Sorry for being so late, its been a rough few weeks. I hope you enjoy this iconic scene from the movie.

Unfortunately, we have to wait until the afternoon before Hiccup can give me a ride on Toothless. Dragon training is being postponed until the whole Tannski debate is over. Hiccup finally gets a silver ingot from Stoick; now he can work on the Thunder Spear properly. Hiccup hasn't shown anyone else his designs yet save me, he wants to wait until Tannski's unveiling. Speaking of which…

"So how are you going to reveal to Stoick that you're Tannski?" Hiccup looks at me and I can't help but notice some soot on his forehead. It must have stuck to his sweat in the forge. "If I remember correctly, you've been wearing the kilt because it's more comfortable and less constraining than pants. Are you going to fuse with Toothless to form Tannski in front of the chief, or unfuse and appear half-naked?"

Hiccup blushes at my phrasing. "If you must know, I plan to wear a cape that will cover most of my torso. Hopefully, that'll prevent the chill from getting to me. But it's not my state of dress I'm worried about." He plucks a blade of grass, pinching it between his fingers. "I've managed to reveal that dragons may possibly be good, or willing to be team players at least, shown him that humans can fuse with dragons, and that there's a way to end the war once and for all. I don't think I can do anything else to lighten the load, but I'm still afraid of what Dad will do when he finds out I'm Tannski."

I consider his words. It's understandable. Such a bombshell will not be easy to accept. (I still consider it a miracle I did.) "I think you need to relax." I look up at the sky and notice it's getting close to afternoon. "Maybe you could take me on that flight we talked about?"

Hiccup looks at the sky. "Good idea." He stands up and offers me his hand, which I accept. I sling my ax over my shoulder and we make our way to Tannski's canyon.

I grin my signature smile when I see two-legs sharp-eyes Hiccup and two-legs short-fuse Astrid. "Hey, Astrid, I wasn't expecting to see you today."

Astrid smiles at my grin. "It's good to see you, Toothless."

I close my mouth and tilt my head when I sense… mirth?

"What's so funny?" I project my query.

She smiles. "Your grin, this is the first time I've seen your namesake."

As soon as I understand the joke, I laugh, though its more of a chortle with the coughing, throaty sounds I produce. "I was a little peeved when I found out what my name means, but now I can appreciate it." I pause, trying to answer a conundrum. "By the way, what does your name mean?"

She pauses, her forehead wrinkling in that cute way two-legs have when they're thinking hard. Finally she looks at me and shrugs. "I don't really know. My family never gave me a hideous name, at least not one I understand."

I consider her answer thoughtfully. "Maybe your sire and dam did not want to anger you, you are rather short-tempered."

Astrid just stares at me. "You've never even seen me angry though, so how would you know?"

My lips twitch upwards in the ghost of a smirk. "When Hiccup provided memories of you, my impression of you became two-legs short-fuse."

With almost perfect timing, Hiccup pulls my prosthetic out of an alcove, along with the saddle he made for unfused flights. "Care to carry a second passenger?"

Before I can respond, Astrid turns to face Hiccup. "What's this I hear about Toothless nicknaming me two-legs short-fuse?" When Hiccup hears Astrid use my draconic translation, he freezes and looks at me with a face of utter betrayal. Astrid narrows her eyes, tightening her fingers around the handle of her ax. Hiccup swallows hard- I can hear the sound over here- and starts to look panicked. Suddenly, she flings her ax aside and... pounces. He yelps in surprise, then starts laughing and squirming as she proceeds to tickle him.

I stare at Astrid playfully pinning Hiccup, I glance up at the sky and notice a faint orange coloring. "If we are to go flying, we should do it soon, " Astrid looks up, realizing that evening is upon us. I look between Hiccup and his romantic interest. "You're in for a treat, Astrid." I squat down so Hiccup can sling the saddle on my back, then straighten up so he can fasten the buckles. After placing leather covers on the buckles, he stands back. "All lies well." Nodding, Hiccup puts on a special harness to attach himself to the saddle. He also provides a similar belt for Astrid to use.

Before Hiccup can get on, Astrid points out a small issue with Hiccup's clothing. "Hey, Hiccup, if you're going to be riding Toothless, don't you think you should wear pants?" Hiccup looks down, and it clicks in both our heads what Astrid means.

"Yeah, I should do that, excuse me." Hiccup quickly returns to the outcropping and collects a set of clothes. After changing behind a boulder he emerges dressed in padded leggings designed for riding. "Now that that's taken care of. " I can't help but notice a bit of a blush on his cheeks as he straps himself in. Astrid does the same behind Hiccup.

"All right, I'm ready," Astrid tells me as soon as she's properly fastened.

I chuckle. "No, no you're not." Before she can question what I mean, we take off into the sky.

Toothless makes a beeline straight and fast into the sky. I hold onto Hiccup for dear life, eyes closed tight.

After what feels like hours, but is probably minutes, I feel Hiccup tap my hand, which I belatedly realize are wrapped tightly around his stomach. "Astrid, you can let go now." As soon as I release my grip, he wheezes, gulping down great lungfuls of air. "Thank you, couldn't talk with you doing that."

Before I can comment, I notice the clouds. They're not just above us, but beside and even below us. I tentatively reach out and touch… nothing? The clouds, they're just fog! Really large bunches of it but they're still fog! I loosen my grip and reach out with both hands. As soon as both hands reach deeper into the cloud, I can feel an odd dampness forming on my skin, almost like dew. Or is it rain? Maybe dew is to fog as rain is to clouds? I chuckle at this, and it's here I notice a strange music. I quickly realize Hiccup is projecting some kind of melody to me.

"What are you doing?" He turns his head and I notice his gem is glowing faintly, probably due to the melody he's projecting.

"Simply giving this moment the ambiance it deserves." He looks at the clouds beneath us. "Check this out." He projects something to Toothless, who flies to the right, making his wing touch the cloud. When I look back, I see the cloud has curled in on itself like a wave. It even looks like water since the sun has completely set and the full moon is shining down.

It takes me a moment to realize the reason for a sudden chorus to Hiccup's melody. Up above us are the reflected lights of Valkyrie armor, lighting up the sky in greens, blues, and purples.

Toothless rises over the cloudbank and we come face to face with the statue of Thor.

I hear Hiccup's melody rise as we get a bird's, or rather, dragon's eye view of the village.

"Okay, I'll admit, I thought this would be pretty cool, but its more than that. It's amazing." I reach down and rub Toothless's side. "You're amazing."

"Thanks, Astrid. You're not so bad yourself," the black dragon projects to me.

I look up from Toothless to Hiccup. "You know, when I look at how things played out, had you not asked me for training, I'd have probably stalked you in my search for answers. Probably leading me to the canyon and an unpleasant welcome from Toothless." The dragon makes an odd gurgling sound that I realize a heartbeat later is his laugh. "Maybe me finding you would urge you to run away, or fly away, I suppose." I look down when Hiccup clutches my hand. I turn mine over to grasp his.

"You're probably right. But enough about hypotheticals, what-ifs, and if-onlys. I know from experience that they'll get you nowhere." He leans to the right, where I see the canyon. As soon as we touch down, Hiccup undoes his straps and dismounts, offering his hand to me. "Instead I'll do all I can to make my new dream come true."

"And what dream is this? End the war between Vikings and dragons? Or get everyone to accept you?"

He looks at me and there's a glint in his eyes. I feel I should know it, but I can't pinpoint the look. "Neither and both. I intend to create a utopia for all: human, dragon, it doesn't matter." It's now that I recognize what that glint is.

Ambition. Initiative. These things and more are what I feel coming off of Hiccup. I can feel him intentionally projecting the idea, as well as subconsciously radiating his new purpose in life.

While I'm glad Hiccup found a purpose, he still needs to get the rest of Berk on board.

"You ready for tomorrow?"

He faces me, and I see both his eyes and gem glowing faintly. I also notice Toothless behind him.

"We are."

I sit on a boulder at the edge of the cliff, the sun beginning its descent behind me. I'm sure my half-father is frustrated that Hiccup is not there with him. He doesn't know Hiccup's part just yet, but he will soon enough.

I look down at the carefully folded vest and tunic, my helmet sitting on top with my boots to the side. In the unlikely event dad doesn't recognize them, I'm sure he'll at least ask about the clothes.

But a quick sniff at my cauldron alerts me back to the stew. I've been preparing it all day for this meeting. I just hope dad waits before he asks where I got the cauldron.

I grab a wooden bowl and taste the stew. It's not the best fish stew I've ever had, but I figure I should provide something hospitable.

I continue to tend to the stew while my mind wanders. Hiccup told Astrid yesterday that what(-)ifs get us nowhere, but that doesn't stop us from thinking about them.

I distract myself by doing a hypothetical headcount. Dad is definitely going to be here. Either Gobber or Spitelout will be here, if not both. If Spitelout is here he'll probably bring Snotlout. There will also be representatives from each clan. Either the clan heads themselves or one other. Dad will probably also bring a guard. Gothi might come, but that's unlikely. In the event Astrid is not able to join the group, I've asked her to sneak here along a route I'd shown her earlier.

My train of thought is interrupted when the crunch of earth alerts me to the presence of the expected party. The first to step out of the foliage is Stoick, with Gobber and Spitelout trailing behind him. To my surprise, Gothi is with them. I scan the crowd for Astrid and am surprised again when all my fellow trainees trail behind the adults like a flock of faithful sheep. (I can also hear Snotlout muttering about Hiccup's absence under his breath.) That's everyone I immediately recognize, but I reach a headcount of fifteen before Stoick walks forward.

I face my half-father. "Hello, Stoick, would you and yours care for a bowl of stew?"

While several of the Berkians are surprised by my offering hospitality, my father appears to have expected it. "Me and mine will happily accept your hospitality, Tannski." I notice several of the Berkians debating with one another if a fire falls under the right of hospitality.

Before my dad can ask about bowls, I provide him with a stack. "I was expecting more of you, to be honest, so there's plenty to go around." I reach for the ladle and scoop a cup of stew, passing it to my father.

When he looks down, his attention is drawn to my clothes. "Where did you get that, Tannski?" His voice lowers an octave, a slight growl in his voice.

"Let me finish providing everyone with a bowl and I will show you the truth of the matter." Everyone in the party looks confused by my phrasing, but Astrid just smiles. She knows what's up.

Thankfully, my half-father is patient enough to provide everyone with a bowl of stew. But as soon as he's done, he looks straight at me. "Now tell me, Tannski, why do you have my son's clothes?" Those who had not noticed before are now looking at my folded garments.

I take a deep breath. I can do this, I can do this. "Look, Stoick, just know I've tried to lessen this blow as much as I can, but there's nothing more I can do. So, I think it's time we introduce ourselves properly."

I unfuse and hope things will be all right.

I stare at my father, who stares at me with shock written all over his face; I don't know what kind, though. I see flickers of fear and agitation, but also bewilderment and… awe?

"Hello, Dad, I'd like you to meet Toothless."

Oh boy, so Stoick now has the whole truth laid out before him. How does he feel about that?

R37uy: sorry for a second cliffhanger, but the moment was right there and it fits really well. I'm glad you like what I'm doing with the twins, part of me is worried my versions are too out of character. but thain again because theyre crazy the things they say that are truth are taken for granted.

Wolf: Not gonna lie, the play by play thing is one of the more challenging things for me to write. glad you enjoy the world building, if you have any suggestions I can see if they can be implemented in some way. As for potential multi fusions, the fire worm queen is one such example, and maybe the screaming death as well.

hopefully the next chapter wont take as long to update.