Chapter 3:

Hiccup was shaking hands with Viggo. "Hold the fort.". Viggo nodded. "Save travels, my friend.".

At Berk Hiccup was wearing the most casual clothing he had. Skinny jeans, T-shirt, black sneakers with a hoodie. Although the closes to a casual car he owned was a Chevrolet Camaro. Heading to the pub his disguise wasn't working. The bartender was actually the one man who was a father figure to Hiccup. "LADDIE!". He cried out. Everyone looked and saw who it was. "It's the President!" someone shouted out. Hiccup gave a sigh. This wasn't going to go well. So being friendly he just greeted everyone. Keeping his mood intact he kindly left and went for his car only to bump into someone. He immediately reacted. "Geez ma'am, I am so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going.". The woman just waved it off. "It's alright.". As she looked up Hiccup felt the heat in his body leaving. "Astrid?". Astrid was looking at him. "Where the suit?" she asked sarcastically. Hiccup only laughed. "Decided to go casual.". Astrid then gave a laugh. "You, a casual? That's new.". Hiccup laughed too. "I am full of surprises.". Astrid nodded again. But then Eret grabbed Astrid's hand too hard. "Babe! Why are you talking t- Mister President?". Hiccup sighed. "Just Hiccup.". Eret then gave an evil smirk. "Then I can hit you.". Astrid then got cold feet. But as Eret wanted to punch Hiccup side stepped and kneed him in the groin. "I do boxing with my secret service agents.". With that he walked on and got to his car and drove to the home he grew up in.

Knocking on the door he was hoping his father was waiting. The door opened and there stood his father. His father was frozen with shock. Hiccup smiled. "Hi dad.". His father hugged him. "Hi son.".