Chapter 1-

Revenge sounds mean that's why I call it returning the favor

"Gods it smells." the voice of a grown man startles Stoick awake and considering he lives alone it worries him as well. Before Stoick can move a blade is slipped under his throat. "Do not make any sudden moves." a warning from the voice he hears is not from the first man he heard. This voice is slightly higher but smoother and more pleasant to his ears despite the thick accent. Stoick's green eyes move to the side wanting to see who dares introduce his home but people are nowhere in sight, only glowing green eyes from a giant dragon.

He sees his reflection in the beast gaze as his heart pounds a mile a minute. "I am going to remove my blade, attack my friend, my dragon or me and I will slit your throat." his words are less of a threat and more of a promise but anger Stoick the bear like viking all the same. When the blade is removed Stoick doesn't listen the second he is free he reaches for his weapon but it's gone. His hammer is missing from his bedside.

"Looking for this?" the deeper voice taunts. Stoick peers through the darkness of his room and a figure stands by his door tossing his silver weapon in the air as if it weighs less than a mere stone. The man's face is not visible hidden behind a mask, his burly body covered in an armor he's never seen before; it's made of greens, red, and dabs of yellow and under it stands a green tunic.

"Your sword is gone too." the voice of the second man draws Stoick attention. Had it not been for the red painted on the odd black armor much similar to the first man's Stoick would not have seen him.

Stoick scans the man up and down slowly standing to his feet. The dragon he now recognizes as a night furry lets out a low growl when he gets too close. Despite Stoick's anger he keeps himself under control he's out maned and out weponded. Trying to fight them would be pointless. "Who are you and why are you in my home?" Stoick's gruff voice asks, eyeing both men with his judgmental gaze.

He steps towards the man closest to him trying to intimidate the young man but it's not working. Stoick doesn't tower over the man dressed in black like he does most and despite being bigger he's not stronger than the intruder. Stoicks was born with his muscles and the rest is fat. He doesn't work out and he's nearing half a century. Trying the younger man would be a stupid idea.

"We're here to help." the second man calls out, "and If I were you I would step away from my Jarl." there is a sharp point in his back after the man's words. He can feel the tip of a sword pressing behind his heart. Although the man would have to use all his strength to push the blade through his rib, break the bone, then push some more to pierce his heart it's not impossible so Stoick steps away.

"We don't need help." Stoick growls his eyes narrowing to a glare. In a close enough space Stoick can see the man's mask is more of a helmet and through it he can see his eyes. They're green but not a normal green. They're soft like the leaves on a summer tree but hard like a stone. They seem familiar but he can not place where.

"Easy Eret. It's alright." the first man says and the sharp point of the sword is removed.

The burly man finally has a name. "From the looks of your half burned village, the smell of rotting fish, and the armata the size of a medium island that's on it's way I'd disagree." Eret remarks not bothering to hide his amusement. A man who is called chieftain has absolutely no idea what's coming his or his peoples way.

"In his defense Berk has been half alive and rotting." a pause falls after the first man's words before they burst into laughter. "Good one Hiccup." Eret chuckles but Stoick doesn't find his words funny.

Not bothering to think Stoick tries to wrap his hands around Erets throat but he falls to his knees. A throb in his side and back. Hiccup punched him. Hard. "What did I say about touching my friend?" he hisses. His green eyes stare into Stoick's and now he knows where he knows them. "Son?" he coughs out as he tries to regain his breath.

Hiccup stands tall and shakes his head. "Thank you for ruining the surprise Eret." he speaks with a sharp sarcasm that is all too familiar and now he sees it. He sees his son. "You're alive." Stoick gasps, trying to stand. They searched for years but no one has seen Hiccup; he disappeared leaving only his small dagger behind.

"You can still make the villagers shit their pants." Eret adds giving his buddy a shoulder nudge. Hiccup rolls his eyes and takes off the black helmet there is no longer a need for it since his identity has been revealed.

Auburn hair from his mom grew out past his shoulder, light freckles on his pale skin and green eyes but they're not the same. He can't believe it, he's dreaming, it can't be his son. Loki must be playing a cruel trick on him.

Hiccup reaches out a gloved hand, "Get up old man everyone is waiting for you." Hiccup callously growls at his father although he does not consider him to be one.

Stoick only stares in disbelief making both Hiccup and Eret roll their eyes. "Toothless." Hiccup huffs annoyed that Stoick is taking so long. The night fury grumbles as he follows his best friend out the door. Along the way he wraps his tail around Stoick's leg and begins to drag the Chef of the Hollgians tribe out with them. Shouting and swearing Stoick is ignored as he's dragged through his island like a sack.

"Tell this overgrown lizard to let me go!" he commands Hiccup but it's a mistake. Toothless ears perk up at the name lizard. The dragon makes a sharp turn his usual playful and happy mood vanishes and turns into a hostile giant. He slowly pulls his tail until Stoick is underneath his talons. The nearly two ton dragon eases his weight onto the viking slowly crushing the man's rib cage.

Toothless nostrils glow a faint blue that Stoick recognizes as the dragon's plasma blast. "Yeah he doesn't like that word. No dragon does." Hiccup informs Stoick with an almost comical tone. "You might want to apologize." Eret adds, trying not to laugh.

"Apologize?" Stoick asks, not believing he's serious. Before the two can say anything Toothless is off in the air with a screaming Stoick being lazily carried by the black dragons tail. "Is he going to be alright?" Eret questions as they watch engrossed as the reptile and the large viking disappear into the clouds. Hiccup shrugs his shoulders softly, "I think so." he tells his friend not sounding too sure. Both men make eye contact before shrugging again and walking off to where a small portion of their crew has gathered the hairy hooligans.

The sun has hardly risen, "Attention members of Berk!" a loud voice calls from over the top of the grand hall. A small murmur of confusion goes through the forcibly gathered crowd. "You're under new management." the same voice says. The crowd begins to anger shouting harsh things at the voice they can not see. Slowly Hiccups steps forward into the sight of his old tribe members. Gasps come from all around seeing the supposedly dead heir that is obviously alive.

Despite the confusion and haze, their new future leader steps forward. "Who the hell put you in charge, Useless?" Hiccup recognizes the nasally voice of his cousin and the nickname he made for him.

The short yet broad viking comes storming towards Hiccup with a hatred no one knows why he possesses. As Snotloud approaches he's met with Hiccup's smirking face and then his fist.

The force of the punch sends Snotloud to the ground along with blood and a tooth. "I did and considering your chief is a bit...preoccupied." he points to the air just as Toothless comes soaring with Stoick screaming in tow. "I suggest you listen to me." dragons emerge from the side most the people of Berk have never seen before with their riders by their sides weapons drawn. "If anyone wishes to complain I suggest you don't." Hiccup adds stepping over his cousin who is babbling like an idiot on the ground and walks away.