The black haired man hoisted the Berkian chief up the fallen statues remains; their grips firm on each other's forearm. With a silent and serious nod towards one another, both let go and Eret and his men continued to help the villagers in need of assistance up the mass of rocks.

Stoick wobbled slightly as he struggled to keep himself balanced on the way down to the ground. With his eyes fixed on his feet, focused on stepping right (because the last they would need was a chief with a broken ankle), he let himself carefully down on the flat and even ground.

Once set, he tore his gaze away from his feet and instantly looked up. His grey green eyes widened as an unbelievable scene unfolded in front of his very own eyes.

Sand, mixed with rocks, moved in circles around the two spirits as their powers grew more intense and fought for the over power. Black, fear filled eyes were met by bright blue ones as Hiccup smashed his palm against Drago's forehead, curled his fingers into the dreadlocks of black hair, and lifted him up.

Hiccup's grip tightened, his fingers digging into Bludvist's scalp. In attempt to free himself, and get back to fighting, Drago grabbed Hiccup's wrist and held it tightly. Hiccup didn't flinch nor yelp in surprise and pain. His mind was set on something else than feelings and reactions from his body; something that had broken his control over the unlimited power he was given. He was set on illuminating the threat on this land, and only that.

The energy, the way everything was smoothly, yet in a way violently, of it, wasn't what struck Stoick as frightened, bewildered and amazed. No, it was the two different outlines behind both Hiccup and Drago's spirits. He hadn't noticed them before, but now that different objects surrounded the two, spinning faster and faster in circles, he could see its form. Rather their form.

The forms were like a focused eye: one thing clear while everything else a pure blur. For Stoick, he was surprised he could even see them with his old sight. He guessed it was, that he hadn't seen it before, because he couldn't catch any sign of movement from them, but with a second glance over at his son, he couldn't find any in his either. Hiccup's body was as still as a stone; the form mirroring him from behind.

Although Stoick couldn't see the true identity behind the figures, they looked humane enough to him, but as he couldn't find any better explanation, he pushed that behind in hope for it to not be another problem to stop their chances of victory.

Lightning erupted from Hiccup's palm and an ear piercing scream broke free from Drago's lips as it shot through his body like a lightning bolt. It held him captive in a net as well as the loss of his ability to move. A monotonic laugh escaped Hiccup's lips, seeming to be mixed with his own and another much darker one, at the sight of his helpless state.

The forms behind both of them became clearer as the final moment occurred, and everything seemed to go in slow motion as Stoick watched. A bright red rope fluttered with the wind, a hammer - with beautiful carvings, held high over the orange, long haired and bearded man as he got ready to strike at the figure behind Drago; a man with blonde hair fluttering by the wind along with the green cape.

Behind the helmet, Thor's eyes never left Loki's as he had leaped up in the air, lifted his hammer over his head and pointed at his half-brother. Loki carried a grin across his lips, unlike his puppet, as he sat on his knees ready for his doom.

Hiccup's eyes grew wider and a grin formed in satisfaction, and even with no pupils Drago could have sworn that deep inside, he could see the murderer hidden behind Hiccups flesh. His true killer. And that was the last he ever saw as the lightning power had broken through him and into his own power core.

Bright blue light mixed with black smoke flashed on every object and being in the area, heating the air up like the fire season. The ice slowly melted, but not completely as the light retracted back to the source and exploded. Blue flakes of Hiccup's power erupted into the air from the two gods and rose from their backs as they slowly disappeared from earth, leaving behind the air to be filled with beautiful colors reflected by the sun beams.

A sigh escaped Hiccup's lips, the blue light faded from his eyes that was staring at his feet where Drago's soul was dragged down to. He dropped his staff, lifted his head and turned around.

Vikings were evacuating from the Great Hall where men helped the women and children out of the open hole before going back to helping the rest. Children gasped at the sight of Berk, excitement rising inside their childish souls as they immediately ran away from the men and jumped up to touch the beautiful colors falling from the skies.

Hiccup chuckled and looked back on the horizon as a voice called in his head.

Its time…

Hiccup sighed and grabbed his staff and Drago's old one. He held them both tightly and made his way to the cliff side, eyes set on the vast and beautiful ocean he once soared on dragon's back over. His steps went slowly before stopping at the edge and looking down. He took another glance around him one last time before lifting his foot of the cliff.

"Wait!" A voice shouted desperately from behind, panting and gasping for air. Hiccup took a step back and turned around. His eyes widened when they met a pair of red puffy ones. Astrid slowly walked over to him, violent tears - she didn't even bother to hide – streaming down her cheeks. "Do you…Do you have to leave?" Her eyes shone with hope.

Hiccup clenched his fists as if to try and keep the rest of his human side together. He looked away for a second before his mind forced his gaze back at her. Only then did he notice the villagers walking out from behind houses, children running closer to get a clear look at them both. From the corner of his eye, he could see the remains of Drago's warriors slowly walk up from the docks.

He dropped the staffs again when he knew they would be no threat for his people. "I have to," he choked out, a lump forming in his throat that he so desperately tried to get rid of. It hadn't been like this the first time a situation occurred, where he was the point of all attention. He didn't even bother the thought of him being a spirit, because last time, he was a living human being, creating peace between the Berkians and Outcasts, once ridded of their evil leader. "Strangely enough, the gods need me to fight against Ragnarok," he chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood as he saw the sadness in her eyes. "Crazy, I know, that the gods need a toothpick like me for a war like that."

Hiccup's lips formed a smile as a small laugh came out of her. Astrid's small smile soon disappeared as she shuffled with her hands nervously. She had so much she needed to tell, explain to him. But she didn't know how since normally, once Hiccup noticed her unusual behavior, he would hold her close and talk her through every problem on her list. Now, though, she knew that was impossible, considering they couldn't even touch without going through one another.

"Hiccup…," She merely whispered. Her hand slowly moved out of her other and wandered down her small bump. "I-I have to tell you something," Astrid looked up at him, wiping her eyes. But one thing came to her as a shock, as her eyes met the figure of her boyfriend. Hiccup was smiling, the same smile he would give her when they talked. It was a smile filled with pride he usually gave once she had let her inner warrior away for a moment, and the human side of her, that could show emotion for only special people in her life, come out of the dark.

"Shh," Hiccup hummed softly. "I know," he slowly took a step forward, followed by another, before he stood in front of her. He kneeled down and looked at her stomach, smiling from ear to ear. "Our beautiful, little child."

Astrid chuckled slightly, wiping her eyes. "How come you're not mad? I didn't tell you, and now it's too late," she hugged herself, looking at him sadly. "I should have told you sooner."

Hiccup shook his head, his smile never fading as he blew a small kiss at her stomach and stood up again. "Don't blame yourself," he shook his head again. "I know it must have been hard for you to tell me," Hiccup smiled. "Just promise me one thing alright?"

Astrid nodded, looking up at him sadly.

"Take care of our child," Hiccup chuckled, holding up one finger. "Stay healthy, or god knows when I'll come scold you for not," He holds up a second finger, causing Astrid to roll her eyes. She wiped her cheeks with her palms and laughed.

"I swear, Haddock, if you don't lower you overprotectiveness," She pointed a warningly finger at him. "You'll be expecting a good punch in a few years."

Hiccup laughed. "Make that at least fifty years, or you'll get in trouble," he winked, crossing his arms.

"Gosh, I wish I could punch you now," Astrid rubbed her head, shaking it with a laugh.

"Besides," Hiccup looked at her, causing her to roll her eyes as if saying, here we go again. "We both were too late to tell our secret for one another," He smiled, looking over at his mother who stood leaning against his father. They nodded at each other. "Except that mine will have to wait for another time."

"What? Wait for later? But Hiccup-

"No buts, milady," Hiccup shook his head. "I think it would be better this way," His eyes tore away from her as he spotted someone walking over to them.

Stoick gently put a hand on Astrid's shoulder, pulling her into his warm embrace. She smiled gratefully and laid her head against him as she looked at her boyfriend slightly calmer now as if he was still there with them, still alive. "Son…," Stoick sighed as he looked up at him with a small smile.

"Hey…dad," Hiccup scratched his arm awkwardly. "At least now you don't have to worry about me running this village." Stoick laughed, although he was kinda disappointed at the thought of the truth in his words. He wouldn't be able to watch his heir be the chief after him.

"I think you should be the one happy about it," He offered a smile. "Seeing as you always tried to get away from those lessons," Stoick chuckled and held both the girls by his side close. "I'll try to hide my anger with your luck around that subject."

Hiccup smiled at him. "I guess I was a lucky person," he shrugged. "I'm just glad I didn't drown myself in the luck I got and tried crazier-

"Crazier?" Astrid crossed her arms.

"Okay, fine, I always did something insane and crazy," Astrid nodded in agreement. "But at least it was for something good," He defended himself, blushing as everyone laughed at his awkwardness. He pouted slightly until he felt someone standing beside him. Hiccup slowly turned around. "Uh..?"

Gothi sighed annoyed, waving her staff in front of his face. Hiccup yelped and looked down at her. "Since when did you start moving so fast-uh…," Hiccup gulped at her expression. He shuffled around with his feet nervously, forgetting that she couldn't do anything to him.

Gobber limped up beside him, having the same old struggles to walk on his wooden leg that dragged after him each step. He stood beside Hiccup - as if he would have placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Are you ready for the funeral?" Gobber gave him a sad look and a sigh as their eyes met.

Hiccup sighed, running a hand through his hair. "How am I even supposed to answer that…," he looked down for a moment before nodding. He took a deep breath. "I'm ready."

A tight sensation came so suddenly in his chest he almost lost himself to lose his breath. His heart ached as he watched his parents walk through a cleared path between the crowds of villagers watching. His heart ached as Gobber made a move to pat his shoulder, but stopped his hand midair with a sigh and followed them. His heart ached as they started handing out bows and arrows to the capable ones.

But his heart ached the most when they returned, and he was sure he had fresh tears falling from his eyes as he watched his parents stand on either side of the board, Gobber behind his father and Eret behind his mother, with bowed head.

They set the board down on the ground, Stoick's thick furry coat draped over his body to give respect for his deceased son. Everyone took a step aside, and let the elder have room.

Gothi gently lifted the covers away from Hiccup's body, to reveal his pale and unmoving form. Many had to look away and shield their children from the sight. Gothi looked around before walking over to a pile of ashes. She dipped her thumb into it and rubbed it into her thumb as if to test the remains of the burnt material; soft and damp.

She walked over to his body again and raised her hands in the air, closing her eyes before saying a silent prayer. Everyone followed in her lead and closed their eyes, giving their last farewell and prayer for their fallen hero.

"May the Valkyries welcome you- well, welcomed you," Gobber coughed awkwardly at the glares, earning a chuckle from Hiccup. "And lead you through Odin's great battlefield," Hiccup wiped his cheeks and smiled at the sight.

"May they sing your name with love and fury," Gothi's hand hovered over Hiccup's forehead in circles as she prayed with them silently. "So that we might hear it rise from the depths of Valhalla and know that you have taken your rightful place at the table of kings," She drew a curved down line on his forehead with her soothed thumb.

"For a great man has fallen, a man we pray today to receive his award by the gods above, a man we pray the wellbeing of his soul to have him preserved with the protection we send with him today," Gothi waited for his sentence to be over before raising her hands again, nodding to the ones above, and drawing a new curved line upside down in the center and much smaller than the first.

"And we…we pray for his soul to be whole in your, our father's, hands and freed from the pain that it suffered and had it sentenced to death," She gave a nod at Gobber who took a step back once he finished the ritual, and made the last line; from the small curved one and down in result of the chief sign. Her eyes landed on Hiccup.

"Thank you," Hiccup whispered, offering a sad yet warm smile to the elder who nodded and returned it. He looked up as his parents lifted the board, once Gothi stepped away. He gasped in realization. "W-wait!"

"Son…?" Stoick looked up at him, his eyes screaming of confusion.

"Where…where's Toothless?" Hiccup looked around panicked. "He…he isn't…is he?!" He practically screamed at his parents, who flinched at his high voice, and let a hand run through his hair as he looked around himself from every angle. The heavy concern was lifted off his shoulders in a flash as a distant roar was heard. "T-Toothless," Hiccup sighed in relief and looked up as the black night fury appeared on one of the buildings, looking around as if he was searching for something.

Toothless took two unsure steps forward, hoping his nostrils hadn't tricked him with the scent of his rider. He looked around, over the crowd of people, until his acid green eyes met his rider's puffy red ones. He roared, a gummy smile forming on his scaly lips as he bounced down from object to material, on his way down to his rider. He stopped in front of him and cooed.

Dragons which had either lost control over their mind or had been sheltering under the war started gathering around the crowd to give their riders a reunion. But Hiccup paid no attention to them. He held his hand out to Toothless a bit unsure. He didn't know if he could at least make body contact with his best friend anymore. Hiccup's eyes never leaving his piercing green ones as the scaly dragon slowly let his muzzle against his hand, causing him to lose it. Hiccup threw his arms around Toothless as he gave him a good hug around his neck. A coo escaped Toothless's throat as he rubbed himself against Hiccup's spirit.

"I-I don't know what I would have done…if I couldn't say good bye to you," Hiccup scratched his head as he let his hot salty tears drip from his cheeks to Toothless's warm scales. Toothless cooed worriedly. "I'm alright buddy," Hiccup whispered. "I-I'm okay."

Toothless purred at his riders words and licked him one last time before Hiccup stood up. "Let's get that saddle of okay?" Toothless looked at him questioningly. "We can save it for later, yeah? When we'll do our usual mid night flight," Hiccup forced a smile, even though his heart was breaking deep inside as he watched Toothless bounce around in excitement for the event later with his rider and himself.

Toothless stood up straight and let the dragon boy remove the gear and put it down neatly beside him. "Come here," Hiccup kneeled down in front of him and held his hands open. "I got you two gifts," he chuckled, wiping his eyes. He barely noticed that everyone was watching the two. "One," Hiccup gently took his tail in his hands and laid it in his lap. He placed both hands on the left side of it and watched as a new tailfin grew out. Toothless screeched in response and looked at it. He bounced up and down happily, tackling his rider and drenching him in saliva.

"Toothless-stop-argh!" Hiccup managed to push him off and give him a pout as he tried to wipe everything off. "You know," He threw some spit off. "This doesn't wash off!" Toothless rolled his eyes and walked up to him, sniffing his hands for the second gift as if expecting it would come out of his hands in any second.

Hiccup sighed and grabbed the staff, both his and Drago's. He broke them in two and watched as a dark smoke connected with a bright blue one, slowly gathering in his hands. "I want you…," Hiccup looked at him. "To take good use of this okay?" Toothless sniffed it curiously, but screeched as it went into his nose. He bounced around, pawing his nose for the mysterious smoke inside him.

"Calm down! Toothless!" Hiccup grabbed him and pointed a warning finger at him. Toothless cooed and looked down.

"He-he…he's glowing!" A villager shouted, pointing at Toothless in horror.

"I see it too!" Another Viking yelled from the other side.

Toothless walked around in circles, in attempt to look at himself, before he met his rider's warm gaze. He cooed in confusion. Hiccup laid his hand on his snout. "You're the new alpha, bud," Hiccup smiled, stroking it gently as Toothless's eyes went wide. "Be good to them," He slowly stood up and watched as Toothless's spine glowed a bright and powerful blue before it shortly disappeared again.

Hiccup looked up at his father, and over to his mother. He inhaled and exhaled a deep breath before giving himself the courage to repeat the words again. "I'm ready…we can…continue," he stroked Toothless's head and decided to keep him distracted as his parents lifted the board up again, with assistance from both Gobber and Eret, and started carrying it down to the docks where the younger and older ones followed with torches in respect.

Hiccup knew that Toothless was distracted enough – he could see it in his eyes – that he didn't believe his rider was dead. The way Toothless looked at him, was the way he did every day; happy and enthusiastic around him. He knew this, because he had also seen Toothless at his lowest; the minute his soul had left his body, he had caught a glimpse of his guilty face. A picture that would never leave his mind.

And his mind told him to keep him distracted, by pretending to still be alive, to still be there. He believed it was for the best. So, as usual, he sat down beside Toothless and leaned against his body as he waited, waited for everything to be over and for him to meet the darkness once again. His head rested against Toothless's neck as he looked up at the horizon.

It took minutes before the burning arrows fired above him and hid the target he was looking at. The boat, his funeral. He smiled sadly at Toothless who purred at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see orange sparks blow away with the wind. He closed his eyes and lay down against him, relaxing fully. "I'll miss you, buddy…," He whispered, before he found himself consumed by darkness.

The people of Berk, and the people remaining of Drago's army, watched as Hiccup's spirit burnt to pieces and glowing ash as it set out towards the horizon. It was sad to see their hero go, the one who had once again made peace between two tribes. But this time, differently.

Hiccup had lost his life in the war that had occurred, once he had made his final decision of trying to reason with the evil behind the attack. He did that pretty often, actually. He tried to reason with the Vikings he once called a home to, but at what cost? He was kidnapped. He tried to reason with the threat that wanted him for his own, but instead, after three years of training, he defeated the threat and made peace with the tribe.

All this, was death threatening situations, and Hiccup had always sacrificed himself when it came to others, people he stood close, was involved. But Hiccup couldn't care less about his life, and everyone knew that. They knew he would always put himself at the top of the danger list, and try to get everyone out of it before himself.

That was what had saved him all those times; his courage and his heart for others that most Vikings didn't even have. Expect this time, it was different. Because his whole life, from the moment he was born into a poor, weak body, had he managed to cheat death, but this time, it just wasn't any room for escape.

The End ~