"Painful message. PAINFUL MESSAGE!" Snotlout yelled, running into the academy with a green and orange terrible terror biting his forearm. It had already been two weeks since they last heard of Hiccup, personally. They sent a terrible terror to him and waited for so long until it finally came back. Astrid practically squealed out loud, running over to him and pulled the terror of his arm with no mercy. Snotlout screamed in pain, holding his 'injured' arm.

"No love for the guy who came with the letter?!" Snotlout shouted, receiving a death glare from both Astrid and Fishlegs. Astrid held the terrible terror up as Fishlegs untied the note and opened it.

Hey gang,

So... I'm not really the letter guy, but I just wanted to know what was going on back in Berk. It's gotten a bit boring over here with training each day and lessons after wards but I'll manage. I was wondering how Gobber and my father was doing? Mind asking for me? As you know, my father and I didn't really have a great talk the day before I had to leave, I'm just worried.

Yours Sincerely,

H.H.H III

"We should show this to the chief," Fishlegs said, looking at Astrid.

"Show what?" Tuffnut asked, looking at his sister. Astrid groaned, pushing him down to the ground. "Aaahh, THAT. Nah, I don't know what you're talking about," He stood up, but seconds later tackled back down by his sister.

"We're talking about the letter, dumbass," Snotlout said, mounting Hookfang and took off to the Great Hall with the others.

The last two weeks had been uneventful; nothing had really happened on Berk other than the academy training wild dragons and got rid of a whispering death. Other than that, it had been quiet. No attacks or threats from Alvin since they last saw him or heard his voice that could easily be compared with a yak in its period of voice change.

They landed outside the great hall and left their dragons outside before they walked in to look for the chief. As expected, they found him by the huge fire pit, drinking some mead with his buddies. Looks like he was in a good mood. The teens walked over to him, earning the attention of the brawny Vikings. Stoick looked down at them questioningly, placing his mead down on the table.

"This came for us," Astrid paused, giving the letter to him. "But mostly for you," Stoick took the letter, and turned around, laying it down on the table as he read it. I'm just worried, Stoick muttered the last three words of the letter. He sighed, thinking of a decision. He missed his son pretty much too, even if they had argued the last time. Somehow, he knew Hiccup would eventually forgive him, but he hadn't expected him to already become worried. Sure, Hiccup hadn't told him he missed him, yet, but the three last words said it without the particular words. That he missed him. Stoick turned around, giving the letter for Gobber to read, since he was a part of it too.

"I guess we'll all be writing a letter. You teens go on. I need some time to think," The chief said, grabbing his mead and sat on the table. The teens nodded and took the letter once Gobber finished reading it, and left the Great Hall. Stoick sighed, looking down at the floor. He was disappointed in himself for not being there to say goodbye or for harming his son again. He thought he had managed to control his anger, but he was wrong. He needed someone to teach him.

"Don't ya worry old friend. Hiccup has forgiven you, we both know that," Gobber assured him, patting his shoulder.

"How can you be so sure? I…," He trailed off.

"Because I know Hiccup. He's not the person to hold a grudge against someone. Especially not family," Gobber took a zip of his mead, waiting for a response from his friend.

"I…hurt him, Gobber. Again. I wasted our last goodbye and now I won't be able to see him for three straight years," Stoick paused. He took a deep breath and turned to his friend seriously. "I need you to tell me more about Hiccup. The last few years… I've been too…you know."

"Ignorant?" Gobber asked, noticing he had troubled with letting the word out. Stoick nodded sadly. "Don't worry, I'll teach you whatever you need to know," Gobber began walking away. "Let's start with the forge,"

"As you can see, our little Hiccup is quite the genius," Gobber chuckled, looking at the wall of sketches he had left behind. Stoick was in awe. Many times had he seen the sketches but he had always thought Gobber made most of them. Especially those they used in the war.

"Your right about that," Stoick said, not once taking his eyes off the wall. Gobber leaned against the table and sighed.

"There are a lot of things you need to know about him," Gobber started. Stoick looked at him before leaning against the other side of the room by the wall.

"Tell me, and don't leave anything behind," Gobber nodded.

"I know, all of those years before the peace between Viking and dragon came, you thought Hiccup was weak and scrawny. Incapable of doing anything with a weapon, even a dagger," Stoick nodded sadly, "But, that's not true," Stoick looked at him confused. "He's pretty handy with anything that needs concentration and calm nerves for. Like a bow," Stoick chuckled.

"Kind of figured that out. After all, he did shoot down a Night Fury."

"Yeah. Anyways, when it comes to remembering things, Hiccup is the best for all I know," Stoick swallowed hard. "But he's also a person to forgive easily, as I've mentioned. If anyone were to do something or say something bad to him, he could easily forgive them. Just like he did with you and the other teens," Stoick stood up straight with a serious face.

"What do you mean 'the other teens'," This time, it was Gobber's turn to swallow hard.

"They…well…they sort of…used to… beat him," He looked at Stoick who had his eyes wide.

"They did?" Gobber nodded, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

"Mostly the twins and Snotlout. Astrid and Fishlegs would just watch or sometimes give him some bad words to think of. How did you else think he got the title Hiccup the useless?" Stoick sighed, leaning back against the wall.

"How come I never notice?" He whispered, but loud enough for Gobber to hear.

"Hiccup begged me not to tell you. He said it would only make him more of a disappointment than he already was. As you can see, there's a lot you don't know about him and a lot you need to know," Stoick nodded and continued listening.

Astrid and her friends sat in a ring with the letter in the center. Everyone stared at it in hope to get inspiration. Astrid already knew what she wanted to tell him, since she had so much she wanted to talk about. Now she just tried to help them out.

"Why don't you guys write about…uhm…," Astrid trailed off.

"Exactly, you don't know either," Snotlout complained, falling to the ground in frustration.

"You could write about your daily basis! Like, Snotlout, you could write about your chief training and Fishlegs, you could write about new dragons and new facts!" Fishlegs squealed with joy, grabbing the piece of paper by his feet and the charcoal beside it, writing down everything he knew about the dragons they had newly encountered and learned about.

"What about us?" The twins asked in unison.

"Stop saying what I'm saying, NOW!" Tuffnut shouted, tackling her sister to the ground.

"You're the one copying me!" Ruffnut yelled back, taking the advantage of him and punched him. Astrid groaned, grabbing her piece of paper and charcoal and started writing. They would roll them together once everyone had written what they wanted.

A few hours passed and everyone was finally finished with their part of the letter. Most of the time they had to either wait or help the twins with their spelling errors and not to mention the inspiration. Eventually, they decided to mention every time they hurt one another or blew up something in the village.

Fishlegs took the letters and rolled them together, tying it around his terrible terror and got ready to send it away.

"Wait! Shouldn't we bring the chief's letter too?" Astrid stopped him.

"I forgot. Let's find him," They mounted their dragons and flew out of the academy in search for their chief. There were noises coming from the forge, not pounding or burning noises. But voices. Astrid landed with the others at the same time the chief and his right handed Viking left the forge.

"Chief! We're ready to send the letter to Hiccup. We just came by to get yours," Astrid said, pointing to the terrible terror. Stoick mentally facepalmed. He had forgotten all about the letter. "You go ahead. I'll send mine later," Stoick said, watching as the terrible terror was let free. The truth was that he didn't plan on sending it. At least not yet.