Camicazi blinked and saw a fire blazing brightly in front of her, its brilliant bright flames hurt her eyes so she rolled onto her back so she wouldn't have to look at it. Only then did she remember the fresh wounds on her back which began to scream in protest as she lay on her back. She sat bolt upright in a bed that was not hers. Peering around her she remembered vaguely arriving at Hiccup's house on Toothless' back. Something felt wrong. Something was definitely wrong. It felt like home, waking and knowing something bad was coming. She felt ashamed of herself still. More than ever she knew she had to end this, to kill Hiccup before her father killed Sparky. Groaning at the pain on her back she heaved herself to her feet. Each fresh wound would be a badge of honour to her, a mark of what she was fighting to save, and a sign of everything she was sacrificing for it. She may not entirely want to kill Hiccup any longer, but she would do it for Sparky... And then she would truly get her revenge. Revenge on the person who took everything from her, who lied to her, who marked her with every scar. Each scar seemed to burn suddenly with fresh hatred she never knew she felt. Each scar was burning, reminding her of the man who ordered each one to be created, the man who caused her so much suffering. For the first time in her life, she didn't want his approval... she wanted his blood. He might finally be proud of her, a ruthless streak was being born and she was desperate to spill his blood and watch him die slowly. Something he had always done to others and believed she'd be too weak to do. She would do it. And she'd watch him bleed out. She'd sit there as he bled out and ask if he was proud. Ask if he still thought she couldn't do it. She'd kill Hiccup to save her dragon. She'd kill her father for revenge.

Hiccup sat in the cove with Toothless. He was trying hard to think like a chief but he just couldn't do it. The father in him wouldn't allow it. He'd been a child once, he had a son now, and he had lost a daughter. Camicazi, whatever else she may turn out to be, was a child, someone's daughter. He knew, as a parent, that no child should have to suffer as she had at the hands of her adoptive father, no child should live as she had. If it was the case that Dagur was her leader and had sent her here, it made it worse. What terrible things have to happen to a child to make a thirteen year old girl willingly become an assassin to kill a man she does not know? What sick human would do something like that? Was Dagur really that vile? How could anyone push a child to become a killer? Hiccup wanted so badly to find proof that she really had simply run away, that she was no threat to him or the tribe. If he could find that proof, she would not have to suffer anymore. But so far he could find no proof, and Dagur's ships were still close by, lurking just far enough away not to pose a threat. In Hiccup's mind though, Dagur was always a threat, no matter how far away he was.

Hiccup was no killer; he was not a cruel man. Even in the heat of battle he would avoid killing at all costs, even if it was Dagur, Hiccup would avoid killing him at all costs. It was not his nature to cause harm to another being. It was why he could not have Camicazi killed if she was a threat, and why he was reluctant to consider exile if she was. Exile was as bad of a sentence as death. The archipelago was a dangerous place; there were thousands of dangers out there, especially for a young girl. She would likely not last a month out there alone. He sighed deeply, enjoying the peace and solitude of the cove. Toothless was splashing in the lake, chasing fish. For a moment he could forget he was a chief, a father, a husband and just be Hiccup, a dragon rider watching his best friend play.

"I thought I'd find you here." Came Astrid's voice from somewhere behind him. Hiccup groaned as her voice bought him back to reality. He loved her, but her being here reminded him of his responsibilities, to her, to his family, his tribe. "You always did come here to get away from the stress of everything. I figured you'd come here again now." She slipped down from Stormfly and sat beside him as Stormfly went to join Toothless.

"And you're here to remind me of my responsibilities back in the village."

"No," Astrid said softly slipping her figures between his and watching the dragons play, as if they were teenagers again "I came here to remind you of you. To make sure that Hiccup is still thinking over the chief, over the father." Hiccup turned to look into her startling blue eyes with his green ones, and truly for a moment he could have sworn he was looking at Astrid nearly fifteen years back when they were young and free of responsibility and just taking their relationship through its paces, learning more about one another and themselves.

"What do you mean? I have to think as a chief, I am the chief, and I'm a father now too so I have to think like that too."

"True, but chief's make mistakes. And so do fathers. What was it you once said? 'Great leaders are also often proven wrong'. You and I both know that your father made mistakes as a chief, and he made mistakes as a father. It's natural. My chief has let me down before. My own father let me down. Hiccup? Hiccup never has. Chief Hiccup has let me down, even the father Hiccup has, and I hate to say that but Mother Astrid messed up too. But Hiccup, Hiccup has never let me down. The Hiccup I fell in love with, the one who showed me dragons, the one I married, he has never let me down before and I don't expect him to start now." She smiled at him and he felt as though he was twenty years ago himself. Just sitting with Astrid and enjoying life, some aspects more than others. "As long as it's Hiccup thinking now, Hiccup making the decisions, then I know he'll make the right ones. He always does." She kissed him softly on the lips, her hand at the back of his head now, her fingers in his hair.

"Astrid, thank you." He whispered into her breath, he felt her smile as her lips pressed against his once more. Every time, every time she kissed him Hiccup felt like he was a teenager again. He couldn't help it; it was how she made him feel. He turned and held her tightly in his arms, his hand slipping into her hair, his fingers pulling it out of her neat braid. She pulled away from him briefly, and grinning like she had all those years ago she whispered "You know what happens every time you do that." Right then, Hiccup didn't especially care. He knew full well what was likely to follow, he didn't mind in the slightest. But he slipped his finger from her hair and moved his hand from her shirt and grinned back.

"I guess we're not fifteen years ago anymore." He said turning to look back at the dragons wishing he could go back in time to when they first lay here together. Of course nine months after that Finn had turned up but still. He loved her, and he loved his son. Hiccup thought about what he would have decided fifteen years ago. Back when he was new to being a chief. He'd have tried to help the girl back then, to find out more before he passed judgement. But after all that had happened in the years since, after things that had happened before like Heather, Hiccup had become cautious.

"You'll make the right decision Hiccup. I have faith in that." She rested her head on his shoulder, fingers entwining with his once more and they watched the dragons play, wishing they too could simply forget everything and play like children.