Days became weeks and weeks became months, but still Berk's hero hadn't woken up. Many villagers were getting concerned about him, even his father. It seems that ever since his son disappeared in the fire he had softened. He had somehow managed to break the angry wall and replace it with softness and love. Sure, he hadn't really been able to show love for anyone the past month, but if his son would wake up, he would probably become one of the softest chief's in Berk's history, that is until Hiccup takes the position. You heard right. Stoick had made a decision with the elders while their warrior was asleep, if he would ever be able to take the responsibility of being chief. They agreed after seeing him fighting the so called Red Death.

Rumors spread around the world about the dragon trainer, but someone referred to him as the dragon conqueror or dragon slayer, and by someone that is the hostile Islands. In the meeting they would also come up to a point of the safety of their dragon trainer. None of them would want Hiccup to go through what he had a month back in time, even if they didn't know surely what had happened, and that made their minds open. Some Vikings suggested keeping Hiccup from flying long distances, but Stoick refused, saying he needed his freedom too. Even after ignoring him for all those years, he somehow noticed how stubborn he could be, and all that was from his father's side.

Alvin had not been forgotten, and if he ever decided to show up on the shores of Berk he would get consequences. Consequences that no Berkian's would ever wish for. They didn't really talk about it much, neither did they get much information about it too, but by the looks of their chief under the newly held meeting, it didn't look friendly at all.

Gobber had spent a whole month working on the new saddle and tailfin for Toothless, trying to understand Hiccup's notes in his notebook. Turns out he had the notebook all along, from the beginning of the very first battle to the end of the last. They had bought him a new one and the teens of the village were working on it with a little help of Stoick. Stoick walked inside the forge too see Gobber looking at the blood stained papers, trying to make out his apprentice's notes.

"How's it going, Gobber?" He asked, looking over his friends shoulder. It sent shivers down his spine every time he had to look at the notes that were stained, and it hurt too much sometimes. Especially to look at them in the same room his son was sleeping peacefully in.

"Bad. This lad's got some seriously advanced techniques and notes which I can't understand properly. A whole month and still nothing but a leg," Gobber muttered, massaging his temple in hope to release his stress. They both sighted heavily, looking down at the papers, but only to be interrupted by a faint voice.

"Excuse me, sir?" Astrid asked, walking closer with two notebooks in her hands. She stopped walking closer as the two men turned around to look at her.

"Need any help?" Stoick asked politely. Astrid shook her head and continued.

"We were asking for permission to look over Hiccup and Toothless while we work on his notebook and see if there was something in his room that would help us finishing it," She explained, looking quite nervous for the answer she would get. All she really wanted was to look over Hiccup in hope that he may wake up from his deep slumber. She wanted to see those emerald green eyes she had not seen in a month. Some part of her was falling for him, but how could she? She knew nothing about him, except for the newly happened events and some parts of Toothless, but nothing else. That remained a mystery as long as the boy lay motionless in bed, not being able to communicate.

"You have my permission, would you mind feeding them for us?" He asked, knowing the answer to it already. Astrid would never disobey her chief and they both knew it.

"Of course," She replied before storming off with the rest of the teens to the Haddocks house.

When they arrived, they were greeted by a tired looking dragon and a sleeping boy. Not the best welcoming, but they couldn't ask for better. Toothless had stayed by Hiccup's side every possible minute he could. He even had to be dragged away from the boy so the healers would get a chance to look at Hiccup. It left some scratch marks on the wooden planks beneath their feet, but he really couldn't care less. Sometimes, when Stoick came in, he would growl, trying to sound threatening after all he had seen from the man. And worst of all, what he had done to his best friend. Toothless wasn't the type to forgive others just like that. It needed time, just like Hiccup needed time to recover.

"Here boy," Astrid called out, carrying a basket of fish as she approached him. She tried to get her attention from Hiccup and to the fish. It was actually the only thing that could move him away from the bed. Sometimes the healers would try to lure him away from the bed with fishes, but they soon found out it only helped when he was hungry. They also discovered he could get grumpy if someone decided to starve him just to have an advantage of getting closer to the boy.

Toothless ate the fish happily, enjoying the Icelandic cod along with some salmon. It was his favorite, well any kind really, except for the eels. He kept an eye on the Vikings, eating the fish in a protective manner in front of his rider. He was afraid that something would make them hurt him, even if they fed him fish, he didn't really trust them like the other Vikings on Berk. He treated them all like the same, expect for Gobber whom he had noticed was the man Hiccup had described to be his 'real' father to him. Toothless didn't fully understand it, but he sounded nice and let him have a taste of his softer side. Everyone else was on the other one.

The teens moved their way over to the wooden table, Toothless eyeing every step they took. As they got further away from him, he relaxed. There were only two chairs, one to fit three of the Viking teens in and a smaller one that was supposedly Hiccup's. Astrid and Fishlegs went upstairs to look after something that may help them copy the notebook into the newest one.

"I don't like the way he's eyeballing me," Tuffnut whispered, never leaving eye contact with the over-protective Night Fury. They had nothing to do but try and figure out what was written in the blood soaked book, but them being the twins and Snotlout, everyone knew that wouldn't end very well.

"Don't worry, it's not just you," Snotlout assured him, looking at the dragon with a frightened expression. Tuffnut was about to reply, but an angry voice from upstairs prevented him from doing so.

"Knock it off down there!" Astrid yelled, covering her mouth as soon as she realized how loud she had spoken. The last thing she would want to do was wake Hiccup and gets yelled at by the Chief. She knows he needs the rest and if he were to wake up now, he would still be in a lot of pain. His rib bones hadn't been properly healed as Hiccup sometimes would turn in bed and leaving a little gasp of pain escape his lips. Only a few weeks ago, maybe two, they had to break some of them to prevent them from hurting his lungs and other organs inside. Gothi made sure he was fed some medicine that made his body go limp. That way he wouldn't have to feel the pain unless he somehow woke up a few days later after the event. Stoick was furious that his son's ribs weren't healing properly and would sometimes blame the healers for letting it happen. But Gobber managed to get his temper down and he apologized for his actions.

"He's a good artist, I'll give him that," Fishlegs said, looking at the inventions on paper hanging around the room. He had to admit that he would never be able to compare his work with Hiccup's. The boy was practically everything, and all along he hadn't been able to show it.

"Yeah," Astrid replied, pushing her bangs out of her face as they constantly fell back in place. They kept looking at the papers. She thought about maybe cleaning it, but she wouldn't want to remove things she didn't know if he needed. By that she decided to help him once he woke up, or if he ever woke up. A crash from downstairs snapped the two Vikings out of their thoughts, and they both went to the staircase.

Astrid looked down in shock as there were food all over the place along with some chairs fallen and baskets spread across the room. She looked at the twins as they hid behind the fire, trying to not be seen. "What do you think you're doing?!" She whisper yelled, smacking them as she stood beside them. They just shrugged and walked back to their position.

"Great! Now we're in big trouble," Fishlegs said, taking a a mop out of the kitchen. They began cleaning up the place, and just in time they finished before being greeted by an exhausted chief. All of them stood in a row, acting as if nothing happened. Stoick gave them a curious look, but shrugged it off as he walked over to them.

"Could you five take care of the dragons? Keep them from stealing food," Stoick asked, getting a few nods in return. Tuffnut was about to complain, but Astrid hit his shoulder making him stop. They went out, leaving the chief alone to watch over Hiccup. Just then Astrid remembered she was supposed to feed Hiccup too and ran back in.

"Excuse me sir? The twins had an accident and we had to make new dinner for Hiccup, but then you came. So Hiccup hasn't been fed yet," She explained, giving the twins a look as she explained it. Stoick nodded in understanding and went to go make some food for his son. Astrid turned around, shutting the door behind her and said, "Okay gang, time to make some changes around here," Astrid said, looking over Berk from the Chief's doorsteps. It was a terrible mess. Food spread all over the town square and dragons eating it while being threatened by a wooden object in the hands of angry Vikings shouting things like,

"This is outrages!"

"Pesky Dragons!"

"Get back here!"

The teens groaned at the sight of destruction. Just by thinking of their new task their shoulders fell limp, groaning even louder. Astrid mounted her dragon, which she had called Stormfly, as the others did the same. They split up to take care of things faster by using their memories of when Hiccup taught them how to train their dragons.

Astrid went to a deadly Nadder trying to get a little girls stuffed lamb. Dismounting Stormfly, she ran between the dragon and the screaming girl, trying to get the dragons focus on her. When she had, she slowly took out her hand, saying calm words to the Nadder. The Nadder leaned in. She put her other hand on the Nadders chin, scratching it as she spoke, "Now don't steal anything more without asking," Then the Nadder flew away to Odin knows where.

Snotlout got the responsibility over the nightmares since he had more control over them. Well, not exactly control, but enough acknowledge than any other Viking. A nightmare set itself on fire, trying to look threatening to the Vikings so they would let go of their fish. Snotlout dismounted Hookfang, his nightmare, and ran over to the wild one. Without thinking twice, he jumped on the burning dragon's neck and it stopped to look at him.

"Hey there. Would you excuse me for a second I've got to- auch, auch, auch," He yelled, running to the nearest bathtub. "Ahhh, much better."

Fishlegs went to the west side of the village to take care of the Gronckles along with his, named Meatlug. They landed next to a Gronckle eating Fish. Meatlug roared at the purple Gronckle as Fishlegs grabbed a fish from the ground. The Gronckle sniffed the air, looking over at the fish in Fishlegs' hands. As the Gronckle approached him he held out the fish for him to eat it. After taking the fish happily Fishlegs was allowed to pet him. "Now stop stealing fish," With that the Gronckle flew off and Fishlegs went off to go help the twins.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut dismounted their Zippleback that Ruff had named hers Barf and Tuffnut was still in the thinking box. There was a Zippleback in the village, burning everything in sight. "Should we do something?" Ruffnut asked, not once taking her eyes off the destruction.

"It's so beautiful," Tuffnut sniffed as a tear escaped his eye.

"Are you crying?"

"D-Don't judge me!" Tuffnut yelled back at her with a dramatic tone. Just a few minutes later a familiar Gronckle landed next to them and off came a husky figure.

"What are you doing?" Fishlegs groaned, standing in front of them while blocking their view. Meatlug went over to the Zippleback, trying to calm the dragon down as the teens forgot about the destruction for a few seconds.

"Hey! You're blocking our view!" Tuffnut snapped at him, trying to see over the husky boy. Fishlegs groaned and went over to help his dragon. He took his hands up in hope to calm the dragon down as the twins just kept watching the action. Somehow, both Fishlegs and Meatlug, managed to calm the dragon down and send it away. The twins whined in disappointment. "Aww, why would you do that?"

"Yeah! You took all the fun out of our job!" Ruffnut groaned, earning a confused face-looking Tuffnut.

"We had a job to do?" He asked confused. Fishlegs ignored them and waited for the other's to meet up with them. A few minutes later a blue and yellow Nadder landed next to a red nightmare. The two riders stayed on their dragons as they went over to the three of them.

"What happened here?" Astrid asked, gesturing to the destroyed houses and wooden objects. Fishlegs pointed to the twins as they stared blankly at them. "Well it's better than sitting on a burning nightmare," She laughed, looking over at Snotlout who was examining his burned lower part. "Let's go, we've got to tell Stoick we're finished," With that they all flew off to the Haddock's house hold.

Landing outside the house, they told their dragons to wait outside for them. Astrid went up to the large wooden door and knocked at it. A few seconds later a very tired looking Stoick opened the door. "Uhm sir? We're done with the dragons now. Thought you may want to know," Astrid explained, receiving a weak smile from the old man.

"Thank you. Could you watch over Hiccup for a while? I need to get some rest," He said, letting out a yawn. Astrid couldn't say no to her chief.

"Of course," She answered. She gestured for her friends to follow her in as Stoick stepped away from the door. They spread across the room, sitting in different spots and positions. Astrid sat down next to Hiccup and Toothless, holding her left hand with Hiccup's and her free hand, stroking Toothless's head.

"Good night," Stoick said, smiling at the sight of Astrid being so close to Hiccup. Well, so he thought.

"Good night, sir," She called out along with the other teens. Just as Stoick was about to close his door to his bedroom, something unbelievable happened. Taking one last glimpse at Hiccup, he noticed a sudden movement and a little moan escaping the boy's lips.

Stoick's eyes widened as he looked directly at the teens eyes, who was just as shocked as him, and back to Hiccup's small body. Another movement was seen as the teens walked closer to the sleeping boy, and then finally, after all this time, the most beautiful forest green eyes was shown once again.