AN: Hello my fellow readers. I apologize for not updating yesterday this chapter. I went out with my friends to watch Ant-Man (an AWESOME movie by the way) and I arrived quite late home. Also I've had lots of fun reading from many of you that they should kiss by the end of last chapter.

Anyway, here are the review responses:

White Hunter: Indeed. Given how deep their relationship is, I think that, even though scared, Heather wouldn't have had run off like Astrid did.

Djberneman: Indeed it is.

Cottonmouth25: You ship Heather with HIccup? That's not something very usual around this fandom, with Hiccstrid and everything. It's nice to hear you do it though. If I ever continue Searching For Echoes of the Past, should I find another cowriter, I think you'd enjoy the Heathercup in it.

thearizona: Well, I won't promise this chapter will give you any answer, since I already did this with the last one and, instead, it gave you more answers. All I can say is that I hope you'll like this chapter.

CrazyCartoonistOtaku: No worries about the PM stuff.

Nick Tanico: Man, I loved how you were blunt in your review. Yes, the final choice is mine, but it has been heavily influenciated and changed by the feedback from all of you from the moment I started this story until now. This chapter may be different from what you expect, but you should not cast out your thoughts if this chap turns out to be different. I mean, it could happen in the near future...

ivenganev1992: You'll learn quite soon the reason behind their grudge. And thanks, I hope this chapter goes well too.

Noctus Fury: Indeed, although, unless very obvious mistakes, I don't mind them. I've seen even incredibly well written stories having spelling mistakes. Yes I know what you mean... and no they don't think it, mostly because they don't think someone, even Heather, would want to do it with Hiccup at all. Regarding the end of the chapter, did you think too that they would kiss? I mean, apparently a lot more people thought of this than I had expected. These questions I can't answer, because.. well, spoilers. And no, I'm not making Astrid this way to pair Hiccup with Heather. It's just how I see her reacting because of her pride. She shows signs of regreat after it, but at the moment her hurt pride runs over her mind. About the email, I mean emailing me the ideas so I can put them in my list. I'm always on my phone looking at the reviews, so it can be a little hard to write these ideas on my Word file. LAstly, I don't see why I would not think about your ideas, or anyone else's. I mean, they are good ideas, whether or not they fit in this story.

Flameo Hotman: So nice to see a fresh one review this story. Many of you spoke of kissing, surprising me since I didn't expect so many of you mentioning it. I can't promise that it will happen or not, and that it will or will not be in this chapter. Let's just not cast out any ideas, eh?

Without further ado:

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He warmly returned the hug and rested his chin on her shoulder. All the apprehension he felt about showing Toothless to her vanished, and he smiled, thankful that, for once, everything turned out as he had hoped.

They distanced themselves from one another enough so they could look at each other's eyes. Heather always liked Hiccup's shade of green, even though her eyes were green too, and she never grew tired of looking at them. She started to slowly, and unconsciously, lean toward him, while Hiccup either seemed distracted, by her eyes, enough to not protest or noticed it but had no protests whatsoever.

Before anything could happen, though, Toothless head butted his head between them, breaking their hug in the process. Hiccup laughed at Toothless' jealous antic, and teased his draconic friend. "Oh you big baby, you want a hug too? Come here," he said before hugging his dragon's neck. Heather laughed; a warm feeling inside her as she saw Hiccup showing affection toward the Night Fury as if it was a friend, and a blush on her face as she had just realized what she had been about to do.

Hiccup's stomach suddenly growled, and he blushed in embarrassment while Heather amusedly giggled. He unwrapped his arms from Toothless' neck and looked at his dragon. "So, lunch time bud. You ready to fly?" he asked, making Toothless happily bounce around, his tongue limping out of his mouth in sheer joy.

He looked at Heather and asked the question that would determinate how they would leave: "Do you think you're ready to fly on his back?" He had planned what they would do if she was afraid of climbing Toothless' back. He wouldn't blame her if she was; after all he also had been the first few times he straddled Toothless.

Heather froze, caught off by the question. For some reason she didn't even think about flying on a dragon's back, even though that, should she leave with him, it would mean that she would be on Toothless' back. But, if Hiccup was offering her this then it must mean that he wouldn't let her fall to her death.

While she thought about the answer she would give him Hiccup managed to make Toothless stop bouncing around like a little child and hopped on his back. He extended a hand to her before speaking again, this time with a hopeful tone.

"So… what do you say? Are you up for flying on the back of a Night Fury?"

"I… Is it safe Hiccup?" she asked, seeking some reassurance from the boy. Hiccup's tone made easy to think that flying was as easy as sailing, but she doubted very much that this was the truth.

"I won't let anything happen to you." She did notice that he dodged her question, but his reassurance soothed her fears. Hesitantly she walked toward, her eyes darting to Hiccup every second or two. He extended a hand to help her climb Toothless and she gladly accepted it; the last thing she wanted was to fall before even properly hopping on the Night Fury. "You might want to hold onto something. Let me know when you're ready to take off," he suggested.

Heather looked around. She tried holding at the saddle, but noticed that the grip was not strong enough. She thought about holding onto Hiccup's shoulders but decided against it; it would be too cumbersome to her. Her cheeks blushed slightly when she realized she would have to hold on Hiccup's waist. Even though they were friends, she was feeling uncomfortable in touching Hiccup since she discovered that she indeed liked him.

And that she had just tried to kiss him.

Hiccup's face turned into a deep red when Heather's arms wrapped his waist. He made a note to add a second seat to the saddle if they were to run away from Berk on Toothless' back. It wasn't that he disliked Heather's touch, but more that he wanted to concentrated so none of them would fall to their deaths. He turned his head slightly and cocked a questioning eyebrow. Heather seemed to understand what he was silently asking as she said: "I'm ready…I guess."

He leaned on Toothless' head and patted it. "Gently Toothless, we have a passenger with us," he instructed the playful Night Fury, fully aware of the stunts that his dragon liked to do. He felt Toothless' muscle tense beneath him, as well as Heather's hold on him tighten. With the mere seconds he had left on the ground he prayed that Toothless would obey him for once.

Heather couldn't stop herself from screaming, even though she had expected their 'take off' to be far from gentle. Her gentle grip on Hiccup's waist turned into a death grip while she buried her face on his back. Only when they leveled out and Hiccup patted her hands that she dared to open her eyes and relax her grip on his waist. Her terror changed to awe the moment she saw the vast ocean beneath them, and the clouds so close.

She failed to notice, however, that Hiccup was panting heavily, his lungs almost crushed from her death grip and his body in dire need of air.

It was late afternoon, and the sun was almost setting in the horizon. The sky was almost clear, sans for a couple of clouds near Berk, and it was a beautiful mixture of blue and orange. Heather envied the dragons right this moment, for she saw what beautiful sight the flying reptiles could enjoy whenever they wanted.

The clouds near the horizon were tainted with a sweet orange-pink coloring that Heather amusedly compared to Hiccup's face when he was blushing. She wished she not only had Hiccup's drawing skills this moment, but that she could as well paint the landscape before her. She let out a happy sigh escape her lips and nested her chin on Hiccup's shoulder. Her eyes kept looking at every inch of the scenery before her so her mind could memorize as much as possible.

"This is amazing…" she said and Hiccup hummed in agreement. Even though he only flied with Toothless a couple of times he doubted that he would ever get tired of the rushing wind against his face, the jaw-dropping sight of the landscape and the thrill of flying. It was an addiction that he was proud to have, and he, this moment, had no doubt that Heather shared the same feeling he had about flying.

"How come no one ever thought about this before?" she asked while using one of her hands to gestured around. Was it really possible that no one considered looking at dragons with a different perspective before Hiccup? This war has been raging on for nearly 300 years; Heather was sure that someone must have appeared before him and seen the same.

"I don't know… I mean, my mom…" he faltered slightly. Speaking of his mother was always a touchy subject and therefore hardly spoken of. "She used to think that there was more to dragons than what they meet the eyes. But I don't think she went as far as befriending one…" he explained to her.

"And…even if someone had befriended a dragon before I don't think the Vikings would have liked that. It would make sense that, if someone indeed did this, they would have kept it out of records," he reasoned. He had considered looking at Berk's archive, or even Bork's notes to see if he had, in fact, been the only one to not see in a dragon an enemy.

But he decided not to. Vikings weren't known for talking about unsettling things, much less recording them. As proof of that, Alvin the Treacherous was a person known on Berk only because he had been banished shortly before Hiccup was born. And even so people barely muttered his name Hiccup, in fact, only knew about this man because of Gobber.

He was brought out of his inner thoughts when his stomach growled again. He blushed profusely when he heard a giggle coming from behind him, which meant that Heather heard his stomach …calling for food. "If I may ask…do you mind getting a bit soaked?" he asked her without turning his head.

"Well let me see… the wind is colder than ice up here, the water is probably cold too and my stomach is not begging for food like yours… yes I would mind getting soaked, thank you for asking," she said using a bit of Hiccup's sarcasm. He smiled, and this time ignored Heather's comment about his stomach roaring.

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"Bud, let's go to that island," he whispered on one of my earplates. I crooned in agreement, understanding that the island my rider was talking about was the peaceful one that we had landed, and where Hiccup had given his gift to one of the pesky little dragons. I was never fond of those 'Terrible Terrors' as the Vikings called them. To me they always sounded like unhappy hatchlings.

Toothless landed on the rocky island they had been before. Hiccup and Heather climbed off from him while Toothless waited for his rider. "Okay, so we'll go get some fish. You think you can build up a fire for us?" he asked her. She looked around and, although the island was devoid of fauna and flora, she spotted some kindling and sticks lying around. She didn't know, but they were the remains of the stockpile Hiccup used to make a campfire last time.

"Okay, we'll be back shortly. Bud, let's go," he said while hopping Toothless. Unlike their early takeoff, this one was much quicker and far less gentle. Heather was glad that she wasn't on the back of Toothless this time; otherwise she would have either screamed her lungs out or crushed Hiccup with a death grip.

As she lazily built up the campfire-she was expecting Toothless to light it because she didn't have a flint with her-she watched Hiccup flying Toothless. Even though she was watching them from afar she could tell that they were obviously not fishing anything. Instead they were, apparently, doing some crazy aerial stunts. Heather flinched each time she saw Hiccup do something dangerous.

When they landed she noticed that Hiccup was soaked from the waist below. Interestingly, though, the whole prosthetic tail seemed to be dry, even the leather part. She approached him and gave him a punch on the shoulder. "Owww, what did I do now Heather?" he asked annoyed. Sometimes Heather takes a more Astrid approach, as he dubbed it, when dealing with Hiccup's recklessness.

"Don't you want to try something more dangerous like free falling…? Seriously Hiccup, you could be a little more careful when doing your stunts with Mr. I love crazy," she glared at Toothless when saying that. At first the Night Fury glared back, clearly not intimidated by the young healer. But as the seconds ticked by he slowly slumped against her glared, her unnerving glare affecting even the most feared dragon.

She pointed at the campfire and, while Toothless huffed indignantly, he complied. A small plasma blast left Toothless' mouth and hit the campfire, thus lighting it. He lay down near his fish pile and began to happily eat it, while the teens grabbed a stick and fish to heat them. "I'm sorry… but I can't help it," he exclaimed in exasperation. "The thrill, the emotion, it's absolutely amazing Heather. Both of our hearts yearns to feel that when we're in the air," he explained with a slightly dejected tone and slumped shoulders.

Heather's face softened, and she felt slightly guilty because of her over-protectiveness. They both sat and leaned against Toothless, and the dragon continued eating undisturbed. She laid a hand on his shoulders and looked apologetically to him "I'm sorry Hiccup… I didn't know you two felt that way…"

He smiled to her and shrugged "It's okay… it's not like you could know anyway," he said, before silence fell between them. It was not an uncomfortable silence though; the three of them were comfortably eating the fish, or in Toothless' case swallowing it whole. Heather compared this situation to how it would feel if they left Berk, and, if it was similar to this then she would have no problem leaving the village behind.

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After they finished the fish and doused the campfire they flew back to Berk. Hiccup insisted that he needed to make some adjustments to Toothless' tail. They both left the Cove soon after they landed, and left behind a whining Toothless. Heather barely held her laugh as they headed toward the Forge; the image of a whining Night Fury nearly being too funny for her to handle it.

They didn't stay for long there. To her surprise Hiccup only had to take a small hammer and his journal. "It's just a small tweak. I noticed that the pedal was a little loose when we were flying back to Berk," he explained after seeing her confused face. He opened the door slightly and peeked from it. They only left the place after Hiccup was sure that the streets were desert, or at least the Vikings on it were passed out.

When they were near the Cove Hiccup stopped and held his arm so she would also stop. "Let's go down quietly. There's something I want to show you," he said with a mischievous grin that honestly frightened her a little. She only recalled seeing this grin on the Twins, and usually disaster followed it shortly after. They quietly climbed down the narrow passage, and she had to stop herself from uttering a curse or two after she nearly slipped down.

When they reached the Cove Hiccup directed her to hide behind a rock. She complied and, when both of them were leaning their backs against the rock he said "Now, watch this," he said while grabbing the small hammer from inside his fur coat-he hadn't had taken his riding vest with him that day-and placed it on the rock.

She observed the surrounding and didn't notice anything different. The only thing she saw was a small light dot reflecting from the hammer… and it was gone. She nearly jumped when the Night Fury 'tackled' the light dot with his paws, only to open them and find out that it was gone. A quiet giggle escaped her lips when she saw Toothless' shocked face.

She watched as Hiccup twitched the hammer, thus making the dot move. Toothless relentlessly followed the shiny thing as if he was an overgrown cat with scales. He kept doing this for a little longer, until Toothless' sight ended up on them. Heather burst out laughing at Toothless' face of disbelief, and even Hiccup joined her by laughing as well.

"If someone ever told me that a Night Fury, the most feared dragon of all, would act like a cat when seeing a shiny dot I would have drugged them in fear that they were insane," she said while panting. Her face was flushed from laughing so hard and she was clenching her stomach since it was aching slightly. Hiccup opened his mouth to say something, but only a yelp escaped it as Toothless grabbed him by the collar of his tunic.

She burst out laughing again when Toothless dropped him in the pond, and Hiccup's head emerged from it completely soaked. Hiccup glared at his reptilian friend, only to see that his dragon was laughing as well, more like chocking, but he wasn't going to say that to Toothless. "Yeah, sure, lets laugh at others misery. We'll see if you keep laughing when you're the one being fooled," he said out loud while looking knowingly at Toothless.

His dragon caught the mischievous glint on Hiccup's eyes and immediately went after his prey as silent as a ghost. Heather's laughter abruptly stopped as she was taken by the collar of her tunic by Toothless'…toothless mouth. She barely had time to yelp before her body made contact with the cold, clean water of the pond inside the Cove.

When she emerged from the water both Hiccup and Toothless were laughing from the shore. He patted his dragon's head in thanks and Heather saw this. She mustered as much annoyance as possible and directed at him through a deathly glare. She allowed a small smirk to creep on her lips when she saw Hiccup visibly swallowing.

As she swam to leave the pond Hiccup grabbed some twigs to make a campfire, but this time for the sole reason of getting dried. By the time she was out of the pond Hiccup was sitting, his back leaning on Toothless while a small campfire was light before him. They both knew that taking out their clothes would make them dry faster, but they were too self-conscious to do that.

"May I join you in basking on the warmth of this campfire?" she asked in mock politeness while squeezing her hair, droplets of water falling from him. She was annoyed from being soaked, but also amused. It was rare of Hiccup to boldly prank her, even after being friends with her all those years.

"Why of course, my lady! Do sit and enjoy this pleasant warmth blessed by the Gods and make company for such fine gentleman as myself," he replied in equal mock politeness. They both stared at each other for a second before bursting out laughing.

She eventually sat after regaining her breath. It was amazing to her how Hiccup always managed to make things more interesting with his sarcasm. It was actually one of his trails that she deeply admired, and strived to match. She could be sarcastic, as proven earlier, but the only one that could come close of matching his sarcasm was Gobber. To be honest she didn't know if it was Hiccup who rubbed Gobber with sarcasm or the other way around.

Heather closed her eyes while enjoying the warmth of the fire before them. She was beginning to feel tired from all their activities this day; she certainly didn't wake up thinking that she would be riding a dragon, or be thrown at a pond by one. Still, it appeared that fate was against her rest as she heard Hiccup faking a cough. She begrudgingly opened her eyes and looked at him. "Yes… what is it?" she asked, slightly concerned by looking at his nervous face.

"Well… uhh… you never told me if you were ready to leave Berk…" he said while sounding apprehensive. She groaned slightly as the memory of their conversation came back to her mind. It was something she certainly didn't want to think about at that time. "I mean… it's okay if you don't… I'm not forcing you to anything…" he began rambling.

She sighed in annoyance. Hiccup could really be clueless of when he needed to shut up. "Hiccup," she said in a stern voice, essentially silencing said teen. She smiled, feeling rather victorious, since shushing him was rarely an easy task to do, before speaking up again. "I'd follow you to anywhere. We stick together, no matter what happens remember?" she said, quoting what Hiccup told her earlier.

He smiled genuinely to her, while feeling relieved that he would have someone when he leaves Berk the next day. "Besides, it's not many that have the opportunity of travelling on the back of a Night Fury. I'd be crazy to throw away such opportunity," she added teasingly. They both shared a laugh at her silly comment, before quieting down again. It was only then that they, especially Heather, realized how tired they were from riding Toothless.

She unconsciously leaned her head against his shoulder as she felt drowsier, while Hiccup wrapped his arm around her so she would be more comfortable. "We're leaving tomorrow, I need to grab some materials in the forge for his tail," he explained to her. She just hummed in understanding, the sleep knocking on her door already. Hiccup leaned his head against Toothless' belly as he was also feeling drowsy. The dragon wrapped his wings around them to act as a blanket.

He could hear her even, quiet breathing, indicating that she felt asleep. While he felt comfort from the presence of his longtime friend, his heart was aching and yearning for what he would give up the next day…especially Astrid. There was so much he wanted to tell her, to ask her, to even demand from her, but it would all be left behind.

A single tear left his closed eyes as his heart realized he would never be able to tell Astrid that he loved her, that he wanted to know what she thought about the axe, that he still cared about her and that, every year, on the day Finn perished he visited its grave and paid his respects to the fallen Viking. He would never see Gobber again, or his father, even if Stoick had not been the best father these past years.

He ended up sleeping there as well, but careless about that. It was not like there would be anyone sober enough to look for them.

The next day…

Heather slowly stirred from her sleep. The last thing she remembered from the night before was telling Hiccup that she would follow him to anywhere, so it was only natural that, the moment she slowly opened her eyes, she was very surprised to see Hiccup asleep beside her, with his arm wrapped around her in a comforting way.

She blushed, feeling self-conscious of how close they were to each other. Her heartbeat quickened as she felt his body heat, despite the cold, chilly air of the mornings on Berk. She felt comfortable yet sad, because she held little hope that Hiccup's heart would stop yearning for Astrid, no matter where they end up after leaving Berk.

She honestly wished that she had noticed the signs before, that she had known her heart, deep down, harvested feelings for Hiccup, and not in a friendly way. She wasn't sure if it would have made any difference or would have only extended the amount of time she would spend feeling sad that the feeling wasn't mutual, but a part of her thought that maybe, if she had known before, Hiccup wouldn't love Astrid today.

She let out a wishful sigh. It was a horrible feeling to have him so close, yet so far. She would never give up their friendship, hence why she had been so happy when he gave her another chance, but she also wished that, if she confessed her feelings to him, that perhaps they would be more than friends. It was rather painful to think that she would forever be in his zone of friends, as if she was friendzoned…

'Friendzone…' she thought, 'perhaps that should be considered a thing, or a curse more like it. The most painful curse a heart can bear…'

She didn't dwell longer on these thoughts because Hiccup slowly awoke; his movements startling slightly her. He blushed slightly when he realized the position he slept but didn't comment anything. Instead he smiled at her and murmured: "Good morning."

His smile was more than enough to brighten Heather's mood. "Morning Hiccup," she said as they untangled themselves from the mass of limbs, most of them being Toothless' wings and legs. "Are we going to leave now?" she asked, hopeful that Hiccup would not say anything about her using his shoulder as a pillow.

He looked at her slightly confused, before his fuzzy memory finally cleared. He recalled that he would face the Nightmare on the next day, and therefore would be leaving today. He nodded to answer her question before his mind reorganized what he had planned to do today: "Yes, but I'll have to go to the Forge grab something. I left an emergency pack there ready for when we leave," he added.

Hiccup quickly left the Cove while Heather organized the stuff Hiccup brought. He traded stealth for speed as he ran toward the Forge, caring more that they left as fast as possible rather than if someone saw him.

He failed, however, to see a blond warrior see him leaving from the Cove.

As she finished clearing the campfire, and leaving no traces that they had been there, she noticed Toothless' earplates perk up from the corner of her eye. She turned and saw Toothless crouching, although not growling, and his eyes half-slits, instead of the usual dilated pupils. "What's it Toothless?" she asked him through a whisper. He jerked his head slightly, as if pointing to somewhere.

Her breath was caught in her throat as she saw a blond warrior descending from the Cove's narrow entrance. She saw him slowly claw the ground, as if ready to attack her. "No Toothless. We need to hide, now! We can't let her see us," she directed him while pushing his head.

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I snapped out of my attack mode to look deep into her eyes. Her distress and fear was radiating heavily, and I guessed that if humans had acute senses as the dragons, the invader would have easily noticed her. While I knew, and she probably did too, that I could easily take out the intruder, I complied with her, and together we both hid behind a shadowed rock formation. Even though it was sunny today, even a dragon would have a difficult time spotting us; the shadow that the giant tree casted toward this specific place made it a perfect hideout.

We both held a bated breath each and every second the blond was inside the Cove. Heather was thankful that she didn't explore it, but instead decided to sit on a rock, as if she was waiting someone. Still, the shrinking noise she was doing by using a rock to sharpen her axe was not helping her and I relax.

Meanwhile…

Hiccup reached the village in record time. Although he was sweating and panting, he didn't stop, and continued going toward the Forge. While he was caring little that someone saw him, he was thankful that no was on the street; the passed out Vikings didn't count. He quickly reached the door and opened it.

But his panted breathing hitched the moment his eyes fell on his mentor, asleep in a chair with his mug-prosthesis attached. He had paled when Gobber admonished him because of the noise he did from opening the door the last time. Hiccup sighed in relief when he craned his neck and saw that Gobber didn't open his eyes this time, meaning the Viking didn't wake up, and quickly considered that the burly man would have reprimand anyone that had open the door the way he did.

He slithered through the Forge, mindful of not awaking Gobber. His face turned from a worried one to a gleeful one when he managed to step inside his workshop successfully. He looked around, glancing to the numerous drawings pawned at the wall. He released a longing sigh while he collected any drawings he did from after he met Toothless-in other words: drawings that weren't a dragon killing machine-and stored them inside the basket he had readied the day before. He slowly left the workshop, savoring what would be his last memories of the place, and slowly walked through the Forge.

His nose finally picked the disgusting smell of alcohol, and he didn't have to glance around to know that Gobber was the source of such dreadful smell. He stopped at the door of the Forge and looked back. He tenderly watched the blacksmith's chest rise and fall smoothly as he was asleep. Unfortunately his mind realized that he was looking to who would soon become his ci-devant mentor the moment he left Berk.

Unlike his travel toward the village, his walk toward the Cove was slow and a bit mournful. He began to think of all the things he would leave behind: Gobber's sarcastic remark, the jokes they would exchange to one another, as well as the teasing. He would never see the blacksmith again, or Astrid, or his father, or anything about Berk.

He was never accepted here, and now Hiccup knew, for sure, that he would never be.

He would never see his father again… it saddened him that he didn't have many good memories to remember of him, even though he knew that deep down his father loved him. He had thought of leaving a note to his father, or even faking his death, but eventually decided against it. He didn't want the great Stoick the Vast hunting him down through the Archipelago or mourning again.

So he decided that he would simply vanish, leaving no trace of his intentions. He figured that his father would search for him, but wouldn't go beyond Berk, and while he would probably mourn his loss, a part of him hoped that Stoick wouldn't give up on him, that he wouldn't proclaim him dead the moment the vast man realized it was futile to send search parties.

Or that he would throw a party to celebrate his mysterious departure, and would keep moving on as if he never had Hiccup in the first place.

Hiccup really hoped that this wasn't the case, and a small voice inside his head told him that it wouldn't in fact.

He came out of his thoughts when the familiar sight of the Cove's cliff came to his vision. He swiftly walked through its narrow entrance. Even though he was carrying a heavy basket, as it contained some leather, metal and tools to fix Toothless' tail in case of an emergency, he didn't stumble when descending into the Cove.

He was slightly confused when he noticed that his black scaly friend and human friend were nowhere in sight. "Bud, where are you? Come on out," he called, failing to notice the blond sitting on a rock before him.

The shrink she did startled Hiccup greatly, and he jumped like a frightened bunny, the basket he had been carrying dropping to the ground, while a loud yelp escaped his mouth. "Astrid? What the heck?" he asked.

Astrid, ignoring his question, leaped from the rock and started approaching him. "You've been keeping secrets Haddock, from everyone" she accused while pointing her axe at him. He gulped, his hands shaking slightly as he extended them before him, in a matter that desperately said: 'Let's all calm down and speak as civilized people'.