as he commands, and then...then they follow him, Dad. He hates dragons, too. If he wants to get rid of Toothless, and...and maybe me eventually...then this could be his chance."

"I can't believe you think Mildew stands a chance against you while I'm around, Hiccup," said Toothless. "I'll blast him into oblivion before he even lays a finger on you. If he touches you, he'll hear it from me. Anyone who tries to hurt you will hear it from me."

"You don't have to worry about that, Hiccup," said Stoick.

"But I do!" Hiccup shouted suddenly. "I do have to worry about it, Dad. People trust Mildew more than they've ever trusted me! It doesn't matter that I'm Berk's heir and Mildew is some crazy, insane, delusional, inconsiderate...FOOL. They believe everything he says! I can't stop him! I can't do anything, Dad! That time when Toothless was blamed for vandalism...I was a witness! He lied and banished the dragons! If it hadn't been for me and the other riders leading the attack against the Outcasts, then they would STILL be on Dragon Island!"

He was panicking now, close to hysterics.

"I got myself deliberately struck by lightning to prove Toothless' innocence once the villagers blamed him for the lightning!" Hiccup shouted. He finally yanked himself away from his father's grip, and began to pace the floor. "But if I hadn't done that, they would have sent Toothless out to sea! I would have never seen him again, Dad!"

"Hiccup, just calm down," Stoick tried.

"Relax, Hiccup," said Toothless.

"This time shouldn't be any different!" Hiccup continued. "Something will happen, and the villagers will follow Mildew! They'll completely forget about everything the dragons ever did for us, and will follow that...that...WHATEVER YOU CALL HIM INSTEAD!"

"Hiccup, you need to take a breath!" Stoick said. "You're thinking about this too much!"

Hiccup half-expected yelling, but his father's voice was filled with so much care and concern, that Hiccup couldn't help stopping mid-rant. He stared into the eyes of his father, and took a breath.

His dizziness and headache was back with more ferocity than before. He swayed on his feet and gripped his head. He couldn't hold back a groan of pain. His breath quickened. His head swam.

Before he knew what was happening, he collapsed.