Well everybody, this is the end of the story. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! I didn't think the fanfic would be this long, or that i'd get so many supporters or reviews and I just want to thank you all. Enjoy…

"Child." Pache heard a voice say from the dark abyss she was currently stuck in.

"Who are you?" Pache asked. "You're so warm."

"I need you to wake up."

"But, I'm so tired."

"I know. However, now is not the time to dawdle. Please, get up."

"Who are you?"

"You know who I am."

"...but."

"Wake up. Please."

"I want to stay with you! Don't leave me."

"You don't belong here. Wake up. For me."

"Okay… Dreamstriker."

With a large gasp, Pache woke up from her deep sleep. Her eyes wide open, she looked around the room, trying to sense any sort of danger. What was odd, thought, she wasn't in any danger, at least none that she could spot. She currently was laying in a bed, the soft sheets tucked all the way up to her neck, and a bowl of soup next to her that had gone cold.

Next to the bowl, probably the person who was trying to eat it, was an old lady. Pache recognized her as, "Gothi?"

The elder woke with a start, her helmet falling off her head and onto the ground. Staring at the young child, almost in disbelief, Gothi got up and walked out of the room in a hurried-like manner.

Pache looked up at the ceiling. Where am I? She wondered. Then, she heard an odd sound. Thump, clank, thump, clank. That sounds like Daddy's prosthetic.

And sure enough, not too long later, Hiccup ran through the door. His eyes wide with worry, he darted next to Pache's side, and he took her hand.

"Are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere? How are you feeling? Can you hear me?" whack. Gothi, with a good wave of her stick, hit Hiccup on the head as if to say 'calm down.' "Yeah, I deserved that. Thanks Gothi."

She nodded, as if saying 'that's right.' Then, walked back outside, probably to tell more people about Pache's awakening.

"But, really. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Daddy." Pache said and gave a weak smile.

"Thank goodness." He sighed.

"How long have I been out?" She asked.

"Two months." Hiccup said in a pained voice. Pache's eyes widened. "You gave everyone a scare. We thought we had lost you. After all the fighting, the emotional weight of, well… you're just a little girl, hun. You shouldn't have seen all that."

"I'm fine, dad. Trust me." She squeezed on his hand.

"Pache." She heard a voice call out. Astrid walked in the room, and sat on the end of the bed. "How are you feeling? We've been so worried. Is your arm okay? Does it hurt anywhere else?" Hiccup, seeing Gothi's irritation, shook his wife's shoulder.

"Astrid, she's fine."

Gothi began to write on the ground. If she wasn't pregnant, I would have smacked her for sure.

Hiccup and Astrid chuckled. Pache looked at her mom, and saw that a noticeable bump was forming on her abdominal area. "I'm going to be a sister?" She asked.

"You sure are." Hiccup confirmed, and placed a hand on Astrid's stomach.

"Only four and a half more months." Astrid said, and the couple stared lovingly into each other's eyes.

"What's his name going to be?" Pache asked.

"If it's a girl, Anastasia Sinbad Haddock. If it's a boy, Michael Draconophobia Haddock."

A loud crash was suddenly heard outside. "Let me see her!"

Whack.

"But she's my granddaughter!"

Whack!

"Looks like Gothi won't let a few people in." Hiccup said. "Are you okay to…"

"Pache is not walking any time soon." Astrid argued.

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to carry her." He reached down, and cradled her, walked outside, and almost immediately they were hit with a large wave of silence.

Many stares were set before, "Pache's awake!"

"She's awake!"

"Get out the mead. We need to celebrate!"

Not too long later, a large crowd was surrounding them, cheering. "Alright, alright, back off!" Stoick said. "Give her some air." He looked down at his granddaughter, and smiled. "Welcome back." He said, and ruffled her now short hair. A dragon roared above them, and a figure dropped down next to Stoick.

"Grandma!" Pache exclaimed excitedly, and Valka took her from Hiccup's arms.

"Oh, I missed you, dear. Gave us quite a fright, you did." She hugged her granddaughter.

"Hey, grandma, we're on Berk, right? What happened while I was out?"

"Well, why don't you see for yourself?" Valka said, and walked out of the crowd. With a clear view of Berk, Pache could see many people from different places, and different languages.

"Th-the dragon trappers?"

"Yes. And…"

"Hello." A large voice crooned, and the two were shadowed by a large dragon.

Pache gasped, and for a minute, felt a slight hint of fear. But, once she could see the Bewilderbeast meant no harm, she responded, "Hello."

"I must apologize for what I did earlier. That man was threatening."

"I understand." She smiled. "After all, we're both just kids. Wait, but… is Drago good now?"

Everyone looked at each other, wondering who was going to tell her. Finally, Tuffnut and Ruffnut spoke. "Eret ran him through!" They cheered, obviously not sensing that it was a sensitive subject.

Pache looked to her father. "Is that true?"

He nodded. "Yes. I wish there was another way, but…"

"I understand." She interrupted. "Who's the leader of the trappers now?"

"None other than the best trapper alive, of course." Eret said, making an appearance. "But, dragon trapping isn't really our thing anymore. With Hiccup here helping us, I have no doubt we'll be the first rogue dragon clan. At least, that's what we call ourselves." He smiled, and if Ruffnut didn't know any better, she might have sighed. However, she leaned up and kissed her fiance on the cheek, staying loyal to him.

"So everything's okay now? No more bad guys?"

"Yes, Pache. No more fighting. For now, we rebuild, restore, and rest."

They looked out at Berk, dragons everywhere. People working hard, and yet enjoying it. It was warm, for once, and Pache now had her entire family around her to love. Striker, though dead, was in her heart and was watching over her. She could feel it.

This is Berk.

If you're looking for big, scary adventures and fire-breathing demons, this is the place.

But, it won't turn out to be the classic fairy tale it usually is.

Riding, not killing, and adventures of self-discovery are what makes this place magical.

There are different people. different dragons, and that's okay.

Here, everybody is welcome, and everybody is friends. This is my home where I was meant to belong.

Sure, the food can be stale and the people tough to the bone,

But the best thing about Berk is not the pets, nor the people.

It's both.

My family.