3 years later
"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third," Hiccup walked forward, kneeling down on one knee with his head down to show the chieftess some respect and his right hand in a fist against his chest. Camicazi stood behind him, a few steps back, smiling like an idiot. Hiccup tried his best not to laugh at her childishness since he could hear the giggles coming from her.
"For the last three years, you've brought peace between the Bog-Burglars and the dragons, helped us train them, helped us bond with them. For that, we are grateful. If the Berkians would need assistance at any time, we are there for you, as your allies," Bertha unsheathed her sword, placing it by his left shoulder.
"May the Gods in Asgard be with you on your journey as a leader, and as a Viking," The sword moved over his head and rested on his right shoulder. You are now graduated with honor and knowledge, from your chief training," Hiccup stood up once the sword was back in its place, looking up at the chieftess and bowed.
"Thank you," He whispered gratefully, and walked back to stand next to Camicazi.
"Let us honor our future chiefs of the Bog-Burglars and the hairy hooligan tribe," The crowd around them cheered in applause, yelling the younger ones names. The two smiled at each other, fist bumping once before bowing to the crowd.
"We made it," Camicazi said, proud of not only herself but also Hiccup. He doubted he would pull through after the first session, but a while later, he managed to hold on.
"Yeah," Hiccup breathed out, smiling like an idiot.
"Party will be held in the Great Hall!" The chieftess announced to the cheering crowd. Hiccup sighed at the announcement. It was then he knew he would be allowed to go back home. One would have been excited after so many years, staying away from Berk, but not Hiccup. No. He was nervous and scared of what his fellow Berkians would say, but mostly his father. He hadn't heard from his friends in two years and it had been three years since his father even talked to him. As he had expected, his father didn't send any letters. Which made Hiccup nervous of meeting him again, considering them having argued last time they saw each other.
With his friends not sending him letters, made him curious. He had waited excitedly for the next letter, but it never came. He sent his terrible terror back to Berk, but it never came back. Neither did Fishlegs' terror come. If it was possible, he would've sent a terrible terror until they wrote back, but since he didn't have any other terror from Berk; he was unable to do so.
The burglars were making their way towards their Great Hall where the party would be held. Camicazi followed for a few seconds before her mother came over to her. Toothless nuzzled his rider, showing off his gums. Hiccup chuckled, scratching his best friend's chin.
Camicazi came over to them, her happiness faded somewhere in the distance and all that was left was the sadness. She pulled him in for a tight, friendly hug.
"I guess this is it," She sniffled, pulling away with her hands resting on his shoulders.
"I guess it is," Hiccup sighed, giving her a sad smile.
"Come on, I'll help you with your stuff," She said, pulling him towards their house. Camicazi didn't want him to feel all alone in a house by himself, even though he had a dragon, so she managed to convince him to stay with her to keep both of them with company.
They reached their house a few minutes later, after having pulled Hiccup most of the way from their training ring where the announcement was held. Toothless waited outside, playing with her dragon, Starlight. A white, but mostly yellow, nadder. The two had gotten close as friends and played each day to entertain themselves while their riders were training all day long.
Hiccup and Camicazi walked upstairs to their bedroom with two empty baskets. They turned Hiccup's side of the room upside down, pulling everything over to the baskets so they could sort them out. Hiccup kneeled down by one basket, placing some layers of clothes before filling it with some of his notebooks and then another layer of clothes.
"So…," Hiccup began.
"So… Are you ready to meet your father again?" Camicazi asked. Hiccup had told her about his life back on Berk and how his father finally had accepted him again, only to argue once more. She practically knew everything by now.
"I….I don't know," He sighed. "What if he doesn't accept me? What if he picks Snotlout as chief instead?" Camicazi kneeled down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder as he let out a shaky breath.
"He will accept you, and from what you've told me about Snotlout, he won't be dreaming to even make him acting chief for five minutes," Hiccup chuckled, smiling.
"I guess you're right," He put his boot in his basket, closing it, and starting on the next with half of the other stuff. His expression changed back to his sad one once he thought about his friends.
"What's wrong?" Camicazi asked.
"It's nothing," Hiccup said, giving her a smile but she didn't believe him. "Fine… I'm just thinking about my friends back on Berk. They haven't replied to my letter in two years. Two years. What if they forgot about me? What if-
"Hiccup! Stop with those 'what if' okay? They're your friends. They would never, and I'm saying never, forget about you," She almost shouted. Hiccup nodded with a sigh and continued packing his stuff until he was finally done. They walked downstairs to find Camicazi's mother, standing there with a basket.
"There you two are," Bertha said, opening the basket.
"Hey mom," Camicazi greeted her before noticing the basket. "What's this?" She asked, examining the basket closely.
"I found these old capes and some clothing that I thought Hiccup's friends may like," Hiccup walked over, looking at the fur in the chieftess' hand. He gasped in awe, tracing his fingers across the fur.
"It's beautiful," He gasped.
"I thought Astrid may like them since they no longer fit me. Take them as a gift from us to them," She said proudly.
"Thank you. I'm sure they would love them," Hiccup said, accepting the gift as he closed the basket. He took on his safety gear, leather gloves that had small iron bits in the palm to keep it hard. He invented the gloves incase Alvin would ever decide to use the whip again by blocking the hit with the gloves. They were also pretty handy when it came to flying Toothless. The saddle was easier to hang onto whenever they reached high speed. He made sure his safety gear was on before taking on his black cloak. It had fur on the inside to keep him warm whenever he needed it, and a hood with fur on its edges that could come in handy some time later, though he preferred to leave it be.
Camicazi helped him with his baskets outside and waited for Toothless to come. When he finally did, he let his rider strap two of the baskets on each side of the saddles and left one on the ground until they had both said their goodbyes.
"Thank you so much for the entire training chief. I appreciate it," Hiccup said to the chieftess.
"You're welcome Hiccup. I should be thanking you for stopping our war in only a few hours," The three of them chuckled.
"Well, the world is better when it's peace," The chief nodded with a smile.
"I'll visit you in a few years," Camicazi said, pulling him in for a hug.
"I'm looking forward to it already," Hiccup smiled, wrapping his strong arms around her. Did I forget to mention Hiccup's new style? Thought so.
Hiccup's not the same person he was three years ago. Sure he's still the sarcastic, one-legged dork as everyone knew him for, but his appearance changed for the better as some would say. Hiccup would mostly say his hair and height was the only thing that changed over the past few years, but the people of the Bog-burglar tribe said more. After constantly training day and night, he had gained muscles everywhere, but he wasn't the brawny type, and who knew? Maybe he would never be. While most of the Viking's were brawny, Hiccup was brainy, and that was an advantage for one who grows up to become a leader even though he already was. Now, the 19 year old Viking was taller than before, his hair longer, a perfectly unshaved stubble showing on his chin and up his jaw line, and his muscled body.
Toothless came back a few minutes later with Starlight and sat down by his rider.
"I'll visit when I can," Hiccup said. He was never the type of person who knew how to say goodbye. Instead, he hugged them, thanked them and flew towards the Island of Berk. Also known to be his home.