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She didn't know how to feel. Happy, that she had her son back? Or should she be sad, because he was stranded here, and couldn't go back anymore?

Oh, how many times she'd tried to go back to Berk. But all her attempts failed. She was glad that she now had company, but what would Stoick thing? Was he worried? She hoped so. She knew he wasn't that good with raising Hiccup as she was, but they would've formed some father-son connection, wouldn't they?

Valhallarama looked at Hiccup. He was stirring in his sleep, and she thought that he was cold. So she sat down next to him, and laid his head on her lap. She gently stroked the bangs of his hair out of his face. His hair had the same auburn coler as hers, and his eyes... Those beautiful emerald green eyes, the ones Stoick had too. She smiled at the thought of her husband. Every night she would look up to the stars, and wonder if he'd thought about her. If he missed her so bad as she missed him.

Her thought were interrupted by Hiccup. He mumbled, and stirred more. Valhallarama was worried. Hiccup had frowned his brows, and she could see he had a bad dream.

Suddenly, Hiccup tried to turn in his sleep. But because Valahallarama was holding him, he couldn't. Instead he turned his head.

'No...' he mumbled. Valhallarama put her arms around her son and held him close.

'Shhh, it's all right, it's all right,' she said. She planted a kiss on his head and hugged him.

'Not my... Not my fault,' Hiccup mumbled. Valhallarama wondered why he said that.

'No!' Hiccup suddenly said loudly.

Bucket and Mulch, who had been dozing off a little, sat up and looked around. Their weapons were drawn, and the two Vikings were looking for any danger.

When they didn't saw any, they turned and looked at Valhallarama. Then Mulch saw Hiccup, and sighed.

'He's having them again,' he said.

Valhallarama looked up from Hiccup. 'Again?' she asked. Mulch nodded.

'He's been having nightmares a lot lately,' he said. 'Ever since that fight on Outcast Island-'

'Outcast Island? What happened?' Valhallarama asked. Well, more like demanding. She looked worriedly from Mulch and Bucket to Hiccup, and back.

'No! No. Everyone dies...' Hiccup murmered.

'What does he mean with that?' Valhallarama asked, now really worried for her son.

'I... I'm not sure. Stoick only talked to Gobber about these things, and I'm not someone who interferes with everyone's business,' Mulch said. He was worried too. He new that Hiccup was having nightmares, he'd heard him once. He didn't really know why anymore, but he was in the village late at night, and he could hear Hiccup scream.

But never had he heard what Hiccup was saying right now.

'No! Leave me alone!' Hiccup yelled. He was shuddering heavily now, and he had his fists clutched firmly. 'No! Go away, Smoke!'

Valhallarama hugged Hiccup tight, and said soothing things to him, hoping that he would calm down in his sleep. But it didn't help. He kept saying and yelling things, and he still tried to toss his body within Valhallarama's grip.

And then, he started to sob.

'Hiccup...' Valhallarama said soothingly. She didn't know what else she could do to calm him down, neither did Bucket or Mulch. She wanted him to wake up, to no longer feel and experience the things he did in his dream. But she knew that she had to leave Hiccup asleep. It would be the best for all of them.

So they sat around the fire, and soon, their eyelids began to grow heavy. Valhallarama looked down at Hiccup one more time, and noticed that he'd calmed down. She smiled a little, and then she, Bucket and Mulch fell asleep.

The warmth of the sun woke Hiccup up. But that wasn't the only thing. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he could feel that someone was holding him. And judging by the steady breaths, that someone was asleep. Hiccup opened his eyes, and saw that the person that was holding him was a women.

First he didn't think much of it, but then the question came. Since when was there a women with them? Hiccup was wide awake now. Carefully, he tried to get out of the hold the women held on him, without waking her op. He was surprised he actually succeeded in that. He yawned and stretched his arms. When he looked at the woman who'd held him, he gasped.

'No...' he murmured. It couldn't be. That woman... She looked exactly like... Valhallarama. His mother. The woman who, Hiccup was sure of it, had died when he was four years old. Because of me, he thought. He felt the tears forming in his eyes, and he wanted to be alone right now. Alone, so that he could think. Because that was what Hiccup did when he was distressed. Thinking made his mind somehow clear.

So Hiccup turned on his heels, and ran away. He ran as far as he could before he collapsed, sobbing.

When Valhallarma woke up, it seemed like nothing was wrong. But then she noticed that Hiccup wasn't in her arms anymore. She shot up and looked around, the worry clear on her face.

'Hiccup?' Nothing. But her yelling woke Mulch and Bucket up. They were startled at first, but then they saw what was going on, and they started to call Hiccup's name as well.

'It's no use,' Valhallarama said, and she lowered her gaze towards the sand that was beneath her feet.

'Now don't you give up so easily,' Mulch said. 'Let's split up, and after an hour, we'll meet return to this... Ehm... Camp! Yes, after an hour we'll return to this camp, okay?' he asked. Valhallarama nodded, and with that they started to look for Hiccup.

Bucket decided to search on the beach, because he knew that he definitely get lost in the woods, and he didn't want that to happen again.

It was a bright day, and the sun's light reflected on his bucket. He looked up and saw no clouds covering the blue sky. That happened rarely on Berk, so Bucket enjoyed the sight. It made the sky seem as if nothing could harm it, yet it looked really fragile. Just one tiny cloud could interrupt the vast blue, and the sky wouldn't look pure anymore. He looked down to the beach, and when he started walking again, he saw a blob in the distance. When Bucket came closer, the blob formed into the shape of a person. Soon Bucket realized the person was Hiccup.

Hiccup was sitting on the beach, hugging his knees and looking up to the sky.

Bucket fastened his pace, and with one more minute he'd reached him.

'Hiccup?' he asked. Bucket saw that Hiccup was startled by the sudden call.

'Oh, I'm so sorry Hiccup! I didn't mean to scare you,' Bucket said, while he walked in front of the teen.

Hiccup shook his head, and looked down when he saw Bucket standing in front of him. 'No, it's okay Bucket,' he said. His voice sounded a bit raspy, and Bucked tried to see Hiccup's face. He had to duck a little, but then he could see his face. His eyes were red and swollen, and Bucket was worried for the teen. 'Hiccup? What's wrong?' he asked while he sat down.

After he'd said that, Hiccup started to sob, and soon the tears were flowing from his cheeks.

'Hiccup?' Bucket said, and he moved closer towards him, so that he was sitting next to him. He wrapped an arm around the teen. 'Please Hiccup, stop crying. I don't like to see you cry,' he said.

Hiccup leaned against Bucket, and pressed his face against Bucket's shoulder.

Bucket started to pat him gently on the head, and made soothing sounds. 'It's all right Hiccup. It's all right. Just calm down. It'll be okay,' he said, although Bucket didn't know exactly why Hiccup was so sad.

'I thought...' Hiccup said. 'I th-thought she was d-dead.' He lifted his head from Buckets shoulder to wipe away the tears. 'I saw her die!' he suddenly yelled, and Bucket flinched of the sudden noise.

'After all those years,' Hiccup said when he'd calmed down a little. 'I couldn't stop thinking that I...' Hiccup continued on a whispering tone. 'That I killed her.'

Bucket didn't understand what Hiccup meant, and shook his head, hoping the answer would pop into his mind. But it didn't. 'Hiccup, who are you talking about?' he asked instead.

'For twelve years,' Hiccup continued, as if he'd never heard Bucket's question. 'For twelve years I had to face my father. To see the look in his eyes. The disappointment that was in them. The look that always held the blame he gave me,' Hiccup said. He wiped away the last tears, and took a breath before he continued. 'He never told me he was disappointed, but I could see it. I could feel it.

And after twelve years, I find myself waking up in her arms. The woman I thought was dead!' Hiccup looked up towards the sky after he'd said that. 'If she'd been alive, why hadn't she come back earlier? Was she disappointed in me too? Does she hate me for killing her?' Hiccup looked at Bucket, and Bucket saw the sadness they seemed to hold.

'Does she? Does mom hate me?' Hiccup asked.

Bucket saw that Hiccup desperately wanted him to say no. To say that his mother had loved and missed him every day. And it made Hiccup happy that he could actually say that to him, because it was true. It all was true, Bucket was sure of it. 'No Hiccup,' he said. 'She doesn't hate you at all. In fact, she was scared to death when se realized you were gone this morning.'

Hiccup had looked down at the beach while he was waiting for Bucket to answer his question, and when Bucket said it, his head shot up and he looked at Bucket, his eyes full of hope. 'Really?' he asked. Bucket smiled at how Hiccup looked right then. It made him think of how Hiccup was when he was little... Well, littler. Always curious about the most random things, seeing an adventure in everything he stumbled upon. And Bucket felt sorry for him that he'd been through so much misery in his life.

'Really,' Bucket said. A little smile appeared on Hiccup's face, and suddenly, he hugged Bucket tightly.

'Thank you, Bucket,' he said.

'Now, let's go back to the camp, maybe Mulch and Valhallarama are back by now,' Bucket said, while he patted Hiccup on the back. Hiccup nodded, and he let go of him. And together, they went back to the camp.