A/N

Well, the story kinda now reminds me from The Brother Bear and Isle of Dogs. And at comparison at songs, it changed with the last chapter from the "Rise of Evil" to Sabaton's Nightchild.

It was a question of where to go and where the journey will end. Anyway, after finding out that the "uncle" and the recruit were in fact the father and his long-lost son, things changed.

For the boy himself, it was one of the last things in the world he would expect to be true while his father was grumpy for some reason unknown to him.

He didn't know his mother and didn't know much about her, let alone what had happened to her.

He noticed the mood of his father and tried to change it.

"Come on, Dad, there's a lot to discover in the world."

He said the second day of the journey.

"The problem is that I've discovered almost everything here, I have nothing to discover."

"You said almost everything, there is still something to discover."

Hiccup sighed. He lost the taste for discovering the world a long time ago. The last time it ended was that he discovered an atrocity that marked him for the rest of his life and which he could not stop. Plus, the feeling that it's his fault.

He stopped, turned, and looked at the eight-year-old boy.

"So what do you want from me? I wish I could leave from here."

"I wonder where you're from, Dad, and I'd like to visit this place."

Hiccup immediately remembered Berk and the nightmares he suffered. He can't return home even if he wanted.Moreover, it is clear that it would not be understood what a desperate situation he was in, let alone it would be difficult to explain what Astrid had happened. He preferred his own family to the whole island, and many people relied on him as a leader. But as a former hero, he ended up as a renegade in the abyss of history.

"I can't go there with you."

"And why?"

"Just that's why."

The boy was silent. His father still looked as grumpy as before.

"So at least tell me something about my mom along the way. All I know from you is that you are my dad, but no one has told me who my mom is."

Hiccup was still silent, but his offspring started making dog eyes.

"At least tell me about my mom. Please."

It kept bringing back memories of his dead wife from the very beginning of their relationship until her death, and he knew he had her blood on his hands. How do you want to explain something like that to your child?

"I'll tell you something about her, but you'll continue on the journey with me."

Jensen nodded.

"I knew your mother from childhood, but we fell in love with each other as a teenager and then you were born a few years later. Your mom was a strong woman with the zeal I loved at her."

"And what happened to her?"

Hiccup was again silent.

"I didn't want to talk to you about this."

"What's going on!?" Jensen was confused.

"I don't want to talk about this here. Keep going with me."

The boy was silent again, and the journey continued calmly for another few minutes. But then it sounded; "Dad, I'm hungry."

Hiccup stopped.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Normally they gave us porridge for breakfast, but now I would take anything to eat."

Hiccup again sighed.

"Come with me, I'll get something for breakfast."

It was the second day that sounds were heard from a distance, signifying another war after eight years. But so far, our father and son have avoided it.

Like yesterday, it was overcast and the depressing Nordic atmosphere on the cheerful atmosphere since another war broke out yesterday.

The boy watched his father curiously.

"What are you going to do, Dad?"

"I want to make a rod. I want to fish. I enjoyed doing it when I was younger, and it's a quick and easy way to get something to eat."

Jensen wanted to turn around because he knew he might not be in this. But he didn't expect his father to put his hand on his shoulder and ask him for something.

"Jensen, I'll need you help. You will need to get a stick, rope and bait to make the rod. I'll get the other two things myself, but I'd ask you to find a stick."

"And how do I find a stick in this icy wasteland when the nearest forest is back there?"

"Many fallen branches are still rolling here under the snow."

Hiccup at that moment realized that there was a forest eight years ago but the Empire had it cut down. Maybe because of building more camps.

"We'll meet here in a minute. I'll search the nearby wreckage and you stay here. Don't go anywhere and with anyone else." Hiccup continued.

Jensen tried to find the stick. Eventually he found a medium-sized wet and cold stick. He returned to the seat and waited for his father. He was hungry and his father still had not returned. He was beginning to lose hope and wanted to go and look for his father, but at that moment he returned.

"I'm sorry it took longer than it should. It was difficult to find these specific things among the abandoned supplies."

Jensen was at least a little happy from that his father wasn't grumpy at the moment as he usually was since he found the truth.

He began to watch his father curiously how he is making a rod.

"Have you ever enjoyed fishing, Dad?"

"When I was younger, I had a lot of interests, including fishing. I enjoyed working in the smithy or working on maps."

But when Hiccup realized about what he is talking about, he smirked and went grumpy again.

"And further?" Jensen asked looking at his father.

"I don't want to talk about it. Come on, I'll show you how to fish."

Jensen followed Hiccup to the closest river. When his father threw the bait into the river, the boy watched as the rope remained in place in a stream of cold water. The bait was in place for a moment, but then it began to move.

"The fish caught." Hiccup said and he started to pulling the rod. Jensen watched how his father is pulling the rod up, strongly helding in his hands.

The cod finally flew out of the water, clapping on the ground. Hiccup he placed the rod on the ground and pulled out a knife. He knelt beside the clapping fish, and in a moment there was a cut. The fish no longer slapped.

It wasn't long before a campfire was lit among the debris. The boy immediately started eating grilling fish, his father did not want food.

"I'll get something better along the way. Is that enough for breakfast?" Hiccup asked, watching his son eating.

"It's not sweet, but at least I have something to eat. And you, Dad?"

"I am sorry, I am not hungry."

"When I was in school, they taught us about one night fury who is the army's best weapon."

Hiccup almost jumped in the reaction. Jensen swallowed all surprided as he watched his father's reaction.

"You knew that dragon Dad?"

"It's a very long and complicated story. And no, I don't want to talk to you about it yet." Hiccup fenced off.

"You didn't tell me much about Mom, at least tell me about the dragon."

"I do not want to talk about it."

"You've been saying this since I've been with you. Come on. Try not to act like this and tell me."

Hiccup was still silent.

"Dad, you know how I told you about how I wanted to be a dragon rider.

And you are my closest role model in fulfilling this dream of mine?"

Hiccup looked around if it is safe here. He didn't want to talk about that, but appearently he hadn't any option if he wanted to catch 8 years of parenting he lost.

"Good. I'll tell you about it. It's such a fairy tale."

The eight-year-old boy pricked up his ears, and as soon as he heard his father tell, his father was suddenly a new role model. His father was a rider and a hero? Why did they keep it a secret from him in his former home the whole time? Did his father really ride that night fury and were they second? Did he really manage to defend his home more than once? And who were their friends and relatives who didn't know? The boy felt childish playfulness as he listened, and his lost father became a role model for him.

Since this day his father was his new hero. Since this day.