It was a mourning day in the little island of berk, the hairy hooligan's great and beloved chief has passed away, the sun refused to rise and the wind played a sad song full of sorrow grieving on a great and a good man's lost, the clouds circled the small village blocking the few sunrays that crept to Midgard, the sea raged with mighty waves like it was crying.

The hairy hooligans woke in the morning shocked to the bones on the news their chief is gone, how could it be? They took him as a god, and gods don't die, but yet there he's a cold dead body. They didn't have any choice but to cry him silently, where they would find a chief as great, brave, generous and loving as he was?

The fearless Astrid hofferson, the chief's wife, Never in her life and she ever cried not even when she gave birth to her and hiccup's son vidar, but yet her eyes were running like a stream with tears, her eyes red, and her heart shattered to pieces. She cried, and her cry was more terrifying then a raging thunder storm in the worst night of the worst winter. And her son sitting beside her trying to comfort her, he looked so calm, like his father had taught him, but he failed to hide the tears that were running down his cheek and mixing with his mothers tears.

A knock on the door and vidar was out behind snotlout following him to the docks, snotlout, man he looked dead more than alive! With all his suffering he had to suffer even more, his best friends and cousin, and his last family was gone, snotlout wished that he would die first before he could see this day coming.

Like all the hairy hooligans passed chiefs, hiccup was given a royal funeral, even he deserves more than just a funeral, they chose the biggest long-ship they had, if they could find a bigger one they would have picked it for him, the men worked in silence, not believing they were working on the ship that will take the dragon master to his final destination, to the great halls of Valhalla.

The ship was loaded with the entire chief's belongings, somebody would think its gold and riches, but no, hiccup was too humble, too simple that he refuses to get rich on the expense of his people. His belongings were mostly stuff he invented, his sward inferno, toothless's saddle, and his wings.

All the hairy hooligans gathered at the docks, children, women, men, all came to say goodbye to their chief, the women's eyes red with the tears and the sadness, and the men faces darkened like the nights sky without the shining stars and without the moon, even the children felt sad and cried with their parents.

"Mommy! Where's chief hiccup?" an innocent little girl asked her mother, and her mother looked down to her and said after wiping her tears.

"The chief is…chief hiccup is with his father now." The woman tried her best to keep herself together, but she failed and she broke crying, and that made her daughter cry as well.

"Don't cry mommy, someday we will meet him again." Those were big words for a little girl; a small tear crept from her eye down her cheek, and her mother bent and hugged her daughter for dear life.

Six men lifted hiccup on their shoulders to the ship, and among them were snotlout and vidar, after hiccup was put on the ship all the men left but snotlout and vidar, snotlout took one last look to hiccup with teary eyes, and definitely it wasn't dusty around.

"I'm sorry hiccup… I'm sorry if I ever done something made you angry… I'm sorry if I ever disobeyed an order you gave me… I'm sorry for all the mistakes I have done…I-I-I regret every time I teased you, every time I punched you, every time…every time I have been a jerk to you, I hope you forgive me, because if you don't, how can I forgive myself?" snotlout spilled all what is in his heart, and before he leave he said his final words to his chief "Rest in peace cousin, finally you can meet again with the other riders, finally you can meet again with your father, and with toothless!" that was all snotlout had to say, but he wished if he had said it before, when hiccup was between them.

Astrid couldn't take another look to hiccup without her heart burning and her soul suffering from pain; her eyes run with tears and cried in her son's embrace, the little happy family won't stay happy anymore.

"Why? W-why he had to do this to me? H-he promised he will never leave me alone." Astrid said between wails.

"You're not alone mother, I'm here with you." Vidar said soothing his mother, but that didn't work, that made her cry even more.

"Why? Why?" it broke vidar's heart to see his mother like that, sobbing, crying, and sad.

Astrid couldn't spend another minute on the ship, it will only widen the wound on her hear. She left and only vidar still on the ship, he just stared at his father tears dropping down his cheeks and wetting his beard.

"What I'm supposed to do now dad?" vidar started "I can't lead the tribe…I'm not you, I can't…" vidar couldn't continue, he felt his chest tighten whenever he speaks, and that killed him. His eyes fell on a piece of parchment.

"Heart of a chief…soul of a dragon!" vidar read what was written.

No! He can't, that was his father, the greatest man he ever knew and will ever know. Vidar put a mini toothless toy his father gave it to him in his first birthday, it hurt him to remember the times he played with his father, rode with him, and fell asleep in his arms. But now he feels so lost, so…alone.

"Heart of a chief…soul of a dragon!" vidar repeated and then left blinking hard, his eyes looking aimless toward people.

He walked slowly passing snotlout, his mother, his wife, thought she wasn't a true hooligan and she didn't know hiccup very well but she was sad and cried her father in-law.

He took a bow, moments and he held an arrow, he stared at the fire lighted before him for an endless minute, the fire described perfectly what he was feeling deep inside, burning. He looked lost in thoughts, his mother Astrid and snotlout stood behind him with their bows ready and arrows lighted, vidar took a deep breath, feeling his chest tighten even more like all the air in the world wasn't enough for him. He pulled the arrow as much possible as he could, and shot it toward the slow moving ship that held his father's body. Astrid and snotlout with vidar's wife and Gustaf shot their arrows too.

They watched as the ship was consumed with fire, it reminded them of the times when there were dragons; it reminded them of the times when hiccup introduced them to the fire breathing beasts, and showed them they weren't beasts, they were friends. But those were the old days, and they are gone now.

Snotlout turned to Astrid and laid his hand on her shoulder and after moments of silence and with a sad voice he said.

"I'm very sorry Astrid! If theres anything I can do for you just ask." He said and left for an unknown destination leaving Astrid with her eyes full of tears.

A few days After the funeral vidar passed his grandfathers statue in front of the great hall, he stopped and gazed at it for a long moment, if theres anyone worth a statue, it's his father. He was called by his mother.

"Vidar, you must prepare yourself, you're going to be declared chief of the tribe." Astrid said and he didn't look at her and kept staring at stoick's statue.

"I don't think I'm ready mother, I don't think I can do this!" he answered his mother.

"Well, you have to." She said and joined his side looking to stoick statue "the first thing he taught to your father is that –a chief protects his own- … you can't protect us if we were divided. And your father didn't raise you to turn your back own your tribe."

She was right; his father would be disappointed if he did anything the opposite to what his father taught him, he must be the chief, in the sake of his people, his family, and his father.

Days and vidar was declared the chief by the tribe's elders, and a feast was prepared in the honor of the new chief, all the Vikings were happy with the new chief thought they were sad about the previous one, they drank, ate, and danced.

The chief was still hurt from the inside thought he was smiling and laughing, his wife and mother at his side, Astrid eyes were still red but she was happy for her son. Vidar switched his eyes between the party people, he was looking for someone, but he didn't find him.

"Mother, where's snotlout?" vidar asked his mother.

"Why? Isn't he here?" she asked and vidar nodded negatively "well, probably he's at the forest!"

He sat back on his seat and then stood and left, it was very cold night in berk, vidar made his way between the bushes and trees looking for snotlout, and the moon gave him little light to see where he was going.

On the other side of the island, he found him sitting on a cliff looking staring at the sky, vidar approached him and sat beside him on the cliff looking to the black sky and the dark sea, they sat like that for a few minutes not saying a word.

"I remember the first time I jumped off this cliff." Vidar started "my parents were very angry and grounded me for weeks." A small smile came across snotlout face and vidar smiled too.

"Well, at least your father stopped you; my father literally pushed me off the cliff." Snotlout said and after a few moments of silence his face fell and he continued "but that was a long time ago."

"I need your help. I can't run the tribe alone; I need someone who can help me, someone who I can count on, someone I could trust him, someone like you!" vidar said what he wanted to say the first place, and snotlout didn't seem interested.

"I can't." snotlout answered "I feel like the gods are calling me, I feel like my ancestors are inviting me to join them, I feel my end is near."

"But how you could know?" vidar asked disappointed.

"I just know." Snotlout said and then stood and walked back to his house, vidar spend the next hours sitting on that cliff and staring at the horizon, and then decided to head back to the village.

The feast was still going and vidar didn't feel like dancing and partying so he went back to his home embracing his wife between his arms, he's now the chief and he have a duty toward his people, and he hoped snotlout would accept to be his second in command, snotlout went through everything with the previous chief and his forty-five years of life experience definitely would help vidar running the tribe.

But vidar was disappointed; there were only two people he could go to in need, his mother but he didn't want to bother her, and snotlout but he refused, it seems like he will be running the tribe alone.

Baldr son of Odin and the god of the lights, one of the most beloved gods in the nine worlds, he started to see dreams or should say nightmares about his death, night after night those dreams started to bother him, they had become very real, some nights he would woke in the middle of the night shouting in pain and that scared his wife nanna. His mother Frigg saw those nightmares about her son's death too, she though they were just nightmares but she was worried and why wouldn't she, every mother does.

In order to prevent her son's death she traveled through the nine worlds and asked everything that exists to promise her they wouldn't hurt her son, and they all promised her but a small plant Frigg thought it was too small, too simple to cause any harm to her son, that plant was -Viscum Album-.

Now balder was immune to almost everything, no weapon can harm the god and not even Thor's hammer Mjöllnir, and the dreams were gone and baldr was grateful for that.

And then volva saw the prophecy but Frigg didn't take the prophecy seriously; everything promised her they wouldn't harm baldr so he can't die unlike what the prophecy says.

In their free time the gods used to go out to Asgard green fields and take some mead and food with them and spend their time partying and having fun, and after they found about baldr new ability he become their new subject of interest, as their new way to entertain themselves they threw weapons on him, sure they couldn't harm him but they did it just for the fun of it.

On the other hand Loki using his twisted tricky abilities found about baldr only weakness, and he was determine to kill him so the prophecy happen, and he already fulfilled the first part of the prophecy, Loki was married to the frost demon named angerboda and she gave him three children the prophecy says they will have a important role in ragnarok, the wolf Fenrir and the snake Jörmungandr and his demy-god daughter hil.

Loki searched the nine worlds for the only thing that can harm baldr; after he found it he made an arrow of it, the only arrow that can affect baldr and then Loki went to the thing (the gods party).

The gods as always were forming a circle around baldr and throwing their weapons on him, all the weapons pounced on his body and fell on the ground and baldr bragged about it.

"Is there anyone in this world or the other nine worlds who can do me any harm?" baldr said and walked his head high and arms flexed.

Loki watched them from a distance, and he saw a god sitting far away from the circle of the gods, and he was hodr the blind god, Loki approached him slowly.

"Why you don't take a shot on baldr?" Loki asked the other god very smoothly.

"Because I can't see baldr, and also I have no weapon." The god answered very calmly.

"A god like you deserve to have a weapon of his own, and he deserve to do what the other gods do…come and solve this circle of men, and shoot baldr like the other does, I will guide you to him and you throw this arrow at him." Loki said and took the gods hand and guided him to the circle of men.

Loki handed hodr the bow and placed the arrow made of the plant that can kill baldr, and he guided his hand to where baldr was standing, and then disappeared leaving hodr alone holding a bow directed to baldr's heat.

Hodr released the arrow and it flew without anyone seeing it and settled inside baldr's heart and he fell down dead.

When baldr fell on the ground silence spread through the gods, and they laid their hands and dropped their weapons shocked and looking to each other thinking of who will reply to what happened, but none of them moved and revenged the fallen god, fear sneaked to their hearts and no one dared to approached baldr's killer.

Words reached Odin that his son died and the one who killed him was his other son and baldr's brother Hodr, sadness got to Odin's heart and tore him from inside, he couldn't stand being in the same place with his beloved son's killer, he couldn't stand knowing that his youngest sons murderer still live between them.

Odin's wife Rinder gave birth to Vali, his only mission was to revenge his half-brother baldr and killing his other half-brother Hodr, and Vali didn't disappoint his father.

After Hodr was dead Odin gave Baldr the funeral that a god his greatness deserves, his ship hiringhorni the biggest ship of all was prepared to take the god to his place among his ancestors in Valhalla, before his ship was launched into the great sea surrounding Asgard Odin approached his son and whispered a few words in his son's ears, a giant named favthro tried to eavesdrop but he failed.

Then Odin pushed the ship forward, the ship was lighted by the arrows released by the gods and the ship burned and sank in the big ocean.

Baldr instead of going to Valhalla he went to the underworld, he went to hilheim, the world of the suffering dead everything evil that exists in the nine worlds, hil was giving hilheim to rule, she welcomed him into her embrace gladly.

Months passed and Frigg discover that her son wasn't in Valhalla and he was down in the underworld with hil daughter of Loki, she pleaded hil to give her back her son, but hil wasn't going to do so, but finally she said yes with one condition, that everything promised to not hurt baldr cry him.

Frigg found that easy, everything loved baldr and they all will cry him, Frigg went through the worlds full of hope and asking everything to cry her son and they all did but one giant who refused, and with that baldr will stay with hil in the underworld, and the giant was no more than Loki discussed in a giant.

Frigg was heartbroken for her son, he will stay down in the underworld with a women feared by even the death itself, and Odin was thinking non-stop in one thing, one thing kept him busy for months, he was thinking of the prophecy.

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~Algerian from the moon.!

.R&R.