=Normal POV=
(Porsdgr, Goi; Morning)
(Berk; The Great Hall)

"Alright, everyone…Alright, let's settle down now," Stoick called the Tribe to order. "Brenna; is he…Occupied?"

"We sent him to deliver the message about the Chieftain meeting; he left last night after dinner, Stoick," Brenna chuckled.

"Good, good. Nice idea that was, lass. Now…" Stoick faced everyone else. "Tomorrow is my son's 19th birthday, and since we…Haven't been the greatest to him over the years; I think we should throw him a surprise party to celebrate," the man stated. "I invited the Chieftains and Heirs already; they will arrive before Hiccup returns. I'm sure Hiccup will suspect something is up, but we can play it off that I forgot I already sent out the Terror Mail letter,"

"So we want to get everything all cleaned up and decorated for when he returns. There will be a feast in the great hall; you can bring gifts if you like. Johann and Krogan will be coming too. We know they are good friends with Hiccup. We're aiming to make this the best birthday he's ever had. Things start at Dusk," Valka smiled. Everyone in the village was behind this idea; Hiccup was going to love that no one forgot this time and came together to celebrate it.

It had been six months since Brenna learned Hiccup was Drage Riddari, and she did her best to keep attention off of Hiccup disappearing to handle things as Drage, but the raids were getting worse, and happening outside of their normal time. Hiccup was having a hard time keeping up with them or slipping away to handle things. Brenna felt bad; she could tell Hiccup was getting more annoyed with how long it was taking to get this Drago guy. Hiccup tried to keep Brenna up to date on things, but it was hard when his attention was constantly shifting around to other things, or someone needed him.

Brenna and Hiccup had tried for a baby several times in the last six months. Hiccup and Brenna tried in the last month of Summer, and then the beginning months of Winter. Brenna did get pregnant in Ylir but ended up miscarrying as soon as she'd found out. That's how Brenna learned she was pregnant; the familiar pain of miscarriage. It happened a few days before; Brenna hadn't even noticed her period hadn't come, and in the middle of dinner, the pain overwhelmed her. As soon as Brenna told Hiccup it felt like the times she miscarried before; they saw Gothi, and learning it was another loss; Brenna wanted to spend the night at the house and not see anyone.

Snoggletog was a bit miserable because of the miscarriage, but Hiccup tried his best to keep her spirits up and promised that things would work out for them. However; three miscarriages over the year were taking their toll on Brenna, and she had begun to withdraw from a lot of things; understandably so, though. Hiccup and Brenna hadn't made love since Morsugar after another fail at conceiving, so it had been almost two months come Einmandur in fifteen days, sixteen if one included today. Hiccup tried, but Brenna just felt down and defeated about the unable to conceive or hold a pregnancy.

Hiccup and Brenna seemed to be falling apart because Hiccup didn't like that he was trying his best and Brenna wasn't showing any effort anymore. Hiccup got it, but it still bothered him a little because he was doing all he could to console and assure her things would be alright. However, Brenna was starting to feel okay again; she was looking forward to this birthday party for her husband. Brenna wanted to continue the celebration of Hiccup's birthday privately with him in their house. There was a lot of work to get done, and everyone was excited to show Hiccup that they cared and wanted him around. Honestly, a lot of them were looking forward to when Hiccup became Chief.

"Let's get to work everyone! The Chieftains will be arriving by tonight or tomorrow morning, and Hiccup should be arriving by nightfall tomorrow," Stoick called. Brenna instantly hurried off to work on Hiccup's gift.

. . .

(Frjadgr, Goi; Dusk)
(Berk; The Village)

Today was the night of Hiccup's birthday party, but he hadn't arrived yet. Truthfully, Gobber, Brenna, Stoick, and Valka were worried.

"He should be back by now, especially with Toothless," Ander remarked quietly to his older brother and friends.

"Unless he ran into trouble…" Davyn whispered back.

"I don't like it," Colden stated. "Soldiers, mount up!" he ordered.

"Sir, yes sir!" Davyn, Sigvard, Eirik, Ander, and Jolgeir replied. The five of them whistled out as their dragons shot up and over into the open area. The six of them got on their dragons.

"Wings up, boys. Spread out, and find Haddock," Colden stated.

"Colden, dear…I don't think this is necessary…" Thordia informed.

"Yeah; he's right there," Lena pointed. Sure enough; the red, orange, and black Monstrous Nightmare were seen flying into sight. Coming closer and over the island, Hiccup jumped down and landed in a crouch.

"Thanks, Hookfang!" Hiccup called, waving. "There's a barrel of fish for you in the cove!" Hookfang gave a roar and head bow before flying off. Hiccup looked at everyone and everything around him. It did not take him long to put things together.

"You're back!" Brenna exclaimed happily, running forward towards Hiccup; he smiled and opened his arms as Brenna essentially tackled him down to the ground.

"Ow…" Hiccup grunted, shaking his head a little.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Brenna panicked, thinking she hurt him. "Did I hurt you?"

"Yeah, as if you could…The ground hurt me," Hiccup remarked. Brenna huffed a bit as Hiccup wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her down against him, placing a passionate kiss on her lips. Brenna grinned as she pinned his arms at his sides and grinned. "Hah, I pinned you!"

Hiccup stared at her a moment before rolling his eyes. Hiccup bucked his hips, taking Brenna by surprise; she screamed a bit as Hiccup got his hands free. Hiccup locked his leg around Brenna's, quickly rolling and flipping, so he was on top. Hiccup pinned her arms over her head. "Good effort, babe," Hiccup chuckled.

Brenna pouted as Hiccup leaned down and kissed her deeply. Brenna instantly blushed, but she kissed him back. "Son…" Stoick cleared his throat. Hiccup groaned as he broke the kiss and rolled from his knees onto his feet in a swift movement; then helped Brenna up.

"Happy now?" Hiccup asked. "You were all for us consummating the marriage publically about a year ago, but me kissing my wife in front of everyone is a problem for you?"

"Hiccup, that was different," Stoick sighed.

"Whatever…Not fighting about it. If it's such an issue; I'll just take Brenna to the house and lock everyone out, or have Hookfang guard it…" Hiccup stated.

"Hiccup…" Brenna laid her head on his shoulder. "As tempting as that is…You can kidnap me later…" she giggled.

"Oh, is that promise?" Hiccup asked, intrigued now.

"My birthday gift to you…I'm all yours tonight," Brenna informed.

"Yeah? You up for it?" Hiccup whispered as Brenna blushed, but nodded. "Done deal. Alright, let's get this party underway…"

"Wait…How did you-," Valka began.

"Mom…Come on; it's not hard to figure out," Hiccup chuckled. "I was sent to deliver letters about the Chieftain meeting, but the first few islands I went to; all the Chieftains were somehow busy or not present on their islands. I get here, and six of you are ready to mount up and look for me, and everyone is already here when they weren't due to be for another week. The village is cleaned up; there are decorations…And I know this my birthday, which is why I was wanted home by tonight," he explained.

Brenna laughed some. "He's too good…" she smiled.

"Well, that and you said that me and you tonight, alone in the house is my gift from you…I thought nothing of my birthday until then," Hiccup grinned.

"Why didn't you think of your birthday?" Brenna inquired.

"Everyone forgets about it, so I tend to put it out of my mind that I have one. For the longest time; I just went with showing up one day, and that I exist for a purpose, no idea what," Hiccup shrugged.

"Aw, son…Well, minus the surprise part…This party is for your birthday," Stoick smiled.

"Thanks, I think. Nineteen years late, but I'll take it…" Hiccup mumbled.

"You don't seem happy to be nineteen…" Snotlout pointed out.

"That's because I know what's coming next," Hiccup sighed. "Alright, Dad…Come on…"

"What?" Stoick looked at him.

"Finish the rest of what you want to say. I already have a feeling I know what it is based on why you wanted a huge gathering for my party and invited the Chieftains and their Heirs a week ahead of schedule…So come on, out with it…" Hiccup invited.

Stoick sighed, closing his eyes. "I don't know how you managed to figure out that I had more to announce, and I was going to wait…But since you want to know that bad,"

"I don't…I just want it out of the way," Hiccup remarked.

"Very well…" Stoick stated. "You're the pride of Berk, son, and I couldn't be prouder,"

"Oh, here we go…" Hiccup closed his eyes, already knowing what his father was going to say.

"You're all grown up, and since no Chief could ask for a better successor; I've decided to make you Chief," Stoick said. The crowd gasped, some shocked, but all smiling.

Hiccup's shoulders slumped; that's exactly what he didn't want to hear. "Dad…I told you to push it back because I have other things to take care of before I lead the Tribe…" Hiccup said.

"Hiccup, you've had a year. It was today, a year ago that I lifted your banishments and started your training…I know you have other things going on, but I'm sure you can make it work, and perhaps if you…Let us in on whatever is going on; we could help out…" Stoick tried as Hiccup shot him an unamused look. "It's time, son,"

Hiccup knew there was no getting out of this, not unless he revealed the truth about him being Drage Riddari, and he wasn't ready to do that. Hiccup was cornered; he couldn't keep putting it off without a good reason, and none of them would understand. Hiccup saw his mother, and friends looking at him, trying to assure that things would be alright. Brenna held Hiccup's hand, giving a reassuring smile that everything would be okay; he felt her squeeze his hand and somehow he realized that despite becoming Chief; he could make it work as he already had been the last year.

"Alright…Fine. You win, Dad…" Hiccup stated. "What do you need me to do, and when is this happening?"

"I need you to pick your second in command, and council members. I'd say pick your messengers, but I know you will continue using the Terror Mail system," Stoick stated.

"I already know those answers, so when is this happening?" Hiccup asked again.

"And those choices are, son?" Stoick inquired.

"Second in command is Krogan Hunters. Council members are Davyn Lund, Jolgeir Tennfjord, Sigvard Rasmussen, Astrid Hofferson, Eirik Matheson, and Fishlegs Ingerman. Chieftess is Brenna," Hiccup informed.

"Now…Wait, four of those choices aren't members of the Hooligan Tribe, you can't pick them…" Stoick interjected.

"But they will be once you make me Chief, so what does it matter? You can accept it now or after you make me Chief, but it's still happening because I will allow them to be part of the Tribe," Hiccup remarked. "Now, stop avoiding my question and tell me when this is happening,"

"Three days, on Manudgr, in the morning," Stoick sighed.

Hiccup sighed. "Fine. As there is no getting out of this…Then fine. I guess I'm becoming Chief in three days," Hiccup said as Stoick tensed up, knowing that he probably should have respected Hiccup's wishes and waited. "Now, if you don't mind; I'm going home to relax,"

"But…Hiccup, the party?" Valka tried.

"Then you have fun, but I spent three days on a meaningless assignment. I'm tired, sore, and now…In a bad mood because Dad has no regard for the wants of others when I've asked several times that he put it off until I'm ready because I have other, more important shit going on. But whatever, right? Since when has Dad ever listened to what I want, or me in general. Never, so why did I get my hopes up that things had changed. I'm going to bed. Goodnight," Hiccup said as he kissed Brenna's cheek and headed for the house. The area was silent as Hiccup disappeared behind the door, slamming it shut before yelling out in frustration.