Gobber thought it may be a good idea to talk to Stoick in the morning so he called it the night. The next morning, instead of walking to the forge to work, he went to Stoick's house, knocking on the door. The door opened to reveal a worried looking Stoick. "Where is he?!" He yelled at his friend, putting his helmet in his hands as he walked back and forth, forming some kind of circle.

"You need to calm down. Sit," Gobber began as the two men went over to sit by the fire pit. Stoick looked at his friend expectantly. "He's with Gothi," He said calmly, watching his friends expression soften, but changed to confusion.

"Why?" Was his simple come-back. He couldn't place his tongue to why he was there and not here, he's always been checked up down in his own house. "Did something happen?"

"In fact, yes. The other teens found him in the woods with his dragon, but came running in to me with him unconscious in his hands," Gobber explained, looking away from Stoick's curious eyes and eyed the fire in front of them. Stoick stood up, making his way to the door. "Where are you going?" Gobber asked.

"To see my son," Stoick took the handle of the door and opened it, only to find Gobber pushing it back, closing the door again. "What are you doing?!"

"You can't go see Hiccup."

"Why?"

"Gothi believe that whatever conversation you two had, made Hiccup stress too much for his body to handle. She said you weren't allowed to see him until he fully recovered from his injuries," Gobber explained once again, standing to block the door. Stoick thought back for a few more seconds as the conversation popped back in his head. He facepalmed at the thought of the awkward and understandable conversation between the two of them. Suddenly he felt guilt rush over him as he settled back in his chair, face in his hands.

"What have I done, Gobber? I'm a terrible father…," He said, letting a few tears roll down his cheek. When he was younger, he made a promise to himself that he would never become his father who was stubborn and often treated him the same as he did with Hiccup. He promised himself he would never become the monster his father once was, but turned out, you can't escape something you were born into, unless you had something to help you out of it.

Gobber put a comforting hand on his friends shoulder, sighing at the sight of his friend's broken heart. He knew about the promise, and just like his father had, he tried to calm his friend down to help him out. His father was Stoick's father's best friend, just like the both of them. "You could start over, begin in three days," Stoick eyed his one handed friend curious, but at the same time confused.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, hoping for an answer that would lighten up his mood.

"Hiccup's birthday is in three days, and the teens wanted to make it up for him by holding a little celebration with the rest of the village for him," Stoick's face lightened up as he thought about the opportunities to make everything right with his bond between father and son, but held a little depressed side of it as well by the thought of him forgetting his son's birthday. There were so many times he had just ignored it, and soon it turned out to be forgotten.

"I'll try, but there's still one thing we have to prepare him for. Do you think you could teach him how to use his prosthetic leg? He still needs to go through what me and every chief have been before," Gobber understood and nodded slightly, thinking back to the meeting a few weeks ago. "I'll get him back on his feet before you know it. Don't you worry, but let him breathe for a few more minutes before you tell him."

"I know, but we have to tell him. I'll say it to him when the time is right," With that, Gobber left to go and have a look at his apprentice.

"Argh," Hiccup groaned, massaging his temple. He had a terrible headache and difficulties with remembering what had happened. As if on cue, Gobber walked in with some food and water on a wooden plate. The smell of newly made scrambled eggs made Hiccup's stomach scream for food. Gobber chuckled at his little apprentice 'greeting', setting the plate next to Hiccup's bed.

"How's our little hero doing?" Gobber asked, giving him a warm smile as he helped him sit up straight.

"My head is pounding. W-what happened?" He asked, looking at Gobber with a questioning look. He let his hand fall into his lap, waiting for any possible reply.

"From what I heard you ran away from home with Toothless. The teens found you and you said something about them yelling and then you fainted. They brought you back to me and we went here, to Gothi, to get her to check you. She said you had stressed too much for your body to handle and that you have to stay here for at least two more days, then you're free to go," Gobber said happily, giving him the plate of food.

Hiccup thought back and everything came back to his mind. The first thing he thought of was the conversation between him and his father. His face saddened at how they had both yelled at each other. The last thing he wanted was to argue with his dad, even if he knew it would come back to him some day. It always does. Something caught Hiccup's attention, something he hadn't even thought about since he woke up. "Gobber?" He asked, earning a questioning look from the old Viking. "H-How long was I out?"

Gobber looked at him with a confused face, thinking of whether telling him about last night or if he meant before that. "It happened yesterday, so a-," Gobber was cut off by Hiccup.

"No, no, no, before that," He watched as Gobber sighed heavy, before meeting his eyes once again.

"A month and a few days," Hiccup's eyes widened in shock. Then how did he still feel so much pain? Shouldn't it have healed by now? He let those thoughts stay behind for another day before he asked an important question.

"How did I survive?" Gobber's eyes widened at the question, thinking hard on what to tell the boy. He couldn't tell him he died, could he? The best was not to lie; it never ended good that way.

"We don't know. Stoick carried you back to our boats; your lifeless body looking like an animal had attacked you. You were dead, Hiccup," He explained sadly, looking away from the boy a few seconds, thinking back to the time he saw his friend carry his apprentice's lifeless body, cradling in his hands. A tear threatened to fall, but he wouldn't let it. Vikings don't cry. It's a way of showing weakness. He looked back to an unexpected expression on the boy's face. He would've guessed it would be mixed with sadness and shock, but it was rather a blending with understanding and remembering. He looked up with a confused look, wanting to ask him what was wrong, but let it be.

"I know," Hiccup responded after a few seconds of silence, earning a confused glare from the old man. "I know that I died. I know most of it," He explained sadly, thinking back to his memories and back to the moment he could finally remember how it was to feel good. How it felt to be healed instead of broken.

"What do you mean?" The question popped out of his mouth, getting curious at the boy.

"When I… died…I know I went to Valhalla, because I met someone there," He sighed, looking down at the food.

"You met your mother, didn't you?" Gobber asked, looking away sadly, shifting position. Unknown to what a surprising answer he would get.

"No," Hiccup said, "I met Ruthus," Hiccup wanted to say more, but thought better of it. What would happen if he told him about what he was told? It would spread, and his father would go mad, thinking his son was crazy. He looked up at Gobber as he stood up.

"Get some rest. I will check on you later," Gobber began walking out, but turned around as Hiccup spoke.

"Thank you," Hiccup said, giving him a warm smile, watching the old man leave him alone to rest.