Hello guys. It has been a long time since I was here. I know that I made a lot of promises in my past stories. Promises, which I may not be able to keep, but I will try. A lot has happened in past years, which were quite eye-opening for a young and naive teenager. Now a few years later, a trace of that naive teenager is nowhere to be found. But enough of my rambling. Before life caught up with me, I had planned to write a sequel for my story, For The Years To Come. That plan was put on hold. After all, before I can write a sequel for that story, I need to rewrite it a little and repair grammar errors because I found out that there are a lot of errors there. And I mean A LOT.

As for my other two stories, With a Fire Within and War of Winters, are both put on hold, too. As of now, I cannot overcome my writer's block for those two stories. Maybe, when this one is successfully finished, I will take another look at them. But they do need a lot of fixing up. So with this out of my chest. I want to welcome you to my new story. It will be full of intrigue, danger, drama and love. I believe my English has significantly improved since last time, and I genuinely hope everyone will have a good time reading my stories. I will post new chapters every weekend and expand to the Archive of Our Own (AO3) under the same name as here. At the end of the ch.2 I will have a gift for those who will be intrigued by this story. So, without future ado, welcome to my new novel, Will You Save The World For Me?


A tall, slim man, around his twenties, with auburn hair and green eyes, stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking his city, people and responsibility. But not only these people were his responsibility. No, there are several islands like this one. Most of them were smaller, and it was only logical for them to be the most significant island. They are the capital island of their archipelago.

"I knew that I would find you here." A voice sounded behind him, and soon a girl stood by his side. Together they were looking at the city beneath them.

After a while, he peeks at the girl next to him. She was two years younger than him. She was a beautiful young lady with bright green eyes and long auburn hair, just like his and was almost as tall as he was.

"What do I owe this pleasure of being in your company, dear sister?" The man says with a teasing undertone. He sees the girl next to him scowl.

"Yeah, very funny, Hiccup. Tell me, dear brother, why are you hiding here," She gestures around them with her hands. "When your poor soon-to-be-squire is running around, down there, franticly looking for you." His sister says with an equal teasing tone, and now is Hiccup's time to frown.

"What for?" He asks as he turns to her, and he doesn't like that her teasing smile fades away.

"I don't know for sure," She says as she turns towards him. "But I know that Mama and Papa wish to see you. And they were kind of troubled when I left our house."

Hiccup's frown deepens. He knew that his parents had rarely been troubled by anything. He sighs. "Do you ever wonder how wonderful the life of common folk could be?"

She brought her hands to his cheek and caressed his features, a gesture she inherited from their mother.

"Ah, Hiccup," She says softly. "We have been through this many times. You know that you can't change your birthright, especially not after your roaring success at the rite of passage. You proved yourself to your fellow tribesmen. You showed them that their doubts about you, your methods and your leadership were wrong. You showed our enemies that Hiccup, the firstborn of House Haddock, is ready to lead our people as his father is. Most people have no idea how much work you are already doing to secure their safety, but they trust you since you passed the trial."

He leans into her hand and closes his eyes. She was right, as always. His fellow tribesmen sometimes looked at him as if he was a failure. But since he passed the rite of passage, they showed him the same respect as if he was his father. But that thought also unnerved him.

"Come accompany me to the city." She says as she withdraws her hand and offers him her arm. He gladly put his arm through hers, and she placed her hand on his.

"How was your training?" He asks while they slowly descend from the cliff on the main road leading to the city.

"It was fine. Between you and me, I enjoy warrior training much more than spending time with our governess." She says, and it makes Hiccup chuckle. "I know exactly what you mean. I am so glad I got rid of that harpy long ago."

His sister scowls at that. "Yeah, but she at least didn't teach you how to be a proper royal lady. She is insufferable."

Hiccup gasps and brings his other hand to his heart. "That was mean, sister." He says with false hurt in his voice. "You don't think that I am a proper royal lady without her teaching?!"

At that, his sister laughs. He loves to see her smile and laugh. "You're a dum-dum, Hiccup."

"Thank you for your compliment, lady Axelia," he says with a fake bow. They laugh together for a while, but after a few moments, they calm down, and their neutral face crawls slowly back into place as they near the city gates.

There was a time when the homes of his people were built only from wood, but as time went on, their fragile wooden houses were replaced by stone houses. Truth be told, with frequent dragon attacks, everyone was safer inside a home that would not burn like a straw. However, it was only possible thanks to the peace and trade agreements with the mainland.

There were times when the mainland was engulfed in war, and that war almost consumed even their archipelago. But now, when their fathers established peace almost throughout the whole region, the era of prosperity was at its top.

When the guards notice them, they quickly open the gate. Both siblings were glad that they didn't live on the mainland.

Yes, it was true that their father was the High Chief of the northern tribes, but tribes were not as adamant about the formal etiquette as the mainland was. There was no bowing to Hiccup or his sister Axelia, but both of them got the respect they deserved. Yes, you should bow at least to the High Chief and his wife, but by law, it was voluntarily. Tribes, however, knew that bowing was one of the signs of respect, so bowing to the High Chief was a must.

As they pass the guards by the gate, Hiccup and Axelia smile at them and bow their heads a little while the guards do the same. It was a sign of mutual respect, mainly between the warriors of the tribe. Within the tribe's rule, women were freer than on the mainland. They could fight, and they could speak their mind whenever they wanted. They could divorce, and most of all, they could supervise their or their husband's property. During his long evening talks with his sister, Hiccup and Axelia agreed that women's worth on the mainland was in her beauty and position. Like prized dolls. Both siblings frowned their noses at that. Luckily, they were not alone, as the whole tribe thought so too. And that was the root of the problems they now face. During the years, the diplomatic connections between the mainland and archipelago grew cold. Yes, their father was still a close friend of the High King of Mainland, who ruled five leading houses. Each Lord of the house was a close friend of their father. But that friendship could not keep diplomatic relationships. Northern tribes grew quite isolationistic. Yes, there were still trade agreements and promises of help between them, but if one point of the hexagon broke off, others would follow, and the core would be exposed. And some people would welcome the chaos once again.

Because of that, Hiccup forced his father to renew their efforts to keep diplomatic relations with the mainland even when they met strong resistance from the tribe's chiefs. Sadly because of Hiccup's renewed efforts of closer diplomatic ties with the mainland, the probability of a political marriage was high. And the prospect of that marriage was for both siblings haunting. Dreams of the siblings have fallen apart because of that. But both knew it was their duty and responsibility, and their sense of duty was stronger than their happiness. Hiccup mentally scowls at that. He loathed his father's lectures about the duty and responsibilities he has towards his people, and now he was the one who kept telling himself those lectures.

"Milord!" That shout brought Hiccup to reality as he saw a young boy running toward him. He was an eighteen-year-old boy with ashen hair, blue eyes and three nasty scars that crawled from his right eyebrow, down his nose, and ended at the left jaw bone. He received that scar two years back when he saved a six-year-old girl from a dragon. His heroic action was rewarded but not as much as Hiccup would like, only because he was a commoner. Well, he wasn't precisely a commoner in birthright, but most people would not accept Taramis since he was the son of the Roaming tribe's leader. Roaming tribes were travelling nation from the mainland, and Taramis was brought to the archipelago by his mother, which Stoick knew from times during the war. Taramis is lean and the same height as Hiccup.

"Milord, I was looking everywhere for you." The boy repeats as he stops in front of him and bows.

"Taramis, how many times do I have to repeat myself? Just Hiccup is fine. As long as we are not in court or when the situation doesn't require it." Hiccup says with a groan. He adores the boy in front of him and knows that the boy looks up to him. Because of that, he offered him a squire position, but this formal name was quite annoying. His sister beside him brings her free hand to her mouth as she tries not to laugh, but soft giggles can still be heard.

"I am sorry, Hiccup, I just want to do the best at my position," Taramis says, his face quite red from embarrassment.

Hiccup saw that his eyes wandered toward his sister, but quickly he brought them back to Hiccup. Yes, his squire had a crush on his sister, and he didn't show it much, but Hiccup knew. Taramis was a good boy, and Hiccup would gladly support his relationship with his sister. Still, sadly he also knew that Axelia would be forced to marry some noble from the mainland to strengthen their relationships, as would he. Axelia at first dreamed of becoming a shieldmaiden, which their parents quickly disregarded. He knew their parents loved them and only wanted the best for them, but they couldn't let their children choose their destiny. Simply from the political point of view. It was cruel, but both siblings knew about their heavy responsibility. Both dreamed of being simple folk, but the gods didn't set that path for them.

However, Hiccup promised himself that he would kill anyone who would lay a hand on his sister without her approval. He knew his sister could care for herself, but he needed that promise. For himself, for his sanity. Hiccup didn't like pointless killing, but sometimes it was necessary.

"Don't worry, Taramis. I am not a knight yet, and you are not my squire yet. You are still my friend and can still act like it." Hiccup says as he puts his free hand on Taramis's shoulder with a smile. Taramis nodded back with a slight smile, and Hiccup continued.

"So, what did you need?" He asks, and Taramis's smile vanishes. "Your father is looking for you. From his voice, he wants your presence as soon as possible."

"So it begins…." Hiccup says with a weak voice. "Thank you, Taramis. I will go to meet my father." He then turns to his sister, takes her hand from his and kisses her knuckles. "Thank you for your company, dear sister." His sister smiles. "Likewise, dear brother."

Hiccup returns her smile, but then he turns toward the city's largest building, the royal palace. His smile immediately fades into oblivion as he knows why his father wanted to talk to him. Hiccup knew that he would not like this talk, and because of that, he was hiding outside of the city. He needed to be alone before he could face his parents. Sooner than later, he reaches the High Chief's palace, with two honour guards standing at the door. He nods, and one of them opens the enormous double door leading into their house.

Immediately, as he enters the house, he sees his parents sitting in two huge chairs at the end of the hall. At each side of the hall were several massive pillars, each in the shape of different dragons. At each pillar stands one of the honour guards and on his right side is an enormous fireplace, which kept the hall quite warm.

His father was a big man with green eyes and red hair. Like almost all tribesmen, he has a muscular figure that intimidates those who cross his path. If you look closely, he has freckles, a trait Hiccup inherited. His red hair is braided at the back, and the braiding trend carries on his beard. His royal attire consists of a giant bear cloak fastened over his shoulder with several jewels, a golden chainmail tunic with jewelled pants and fur boots. He also wears war spikes bracelets over his wrists.

His mother has auburn hair, a trait that both her children inherited, and she keeps them in three separate braids behind her back. She has blue eyes and a slim figure with pale skin, and yet her skills as a warrior are genuinely unique, just like her daughter's. She wears a long, very ornamented royal dress with a v-neckline and a split on her right leg. She had her legs crossed and her slim right leg exposed, her pale skin shining in the light.

As Hiccup reached his parents, he saw both wearing their royal faces. He scowls in his mind as he probably had the same stoick face. Everyone knew that as a royal, you could not wear your emotions on your face, and you needed to hide them behind a neutral expression or smile.

"Court Marshal!" His father's powerful voice booms through the hall, and soon an older man comes to stand next to his father. "Make sure that we are not disturbed." His father says, and the older man nods.

Soon Hiccup stands in front of his parents, and he sees that his mother is giving him a tentative smile. After a few moments of silence, the court marshal lefts through the front door to ensure they would not be disturbed. The guards stood still as statues. Some thought private conversation with guards was impossible, but their guards had the utmost trust. They would never tell a living soul what had transpired in this hall behind the closed door.

Hiccup saw that his parents' masks had faded, and now both looked tired. He, however, stood still in front of them.

"We have read your reports from your spies, dearest son." His mother says as she stands up and walks toward him, his father following her, and soon both of them stand close to Hiccup.

"Aye, son. There are troubles brewing in the mainland." His parents then walk down the hall towards one of the small doors leading to a small room for private meetings. Hiccup follows them, and when his father enters the room, Hiccup holds it for his mother.

"Thank you, dear." She says with a warm smile, and soon the trio sits down around a small round table in the middle of the room.

"First of all, son," Stoick says with a slight smile. "Let us congratulate you. You stepped into the role of our spymaster excellently. In past months we didn't get a chance to say this, but for the past two years, we are the proudest parents in the archipelago." Hiccup smiles at his parents and answers them with a grateful nod. There were times when he wanted nothing else but his father's approval.

"You showed our people," Stoick continued. "You showed me that the strength of the person doesn't lie in his size but his heart. You showed courage and bravery, and I couldn't be happier than to call you my son. You stood to the other chiefs in past meetings without fear and determined to keep the peace I have fought long ago for."

But now, Hiccup frowns. He knew this tactic. "Okay, I got the honey. Throw the axe," Hiccup says as he crosses his arms on his chest. His father makes a weird scowl while his mother laughs.

"I think you are becoming quite predictable for your family, my love." His mother says as she puts her hand on his father's.

His father groans and Hiccup can't stop a soft smile creeping into his face. But then his father takes something from his cloak pocket and hands it to Hiccup. Hiccup's smile faded as soon as he saw crumbled High King's seal on the parchment, and he took the parchment from his father's hand and started to read.

My dear friends Stoick and Valka of house Haddock,

I was glad to hear that your firstborn passed the rite of passage, and I also heard that he convinced you to renew the relationships between Northern tribes and the mainland. Since I would gladly help him in this endeavour, I offer you to organise the knight's accolade for your son, and it would be held together with accolades of other Kingdom's heirs. I know your son didn't meet other heirs, even when one of them is his cousin, so I think this would be an excellent opportunity for our heirs to earn mutual respect.

Hiccup looks with one eye at his parents. He saw that they were pretty nervous. His father was twirling his thumbs while his mother was nervously massaging her palms. He figured out that this first part of the letter didn't cause that, so he steels himself for the rest of the letter.

Also, I want to inform you that after the accolade, my daughter Princess Astrid of house Hofferson, will pick her husband from the assembled heirs by her own choice. I will organise a Grant Tourney and hunts in the nearby forests. I want my daughter to watch and to know the future heirs closer than she already knows them. However, she does not know your son, and thus he will have a particular benefit in gaining her favour. I know that you already figured that out, so I also want to warn you that with this benefit, Hiccup will raise ire in many eyes, and it would be as if he paints a target on his back.

Hiccup draws a quick intake of air as he continues to read.

I know how it sounds, but if your son truly wants to establish a closer relationship with the mainland, he will not have a better chance than this one. Anyway, I would like to remind you that this would be a great way to get a husband fit for your daughter. I will provide more information when you arrive. A storm is brewing in the East. Stay safe, my friend.

It is signed by High King Asmund of house Hofferson.

Hiccup put the parchment down as he blew out the breath he didn't know he was holding. He slumps into the chair, his eyes not leaving his nervous parents. His mother spoke when he didn't say a thing for a long while, and the silence grew weird.

"Dearest, son, say something." His mother tries with the softest voice she can muster. Hiccup shook his head and stood up, his face still without expression. He starts to pace up and down in front of his parents, their eyes never leaving him.

"You know this was…." His father starts, but Hiccup stops him by raising his hand.

"I knew that this would come, but Princess? You can't be serious!" Hiccup says with wild gestures. "Also I… I knew that there would be many people I don't know for my accolade, but now it should be held in the High King's palace?!"

Hiccup starts to pace again. "This whole deal would take at least half of the year, which means that we would be lucky to return before summer, and… and I know that there is not much work around here during winter, but my spies… I can't just pull all of them back..." At that moment, both his parents stood up.

"We know, Hiccup." His mother says, and his father continues. "But this whole effort to reestablish contacts with the mainland was your doing. Just imagine what it would mean for the opposition if you would decline this invitation."

Hiccup was looking between his parents, and now they were intimidating.

"You can transfer messages from your spies to the capital or establish someone who will do your job for the time being..." His mother continues until Hiccup stops her.

"I can't just leave my spies. They are my eyes, my ears at places I cannot be. It would make me blind!"

"Transfer their reports then." His mother said.

"Our city needs to be safe during our stay on the mainland…." Hiccup says, and now his father counters him. "Gobber can handle it."

Hiccup then returns to his chair and sags down. He took a deep breath, and after a moment, he only silently added.

"I knew it would come. I just didn't expect it to come so soon." His parents share a glance, and in that glance, Hiccup saw everything. They didn't like to force him to do anything but knew that this was his duty, as he did.

"Why such a gloom mood here?" Suddenly, a new voice sounded from the door, and there stood Axelia. It was time to break this news to her as well.


Axelia took the news without comments, but Hiccup saw that she was upset. Their parents dismissed them after a few hours, and Hiccup had a month to prepare his spies for the sudden change and ready gifts for the High King's family. His father also kept Hiccup's responsibilities towards people, his combat training and all preparations for the journey. That would leave Hiccup with no free time at all. He knew that he had a month of freedom left as well as his sister, and that feeling left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Hiccup was walking through Berk, not knowing what was happening around him. It was already quite dark as the meeting with his parents took longer than he expected.

"Did something happen, milord?" Hiccup was suddenly thrown out of his mind into reality. His friend, soon-to-be-squire, was standing in front of him, and a worried expression was written all over his face.

"Taramis… " Hiccup hated when his friend went all formal on him when they were best friends three years back without caring about the world. "But, yes, something happened..."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Taramis asks, his voice full of worries for him.

"No, not really…." Hiccup says. Why should he talk about it? It was like a bad dream, and he didn't speak to him about bad dreams.

"I saw a lady Axelia running past me a few moments back." Taramis continues slowly and carefully. "I… I think she was crying."

Oh, his poor sister. It was hard for him, and he couldn't imagine how hard it was for her. And it was his fault.

"We will be leaving for the mainland in a month, Taramis," Hiccup says with his formal tone, and Taramis quickly notices that change of behaviour. Hiccup knew that Taramis knew him and that he would not fool him with this formal tone. But at least it would prevent him from asking further questions. Questions that Hiccup wouldn't, couldn't answer right now.

"If I can ask, why?" Taramis asks, his tone returning to its proper form.

"My accolade will be held in the castle of the High King," Hiccup says, and he sees that Taramis froze. He knew that Taramis felt, like most of the tribe, that they should stay isolationist, despite his effort.

"That means…" Taramis starts, but Hiccup interrupts him. "That means that my accolade will be much bigger than we thought."

"How long will we be gone?" Taramis asks as his shoulders sag.

"At least half of the year," Hiccup says, and Taramis looks at him in bewilderment. "What? Why?"

"Because…" Hiccup stops himself. He owes these answers to him, and he will learn about them sooner or later. "Because other heirs and I will try to court the Princess while the father will be looking husband for my sister."

Taramis gasped, and Hiccup could even see some tears in his eyes.

"I am sorry," Hiccup says softly as he pats Taramis's shoulder and walks past him. "So am I..." These were the final words Hiccup heard from his friend.


Hiccup found his sister that night at one of the trebuchets situated at the walls of Berk, facing the seemingly unending sea. She sat at the bench facing the fire that burnt beneath the colossal trebuchet. He saw that patrolling guards left her alone as they knew this place was a sanctuary for both siblings. This trebuchet held a specific place in their hearts, as it was the first one planned by Hiccup, the first invention wholeheartedly welcomed by the archipelago.

He slowly made his way toward his sister. He sits next to her on the bench, looking into the fire. They sat there in silence as both knew that only their sibling's connection was enough to calm them down. After a while, his sister puts her head on his shoulder, and he puts his arm around her waist. He felt that she was shaking. He knew that she liked to play tough, but he knew that under that bravado, she was a sweet girl.

"I…" Hiccup tries to say something, but his words are drowned in his throat.

"I knew that this would come, but," his sister says, her voice bares no emotion. "It's… It's too soon."

"We both knew that this would come…." Hiccup says, but then he hears a sob coming from his sister. He was stunned. He didn't hear her cry for nearly ten years. She was always a lively girl, smiling no matter the circumstances.

"You don't understand, do you?" She says weakly, and he hugs her tighter. "When you marry a girl, she will move out of her home to live under your roof. You will still be with your parents, friends, and people." She sobbed again, louder this time. "But that girl will have nothing. No parents, no friends. She will be alone. Now, I know that you will be a good husband. Loving and supportive. You will know what she is going through. You will help her to adapt. She will live here, where women are not prized dolls. She will be happy... You can make her happy. But what about me?" She starts to cry openly, not holding back her tears. "I know, I am probably selfish, but I don't want to end up as a prized doll, collecting dust in some castle bedroom. I don't want to be alone…."

Hiccup felt devastated. He never truly understood what it would mean for his sister, and he has never seen it from her point of view. This whole mess was only his doing, and he brought this onto her. This would never happen if he had listened to other chiefs about being isolationist.

"I am so sorry, Axelia," Hiccup says, tears staining his face. "It's all my fault. If I had listened to the other chiefs about being isolationist, we wouldn't be in this mess right now." He brinks his hand to his sister's face and turns it towards him. Her green eyes shone from the tears and light of the fire in front of them. "I can only promise you that I will always be with you. I will always be in your heart. And I promise you that if you would not be happy if someone touches you without your approval, I will come to take you home, no matter the consequences. I will warn your future husband that no matter his status or title, he will need to deal with me if he hurts you. I will always love and protect you, no matter where you will be." Axelia suddenly throws her hands around her brother's neck and hugs him tightly.

"I will, too, always love and protect you, dearest brother." She says weakly as she snuggles into his neck, her crying slowly stopping. Hiccup was softly caressing her spine, and soon his sister calmed down.

"Do you remember our promise when we were just kids?" He asks softly into her hair, and he feels her take a deep breath.

"You. Me. Together. Forever." She whispers to his neck, and Hiccup lets a soft smile crawl to his lips. "Exactly. And never forget that." He whispers back. They stayed in the embrace for a long while, ignoring everything and everyone.

Valka saw silhouettes of her children from the window of the bedroom. Her husband was lying in bed reading reports from Hiccup's spies.

"Is this wise, my love?" She asks her husband, feeling sad for her children.

"It will make them stronger, Val," Stoick says as he frowns at the reports. "Especially if these reports are true. Even if only half of them are true, we are on the verge of the civil war."

"I know..." She says as she walks towards their bed. She sat down and put her head against the headrest. "I am just worried. As Asmund wrote in his letter, Hiccup will paint a target on his back by courting the Princess."

"He is strong and cunning. Most of all, he can use his brain. He will be fine." Stoick says as he puts reports inside his nightstand.

"And what about Axelia? What if she will suffer because of the marriage?" Valka asks, her hands nervously fidgeting.

Stoick just laughs at that. "Her future husband will have enough brain cells to know that if he hurts her, he will need to deal with her overprotective brother and believe me, no one will try to go against Hiccup. Not when they will finally get to know him."

"So you are satisfied that Hiccup never met anyone from the mainland?" Valka asks, her head turning towards her husband.

"Yes. You know that Hiccup was not a good fighter or leader eight years ago. They would see him as weak back then, and their opinion would not be different now. But since they will only meet him now when he is courageous, smart, and can fight like a devil, they will try to be on his good side, believe me." Stoick says with a warm smile on his face.

"And if the war comes?" Valka asks, worries shining in her eyes. Stoick brings his large hand to Valka's cheek and caresses her.

"Then he will unite all heirs, and together they will face it," Stoick says and leans down to kiss his wife. Their kiss was soft and tender.

"Do you believe that?" She asks as they part their lips. "I believe in our son. He is the greatest of them all."


The following day, High Chief writes a letter to the High King. He sealed his letter and sent it by royal courier. Not soon after that, Stoick stood by the large office window, looking at his son in a sparring ring in the middle of the city. It was Hiccup's idea to place a sparring ring in the centre of the town. He said that when the people watched training warriors, warriors would get cocky as they would try to impress the crowd. And he was right. Many warriors tried to be cocky in the sparring ring. And as Hiccup said, their cockiness leads to their defeat in a sparring match. Hiccup wanted to teach warriors to be humble. He wanted to show them that fighting only because of glory would quickly lead them to their deaths. And he succeeded. Stoick was surprised when he heard older warriors saying that Hiccup would bring the young generation to the most significant era of their people. He couldn't feel prouder at that moment.

His mind returns to the present and sees Hiccup fighting with his sister instead of his friend Taramis. Stoick wasn't blind, he saw that Taramis was in love with his daughter, but he couldn't do much. Taramis was a good boy, but his lineage must have been hidden since he was the son of their enemy. Without that knowledge, his value as Axelia's husband was equal to none. He couldn't risk creating even bigger infighting between the tribes.

Stoick then notices that his children attract quite a crowd. He chuckles. When his children were in a fighting ring standing against each other, no passersby could resist watching them. And he could understand why. When the duo fought, it was more like a dance than a fight. It was enchanting. Siblings knew each other so much that they knew what the other would do even before they did something. But there always needs to be a winner. Their sparring match sometimes took even an hour, but in the end, either Hiccup or Axelia made a mistake, and the other used it as an opportunity to win. Today, it was Hiccup who made that mistake. As he parried Axelia's blow, he didn't notice that his left foot was at the patch of mud. The strength of Axelia's attack throws his leg out of balance, and before he can regain his footing, Axelia kicks his legs from under him, and soon he falls to the ground. She quickly kicked the sword out of Hiccup's hand and planted the tip of her blade at his chest.

Stoick saw that his children didn't move at first, but then they began to laugh. The crowd around them gave them applause, and soon Axelia helped her brother to his feet. Stoick smiles at the sight. His children were ready to face the dangers of the world.