What followed after the battle lifted a weight from the Berkian Tribe's shoulders.

Jorgenson Village was burned to the ground, and thus came Clan Jorgenson's end. Any and all of Snotlout's men who had surrendered were taken prisoner, placed on a quick yet fair trial, and judged to be forever exiled from Berk, never to return.

As for Snotlout however, Hiccup had other plans for him as the young chieftain and the group made their way to Gothi's hut, where the Elder resided.

Upon entering the hut, they carried and laid Snotlout's unconscious body on the table, but the others looked at Hiccup with uncertainty.

Gothi, who sat across the room away from the table, gave a glare of disgust as her eyes laid on Snotlout. Still, she stood up from her chair and walked over to inspect him.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" asked Astrid. "We don't even know if Gothi can-"

"We have to try," replied Hiccup, despite what the others thought. "I know you guys don't like what he's done, but if there is a chance that this can work, we just may have him back."

Astrid and the others gave a nod, and as soon as Gothi finished getting a good glance at Snotlout's battered state, she proceeded to pick up a nearby sack of dirt for writing and poured it down on the floor in front of her.

Taking her staff, she then began to scribble down her markings.

'Give me a good reason why you brought this traitor here before I get my Gronckle to throw him into the sea," she wrote down aggressively.

Hiccup placed his hands up protest. "I know you hate him for what he's done, Gothi, but I think there's a chance of redemption for him. And that's why I came to you. You're one of the most powerful spellcasters and healers on this island, thus I believe you can do this."

Gothi arched a brow as she continued writing with her staff onto the flattened pile of dirt. 'And what do you want me to do, exactly?'

There was a bit of a pause as Hiccup tilted his head to the side and glanced back at the others. Though they were unsure if this could work, or even if it was possible, they still had to see if Gothi could do it.

Hiccup's eyes then turned back to Gothi. "I was wondering if you could use your magic to erase one year of Snotlout's memories, starting some time after the defeat of Drago's Bewilderbeast."

'Erase a year of his memories?' she wrote down in response. '...I suppose I could try something, but I cannot guarantee it will work. Casting such a ritual may take a while, maybe even a day.'

"It's still worth giving it a try," said Hiccup as his eyes narrowed down to Snotlout. "If we can manage to erase that one year of Snotlout's memories, he will not remember who he blamed for his father's death. He will have no memory of going against us or splitting off from the tribe. We'll be able to bring back the Snotlout that we all knew."

'But he will still be hated by everyone when he wakes up, will he not?'

Hiccup nodded. "It will take much time until they can accept him... but at least the Dragon Riders will be whole again."

"You're also going to have to get him up to speed," Astrid stated to Hiccup. "It's going to be a long story for him."

"Don't forget about Hookfang," mentioned Fishlegs. "He's still a bit shakened. After all that Snotlout did to him, he is still somewhat fearful of him, even after standing up against him during the battle. He needs to eat and rest."

"Arn and I can always convince him," said Hiccup. "We both know Dragonese. We can comfort him."

"Uhh, what about us?" Tuffnut replied with a gesture towards himself and the others. "When are we gonna learn Dragonese?"

"Yeah! I wanna know what my dragon is saying," nodded Ruffnut.

"You guys will get your chance soon enough," Arn responded assuringly. "Right now we have more important things to do. We still need to train our men and prepare the Alliance of Midgard for war. Along with that, we must also ready ourselves for our voyage to Valnr."

"Agreed," Hiccup nodded. "So, do you think you can do it, Gothi?"

The elder rubbed her chin as she thought about it. Though it did not take long, she gave him a nod as she wrote in the dirt, 'I'll do it. Just give me a day, and that will be all the time I need in order to remove his memories.'

Hiccup smiled in appreciation. "Thank you, Gothi. That's all we'll need from you for now."

"Alright... So what do we do now?" asked Astrid.

"You guys can all go mind your own business and tend to your dragons," he replied as his eyes shifted towards Arn. "However, I would like to speak with you, Arn. In private."

He gave a nod. "Is it something important?"

"I guess you could say that," replied Hiccup. "It's something I would like to ask of you…"

…

Arn sat in a chair with his sword unsheathed and presented to Hiccup who was sitting opposite from him near his desk. He was unsure what the young chieftain had in mind - or even what his blade had to do with what the lad was thinking.

Hiccup meanwhile was inspecting the sword from tip to hilt. He remembered when he first laid eyes upon it, and back then he did not take much note into it. But now he was intrigued with the design of it.

Even Toothless, who laid atop the rock he slept on, slowly came over to look at the sword, and even sniffed it as if he was a dog or a hound. He too was now interested.

"Wow! Shiny!" he warbled in Dragonese.

Arn's sword was one of an unusual design. As Hiccup saw before, the hilt had a blue gem placed in the center of it. It's crossguard was carved out to look like a dragon's wings. It had a wider than average blade - yet it was still somewhat long. And of course, there were runes on the blade itself that went from top to bottom.

Its metal looked like silver, but it was too tough and sturdy to be so. Hiccup could only assume one thing.

"Is this blade made out of midgarite?" he asked. "You know, the same metal that the dwarves in Valnr use."

"Aye," nodded Arn. "This sword's called Runefang. My father gave it to me as a gift on my eighteenth birthday, a few months before he died. He told me that the dwarves forged it long ago with the help of the Three Guardians of Valnr; ancient and powerful entities of the elements who wield the energies of fire, ice, and lightning. From what I remember, my father himself told me that together, the three guardians gave the blade the strength that it has today. Yet despite what he said, his story was, ultimately, just a legend. There isn't a hint of magic present in it."

Hiccup rose a brow. "How would you know it doesn't have any magic? Did you try to-"

Arn nodded his head. "I tried everything, but nothing happened. Not a single sign of magic. My father even spoke with the Alsworn's archmage, but he said there wasn't even a spark of energy in it. Still, at least it's a strong sword."

"...Though I must ask, why exactly do you want to know about my sword? It's just a blade made out of strong metal."

A smirk appeared on Hiccup's face as his idea finally came to him. It was one he had been thinking about all day - and ever since his old weapon broke, he had wanted a replacement.

"I want you to help me reforge Inferno," he answered requestingly. "Except I don't want it to be how it was before. Instead, I want it to look like your sword. Almost like a… twin blade, if that makes sense. Except of course, I don't want them to be considered twin blades."

"Really?" asked Arn, slightly uncertain. "I- I mean, although we can replicate its look, I don't think we can make it as strong as Runefang. Berk doesn't have any midgarite we can mine, and even if it did, we would have to-

"There's no need to worry about the metal," Hiccup replied assuringly. "I've got something strong enough that we can use as a replacement in the stead of midgarite. On Berk, we call it Gronckle iron."

"Gronckle iron...? What kind of metal is that, exactly?"

"Well for that, you would need to ask Fishlegs," shrugged Hiccup. "He makes it with the help of Meatlug, plus he knows the recipe. Thankfully, we still have stacks of it left in Gobber's workshop, so maybe Gobber would be willing to lend us a hand. Still, I think three pairs of hands and a dragon are better than one."

"So what say you? Would you be up for it?"

Arn's mind was quickly made up. He began slowly nodding his head until Hiccup could see that he was up for it. He was fully in agreement. "Alright, I'll help you. As long as we can get it done in no time, we should be-"

"It may take longer than that, actually," stated Hiccup. "Grab a pickaxe. We're going to the mines to do some mining. Toothless, you're coming too."

The Night Fury gave a yawn as smoke escaped from his nostrils. "This is going to be a long night."

…

"Took more Gronckle iron than usual, especially for the blade; but I think it looks good," Gobber complimented.

Though the night had been long, the three vikings and their dragon had finally done it.

Hiccup's finished sword laid on the anvil in Gobber's workshop as the young chief, the blacksmith, Arn, and Toothless, all glanced down at it with proudful smirks and looks.

When compared side by side with Runefang, Hiccup's new Inferno looked nearly identical, with there being a few differences. Firstly, the blade was made out of Gronckle iron rather than midgarite, thus it had a lighter color.

Secondly, Hiccup's gem in the center of his sword's hilt was a purple crystal rather than a blue one like the one Arn had. It reminded him of the color of Toothless's plasma blast.

And lastly, the runes on Hiccup's blade were different to Arn's, and with the help of their spellbook, they managed to spell out the word dragon in runic. After all, it was the Dragon Blade.

"So… how tough is this metal, exactly?" asked Arn intriguingly.

"Tough enough to cleave an iron blade in two if you put enough force into it," stated Hiccup. "Gronckle iron is a metal that is unlike most metals. It is very sturdy, and it almost never dulls. For years we have kept it's recipe a secret from our enemies, and so far, they have not the faintest idea of how to make it."

"...As for the blade itself, I've made an adjustment that adds a new feature to it. Although it isn't retractable, a single touch of fire on the blade will light it up. I added this change while we were melting down the metal, by mixing it with a bit of Monstrous Nightmare gel."

"But does it work?" asked Gobber.

Hiccup shrugged as he took the sword from the anvil. "I guess we'll have to find out. Toothless?"

"On it," the dragon nodded with a warble.

The young chieftain proceeded to raise his blade out in front of him, close enough to where Toothless could softly light up his flames and spark up a small plasma blast. The Night Fury opened his mouth, letting out a purple glow before releasing a weak bolt of plasmic fire...

And with a fiery ZAP, the blade was lit.

Hiccup smiled in success. "Works beautifully, just like the old one. I can't wait to test this out in battle."

"Hmph, that's sounds like a strange thing to say coming from that mouth of yours, lad," Gobber stated in a curious manner. "I've never seen you this excited over a weapon before. But eh… how exactly do you put the fire out?"

"I made a sheathe for it," replied Hiccup as he motioned with his hand towards the weapon's sheathe, laying on the right side of his waist. "It's made out of a sturdy leather, as well as Night Fury scales. Once I sheathe my weapon like so…"

Hiccup proceeded to slide the blade into it's sheathe, and just like so, the flames were put out with a snap of a finger.

"...It puts itself out. Because there's no air to keep the flame going, it goes out like that."

"Huh... Why didn't I ever think of making anything like that?" Arn asked himself, giving a slight shrug. "Guess I'm not one when it comes to crafting."

"Eh, you should've seen Hiccup when he was younger," chuckled Gobber. "The lad couldn't even lift a sword or axe, or even make a-"

"I think we get it, Gobber," interrupted Hiccup, slightly embarrassed at the mentioning of his past self. "I'd rather not talk about the past. We've moved on from that, and I want it to stay that way."

"If you say so, chief," nodded Gobber. "...So, what next is there to do?"

"From here on out, it's preparing for our journey to Valnr… as well as getting some sleep," Hiccup yawned. "The others and I have a long day tomorrow. Plus, there's still Snotlout we need to deal with. We can only hope Gothi's spell worked."

"Eh? What spell?" questioned Gobber.

"It's to erase some of his memories," answered Arn. "Snotlout will have no memory of going against us, or even blaming us for killing his father. We'll finally be able to set his mind right… but I feel he'll be hurt once we tell him how his father was murdered that night."

Hiccup lightly sighed. "It's still worth it if that's what it takes to get the old Snotlout back. Many people may not agree with this, but we need to reunite the Dragon Riders if we're to deal some real damage to the orcs. Even without one of us, we are weakened."

"And what if it doesn't work? What if he still remains his old wicked self?" asked Arn.

"I don't know... I don't know what else we could do. But if that happens, I feel like everyone will just begin demanding for Snotlout's execution."