AN: Thank you so much for all your reviews. Just for your information, I'm planning to have 2 different time skips in this fanfic. One will be a small scale skip, probably about 2 months, and one will be a large one, probably about 3-7 years, depending. Here are the ages for the teens and Adults, so you guys don't get confused.

Teens

Hiccup – 16

Astrid – 16

Snotlout – 16

Tuff and Ruff – 17

Fishlegs – 16

My OC [Sorry guys it's still a secret ;)] – 16

Adults

Gobber – 44

Stoick – 42

Spitelout – 42

My OC [Sorry guys it's still a secret ;)] – 16

Brynhilda – 40

Bjorn – 40

All right, that's all for now. Enjoy the third chapter. Oh and something else, sorry for messing up at the end of the last chapter, I think my file got corrupted and didn't load that part in, oh silly me!

As the light of a new morning crept into the window of Astrid's room, she slowly opened her eyes, relishing in the warmth of the sun, before getting up and getting ready for the new day. Her eyes burned from crying so much the last night. She, the mighty Astrid hofferson, was not supposed to cry, but she gave herself an exception of that one time to let everything out, and now, she felt much better.

After preparing [AN: sorry, I don't know what girls do to prepare themselves in the morning], she went down the stairs, greeted by her mother's warm smile. Astrid smiled back, and sat down for breakfast. She caught sight of the rolled up parchment and yesterday's events came rushing back into her head. Astrid clutched her head tightly, not wanting to remember those events again.

Suddenly, two prominent names popped up into her mind, Gobber and Stoick. Astrid's eyes went wide and she suddenly shot up and out of her seat, dashing upstairs to find the two letters by her bedside. She sighed in relief and stuffed them into her armored skirt, planning to give them to their respective owners later. As she went back downstairs, her mother'' concerned face came into view. "Astrid, are you okay, what happened?" Questioned Brynhilda worriedly.

"It's nothing mom, I just forgot to take something that's very important." Replied Astrid in a calm voice.

Brynhilda knew it wasn't nothing but decided to drop the subject and said, "Come on dear, let's eat breakfast while it's still hot."

And so they ate, after breakfast, Astrid said a quick goodbye to her mom, which in turn got a warning to stay out of trouble's way before she shot off to do what was supposed to be done yesterday. She first stopped by Gobber's forge, and found him sleeping on Hiccup's work table, muttering something about troll's and left socks. Astrid giggled, something she stopped immediately as she was not someone who would do that. She found herself an extra chair and decided to sit by Gobber until he woke up to read the letter with him. Gobber woke around noon, muttering something about a boneknapper before he opened his old pair of eyes, squinting at Astrid to see who she was. After his eyes cleared, he said, "Oh, it's you Astrid, what're you doing here at ma smithy?" Asked Gobber.

"Well, if I said it you wouldn't believe it, so I'll just show it to you. She took out the letter addressed to Gobber. Gobber unfolded the paper with his hook and immediately, his eyes went wide as he recognized the handwriting. By Thor it was Hiccup's handwriting! Gobber eagerly opened the letter wanting to know where his apprentice disappeared off to for the last few days.

Dear Gobber,

I know you've been worried for me, and I really want to thank you for being my father figure. My dad- no Stoick, had never really been nice to me for these past few years, every time it's this disappointed scowl I see on his face, never once did he say anything to encourage him like a father should. Gobber, I want to thank you for being of the only people that don't hate and despise me for the things I am. Off that note, I'm pretty sure you've seen some tools missing by now? You don't have to worry because those were taken by me. I have went and done some… travelling from here, and I don't know if I'll ever get to say anything to you so I'm writing this letter now. Gobber, I'm going to tell you something and this information you can do anything with it, but my fate will lie in your hands if I am going to ever come back. I… ride a dragon, and not just any dragon, I ride a night fury, yep the deadly offspring of lightning and death itself. And it's also the very one I shot down. After you brought me home, I ran off into the woods to find that dragon. When I found it, I was prepared to kill it, but when I looked into its eyes, I saw myself, fear, confusion, and when I saw that, I couldn't do it. I released the night fury and he, in turn for not killing him, spared my life as well. Over the next few days, I bonded with him, the night fury. Gobber, dragons are not what we make them out to be, they are only attacking for a much bigger purpose, for their survival. Dragons are actually all very docile and harmless, and are wondrous in many ways, you just have to see it to believe it. And because I had a dragon to play around with, I discovered new things, which is why I got so good at dragon training. Gobber, I know I'm asking a lot from you but please do me this one favor, I might not be around for more than a little while, and during this absence of mine, I want you to gather maybe about 1 to 2 Vikings, preferably Fishlegs, or Astrid, and to give the dragons a chance, those attacking your village are mindless beasts, with absolutely zero control over their own will, you will be able to find docile dragons in the woods, I'm sure of it, and when you do find one, drop your weapons, and trust the dragon. I hope you can accomplish this Gobber.

Love,

Hiccup.

Gobber had tears slowly leaking down his eyes, while Astrid looked sympathetically at Gobber. After letting out his sorrows, Gobber stood up with resolve, and said, "I will accomplish what Hiccup wanted me to do, it's the least I could do for tha' boy."

Astrid nodded head, and said, "I will follow you Gobber, as Hiccup said, we might want to give a second chance to dragons, who knows, maybe there will be alternatives to end this gods forsaken war."

After saying goodbye to Gobber, Astrid walked up the hill, the Haddock household coming into view. Her heart rate quickened as she neared the house, not knowing how the chief would react to his son running away.

She reached the Haddock household and knocked. After a minute, Stoick's tired face appeared when the door suddenly opened. "Oh it's you lass, do you need something?" Stoick questioned.

Astrid swallowed, wetting her throat and said, "Stoick sir, I have something for you, and I believe that you might want to see it." As she took out the latter addressed to him.

Stoick opened the letter and was shocked to find it written by none other than Hiccup.

Dear dad,

By the time you're reading this I'm probably gone, so you must be happy about that. All I've ever wanted to do was to make you proud, and now, finally I know that's not possible anymore. All I ever receive from you is either a frustrated huff or this disappointed scowl. Why is it so hard to see all the hurt I've felt for all these years? Did you not see the time I was beaten so badly by Snotlout I had bruised bones for an entire month? The only person to ever understand me was Gobber, you didn't even bothered to talk to me, every night you come home, you eat and instantly go to bed, not even caring if I was there or not. Was it that hard to talk to me, was it because I'm something you all want to get rid of? Well fine, now you've done it, I quit this life and I hope you guys are happy that there is no more 'Hiccups' in your village.

With little regards,

Hiccup.

Stoick stood there frozen, unable to do anything but stare at the letter and read it over and over again. Astrid, concerned for her chief said "Stoick sir, are you okay?"

Stoick only replied, "Yes lass, you can go now."

Astrid was confused, but didn't push further as she slowly closed the door. After the door closed Stoick wandered up the stairs to Hiccup's room. It felt like forever since he was up here. He slowly ran his fingers along the wooden table, completely cleaned out. He finally sat down on Hiccup's bed, the reality finally sinking in. Stoick let his tears fall, as he lost the last of his loved one. First was valka, now Hiccup. Stoick thought about how much better valka would have handled the situation, how valka would have cared for Hiccup, no matter what he looked like, or how the village shunned him. Tomorrow, he was going to become the chief everyone sees in him, but for now, he would be a father and husband, who had lost both his wife and child.

Argh, I feel like I've become bad at writing. This chapter, I will admit, is not one my better works, still I hope you guys are okay with it, fourth chapter will be up shortly, maybe in a few days, depending on how busy I am. Anyways, continue to review and tell me how you think about the story, negative or positive, are all welcome, all suggestions are also read and considered. Cheers guys!