Stoick's feet collapsed beneath him. He held his sword for support, burying it down in front of him by his weight. He couldn't believe his son was kidnapped, again. It was Snoggletog. The yearly holiday for the Vikings where everyone would be happy, and be dancing or singing in the Great Hall. Now it was all just a huge disaster. The dragons had gone off to Thor knows where and the Outcasts had gotten his son to their ship and were sailing towards their island as the Berkians were silent for their Hero. For the one person who had brought peace between mankind and the dragons. They're only way of repaying him was to keep him safe from harm, and they had failed.

Astrid stepped out of the woods, supporting her friend's weight on her body. She walked forward in hope to find the chief, but what made her surprised was the sadness in the Berkians eyes. It worked, she said to herself with a smile growing on her lips. No one had seemed to notice them as they passed through town in hope to find Stoick. She stopped for a few seconds, looking at her friend who had his arms in a weird angle since the chains were tight around his wrists and neck and needed something hard to cut through it. She could see on the right side of his eyebrow he had a red mark that was a little swollen up, but she shrugged it off for now.

There were a few Vikings close to the path from the woods they had just appeared from, but they hadn't noticed them. She walked up to them, gently tapping one of the men's shoulders. The man turned around with his head low, but when his eyes met hers and the injured person on her right side, his eyes widen in shock.

"Have you seen the chief?" She asked, hoping for an answer. The man stood there speechless, but soon pointed in the direction through the crowd. She nodded thankfully and walked away from them. The man she had talked to, whispered to the ones beside him to tell the news while pointing to the two teens.

The rumors moved through the crowd from Viking to Viking, making almost everyone turn their attention to the teens. As Astrid came towards the crowd, everyone stared at her but moved away to make room. One could've thought it was some kind of wedding, where the bride was making her way towards her soon-to-be-husband by walking slowly and elegant down the aisle with her father escorting her towards him and the audience would be standing up from their chairs to show respect for the bride, either having their mouths wide open in jealousy or surprise to see someone that beautiful. But this time, all the reasons for staring at her, or you could say them, was different.

The last row of people moved away from the oath they were making for the two of them, and she could already see her chief. Her chief whom was on his knees, begging for a miracle that his son would come back to him. Also lightly sobbing in disappointment in himself for having trusted someone as Mildew to help the village. If he only had a clearer mind at the moment he made the decision, none of this would've happened. Or at least, that was what he thought.

There was a hand tapping Stoick's shoulder. He took a deep breath, thinking it was one of the villagers asking of what to do, and stood up shakenly.

Astrid straightened up, pulling her friend up a little as she felt his hand loosen around her shoulder. She watched as the chief in front of her stood up, hearing the little sigh escape her chief's lips. She kneeled down a little, allowing her friend's hand to go away from her shoulder and back down to his sides. Stoick's eyes were closed for a few seconds as he turned around to face them, and she could've sworn she saw a tear escape his eye. Then they finally opened, looking down at the two of them.

"Hiccup?" His voice cracked, eyes widening in surprise.

"H-Hey, dad," Hiccup stuttered, giving him a small smile. Stoick knelt down, pulling him in for a bone crushing hug. Hiccup tried to hug back but was incapable of doing so because of the chains only tightening around his throat.

"Ho…How?" Stoick asked in disbelief, letting another tear fall as he buried his head in the crook of Hiccup's neck.

"You're going to have to ask Astrid about that," Hiccup chuckled, feeling his father pull away from. Stoick looked over at Astrid who was standing there with a smile on her face, happy that she had brought the two together again and accomplished her own task.

"I brought him to a cave where my parents used to take me during the raids…"

Astrid could hear Alvin cry out in pain but didn't look back to see if he was still chasing her. Instead she ran and ran, getting more and more exhausted as she tried to get to the place she was determined to find. She kept running and getting more familiar by every step she took. Rounding a corner, she found the cave she used to stay in with her parents whenever they needed to hide from the dragons. That was, of course, when they were still alive. Hurriedly, she untied the rope around the sack and carefully opened it to see Hiccup knocked out. She gently carried him out of the sack and placed him gently against the wall. Looking around, she found the spot where her parents used to hide some supplies like woods and stones to keep the warm whenever the raids kept going for hours. She opened the empty sack and filled it with some logs and a few stones, and then tied the sack again and stood up to run out. Before she ran out, she looked back to Hiccup but could barely see him due to the darkness.

"I'll be back for you," She whispered and ran away.

"When I bumped into Alvin, he grabbed the sack, thinking it was Hiccup but actually it was just some wood and rocks. I watched him run away and followed him towards the village, but then you came and I hid behind a tree hoping everything would go as planned. When I saw Alvin make his way to the docks I meant to tell you then but I figured you wouldn't believe me so I got Hiccup and now he's here," Astrid explained, looking a little away in shame.

"So you're responsible for tricking us?" Stoick asked shockingly but with a hint of anger in his eyes. Astrid looked up at him, feeling fear build inside her.

"I-I-m sorry sir, I didn't th-think it would work if you kne-," Stoick cut her off with his own laughter. Astrid looked up at him nervously and confused. Out of nowhere, he pulled her in for a hug.

"I can't believe it. Thank you, Astrid, for saving my son. For saving our holiday," He said gently, patting her back a few times before he pulled away and rose to speak to his people. Hiccup walked a little closer to her, nudging her gently to get his attention.

"Don't worry, he does that pretty often to me as well," They both chuckled and turned their attention to his father.

"Everyone! This year, I'm happy to announce two days in a row of celebration in the Great Hall! Today we will celebrate for Astrid Hofferson's rescue for my son! And tomorrow will be our annual holiday, Snoggletog. Everyone to the Great Hall! Let's get the party started," Stoick announced and everyone roared in cheers of the announcement. Looks like this Snoggletog would turn out better than they had expected after all.