All the teens were staring at Hiccup, waiting for him to speak up. Hiccup ran his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down, and the other hand resting on Toothless's head, scratching it softly. "Say it already!" Snotlout groaned, waving his hands in the air like crazy. Hiccup groaned at his impatient behavior. He took a deep breath.

"Snotlout and I are going into chief training," Hiccup blurted out.

"WHAT?!" They shouted in unison.

"Oh yeah! I'm getting in for…what did you call it again?" Hiccup facepalmed himself.

"Chief training," Snotlout clapped his hand, dancing around excitedly. Hiccup frowned, looking down at his feet. Unsure of his feelings. At least now he understood why Spitelout didn't want to tell him on Snoggletog.

"That's great!" Astrid exclaimed happily. Hiccup looked up at her with sad eyes. "What's wrong?" Astrid asked, noticing his expression. Hiccup sighed.

"It's not really that great," Hiccup muttered, but loud enough for them to hear.

"What do you mean? I mean, chief training? What an honor!" Fishlegs squealed excitedly.

"I know, I know. It's just…," He trailed off, unsure of how he would say it. "It's not the same when you have to learn on another…Island," Their eyes went wide. Snotlout came over to him, looking mad.

"What are you talking about?" Snotlout almost shouted.

"Dad told me I would be sent to another Island for training. You on the other hand, will stay on Berk and train with our fathers and Gobber," Hiccup let out a deep breath he didn't even know he held.

"How long will you…be away?" Astrid asked shyly, walking closer to him.

"Three…years," Astrid gasped, looking directly into his eyes. She couldn't see anything but pain and sadness. Before anyone could say anything, she wrapped her arms around him tightly. "And that's not the worst part," Astrid pulled away and looked at him. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Why?!" Astrid asked angrily. Hiccup looked at her confused. "Why can't you stay here on Berk like Snotlout?" Hiccup sighed. He knew he would have to explain everything to them, but he really hoped he wouldn't. That they would just let it got by the little explanation. But knowing Astrid, she would interrogate until she had her answers. No matter what.

"Since I'm the heir of Berk, I will be sent away to the Bog-Burglars Tribe and get trained by their chief Bertha along with her daughter Camicazi who will also be training with me. My father said the heir was always sent away to that tribe or another, depending on the relationships between the chiefs, and if the heir had any siblings close to his age, that person would be staying on Berk for learning instead. Since I'm going to be the future chief, I have to learn how to defend myself and the whole population of Berk. Snotlout will be thought on Berk because our combat skills are weaker than the Burglars. Dad said it's because the future chief should always be able to protect himself from enemies, whether they were family or not. Therefore I will learn from them, since they have more knowledge," Snotlout whined at the explanation.

"That's not fair, at all," Hiccup sighed.

"But," He paused, taking a deep breath. "When I come back, I will be able to show what I have learned to whomever I want. It's my decision whether I trust that person or not. Basically, I may learn you later in time," Snotlout cheered, grabbing Hiccup by his shoulder and shook him rapidly, making him a bit dizzy.

"You have to teach me, please, please, please," Snotlout…begged? Astrid groaned at his childishness, pushing him off of Hiccup.

"Did you not hear him? It's his decision. Maybe if you were nice for once, he may actually teach you," Astrid said, placing her hand gently on Hiccups shoulder and her free hand on her hip. Hiccup managed to show a small smile, but thought of something else. He looked at Fishlegs who looked like he would burst into tears any second now.

"Fishlegs?" He looked up at him curiously, silently asking him to continue. "Is there any dragon that could carry small amount of weight from an Island to another? Like a distance between Berk and the Bog-Burglars tribe?" Fishlegs thought hard.

"Terrible terrors maybe. Terrors are especially territorial. So it's a natural instinct for them to return to their home from wherever they get released," Fishlegs explained, pausing for a few seconds to think if he forgot something. Eventually he gave up and looked at Hiccup curiously. "Why?"

"If I'm staying away for a while, it would be nice to have some updates on Berk once in a while," Hiccup explained, smirking ever so slightly.

"I think I know where you're going with this," Fishlegs said before running off to Thor knows where.

"I'll see you guys later. Got to go pack my stuff," Hiccup gave them a sad smile before he jumped on Toothless's back and whispered for him to fly back to the village.

"I'm really going to miss him when he leaves," Astrid muttered to herself, walking slowly over to Stormfly and left the academy. She took a few laps around the Island, deciding whether or not she should go to Hiccup's house and talk to him, but about what exactly? She wanted so badly to tell him how much she would miss him, but that would only reveal her soft spot. Though, she did have a soft spot for the one-legged guy. Her decision was made and she ordered her dragon towards the Haddock's house.

"Hiccup? Are you home?" She called out, walking into his house after knocking several times without anyone answering. There was a thump upstairs, giving the top of the stairs her attention.

"I'm in my room!" A voice called out from the top of the stairs. She walked upstairs to see two baskets on a bed, making her mood sadder than it already was. She looked over at Hiccup who stood by his desk, removing all his sketches and putting them gently in a notebook of his. Toothless took the box of charcoal he received on Snoggletog, laying it on top of the notebook in the basket. Hiccup patted his head, closing the basket and thanked him before looking over at her. "Hey," He said, starting a conversation.

"Hey," She said awkwardly. The last day they would spend together and she couldn't even find a word to say.

"So…did you need something?" Hiccup asked, walking over to his closet and opened the cabinet, pulling out a pair of clothes. He laid them on the bed, looking at Astrid for an answer, but she just stood there. Keeping her eyes locked on the baskets. Hiccup didn't know what to do but approach her slowly. When they stood face to face, Astrid pulled him in for a tight hug.

"Do you have to go?" She asked. Hiccup sighed, brushing her hand down her back calmly. "I'm afraid so," Hiccup pulled away, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Could you…take over the academy while I'm gone? Along with Fishlegs? It wouldn't be good for you or your dragon if you stopped training together for three years straight," Astrid nodded. "I'll see if I can send you some tasks to do and different things that I may learn while I'm gone," Astrid looked at him confused.

"How? Aren't the Bog-Burglars still in war with the dragons? How would you learn more if they were to harm the dragons?" She asked curiously.

"I forgot to mention that," He said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "My dad also said that in exchange for my lessons, I would have to help them with their dragon problems. Including training the wild dragons," Astrid nodded in understanding, but another question popped in her head.

"Does that mean, Toothless will be coming with you?" Hiccup nodded.

"My father wouldn't be able to get me on chief training if he was to stay in Berk. Besides, I need something that makes me feel like home while I'm staying there. It would really be fair if my dragon stayed behind while I trained dragons for other people for the next three years," Astrid chuckled, nodding.

"You got that right," She said, laughing a little with a smile. Hiccup went over to the bed, folding his cloths before putting it in his basket. He left room for his fur vest since he would be using the coat he got from his grandfather on the trip. It would keep him warmer than the fur vest.

There was a squeak and a tiny roar, coming from somewhere close to their presence. They turned to look at Toothless who gave them his sarcastic look as if saying do-you-really-think-that-was-me? Suddenly, a tiny terrible terror flew through the window of his room. The terror was mostly orange but had a faint color of white on its chin along with the purple color on its wings, horns and eyelids. It flew in circles around the room as if in a trance. Hiccup climbed up in his bed, gently pulling the terror in his hands. He stepped back down, sitting down on the edge of his bed along with Astrid and Toothless curiously sniffing the tiny dragon.

"What's that?" Astrid asked, pointing to something attached to his leg. Hiccup placed the terror in his lap, untying the rope around its leg and unfolded the paper attached to it.

Dear Hiccup,

Meet us at the academy,

Yours Sincerely,

Fishlegs Ingerman

Astrid looked at him confused. They had only been away for half an hour. She could only imagine the trouble she would come to. Hiccup stood up, letting the terror climb onto his arm and placed the letter in his belt.

"We should see what they're up to," Hiccup said urgently, walking towards the stair with Toothless.

"Yeah, we should," Astrid said, sprinting down the stairs after them.

"What in Thor's name?" Hiccup said with a frown, landing close to the academy as he scratched the terrible terror's chin. It purred in delight, lightly flapping its wings without flying an inch up in the air. There were Vikings crowded around the ring, yelling different things that they couldn't understand a word off.

"Thank Thor you're here. I'm glad the air mail worked," A panting Fishlegs said relieved, letting the terrible terror sit on his forearm.

"Air mail?" Astrid asked confused.

"Yup, Air mail. Instead of sending messages by ships we can now do it through the air with the air mail," Fishlegs squealed, scratching the little dragon's chin.

"Fishlegs? What's going on here?" Hiccup asked, gesturing to the crowd of angry looking Vikings.

"Oh, right! You're father wanted you to meet him in the ring. They're deciding what to do with Mildew, but he wanted to hear what you had to say first since you were the…main victim of it all," Fishlegs explained. Hiccup nodded and walked over to the gate with Toothless trailing behind. The gate of the academy was already open and he could see his father and Gobber waiting for him in the center with Mildew in chains. Hiccup walked slowly towards them, looking around at the Vikings who stared at the two walking in. All this came back as a memory for him.

Hiccup placed his helmet on his head with a deep breath as the gates opened. He barely noticed the pat on his back he received from Gobber due to the nervousness of what he was about to prove to the stubborn Vikings. But worst of all, his father. His hands were at his sides, relaxing for the moment until everything would happen. Until the destiny of Berk may change forever. Either way he ended up with, it would chance anyway. It was either prove them that dragons meant no harm or die in the process. But it was definitely something he was ready for. He was ready for both, surviving or dying.

There was Vikings crowded around the ring, some climbing in on the steel bars that distinction them from the killing ring itself. The center of it where everything would happen. His heart was beating faster in his chest, feeling his hands become moisten at his nervousness. He took deep breaths but nothing seemed to calm himself. Many times had he had all the attention from the village, but this time, it wasn't for the same reasons.

This time, the Vikings looked at him in awe. Cheering on him for becoming one of them instead of looking at him in disappointment after a dragon raid where he was the problem to most of the damage. The pride he should have felt wasn't there. No one else but the gang, as he preferred to call them, knew that he cheated his way up to the top. His father, Gobber. They didn't know. All they knew was that he had his ways with the beasts and made his way to the top by that ability. It was all just a lie.

The gate behind him shut with a creaking sound and he knew there was no escaping now. He had made his decision. If he would've told his feelings and thought at that exact moment, the listeners would have believed differently on what he actually meant. At first, he thought he had made his decision, on whether proving the village that dragons meant no harm, but thinking clearer on the topic, he actually made it the day before. The day when the gang discovered the forbidden friendship between Viking and Dragon. He could have just run away when the teenagers ran out of the cove, but he didn't. He didn't run away because he thought he would be able to change their minds about dragons. And if he could change theirs, he was positive he could change the rest of the village.

His father's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "You're here," Stoick said, giving him a soft smile before he turned to the crowd around them. "We have gathered here today to make a decision for Mildew the Cantankerous, future. Mildew was once a part of Berk's population, but not anymore. Now, he's a traitor. He cooperated with Alvin the Treacherous, trying to get Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third, Berk's Hero, back into the claws of the Outcasts. As all of you know, doing any harm or be a possible threat to the heir of Berk, makes great consequences such as banishment and execution. Our decision has been made," Stoick explained, looking deep into the ugly old Viking's soul. "That he will be executed for his actions," Hiccup's eyes widened as he stared at his father in shock. Vikings gasped at the announcement. Not in many years, had they executed Vikings. Especially not from the same tribe.

"Dad? You can't be serious?!" Hiccup shouted in disbelief. All the attention was brought to him. His father looked at him in shock. He wasn't sure if he had heard him right. Was he defending that scum bag? "Dad, if you execute him…we won't be looked at any better than the Outcasts themselves," Hiccup yelled.

"Are you defending him?" Stoick asked. Hiccup was sure his father's eyes would fall out of his head in any second. Stoick approached Hiccup, making him back away in fear. He knew where this may lead to since he had experienced it so many times earlier in his life.

"W-what?! N-no! But execution isn't the answer!" Hiccup shouted, gesturing to the old man.

"Don't you remember what he did to you? He betrayed you, he betrayed Berk!" Stoick shouted back, stopping as he noticed Hiccup only backed away for each step he walked closer.

"I know! It's just, if you execute him, it will be on my hands!" Hiccup shouted at him, also stopped walking.

"What do you mean?" Stoick asked confused, his voice calm.

"If he's executed, it's because of me. I was the victim of it all, but that doesn't give me or anyone else the right to execute someone's life."

"HE WAS GOIN TO TAKE YOU BACK TO ALVIN! Have you forgotten what he did to you back on Outcast Island?!" His father shouted, but he wished he brought it back. He knew that bringing back the memories of his days as a slave for Alvin, was painful enough as it was to know a man was determined to get him for himself.

"OF COURSE NOT! How could I ever forget it?! But killing is not the answer dad! It's never the answer. Killing is what men like Alvin do. He kills without reason. He takes prisoners for Thor knows what reasons. He tortures to get the answers he wants. I of all people know what kind of man he is. And I'm sure you want to be a better man than Alvin. A better chief. But killing a man for being a part of a plan that didn't even work out as they planned, just makes you as dark as him," Stoick was speechless. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say. His son had a point, but the thought of what could have happened to him IF the plan worked, was heartbreaking. He sighed heavily.

"I don't care. It's in the Berkian's law, and even if it wasn't, I wouldn't want him to escape so easily from his actions," Stoick nodded to Sven who stood ready with his sword. Gobber pushed Mildew down on his knees and held him there. "Any last words, Mildew?" Stoick spat, hating the name that escaped his lips.

"I have many words," Mildew smirked, turning to Hiccup who was watching in anger, mostly anger towards his father. He couldn't believe him. He couldn't believe he would ignore his wishes to spare the old man's life. His father didn't understand that the death of Mildew the Cantankerous would haunt him and that his blood would be on his hands. His father simply didn't care. He did, after all, say so himself. "Alvin is going to get his hands on you, and when he does. It won't be pretty. Always know, I'll be watching over you, haunting your dreams and laugh at you getting tortured by my master," Stoick nodded to Sven who stepped closer to him.

"What did you say?" Hiccup asked shocked. He looked at Sven who raised the sword high above his head, ready to strike. But something wasn't right. "STOP!" Hiccup shouted, stopping Sven from striking. He looked at the chief confused, lowering his sword.

"What are you doing?!" Stoick shouted, reaching out for Hiccup's arm to pull him away, but he dodged him and grabbed Mildew's jaw, squeezing it tight. Hiccup narrowed his eyes, looking deep into Mildew very own.

"Something's not right," Hiccup muttered in disbelief, looking away from Mildew for a few seconds before he let go of the old man. "Someone bring in Gothi!" Hiccup yelled, searching for her in the crowd. He waited for what seemed like hours, and the gate finally opened, revealing Gothi. She walked over to the boy, giving him a questioning look. "I need you to check him. Something's wrong with him," Hiccup said, stepping away from the man to give her some room. She nodded and gave him her staff. She held Mildew by his jaw, and examined his eyes closely.

"What's going on?" Gobber asked confused, stepping towards Gothi to get a better look, but Hiccup stopped him. A few minutes passed, and Gothi let go of Mildew's jaw, sending him moaning to the ground of the uncomfortableness. She turned around with wide eyes. A Viking came in with a sack of sand, spreading it out on the floor. Gothi began writing in it, and Gobber translated it.

"She says he's been… possessed by Alvin," The crowd gasped, staring in shock at the old man who smirked evilly.

"How did you know?" Stoick asked Hiccup, shocked.

"Mildew wouldn't have called someone master," He said, glaring daggers at his father. "Gothi, can you do something about the possession?" Gothi nodded and wrote in the sand.

"She says she will try. Bring him to her hut and she will start looking at him," Gobber translated. Stoick nodded.

"Meeting dismissed," Stoick announced and watch his people get back to the village on either dragon or by foot. Hiccup turned towards the gates to go anywhere away from his father. He needed time to think. He needed time alone where it would only be him and Toothless. By the gate, he saw his friends going into the academy towards him. "And where do you think you're going, young man?" Stoick said, turning towards his son. Hiccup felt anger build its way up to his head, wanting to take control of his body and mind.

"Anywhere away from you," Hiccup spat, walking towards the gates angrily. A strong hand gripped his shoulder, harshly turning him towards his father.

"Don't give me that tone," Stoick warned, gripping Hiccup's wrist hard so he couldn't escape. Toothless growled, defensively, snarling at Stoick.

"Why not?" Hiccup yelled. "I thought you had changed. I thought you were better than Alvin. But now I realize how similar you two are,"

"I'm nothing like Alvin," Stoick growled.

"Oh, you're not? Then why wouldn't you listen to me? Why wouldn't you listen to your own son, practically begging you to spare someone's life because he couldn't stand the thought that the man's blood would be on his hands?"

"It wouldn't be on your hands, it would have been on his own."

"You don't understand, and you may never really understand. That's just because you're blind. You can't see that your own son pleaded you to spare him because he simply couldn't handle the thought of Mildew haunting his dreams. You just don't care, do you?"

"I do care. I just don't care about that man!" Stoick growled louder.

"Exactly! Isn't a chief supposed to care for people?"

"Not when that person is a traitor."

"But you don't know that! He's possessed by Alvin."

"That doesn't mean he's not working for him," Hiccup groaned in frustration. His father didn't understand his point and he was done trying to explain it for him.

"Argh! Forget it! You don't understand anything. I don't know why I'm even trying to explain this to you. Hell, I don't even know why I forgave you for what you did in the past. It was all a mistake, everything. You haven't changed one bit. You're still the same monster you were before the battle of the Red death," Stoick gripped Hiccup's wrist harder, making him yelp in pain. "D-dad..! You're hurting me!" Hiccup shouted in panic, feeling his knees give out beneath him as he was sure his father would break his wrist. His knees hit the ground hard, his free hand trying to pull his father away from him.

Gobber ran over to Stoick, pulling him away along with Sven. Astrid and Fishlegs ran over to Hiccup, supporting his body. Hiccup stared up at his father in shock. His father was still a monster.

"I'm glad I won't be seeing you for a while. I could use some time without you," Hiccup said before jumping on Toothless and flew away from them all.