The minutes were slowly passing by as Hiccup flew over to his house and entered it by the front door.

"Hey dad," Hiccup said, greeting the man who stood with his back towards him. He patted Toothless's head before the two separated, leaving the night fury up in his room. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

Stoick didn't answer at first, making Hiccup even more nervous and making him keep the thought that he was indeed in trouble. Hiccup awkwardly stood there, tapping his prosthetic leg on the wood beneath his feet until his father finally turned around. But nothing like Hiccup had expected, was shown on his face.

Stoick had a smile stretched across his dry lips, teeth glistening by the fire in the center of the room. Both arms were stretched forward, holding firmly on the edges of a piece of leather: gold, in an oval shape, carved in the middle with a dragon on it. It was a copy of his own…belt.

"This is the reason," Stoick said, smiling even wider as he walked over to Hiccup. Hiccup could see by then that the belt was small, enough to cover up half of his father's wrist.

If it was a belt then why would he-

"A belt?" Hiccup found himself asking, cutting himself off from his own thoughts. His father nodded eagerly. "What's it for? I mean it wouldn't fit you because-

Hiccup froze.

"Because…?" Stoick asked, his smile fading into an unamused frown. Hiccup looked down at his foot, going back to tapping his prosthetic against the wood and scratching the back of his neck nervously. Stoick sighed, knowing he would get anything out of the boy he gave up. "Try it on," Stoick said, giving it to Hiccup with a warm smile.

"Uh…," Hiccup said, removing his armor before trying to take it on.

"Here," Stoick said, gently taking the belt from Hiccup's small hands and walking behind him.

Hiccup held his hands up to his sides as his father took his hand, holding the belt, beneath his left arm and gently reaching out for it around him with his left, free, hand. Stoick took the two pieces and connected them, tying them around his son's waistline before taking a step back.

Hiccup turned around to his father, keeping his arms up to let himself inspect the new clothing. He swayed his hips, turned sharply with his spine to look on both front and back side of the belt.

"That's not all," Stoick said, his smile feeling warmer yet sadder. Hiccup looked at him puzzled, letting his gaze follow his father's movements towards the chest once again. Stoick bent down, picking up a bundle of fur. He walked over to the table. "Here," He said, stepping to the side to let Hiccup get a look.

"What is it?" Hiccup asked, looking at his father.

"You won't know unless you open it," Stoick said, the sad tone still in both his face and voice. Hiccup rolled his eyes, taking the fur with a gentle touch, in case it was valuable or easily broken. Slowly, he unwrapped the fur, revealing a stuffed toy.

Hiccups studied the stuffed toy carefully, letting his finger across the soft, stained of water, fabric. It was a dragon. Four spikes on its head in a shade of dark yellow and a nose with the form of a ball carrying the same color. Two buttons, and an almost realistic eyeball in the center, was colored in brown while the rest was either blue or yellow.

Hiccup turned the stuffed dragon in his hands, letting him study its side. Small wings were above a sewed in name and tail by the first capital letter while two legs were beneath it. It was his name sewed in runes.

"I remember this," Hiccup whispered, giving the dragon a stroke on its head. Stoick smiled.

"Aye, you should," Stoick said, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "Your mother made that for you when you were just a baby," A heavy sigh escaped his lips at the thought of his wife. Hiccup turned to his father.

"Don't worry dad," He said seriously. "If mom's out there, I will get her back, starting tomorrow," Stoick laughed, ruffling Hiccup's hair playfully.

"If she is, I'm sure she will come back to us," Hiccup smiled, looking back at the dragon.

"But… how did you find it?"

"Someone reported they had discovered a Berkian chest on our shore and gave it to me," Hiccup nodded. "Now come on, we should get going," Stoick said, removing his hand from his shoulder and walking away to get his helmet.

"Alright," Hiccup said, running up to his room. Toothless smiled to greet his rider, walking over to him in curiosity of what he held in his small hands. He sniffed it and cooed, looking up at him. "Yes Toothless, it's a dragon," Hiccup chuckled. "My mother made it for me," He said on the verge of tears. Toothless cooed, giving him a lick on his cheek. Hiccup laughed. He walked over to his bed, one knee supporting him on the wood and the other keeping him up on the floor. Gently, he placed the dragon in the carved wood by the headboard.

Hiccup took a step back and took a last glance before his father called for him. "I'm coming!" He yelled back, running down the stairs with Toothless.

Stoick closed the door behind his son and his dragon, setting foot towards the Great Hall.

"What's with the belt?" Hiccup asked, looking down and taking a hold of the edge to find it still a bit to grow into.

"Its tradition, Hiccup," Stoick began. "Everyone who signs a peace treaty needs to wear the belt,"

"The outcast's too? Just with their own belt?" Stoick shook his head.

"As far as I know this is only a tradition here on Berk."

"How did you know this was my size?"

"It used to be your mothers, since back then it was normal that the wife of the chief wore it as well. And since you have the same size as her I thought maybe it would work," Stoick laughed, walking up the last steps to the huge door. Before he opened the door he turned to his son. "Remember, be polite and serious," Hiccup rolled his eyes.

"I know, I know," Hiccup said, opening the door for them both and walking in. The two were greeted by tables set to the side, leaving only the table surrounding the fire pit in the center of the room. There sat Savage with four of his men by his left side. On his right, there were two empty seats. Hiccup instructed silently by his father, sat down beside Savage and Stoick beside him.

"Traditionally the ceremony of signing a peace treaty begins with a tour around Berk and a feast in the Great Hall," Stoick said. "But since you've accompanied us for these past few weeks we will pass that, for this time," Stoick nodded thankfully to his friend and stood up. "After the peace between Vikings and humans, we have decided to never use dragon blood again," Toothless nudged Hiccup's right leg with a coo.

"I know bud, I'm glad that's finally over," Hiccup said with a small chuckle, earning another coo and nudge from his friend.

"Instead we'll be using," Hoark walked over to Savage, setting down a vase of black liquid and a pencil. "Squid ink," Savage took the pencil and dipped it in the ink before brushing off a little paint on the edge to only leave behind a few streaks of ink, but enough to write short with. In front of him lay the peace treaty he had read while waiting.

"Do you, Savage, the new leader of the outcasts, promise to be our allies at all times, to never pair up against us, to never harm any dragon that belong to Berk, to never break the treaty and to stand by our side as friends and not foes?" Hiccup asked, having remembered strictly what his father and told him to say. Savage looked to his left. His men nodded. He turned to Hiccup and nodded himself before he started writing his name.

Once signed with his full name, Savage put the pencil back in the vase and it was received by Hoark who handed it over to Hiccup. Along with the peace treaty.

"Do you, Hiccup Haddock, promise to be our allies at all times, to never pair up against us, to never harm my men, to never break the treaty and to stand by our side as friends and not foes?" Savage asked, looking at him deadly serious, or to Hiccup, business serious (If that was even a word).

Hiccup took the squid ink closer to him, wiped the pencil on its edge to prevent it from dripping, and signed his name beneath Savage's.

The two men stood up, followed by the ones surrounding them and the guards straightening up, and shook hands. The peace treaty between the blood thirsty savages, as Alvin would refer to them as, and the Berkians was finally settled. "Thank you, for forming an alliance with us, Savage," Hiccup thanked the outcast with a warm smile. Savage returned it.

"You're more than welcome after everything in the past," Savage said, both removing their hands from each other.

"The past is in the past now, and for once, it finally looks bright for us both," Stoick placed a hand on Hiccup's shoulder proudly. "And I think now, it's finally time for you to get your freedom back," Hiccup frowned.

"Did I really do that bad?" Hiccup asked, his frown deepening. The two men chuckled. "Okay don't answer that," Hiccup said quickly, really not wanting their thoughts on it. He turned to his father who let his shoulder limply down by his side. "Does this mean you'll let me free from being chief?" "No, you still have to fix the ships on our docks, help the children get enough warm clothes and supplies, keep the dragons from breaking stuff-

"Really?" Hiccup groaned, cutting his father off.

"I'm just joking around Hiccup," Stoick said with a laugh. "Yes, you're no longer the chief of Berk," Hiccup grinned widely, looking at Toothless who bounced around happily. He was out of ear shot to hear his father mutter, "For now."