Back on Berk:

The group flew further and further towards Berk. Sigmund saw how nervous the Tifespinner pack was. They hadn't been to any island where there were hundreds of humans; this made them terrified. However, Tifespike's trust in him made the pack trust his judgment.

Toothless noticed that Hester looked anxious. She looked pale as a ghost and shuddered like sheep, the feeling growing colder and colder the closer he flew further on. "Are you alright Hester?" he asked.

"I'm fine bud," his prudent rider tried to downplay her emotions; her dragon knew her too well to fall for it.

"Please tell me what's wrong Hester?" he pleaded.

Hester answered truthfully: "This place – it just has too many memories. I don't know how everyone will react when I come. They might not hate me anymore, but I don't feel comfortable around them,"

"I'll protect you," Toothless twisted his head so Hester could see his eyes filled with love and loyalty. "I promise,"

Hester managed a small smile. His protection as well as her best friends was everything she could ever want.

Outside their house, in the early morning, Ingrid Hofferson and Asher were waiting outside, walking around in circles, worried about their daughter. They knew she was a well-trained warrior, but that didn't mean they didn't fear for her safety.

"We must try to calm down Ingrid," Asher spoke. "Astrid has Stormfly to protect her. And we've trained her all her life. She will live,"

"You've been saying that for days!" Ingrid complained.

"Only because you keep worrying like our dear girl is just a helpless girl,"

"You did two,"

Before their bicker could continue, they heard a growling in in the wind. They stopped. They thought they felt their hearts stop too. They had been struck by the sound of a Deadly Nadder – Stormfly.

They looked up. Their eyes enlarged at the sight of Astrid flying above on her dragon with her friends, Hester, the Night Fury who had saved her, and two new species of dragons. "It's Astrid!" Ingrid squealed out.

"Everybody! Get up! They're back! They're back! They're back!" Asher shouted, his loud voice echoing across the village to every window. The whole village woke up. They would have yelled at Asher, but they had realised that he was right when they looked up to the sky. They gasped. It was true. They were back. They were home.

As Gobber rubbed his eyes, he caught sight of his son riding a Boneknapper. He gasped. Had his son actually trained a dragon who had been chasing after him all his life since he was a little boy who found that bone token? His heart was lifted more when he saw Sigmund riding an entirely new species of dragon and lead a pack of the same new species. It was magnificent. Extraordinary. Why hadn't my ancestor Bork the Bold discovered it? Did he know about this?

Spitelout and Freya looked up and saw their son riding in. He was safe, much to their luck. "What are those dragons?" Spitelout's eyes scrunched when he saw the strange dragons that were green or blue or turquoise and had yellow spikes over their body. "I've never seen one of those before,"

"Must be a new species that they discovered," Freya hinted.

Once the massive group of riders and dragons were hovering above the village. Everyone scuffled backwards to make room, so did their dragons. Astrid, Fishlegs, Snotlout and the twins were the first to land. Then begrudgingly the Trio and their dragons. However, they stopped halfway down when they saw how agitated the Tifespinner pack was.

"It's okay everyone," Sigmund promised. "These humans won't hurt you. They care for dragon. I know you're all shy – but you must trust me. It'll be fine,"

"Let's trust him," Tifespike supported. "Alpha, will you trust him as I do?"

The leader of her pack nodded. As one of his most loyal members, he trusted her every word. "Let's do it. We will not hesitate to attack if they threaten us though,"

The Trio, their dragons and the pack landed down in a graceful manner. The sight of the new dragons particularly Skullbones and Tifespike made everyone's hearts seem to stop. The children fettled on their feet and hid behind their mothers. The mothers wrapped protective arms around their kids. The fathers drew no weapons, but remained strong, standing in front of their wives and kids.

Almost everyone had their eyes focused on a nervous Hester. They looked delighted, eager to walk up to her. She was petrified looking at everyone. Once they saw her as nothing but a 'Hicca', a walking disaster. Now they looked at her as a hero, the girl who brought peace between the dragons. That didn't excuse all the horrible things they said about her though that made her a little woozy being around them. Toothless snarled. Everyone gasped and stumbled back, their dragons growling at Toothless for his manner when their riders were just trying to be nice. "Stay back," the protective Night Fury ordered. "No one shall come near Hester unless they want to be barbequed,"

Everyone stood back a bit. Once they did, Astrid and the others jumped off their dragons and ran into their parents' arms. They hugged and kissed their faces and the teen's dragons received grateful thanks from the parents for protecting their kids.

"Garsir?!" another voice broke out.

On his dragon, Garsir tilted his head and saw his father barging through the crowd at a frantic state.

"Garsir?!" Gobber cried out again, desperate for his son to sprint into his arms for a bear hug.

"Dad!" a joyful and tearful Garsir sprinted to his father and leapt into his arms.

Gobber swung him around several times and crushed his body into a tight bearhug. It was so tight that Garsir couldn't wrap his arms around his father's neck.

"I'm so sorry I left dad," Garsir apologised. "I just wanted to stick with Hester and Sigmund,"

"It's alright son," Gobber cupped his son's face. "I'm just glad you're safe," He pulled his son into another tight hug. His happy mood faltered when he noticed the Boneknapper standing over them. He turned pale. He hadn't seen that dragon in years.

His son sensed his discomfort. "It's okay Dad," he assured. "He's friendly. I trained him. His name is Skullbones,"

His father stared at him. "You trained the Boneknapper?"

Garsir nodded in a happy manner. "I did. Dad – remember that bone you gave me, the one you got when you were a boy? Well – it turns the Boneknapper kept chasing you all your life because he wanted it back. Without it, he couldn't roar,"

Gobber was intrigued by the story. "Really?"

He looked at the dragon that had chased him all his childhood. "Sorry boy,"

"That's alright," Skullbones replied instantly. "Better to forgive and forget. At least your son returned it and now I'm happy to have him for a rider,"

"He says that it is alright and that he is happy to have it back and he forgives you for taking his bone," Hester translated, coming over to them along with Sigmund.

Gobber's heart was lifted at seeing Hester and Sigmund again.

Immediately they dashed into his arms and shared a tight group hug along with Garsir.

"I'm so happy to see you Gobber," Hester hugged her mentor.

"We've missed you so much," Sigmund said.

"I'm just you're both back along with my boy. I'm glad you all took great care of each other," Gobber's voice was filled with relief.

"Is that really you Sigmund?" Flora's kind loving voice made Sigmund look down at her. She was weeping tears of joy along with her husband and even Fishlegs as well. Fishlegs had wanted to bring Sigmund back to them.

"It's me mother," Sigmund said. He slipped off Tifespike's neck and before he could get a chance to react, Flora pulled him to her chest and kissed her head.

"I can't believe that you're home! You're finally home," she expressed.

"We've missed you son," Stifflegs alleged, join in with the hug.

Fishlegs smiled a bit, but felt a little left out. Until his father offered out his hand to join. He gasped for joy and ran into it, squeezing his brother.

Sigmund felt a little too tight; he was happy to be back home with his family. He was even more happy that Fishlegs was hugging him too. He had never had a real hug from Fishlegs ever. "I've missed you guys," Sigmund conveyed. "I've missed you guys so much. I'm so sorry I left you guys behind. It wasn't personal,"

"Yes it was. But we admit, just like everyone else on this island we weren't good to Hester as we should have been," Stifflegs said as they realised their hold on their adoptive member. "You have every right to go with her and Garsir; they needed you. But not saying goodbye to us – hurt,"

"I'm sorry," Sigmund felt increasingly guilty for not saying goodbye, seeing the sad look in his father's fragile eyes. He couldn't tell them his reasons – not without hurting their feelings. "It won't happen again,"

"It had better," Flora smiled before gazing at Sigmund's new dragon. "Who is this? What species is this?"

"This is Tifespike. She's a new dragon we discovered; a Tifespinner,"

His parents were impressed.

"Why do you call her a Tifespinner?" Flora asked curiously.

"It would not to do it here," Sigmund advised, thinking of all the damage Tifespike's spinning could cause with her spikes. "Best to explain it somewhere where there's not a lot of huts,"

"Why's that?" his father asked.

Tifespike crooned and opened out her wings a bit, showing her spikes clear as crystal.

"Oh," Stifflegs got the point. "I get the point of those spikes,"

"Is that really you Hester?" Flora tried to approach but Toothless growled.

"Easy Toothless," Sigmund said. "That's just my mum,"

"Hester? Sigmund?" Gobber's voice made them turn and look at his delightful face.

The two dashed into his arms and they shared a tight group hug.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you guys," Gobber wept out.

Hester couldn't stop crying as she hugged her father figure. "We've missed you too,"

"There is no much we have to tell you," Sigmund admitted. "You are not going to believe how much as happened out there,"

"Let's save that for later," Gobber decided. "For now, let's all welcome you all back home,"

Before they could talk about this welcome, their conversation was interrupted by a growling scowling voice – a voice Hester hadn't wanted to hear again.

"Oh hardy ha! Let's welcome back the girl who deserted her tribe. And the buffoonish boys who didn't know whose sides to be on that they'd abandon their families," Mildew pouted preposterously, pushing past everyone who then glowered at him.

"Mildew," Hester grimaced.

"How nice it is to see you," Sigmund sarcastically replied back, walking over to Hester's side in a protective manner.

"We don't feel like hearing anything you have to say," Garsir warned, taking Hester's other side like his best Viking buddy.

"What brings you back to Berk after all this time?" Mildew inquired carefully as he crossed his arms. "Come to cause trouble again?"

"You take that back," Sigmund warned, pointing a deadly finger at the old man in a death-threatening manner.

"I would back away I were you," Toothless snarled.

"Mildew, this is Toothless, who will gladly barbeque you and eat your sheep, if you don't skedaddle away. Not that anyone will miss you as well," Hester advised carefully.

"Well here's what I say. Berk doesn't need or want you Hester. Why don't you just fly back to where you came from. You don't belong here,"

"You shut up Mildew right now!" a sword-like voice snapped.

The Trio turned and saw Astrid approaching them in a threatening manner aimed at Mildew.

"Berk does need her. What it doesn't need is you, shouting such selfish things that you know aren't true! Now crawl back to the rusty hut from where you came," she didn't need to give a warning. Instead she just crackled her knuckles.

Mildew didn't freak out. Instead, he just stalked in a grumpy manner out of the village.

The Trio looked at Astrid, who looked back at them. She wasn't expecting a 'thank you' considering their past, but she received one from Hester nonetheless.

"Thank you," she never thought she would actually say thank you to her ex-best friend; she wasn't very grateful to her for standing up for her.

"Let me through!" another voice bellowed.

Hester stiffened at the voice. She knew exactly what it was. She felt her heart hammering rapidly in her chest, her throat tying itself into a knot. Sigmund and Garsir sensed her nervous state and held her hands. She gripped them tight.

Through the crowd barged through Stoick. The moment he was in front and he laid eyes on his daughter, he stopped. He didn't move an inch. He just stared hard at her, witnessing every glimpse he could capture on her.

Hester stared towards him, not sure what to do. She hadn't seen him in months ever since the Battle on Dragon Island. He looked so different from the abusive father she once saw him as.

"Hester…" Stoick spluttered out, but pause. He couldn't find the words.

"Don't talk to me," Hester's words were swift and strident. She walked past him without a second thought, pulling the boys with her. She didn't look at him. Sigmund and Garsir did the job for her, harbouring sharp glares at the chief. They still blamed him for what had happened to Hester all those months ago, and it would take a long time for them for cool down their fiery temper at him.

Toothless followed after them, snarling at the chief. He had saved him from drowning back on Dragon Island; it didn't mean he was in his good graces though. They walked away from the village and up the stone stairs to the Great Hall. This was where they were going to witness a meeting to discuss whatever tactic was required to stop the threat approaching.