Alvin watched Hiccup as her friends embraced her. Everyone looked at Arvid as he slept peacefully in her arms. The teenagers were conversing among themselves, telling stories to each other.
"Why her, Alvin?" asked Stoick, "Why did you do this to her?"
Alvin sighed, "I didn't."
"What?"
"Hiccup isn't Arvid's mother. His real mother is... should be in Valhalla."
"Who was the mother?"
"One of the slaves. She was raped by one of Dagur's men. I hid her in the forest where Hiccup cared for her. The poor girl died after the child was born. Hiccup took her place as the mother. I had the other slaves help her raise him. They taught her everything she'd need to know about childbirth." Alvin turned to face Stoick, "When she first came here, I had considered making her conceive a child... But only if Arvid didn't survive. Since then, I've been careful to maker her new life comfortable. When her birthday came around, I had the slaves ask her about her favorite foods, books, and hobbies. Hell, I even looked at the dragons to give one to her as a gift. That book she's holding, I gave it to her on that special day. She rarely put it down."
"Did she ever talk about Berk?"
"Nearly every moment at first. But, as time passed, she began to adapt to living here. She still mentioned missing you, but she began to express her feelings and beliefs about dragons and peace. She started asking me about my worldviews. We bonded over the months. It amazed me how calm she was here. At first, I thought she'd try to leave, or attack one of my men; yet, she never did. She kept her word."
"How did Dagur take control?"
"About a month ago, I made the decision to let Hiccup go visit you, on the condition that I go with her of course... I woke up before she did and left a note for her. I wanted to meet her at the other side of the island. Dagur must have found the note, because Hiccup never came to the beach. Dagur ambushed me with the Skrill as I made my way back. I fell into a ravine and hid until Dagur left."
"By the way," said Stoick, changing the subject as the teens approached, "where is the Skrill?"
"He escaped," explained Hiccup.
"How?" asked Alvin.
Hiccup shrugged, "Someone forgot to lock his cell when Dagur and his men were merrymaking in the mead hall," an involuntary smile slipped on Hiccup's face. She side-glanced toward the sky, "Along with about a dozen... other dragons. Whoever was in charged of the dragons that night is lucky to be alive right now. Dagur was pretty mad, even in his drunken state," Hiccup was chuckling by now.
Alvin wasn't happy with the news, but he sighed and placed his hand on Hiccup's shoulder, "I've been, uh, meaning to talk to you about something."
Hiccup's smile faded, "What?"
"Your friends and I made a deal... they agreed to help me regain my island, if I let you go home in return."
Hiccup froze, "You mean... Can I-"
"You're free to go home, Hiccup, for good. You don't have to come back ever again."
For a moment, Hiccup looked to her friends, smiling widely; but she quickly looked back to Alvin, "What about Arvid?"
"He's yours from now on. What happens to him is up to you."
Hiccup looked down to Arvid. He had woken up and was reaching to her gleefully. She let him wrap his hand around her finger, "Alvin, I came here to raise your son. I'm not changing my mind," She looked up at Alvin again, "I'll take him to Berk. He can come here to visit you every he's old enough, I'll take him here so you can teach him to lead your tribe."
Alvin sighed with relief.
Hiccup let Alvin hold Arvid before she took him home with her. The whole flight home, Arvid laughed hysterically at the excitement.