Hey guys another chapter of our surviving hero, it seem my chapters are getting longer, but they can be occasions where it'll happened otherwise i try to stick to 3k word limit.
I want to thank my reviewers for their ideas for this, I've taken them and archived them in my brain for later use.
Anyway less chatting and more reading, enjoy.
Chapter 5-An unwelcoming surprise
It had been a few weeks since Hiccup and Fishlegs became friends and the two boys couldn't be any more happier.
They already got on like a house on fire as they discussed thing on an equal level of intelligence, mostly on books.
Fishlegs took an interest in Old wrinkly's survival book, finding the different rules fascinating, including using your unique ability to help in survival which he agreed upon quite easily.
He also started to document the different plant life that grew around the area and categorize them to determine which were edible and which were, with unfortunately meant in order to find out, he had to use himself as the test subject.
Hiccup caught the large boy more than once throwing up in a nearby bush because of this or saw his face swell up.
Lucky enough Gobber asked Gothi about borrowing a book to Hiccup on curing most of these which lead to Fishlegs throwing up once again.
Fishlegs also borrowed Hiccup a few of his families books that they had in their huge collection, mostly on different ways of fighting.
Since he was going to be here, he needed a way to defend himself just in case.
It's true that when Hiccup was trained to fight in the village, he failed miserably at everything he was taught, but there was a reason for that, mainly the villagers themselves, laughing at him whenever he failed, knocking his confidence down each time, in the end he eventually gave up.
But out here, there was no disappointment towards him, no one telling him he was a failure and no one to laugh at him, so this was the perfect opportunity to learn how to fight on his own terms.
What he didn't count on however was the amount of books Fishlegs brought with him to the cove full of different fighting techniques from not only just the archipelago but beyond it.
When Hiccup asked where he got all these books from he replied by saying that when trader Johan came into port, he'd be the first one to buy all his books, no matter what they were, stories, journals, cooking, fishing, education and some that were even quite naughty, especially for a ten year old who has never seen a naked woman before and didn't know what to make of it. After that he vowed to make sure what he was buying beforehand.
Now Hiccup could not only learn to fight like a Viking, but with all these other foreign fighting books, he could take the moves that suited his body type and choice of weapons.
Due to him chopping down trees most of the time since he came here, he got quite used to the axes weight.
But he wanted to do one better, he didn't want to just use an axe as his main weapon.
He wanted to duel wield.
You see for a few years Hiccup discovered he was ambidextrous, meaning he could use his left and right hand equally as well, but he found that his left arm was stronger than his right when it came to lifting his hammer, but hammers were too bulky for him to use as a weapon all the time. True they were good for defence and offence attacks, but the sheer weight of the head would wear out his stamina to quickly, thus leaving him vulnerable to attack.
Something he observed during dragon raids.
Hiccup would watch from the forge at the hammer and mace wielders, their attacks were strong and deadly, especially when thrown accurately, but they could only last for so long before the weight of their own weapon took its toll on them.
Swords were good for parrying attacks as well as quicker and longer offence attacks than their heavier counterpart and would be a choice for Hiccup to go for, but he could only use it for close combat only and not ranged attacks.
That's where the axe came in for Hiccup, strong and good for range attacks, but with enough lightness and balance to keep him going long in battle.
After debating so much in his head about what to go for, he decided to use both an axe and sword as his duel-wielding weapons of choice.
Now all he had to do was forge the weapons in question.
With a bit of Hiccup flare thrown in of course.
In the village
While their little brother was enjoying life being Hiccups friend, his twin siblings were still force to feed the dragons in the arena due to what they did.
After Spitelout had given his son the lecturing of a lifetime, Snotlout told him who put him in the barrel in the first place, but as his father asked why they did it, he lied and said no reason whatsoever.
This got the head of the Jorgenson family mad as he assumed they were picking on his son for no reason and marched that very night to the Ingerman residence to give them a piece of his mind.
Which ended up with him and Mooseleg, Fishlegs father, fighting it out right outside his front door causing people to come out of their houses to watch the fight going on causing more to to take an interest in what was going on.
Including Stoick.
"What in the nine realms is going on here!" he boomed, causing everyone to jump from the volume of his voice before parting to let him through.
By now the two family heads stopped their fighting as they both looked directly at their chief, dirty, bruised, cut and pieces of their clothing torn from the scuffle, they both stood up to address Stoick, who at this point was standing there unimpressed by this situation.
He already been having a hard time keeping his anger in check for the last few months since his sons banishment. But with the lack of support for Gobber in the forge, he had to volunteer himself to help out.
But he was not Hiccup when it came to blacksmithing, the boy could works wonders with a hammer in his hands, giving it the right pressure of strength, despite his scrawny size, to mould a weapon perfectly.
Stoick however was to rough and strong to do gentle and mostly snapped the weapon in two before it could even be used, to which Gobber took pleasure in telling him each time it happened.
To make matters worse for the vast chief, the yak tipping pranks have gotten out of hand due to his time being stretched, although he already had a good idea who it was and the Thorston twins didn't appreciate cleaning up after the same yak's they tipped.
But now what he was seeing was really testing his patience.
Two respected Berk family heads fighting outside like children over the last piece of cake.
He simply stood there, not saying a word, but gestured for them to explain what their actions were about.
"His little hooligans smashed my door down as well shove my boy into a barrel which caused the broken door!" Spitelout yelled as a few gasps were heard from the crowd who all turned to look at the Ingerman twins, who had their arms crossed, looking very calm.
"Well if you taught your son about what happens when you bully someone..." Yaklegs calmly start off their reply as Hena carried on.
"...then he wouldn't have been shoved into that barrel and smelling a five month old trout right about now"
Again more gasps were heard as the crowd turned towards Spitelout waiting for his comeback.
"Well whoever he was bullying, most likely deserved it" he shrugged as he watch Hena being held back by her brother and father as she nearly lunged for the head Jorgenson.
"What?! Fishlegs didn't deserve anything your troutlout did to him!" she shouts back causing more gasps from practically all of the crowd as Spitelout was taken aback at what was said.
"Enough!"
Both sides froze as Stoick looked at both parties.
"Okay Spitelout, since your son started all this..."
"Now hold on Stoick..." Spitlout cut him off but was cut right back.
"Silence! Now as I was saying because your son started this mess, his punishment shall be to plough the fields..." he then turned towards the Thorston twins who by this point hid behind their mother "...along with the yak tippers of Berk too"
Ruff and Tuff looked at each other, confused on who he was referring to.
"Wait, who's the yak tipper?" Tuffnut asks as his twin rolls her eyes.
"It's me you dolt!" Ruffnut replied starting off the argument.
"What, how can you be the yak tipper? What's that make me then?"
Ruffnut grinned as she got close to her brother, putting her foot behind him then pushing him to the ground as she cackled.
"The yak"
Tuffnut sat right up as he glared as his sister.
"Well at least I haven't got a yak's butt sis"
Ruffnut then glared daggers at him as she leaped into the air before crashing right on top of him, starting a fight between the pair.
Their family held their heads in embarrassment.
The crowd watch with entertainment.
But for Stoick he could only face palm himself, as the who thing took place, all the while thinking that things had gotten worse since Hiccup was kicked out.
He felt like someone had cursed him.
Most likely his late wife's doing for failing to protect their son.
As the Thorston parent dragged their twins off of each other, Stoick took his hand off his face as he addressed the other two twins.
"You two for, wrecking a perfectly good barrel and a door, you shall both be feeding the dragons in the arena for the next few weeks" and with that he leaves to disperse the crowd while Brenna and Mooselegs looked at the twins before looking at their youngest, who was petrified, he only woke up after Stoick started to shout and when he heard that his siblings taught Snotlout a lesson, he was scared he made things worse for himself.
Mooselegs suddenly laughed as Brenna gave the twins and Fishlegs a bone crunching hug, confusing all three siblings.
"Y-you're not m-mad?" Fishlegs stuttered as his father looked at him with an amused look.
"Of course I'm mad! You know how much that barrel will cost to replace?!" he laughed as Fishlegs and the twins looked at each other.
Did their dad just said he was mad that he had to replace the barrel.
"That and for not telling us dear, but we understand" their mother said as she gently patted her youngest's shoulders as Mooselegs patted his twins on the back while still laughing.
"I always wanted to do that to a Jorgenson! Glad my loins have my brains!" that earnt him a glare from his wife that made him flinch "a-and your mothers fighting spirit of course"
So here they are now in the arena, feeding the dragons for the last time since they were told to, but all in all they always kept saying the same thing over to each other.
"It was well worth it"
Three months later in the cove
Life for Hiccup had gotten a lot more better since his banishment, he felt like he could let go of his hatred for what the village did to him.
But he wouldn't let them know that, his hatred might have gone but he was still done with them.
Out here his skills as a fighter have drastically improve, not only in using a weapon, but his speed, stamina and strength have improved too, mainly due to his doing his daily chores of building, chopping, mining and hunting as well as his blacksmithing skills which due to him wearing out his tools quickly, he's constantly repairing them or forging a new one.
With his mind free to wonder he starts to use his inventions not only to improve his own quality of life, one being the completion of his house, using Viking design but replacing the outer layer with a mixture of clay, mud and crushed stones mixed together, creating a material that can be moulded and sets hard making the perfect wall. An idea he found while reading a few books on Roman and Greek structures, after that he knew he wanted to do the same in case he did get attacked by a dragons, then it would be harder for them to burn down his house. But as added decoration he did have some wood on the outside but it was mainly for decoration purposes and have no permanent attachment to the house itself, he did however paint the wood using some ore dust he found in his mine one day.
It consists of copper, zinc, iron ochre and silica mixed with water creating a sort of reddish paint which Hiccup thought it suit well with the stone walls.
At this point in time, he was busy near the waterfall working on some sort of wooden structure that involved hollow metal tubes that connected to a contraption that was directly underneath the water, the other end of the long tube was a big stone container, kind of like a forges, but this one was raised up high as the tube flowed water into it.
Underneath the container was a fire pit that was currently burning, heating the container and thus the water inside.
Another tube was sticking out of the other side of the container only instead of the top, it was at the bottom of it which lead into the house.
"There that should do it, lets give it a go" he said to himself as he jumped down from the structure before inspecting every bit of the tubing and container all the way to the house till eventually he went inside to where the other end of the second tube ended right above an empty bucket.
He inspected the tube which had a valve handle sticking from the top of it to stop or start the water flowing that was in the pipe at the moment. An idea he had watching the one on his fathers mead barrel work.
He slowly turned the handle as hot water started to flow through the end of the tube and into the bucket.
Hiccup smiled triumphantly at this as he punched the air, he spent a good amount of time trying to get it right without it going wrong and now he had hot water on tap, providing he kept the fire pit topped up with fuel.
Which reminded him, he needed to get more logs as devastating winter was on its way, he just hoped all his planning and inventions paid off in the end.
At least for one thing, he was okay for food for two reason.
One was that everyday he went out foraging and hunting for food, making sure to salt the meat so it didn't spoil before putting it into his storage barrels.
And two, even though he gained some muscle, he still was on the small size so didn't need a lot of food at all.
He did find another advantage to his small frame, he was good with stealth and speedy attacks where some of the normal sized people would more reply on strength.
He picked up his axe and sword before sheathing them upon him as he set off for the other side of the forest near a beach.
Hiccup usually rests there after cutting down trees before heading off back to the cove with his supply of logs.
Today was a usual thing with the trees. Nothing new to discover and no wild animals to threaten him, so afterwards he did what he always did, and rest next to the beach, with his sketchbook in his hand.
He always love to draw whenever he could, its what mostly kept his mind at ease knowing that all this beauty could be seen by him and no one else on the island.
His mind then wondered onto other things besides his inventions and his drawings.
He wondered if anyone in the village would remember what tomorrow was.
He knew Fishlegs, Gobber and his father should but what about the others?
More likely ignore it like they always did.
He closed his eyes and sighed for a few minutes before opening them only to spot something out at sea heading towards him.
It was too small to make out but by the looks of it, it was a longship.
He went through his bag and got out his spyglass just to be sure.
He only needed a few second to see he was right, but paled when he saw the tribal crest on the sails, a red horned helmet with four spike sticking out of the top.
Hiccup recognized it straight away from what his father told him if he ever saw that crest anywhere.
"Outcasts" he seethed as he watched closely as the men on the boat scurried around getting weapons set and prepared.
Hiccup put the spyglass down and smirked as he quickly headed away from the beach and picked up his logs.
"So they want to do a sneak attack" he said, remembering a few things his grandfathers book said about different ambush attacks.
Be vigilant.
He also remembered the number one rule in the book.
Use your personal strength to your own advantage.
His mind was his strength, he already proved that to himself.
"Lets see if brains does win over brawn" and with that ran all the way back to the cove to prepare his plan.
It was going to be a long night for him in order to get ready for what he had planned.
But once its got dark he had to complete one task that needed to be done.
He had to go to Berk in the dead of night and deliver three letters.
One to Gobber, one to Fishlegs and one to his father.
Hiccup dreaded having to go back there especially if they caught him.
But he had no choice, he had to protect them, no matter what they did.
So all throughout the day he turned his plans into something real.
He was going to use the forest as his own personal trap.
Activating his hidden snaring traps all around the forest floor to which he marked off on a map so he knew where to go once it was all over and done with.
He set up fall traps full of sharp sticks pointing upwards, not enough to kill but seriously harm.
He's a survivalist not a murderer.
Up in the trees he set up log traps connected to trip wires, one snap and their target will be flying back to their boat.
But the one Hiccup liked was using the wildlife to his advantage.
Most areas are covered in ants nests and when they feel threatened they will all attack to protect their queen.
For some strange reason it kind reminded him dragons, but he didn't know why.
The same with bees, to which he had plans for them too.
With all this, Hiccup would also be in the trees picking off individual soldiers, finding their weakness and exploiting it.
He will require his crossbow for this.
The one he uses when he out hunting larger prey.
He had plans for that too to make it more automatic, but getting the design and details down will take time, and at this moment he hand no time to waste.
Night time edge of the village.
Hiccup was a complete mess.
Not emotionally, but literally he was a complete mess.
Since spending all the day time, and most of the night time getting his traps set up, he had fallen out of the trees dozens of times, luckily only falling into a bush, setting up his ground traps, only to nearly get caught in them himself, and he really doesn't want to talk about the ants nest situation, his butt was still itching from that.
But in the end he was triumphant, everything was set, all he needed to do now was send the letters to the right people.
He hoped the gods were on his side this time as he carefully sneaked past every house along the way.
But as he got to one particular house, he heard whimpering coming from the upstairs window.
He recognized the house straight away from the Nadders head mounted on the front.
The Hofferson residence.
He wondered who was whimpering upstairs, was it the youngest Fern Hofferson, Astrids little brother?
Most possibly since he was still young.
He decided the letter can wait for a few minutes as he silently and carefully climbed the walls until he got to the open window and nearly gasped in surprise.
It wasn't Astrid brother who was whimpering.
It was Astrid herself.
She seemed to be asleep, but was still upset about something as she tossed and turned in bed.
"N-no...please...not him...anything but him" she whispered as she looked like she was on the verge of screaming.
'She's having a nightmare' Hiccup thought to himself as he kept on watching her.
He could just leave and let her suffer.
It was no concern if he abandoned her, after all she did it to him.
Then why did he feel like he needed to help her?
Sighing in defeat, he carefully sat down next to her as he took one of her hands into his and started to gently sing.
"Little Viking, little warrior don't make a sound.
Be brave, be strong, make the Gods proud.
Yet you are still young and not old.
Your heart is as pure as gold.
So when the enemy strikes you with fear.
Attack back and make them tear.
So little Viking, little warrior don't make a sound.
Be strong, be brave, make the all father proud"
Hiccup watched as Astrid's facial expression, turn to one of calm as she fell into a peaceful sleep.
Hiccup could only smile remembering that song from when his mother sang it to him to calm him down as a baby.
He really wished he could remember the rest of her, but her song never left his heart.
He suddenly shook his head as he remembered he needed to this one last task before the nights end.
And with that was out of the window, down onto the ground and heading towards the forge, pinning the note on the door so Gobber will see it, followed by the one for Fishlegs, leaving it pinned to his front door before finally reach the chiefs house.
He wished he didn't have to come back here, he still remembers that day very clearly when most of the village wanted him gone.
And yet here he was saving their sorry butts all because Hiccup was too much of a nice guy.
With a deep sigh, he pinned the last note onto his fathers door before stepping back and heading off toward the forest once again.
He has done his bit.
Now its up to the Gods to see how it'll play out.
Next morning
Stoick woke up with a groan and a pounding headache, something he's gotten used to for a few months now.
Ever since he banished his son, he has had nothing but guilt upon his mind and the only cure he could find for it, in his opinion, was mead.
But the downside was the hangover the next morning.
Which didn't seem to get better as someone was pounding their fist upon his door.
With another groan, he slowly got up from his chair he had been sleeping in all night long, adjusted his helmet before forcefully opening the door to none other than a worried looking Gobber.
"What do you want Gobber at this untimely hour?" he sighed as he noticed the sun was barely rising.
Gobber however didn't say a word, but handed him the note that was pinned on his door a few seconds ago.
Stoick took the letter as he tried to concentrate on the the runes that were on it.
To chief Stoick the vast
I bring you worrying news that must be brought to your attention.
Earlier the previous day I spotted outcasts ships heading towards your island and by the shear number of outcast that were coming, that they're here to invade.
Please take precaution, prepare for an attack.
Don't take this threat lightly.
A friend.
Stoick put the letter down as he looked at Gobber confusingly.
"Outcasts? Invading? At this time of year?" Stoick said before laughing which confused Gobber even more.
And more rightly so as he too got a note, but this one was signed by Hiccup himself telling him not to go into the woods today, for he had a plan.
Gobber was about to protest that he shouldn't take likely until Spitelout came running up the hill, shouting and waving his arms about to get their attention.
"Stoick! Gobber! We've got big trouble!" he yelled as he made his way towards them, stopping to catch his breath once he was in earshot of them.
Stoick and Gobber looked at each other before they gestured for him to carry on.
"Ships...approaching...Outcasts..." he explained, still trying to catch his breath as Stoick looked wide eyed before rushing down the hill followed by the other two as he started to bark out orders.
"Man the catapults! Ready the weapons! Get the women and children into the hall now!" everywhere he went, people, left, right and centre all replied with an 'aye' understanding what their chief instructed.
Gobber however was thinking about something else, something that was happening today.
He knew about it and so did Fishlegs but he wondered is Stoick remembered.
"Err Stoick" he said cautiously as the vast chief turn to look at him as he carried on "ya do know what today is don't ya"
Stoick looked at him like he just turned into a Zippleback and he put an overlarge hand upon the blacksmiths shoulder.
"Of course I do Gobber, how could I forget"
At this Gobber smiled as he saw hope in what he was trying to do.
"It's the day we win a victory against the outcast!"
And just like that, Gobbers whole plan came crashing down as he watched his chief running towards the great hall.
Gobber stood there for a second as he sighed sadly before saying out loud to no one in particular.
"I'm sorry, I tried, I'm so sorry" and with that he hobbled to the forge to prepare the weapons for battle.
Little did he know a lone figure heard the whole thing as he watched Stoick coldly.
'He forgot' Hiccup thought to himself as he left his hiding spot as he rushed into the forest.
He was upset.
He was forgotten by his own father.
And he was pissed off.
And what batter way to ease this anger then by taking it out on a bunch of idiots.
A short while later
On the other side of the island, the outcast army who were planning the ambush attack had landed upon the beach where Hiccup had seen them coming.
Each soldier wearing full chain mail and helmets armed with a sword each, looking thirsty for blood.
Their plan was to get to the edge of the village and once their leader, Alvin the treacherous, gave the signal, they would all come out of hiding and slaughter the surprised Berkians before they even knew it.
All they had to do was go through the forest and wait.
A plan simple enough.
But as they entered deep into the forest, they were unaware that they were being watched by forest green eyes.
And with their guard down as they trudged through the bushes and around trees, they didn't realize that they were being separated until it was too late.
SNAP!
The first outcast to fall landed his foot in a wolf trap, snapping it shut as the metal teeth dug straight through the flesh and bone as well as puncturing a main artery causing it to rapidly bleed out.
The outcast in question screamed out in pain, gathering the attention of the others who foolishly attempted to go back for them only to trip up and fall into a deep hole full of pointy sticks, stabbing right through his right leg and another through his left shoulder blade, but because of the armour he was wearing, it snapped the other stick upon impact however the landing itself wasn't soft as he laid there, unable to move on the count of his broken back.
At this point the leader of the army, Savage, knew there was something odd going on as he ordered his remaining men to keep their guard up.
Something Hiccup was planning on all along.
As the outcast were looking out for hunting traps and any holes in the ground, they failed to take into the count of the forest being on big trap for them, as a couple of them unfortunately found out.
They saw the trap on the floor and thought it would be clever to jump around it, unaware of the ants nest they stood in as they lost balance due to standing on the mound of dirt that was their home and fell on top of the whole nest as the whole colony of ants crawled onto the unfortunate pair as they started to bite them causing them to jump about until they accidentally fell into the hole together.
Pretty soon the large army was dwindling as they hit trap upon trap until there was a handful left.
Savage among them.
Now Hiccup knew by now that most of his trap had done its job, it was his turn to do the rest.
'Well lets see if my training pays off' he thought to himself as he jumped from the tree he was crouching in and into a nearby bush.
The outcast heard it and stayed in a defensive stance waiting to attack whatever was out there.
"You know you guys are so entertaining you know that!" came a loud voice from out of no where making the outcast looking around to find out where it came from.
"Who are ya coward! Show yourself!" Savage shouted as he gestured his men to get their crossbows out at the ready.
"Me?! I'm just a simple voice in the forest!" the voice replied as Savaged pointed to one of the bushes as the soldiers fired their arrows.
While their back was turned however, a small lone figure rushed out with a sword as he neared one of the outcasts, cutting him down before retreating while the others were unaware of what happened.
"Missed me!"
Savage, ignoring the soldier on the ground, ordered his men to reload and fire again at another bush with the same results as another one fell.
"Miss me, miss me not you gotta kiss me!" the voice teased as Savaged got mad and ordered the remaining men to go head on into the bushes to stab them.
But no one was in them.
Instead what they found was arrow come whizzing through the trees, hitting their limbs.
As one arrow fired right through one of the outcasts knees the voice started up again.
"And he used to be an adventurer like me, before he got an arrow in the knee" the voice chuckled.
Eventually all that was left was Savage, who took up a second sword as he shouted once more.
"Come on out you coward and face me one on one!"
As he finished however, he heard a thud from behind him, one to be confused at what he was seeing.
It was a boy, a scrawny one at that, not even a teen.
He had to laugh as he watched the boy standing there looking innocent.
"What?! You're joking right?! This little runt took out my men?!" he then looked around as he shouted again "can't face me in a fight so you sent this little runt ta meet my blade!" he laughed as he pointed his sword at the small boy "any last words kid?"
Hiccup however smirked as he drew out his sword and axe with both hands as he glared at Savage.
"Yes I do" his smile turned into a snarl before finishing off his sentence.
"Run!"
Meanwhile back in the village
The Berkians wait for the the boats to dock, only to be confused as to why there were only three boats and not the whole fleet.
Alvin was the first one to jump off the boat, sword not drawn out, confusing the villagers even more.
"Well well well, I wasn't expecting a welcome party like this, if I'd have know I would have worn me best helmet" Alvin said as the men behind him laughed.
Stoick however was not amused.
"What do you want Alvin, ya know ya banished from Berk, which means you can't step foot on here until I say so" he growled at Alvin whole didn't seemed phased by this as he shrugs it off.
"Yeah I know that, but what are enemies without a little invasion once in a while"
Stoick now looked confused as he spotted a hundred men at least.
"Well unless I'm going crazy but I'm sure an invasion should consists of more than a hundred men"
At this Alvin simple nodded as he had to agree.
"Ya right again old friend..." he gave the Berkians an evil grin as he shouted from the top of his lungs "now!"
The villagers were confused as to what was going on, were they being ambushed, if so then where?
However after a couple of minutes, nothing happened, now it was Alvin's turn to look confused as he shouted again.
"Now!"
The villagers and outcast looked around now as still nothing happened.
Alvin now was angry, his this is not what he planned, he decided to give it a third go as he shouted again.
"I said no..." but he was cut off by loud screams as several injured outcast came limping out of the forest as fast as they could followed by a frantic Savage who was holding his bleeding arm.
Now everyone was confused as the injured outcast limped through the crowd and onto their boats.
Savage however ran toward Alvin, panting hysterically, sweat, blood and dirt covered his face his arm clearly bleeding and broken, but Alvin didn't care, he grabbed his second in command by the scruff of his tunic pulling him closer towards his face.
"What happened to the plan?!" he shouted as Savaged flinched and, with a shaky hand pointed towards the forest where a lone figure was slowly walking out of the forest, axe and sword at his sides, with a smirk upon his face.
Although Alvin was shocked the villager were ever more so as they recognized whole this lone person was.
"H-hiccup?" Stoick stuttered as he stared at his son followed by the others.
Hiccup however stood there, not daring to move another inch as he stared at the outcast chief and smirked.
"Well well well Alvin the treacherous, so nice of you to pop over to Berk on a beautiful day like this. You must have known it was my birthday" Hiccup said casually as the villager gasp, but none more than Stoic the vast, who stood there completely stunned.
He forgot his only child's birthday.
"But I really don't need Idiots as a birthday present Al, as you can see I already have some already" and with that walked back into the forest leaving all of them shocked.
Alvin however was the first to come out of it as he face palmed himself before sighing.
"Alright men, back on the boats" he groaned as his men followed their orders just as Stoick came out of his trance.
"What? That's it? No fighting? No conflict? Just that's it?" he said as Alvin turned and merely shrugged.
"What can I say? My plan was thwarted and by your little runt too!" he turned to head to his boat as he said one last bit before jumping on "Ya want conflict Stoick the vast, take it up with ya son!" and with that started to bark orders for them to sail back to outcast island.
Meanwhile Stoick and the others were still stunned.
There was no bloodshed on their side and theirs took heavy damage without them knowing.
And from what was shown, by Hiccup nonetheless.
Stoick wanted to find out how he did it, how his son survived all those months and how he managed to take on a whole army of full grown men so easily.
And with that he was off to follow where Hiccup had gone, ignoring the protest from Gobber.
Hiccup meanwhile walked slowly through the forest.
He was tired both physically and mentally.
All he wanted to do was sleep so he could get back to his daily work the next morning.
Unfortunately the Gods decided to tease the young boy once again.
"Hiccup!"
He tried to ignore it and carried on walking, however the sound only grew louder until he had no choice but to stop.
"Hiccup..." Stoick said as he finally caught up with his son who still had his back to him.
"What do you want?" he said coldly not wanting to see his fathers face.
Stoick never heard his son speak like that before, but he still wanted to know how he did it.
"I just wanted to say..." he paused as he looked at his sons back before Hiccup decided to speak up.
"Go on"
"...I just wanted to say how you managed to take on a whole army of outcasts by yourself?"
Hiccups shoulders slumped, he was hoping his father would have said sorry for forgetting the day of his birth, but not this.
"Is that all you have to say?" he turned his head sharply to glare at the vast chief who was taken aback by this as Hiccup started to get angry.
"How you managed to take on a whole army of outcasts?! Really?! Even after I said it in front of the whole village and the outcasts you still haven't caught on what today is!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, tears in his eyes as Stoick stood there in shock.
"No 'I'm sorry Hiccup for forget your birthday' am I that easily forgotten to the village?! To you?! For Thors sake! It's bad enough I was banished for something that I didn't do! But to be forgotten by my own father?!" Hiccup started to breathe heavily as Stoick looked on in horror.
Was that his son was feeling right now, all because of that one decision.
"H-hiccup I..." he was about to say sorry but got cut off before he could.
"No! No more words! I'm done now! I understand where I stand" he bow his head as his shaggy hair covered his face.
"Son... I'm..."
"Good day Stoick..." Hiccup cut him off again as he turned around "...keep your village safe, as always" and with that started to run all the way back to the cove, screaming at the top of his lungs as it echoed throughout the forest.
Stoick however was on his knees as tears stained his red beard.
"I'm sorry Valka, I failed our son" he sobbed as he repeated the same words over and over again.
"I'm sorry"
oh Stoick you twit, fancy forgetting your sons birthday, ah well.
I wanted to add an extra note about the paint i described is a popular paint used in Sweden called falu rödfärg, it's been round since the 16th centery but seeing as this it Hiccup were talking about, his mind is way beyond his own time, so anythings possible. Anyway Hope you enjoyed this and stay tuned for more.