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So it's going to be three parts instead of two. Thank you everyone for your wonderful reviews and suggestions!

Hiccup makes a small careless wish, which the god of mischief takes advantage of.

The Wish (Part 2)

****Old Friends ****

"Fishlegs! Wait!" he tried to juggle the basket full of fish as he went after the lean man.

"No! No fucking way!" his face was turning red as he walked faster than he ever had in his life "I had it with you Hicc!" he sneered,"the so talented hero of Berk!You are not going to mess with me anymore!" did he think him that stupid?! He thought that maybe this was his way to rethink his life. Like his dad's midlife crisis when he tried to go from fishing to troll hunting.

He thought that maybe telling him all the big mistakes he had done would help, and then Hiccup tells him the most absurd tale in the known world!

"I give you my word I am telling you the truth!" he did not expect this response from Fishlegs, but then again, this was not the Fishlegs he knew.

"If you knew the Hiccup I know, you would know his word means shit!" he almost shouted. They were supposed to be best friends; those had been Hiccup's words. But as soon as he grew up he became the same kind of person they hated; a self-centered asshole that didn't care who got in his way; not his best friend, or the girl he had a crush on since they could walk.

"Fishlegs…"

"You are telling me you come from a Berk where just about everyone rides a dragon" he turned and said as calmly as he could muster, "that you are missing part of your leg and ride at top of a Nightfury"

"I know it sounds crazy…"

"Oh, it doesn't just sound crazy. Something is seriously wrong with you" he pointed at him.

He knew it sounded insane. Only for a slight moment he wondered if he hadn't indeed hit his head, and imagined it all. But, he remembered Toothless was waiting for him at the cove. The last rays of the sun started to disappear, and the moon started to show its pale face. He had to go meet him soon.

"You are saying that your best friend is a dragon named Toothless, a Nightfury of all dragons, and you ride on his back as if he was a horse" Fishlegs didn't know if to laugh, or scream at him for thinking him stupid.

"Yes," he sighed, "I know is hard to believe after all…"

"Let me stop you right there," said Fishlegs with a teacher like tone, "I am going back home, and you are not going to follow me. I will stick to fishing, and you will stick to being the generous asshole that you have been since you hit puberty. You will not search for me again, and I will not kill you in your sleep"

Hiccup froze. There was so much anger and resentment behind those calm and chilling words. He realized then that this Fishlegs would not be able to help him. He didn't blame him. The Hiccup from that Berk didn't sound any better than Alvin the Treacherous.

"For what is worth, I am sorry all of that happened" he said putting the basket down "I won't bother you anymore"

"No punch to the face, or threats?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nope, but thanks for listening" he sighed, "I hope the Hiccup from this Berk, dream or not, realizes what a massive mistake he made"

"Yeah…" but he shook his head, "good luck with that"

He started to walk away, and Hiccup only watched. He swore he would never get annoyed with Fishlegs again. He missed his starry-eyed, overly analytic friend. The moon was now well out. He picked his basket of fish.

"Ask elder Gothi!" and though Fishlegs was almost out of sight, his voice rang clearly through the night.

"Thanks!" he shouted back. Well, the day wasn't a total loss.

****Night Visit****

He had gone to Toothless, and told him of what had happened that day. He felt better telling someone about it, even though that someone could only growl and croon in response. He hated it, though it had not been him directly that he was somehow involved on hurting his friends. He told Toothless of how different Fishlegs was, and he realized they were all different. Well, he wasn't sure about the twins yet, but from what Fishlegs told him he could guess no one was keeping their reins in check.

Also, as they ate by a fire, he realized his father had been right. He had been eating too little. He had been eating the same way he ate for his normal self, not this oversized testosterone machine. He ate more than double than what he was used to and yet didn't feel anywhere near full. Not wanting to take more of Toothless' fish he decided to go home earlier to dine some more and sleep.

"Night bud," he gave his friend a good scratch before leaving.

When he made it home, there was dinner already cooked. The coals were hot, and a pot of something delicious was over it. His mouth watered when he caught the scent of it.

"Dad?" he called, his father had never been a good cook, but he guessed there was a chance he was here.

"He already went to bed," he heard from the stairs before Astrid came down, "his leg was hurting, the healer just left"

"His leg…" what happened to his dad? He wanted to ask her, but he guessed it would be weird if he did.

She nodded before going to the fire to serve him a bowl. As she picked the bowl, he noticed certain stiffness to her right arm. His whole stomach turned, and his appetite was gone.

"You don't need to do that…" he said taking the bowl from her and putting it back, "thank you for looking after my dad"

She didn't say anything, but simply watched. He felt Goosebumps all over his body. She was studying him. It was as if her stare could cut through him and see who he truly was.

"Are you changing your mind?" she asked as she sat across from the fire. Where she could watch him and keep a barrier between them.

"About?" he asked.

"Us, getting married," she said through clenched teeth.

"I don't know," he said cautiously, "I guess you could say I haven't been myself"

She laughed before crossing her arms. It had been a sarcastic laugh. He felt as if he had been stabbed on the gut.

"Do you hate me?" he said looking at her arm.

"Yes," she said without hesitation.

He forgot how to breathe. He knew he should had expected this, just like Fishlegs didn't trust him at all, and Gobber seemed to despise him. Still, it hurt him so much. He loved her. When he was able to regain his breath he dared to look at her in the eyes. She didn't lie. She hated him. Her eyes burned through him, those eyes that he had once stared at in awe. He wanted to tell her the truth, but he knew her response would be much, if not worse than Fishleg's. A knot formed on his throat. He was trapped here, and never until then did he want to get out more.

He stood up, and felt the blood rain from his face when he saw her stiffen. She did more than hate him, she was terrified of him.

"I am going to bed," he said not being able to stand her eyes anymore.

She nodded gripping her robes on her sides. Though she was different from the Astrid he knew, he was able to understand her. She hated that she was afraid of him. Astrid Hofferson didn't do scared, she did the scaring. He had more than hurt her physically.

He didn't know what he was saying until the words were out of his mouth "I loved you," he was sure the Hiccup of that Berk didn't anymore; otherwise he wouldn't have taken so much away from her, "I admired you, and thought there would never be a prettier girl in the history of Berk than you and at the same time the best Shield Maiden we had ever seen. And I also thought I would never have a chance with you"

For a moment, her eyes softened but then she remembered the present, and her arm.

"I don't deserve you," he said before she could curse him all the way to hell "I don't know why I have caused so much pain. I have been trying to understand, but I just can't. Astrid, I know this is going to sound extremely weird, but if we get married or not, I want you to make my life hell"

**** Virtuousness ****

Before she could answer he went up the stairs to his room. He sat by his desk, looking at how empty it was. He hoped the Hiccup of this place felt the same way. The woman who he was going to marry him hated him. He was pretty sure everyone feared him. He thought of his father… Well, at least he was happy, though the injury on his leg worried him.

She is lying…

He shook his head. He was tired and hungry. He noticed a basin with clean water near his bed. After listening to the downstairs' door close, he undressed before cleaning himself. He took his time inspecting the many battle scars he carried. On his right leg, just below the knee he found one that looked like a dragon bite; a Gronkle's probably. This Hiccup had been lucky he didn't lose it. He found another scar on his back, and since he couldn't see it, he tried to guess what it was from tracing it. It was a stab wound, and he shuddered wondering what happened to the one who dared do it.

When he was done, he dressed on simpler robes and went down to dine. He found the stew was lukewarm, but still smelled delicious. He filled a bowl full before sitting by fire to warm his bare toes.

Idiot…

He shook his head again. He needed to find his way home soon, or he would go mad. He couldn't understand how he could ever live with so much hate around him, so much death, and so much hypocrisy. No one truly respected him, they feared him. That was easy for him to see. He wondered if the other Hiccup couldn't see the difference.

For starters, he understood the need to defend himself against Snotlout by hitting back, but the moment Snotlout knew better than to confront him he should have left it at that. Chasing him around for every little thing when he knew he could beat him easily didn't do anything good but feed his ego. Snotlout had probably learned some humbleness but after being beat just for nothing he probably had lost much of his confidence. He was probably a good warrior, but he could be a formidable warrior if he had more confidence on himself. He hoped this didn't cost him his life.

Maybe he could apologize to Gobber too before he found his way out of that place. The old warrior deserved all of his respect. He admired him for staying so strong after losing his limbs. He knew that he wouldn't have been able to overcome the loss of his foot without him. From seeing Gobber go on his daily routine as if nothing reminded him every day that the world didn't end where his leg did; that he was an able Viking, and still had much to offer. Yes, he would apologize to him and ask him also to make his life hell if he behaved like a jackass again.

Then what he had done to Fishlegs… that was just cowardly. Fishlegs wasn't violent and preferred to stay away from confrontation. The Hiccup of that Berk probably knew that he wouldn't fight back. From the way his parents treated him he was sure they were not aware of Fishleg's scars, or if they were they were exceptionally good at hiding it. Even as the son of the chief he didn't have the right to torture him. In the contrary, he had to make sure to reassure his friend and everyone that he would do anything for them.

It made him sick to his stomach to think people thought they respected him. They could count that he would hurt them if they went against him, but he didn't believe any of them thought he would fight for them.

He rubbed his tired eyes before serving himself another bowl of stew.

"You are such an idiot…" he said to the empty air, "you got all this strength, but you choose to hurt them"

He ate the last of the stew and stood up. He had to hold on to a chair at once. He felt dizzy.

"…Hiccup…"

"Yes?" he turned his head looking for where the voice had come from but lost his balance and fell knees first to the floor, his hand still on the chair "what…"

"…get up…"

There was no one else in the room. He realized that Astrid had put something on the stew. His eyes drew to the wall by the door. His battle-axe was not there. He knew there was a sword and shield upstairs, so he started his way there. He almost crawled up the steps. When he reached his room and held to the door frame. His eyes were drawn to his open window. He was sure it had been closed before. He looked around the room and spotted the sword and shield leaning against the wall. He started his way there, trying to keep his concentration for any movement in the shadows.

He was able to make it as far as his desk before another wave of dizziness assaulted him.

"Hicc?" he turned to find Astrid standing before him on a thin white gown.

"Astrid…" with her long hair loose and beautiful blue eyes she seemed to radiate under the light of the moon "… what are you doing here?"

"You have changed, haven't you?" she asked as she placed a hand on his cheek.

"I…" he was hit by another wave of dizziness.

"You speak like when you were friends with Fishlegs, you ramble on too much"

He frowned, "I don't rambl…"

"Yes you do," she said before she placed her lips at top of his. He didn't feel anything but gut warming. He wasn't sure if it was the stew or something else. No… he couldn't. Not with her. She had done something to the stew.

"Stop…" he stepped back

"You never asked me to before," she said with a mischievous smile.

"No," he shook his head. He couldn't have taken her before because he knew she wouldn't have done it willingly "no" he tried to convince himself.

"Your father is deep asleep, he won't hear anything" she whispered

"No…" he shook his head again and stepped back.

"Hicc?"

"Please don't…" he leaned against the wall, his eyes wide with fear. It kept coming back to his mind. He kept wondering if the Hiccup from that Berk had taken her against her will. Tears started to burn his eyes, "please don't tell me I…"

"It's okay," she whispered before she slid off one of the straps of her gown, "no one will know" she said before sliding the other off. Now the gown only held on to her hips. Her chest was wrapped, she started to fumble to remove the binds, "please help me" she said, but he stood where he was. He looked away when the wrappings fell. He dug his nails to the desk.

He heard her soft bare steps on the wood. Her arms wrapped around his neck until her fingers intertwined behind his neck. She pressed against him. His breath hitched. He couldn't help placing his hands on her hips when she pressed her lips against his once more. He kissed her tenderly, stealing away her breath. For a moment, he forgot she was not his Astrid. His fingers were gentle as he dared trace her hips. Then she drew his hand at top of one of her breast. His eyes snapped open then, and he remembered his Astrid would never do something like that. He pulled back as if she was on fire.

"Hicc?"

"Please don't…" he said looking away from her. He turned around. He wouldn't be able to resist her for long "please leave"

"Hiccup," she said his name before stepping towards him. She placed a hand on his shoulder before running it through his hair.

**** Inner Chaos ****

IDIOT!

She pulled his head back harshly.

His heart stopped when he felt her breath on his ear and a small blade touching the tender flesh of his throat.

"It ends here" he heard her say before his hand wrapped around the blade.

"I don't think so" he heard the same voice as before then he lost control, and in one swift motion he was twisting her arm in a painful angle.

He was able to see her face. Astrid was looking at him with shocked eyes.

"I never lower my guard, especially around you" he took the blade from her with his other hand as the other bled.

"Screw you" she sneered at him.

"Soon my beloved, don't be in a rush"

Hiccup was sure he had lost it now. He couldn't control his body or words. Worst, he was hurting her again.

This isn't your body to start with you fool! I can't believe you turned your back on her!

You are… He realized it was the Hiccup of that Berk.

I have been here the whole time, only being able to watch. Listening to your constant rambling! Yes, you ramble a lot!

It's you! You bastard! It was that jerk. He wanted to hit him, shout at him, something! He didn't deserve to be alive after causing so much pain.

Stop whining, don't you see I just saved your life. I am doing something for someone else, isn't that what you wanted?

Right! He laughed in his thoughts, you were only savings your own skin. For all we know, if one Hiccup dies, the other will be able to return home.

Don't call me that disgusting name! Don't you get I am not a hiccup like you.

So that was why…

Aren't you supposed to be the smart one? Now watch and learn.

He watched as this other Hiccup pulled her to the bed and threw her there before pinning her down with his body.

"I was hoping I could take you until our wedding night," he said in a sickly sweet voice.

"Let me go!" She screamed

"It's your own fault for thinking I had lost it. My father's leg is fine, but I got to admit that putting a sleeping potion on our food was quite smart"

"You bastard…"

"I have heard it all before from you my beloved, nothing you say can hurt me"

He ravished her mouth with his own. She swore the man she had kissed before was an entirely different one.

No, no, no! Meanwhile, Hiccup swore he was in hell. He could see she was close to tears. Astrid doesn't cry, she makes others cry!

Shut it already!

He was hurting her again… He was going to do something unspeakable, and all he was going to do was watch.

**** He was a monster****

I will never be able to look at her again, or tell her how I feel. I will probably watch her marry someone else. He decided that he would never marry, and he would watch her raise her kids and then become a grandmother. I might as well say my life is over.

I can't do this with your constant rambling! The other Hiccup cried out as he pulled himself up and off Astrid.

Please don't hurt her. Said Hiccup realizing he had some control back.

I wasn't going to! I was just going to scare her, and by the way, I have never slept with her. She was just pulling your chain.

Thank Odin.

You are a virgin back home, aren't you?

I love her, have you ever heard of the expression you asshole.

Astrid watched in confusion as countless emotions crossed his face. At moments, he would look at her tenderly as if he was afraid to break her. Then his eyes would narrow and stare at her as if she was his worst enemy, which she was. She wondered if he had finally lost it. He had been acting strange since his return; everyone had been talking about it. They thought that the many battles had finally worn him down, but when he talked to her in that mocking tone she was able to see him whole again.

"Go home," he told her with a tired tone. He was tired of discussing with the hiccup, and also the potion that Astrid had placed on the stew would wear out soon, and the hiccup would be in control again.

"I won't marry you," she said as she rearranged her gown, "I will kill you first and if that fails…"

"Is it that bad to marry me?" he asked her. He knew exactly what she would do if she couldn't kill him.

"What do you think?" she rolled her eyes at him.

"Go before I lose my patience," he told her as he picked her bindings that were discarded on the floor. He threw them back at her before sitting against his desk, "hurry, or people will start to think you came here seeking my company"

She had been about to talk back to him, but then saw a new emotion on his face, one she hadn't seen in a long time. His eyes, she once had thought of them as beautiful, were filled with regret. Something had just happened; still she didn't stay to investigate. She wouldn't test her luck anymore that night.

Hicc sat on his bed when she was finally gone. He was losing the remaining of the control he had, and also exhaustion was setting in.

Thank you. Hiccup said feeling at ease.

Whatever. Said Hicc, just make sure to listen to me next time, she will try something again before the wedding.

Why don't you let her go? You don't seem to care for her.

What I do is none of your business. You only want to get out of this hell, as you call it, right?

Yes, Hiccup said, though he wanted to help them too.

You are not here to play hero. I am the hero here, and don't you laugh! I am a hero! I have slayed more men than any other!

You are nothing but an attention seeking bastard. You only want glory. You care for no one but yourself.

Shut it! You don't know anything about me!

I know more than what I would like to!

And with that he regained control again. He could hear Hicc shouting curses at him in the back of his mind. He would make sure to leave before he was able to hear him again.

As he lay on the bed, after placing Astrid's knife under his pillow, he dared close his eyes after he was sure she wouldn't come back. He slept dreamlessly.

**** Father ****

Hiccup ate breakfast at home; sure to make all the ingredients were safe. When his father woke up for breakfast, he did with a yack sized headache. He couldn't remember what had happened the night before.

"Morning son, ready for the big day tomorrow?" Stoik said as he sat on his chair, then he noticed something strange "where is Astrid?"

"At her house, I guess" he answered as he stirred the stew he was making.

"So she didn't stay to eat?"

"She hasn't come all morning," he said confused.

"Then who did that?" Stoik asked, looking at the stew.

"I did"

"You did?"

"Yes,"

"And it's edible?"

Hiccup sighed "yes, it's edible" he said before serving his father a bowl. Stoik stared at it in suspicion. It looked edible, and it smelled good, but never had he seen his son cook something that wasn't meat against a fire in the woods "eat it already"

Stoik tasted a little bit before digging in. It was actually delicious. He had to admit it tasted even better than the one Valhallarama used to make.

"When did you learn to cook like this?" he asked as he got another portion. Hiccup shrugged. He still cooked for him and his father almost every night. It was one of the few times they could spend time together that wasn't awkward. Both usually concentrated on eating and sharing a few things from their day.

"Astrid is a lucky girl. Had I known I would have made you cook more often! Too bad the wedding is just a day away, I guess it would look bad if I asked your bride to wait a few more days" Stoik joked.

"Can't we?" Hiccup added.

"Hiccup, you are not changing your mind, right?" he asked cautiously. He remembered when he was about to marry Valhallarama, he was a nervous wreck.

"I don't know. It's just that she actually doesn't seem happy" he said sitting with his food.

"Really? What makes you say that?" asked Stoik in sincere wonder.

"I broke her arm," he said flatly.

"It was an accident while sparing Hiccup. You shouldn't let that keep you. After all, she said she didn't have any hard feelings," Stoik said in complete obliviousness.

So that was how he had explained it. He had probably forced her to shout that at the four winds, and his father believed it.

"Dad… are you happy with the kind of man I am?"

"Where is that coming from?"

"I need to know. Do you like that I am like this, a Viking through and through?"

"Son, you are not perfect. I am well aware of that if that's where you are going, but I trust you and I know you will become a great Chief when the time comes" of course, he was pretty sure he didn't know everything about his son. He knew he was no longer friends with Fishlegs, and could make Snotlout pee his pants with one glare, but that didn't make him a bad kid.

"And what if I wasn't like this," he couldn't help asking, "what if I was a hiccup, would you feel the same?"

Stoik laughed, "Sorry son, your mother picked the name because when you were born you were so small. No one thought you would grow like this"

"But if I hadn't, let say I wasn't such a great warrior, and…"

"Wait," Stoik stopped him. He stood up and went to look through some containers in the kitchen, "I was sure it was aroun… here it is!" he said before returning to sit "son, I would be proud of you still. I know that if you were still a hiccup you would find a way to make me proud" he said before showing him a spy glass he could tell he had made.

"You kept that…"

"If you were a hiccup, I know you would have created a lot of things like this. I always take this spyglass with me when traveling, because it is the best I have ever seen and because it reminds me how lucky I am to have you for a son"

"I am such an idiot," he said standing. His father had already told him he was proud of him. He had done so before he confronted the Red Death. How could he have ignored that?

"Were you really worried about that?" Stoik asked, "is that why you sign for the raids every time? Son, I told you, you don't have to. I know you are strong, but we could also use you here when the dragons attack. You would be able to save many of the provisions"

Hiccup nodded, "I will think about it. I got to go" he said before Stoik could say anything else.

**** Outcast ****

"Hey Hicc!" he wasn't even half way to Gothi's shack before he heard a familiar voice. His cousin was running towards him with a worried expression.

"Snotlout, what is it?" he asked.

"You won't believe who made it to the docks. Ruffnut!"

"Oh…" he said not understanding the big deal.

"And she said she got your name on her blade!"

Now, that sounded like a threat.

"Let's go! She is challenging you to a duel!" he just about dragged him down to the docks. Hiccup was glad he had decided to carry his sword and shield with him (in case Astrid decided to make a surprise attack). He got a seriously unpleasant feeling about an angry Ruff.

By the time they made it to the docks just about the whole tribe was there. Ruff stood on the dock looking tired and angry. He couldn't help to add lonely in the back of his mind. Where was Tuff at?

"You maggot…" she said through a sneer before drawing her sword, "you will pay"

What did you do to her?

Nothing! She is the one who stabbed me! Hiccup remembered the scar on his back. So that was from Ruff, but why?

Why?

She blames me for Tuff's death last year. We were away in a raid, and we split up. By the time I found him he was already dead with an arrow through the heart.

"You told me you would look after him if I stayed!" she screamed at him, "why didn't you look after him!"

He couldn't believe Tuff was dead.

It was Tuff's idea that she stayed in Berk and to split up. It was a small village, and they didn't have strong warriors. We didn't count on them having good archers. It was an accident. The only reason why she is still alive is because Tuff asked me to marry her after we came back from battle. I can't marry her if she hates me, but the least I could do is let her live, even if it was as an outcast.

You threw her out of the island!

It was either that or decapitation. Dad wasn't too happy about me almost getting killed.

Alright, so he understood that this wasn't Hicc's complete fault. Still, he should have known how to manage this better.

"I won't fight you Ruff," he said, and everyone gasped, "what happened to Tuff was an accident. We are Vikings, and it shouldn't come as strange when things like that happen"

"But you told me to stay!"

"Your brother wanted you to stay" sighed Hiccup, "he didn't want you at any raids because he was about to arrange a marriage for you.

"You are lying!"

"I am not," he said as calmly as he could before walking towards her, she lifted her sword to point at him, but he simply moved it to the side with his hand until they were face to face, "I am sorry I couldn't save him" he could feel Hicc getting upset at the confession. Ruff was probably still looking for a responsible for her brother's death. He was pretty sure Hicc never explained to her in full or apologized to her even though it was an accident.

I didn't find him dead. Hicc admitted, he was close to dying when I did, and he asked me to look after her, even if I didn't marry her.

Why didn't you?

Hicc didn't answer. Hiccup got the feeling that Hicc had probably been too busy basking in his glory to bother stopping by her house and tell her all of this. Ruff assumed the worst and went to kill him. After almost killing him, there weren't any more chances to explain.

That's it, isn't?

Still Hicc wouldn't answer.

"I am truly sorry Ruff," he said again to the already shocked woman, "I told you I would protect him, and I failed. And he asked me to protect you, and I have failed at that too"

"Why… why now? Why didn't you search for me to tell me?"

"Because I was a prideful idiot; it's not every day that I get stabbed on the back" he said before he was able to get a smile out of her.

"Son?" Stoik heard all of it.

"Dad, could you please let her stay?" he asked, "it was a misunderstanding"

Stoik nodded before Ruff's mother and father ran to her and embraced her. They both sobbed in happiness at having their daughter back, specially after losing their son the year before.

"Thank you," she whispered softly.

You better look after her when I am gone. He told the other Hiccup who still refused to talk.

**** Gothi's Wisdom ****

The day was almost gone and just barely he had been able to make it to Gothi's place. Ruff's family had insisted on having him join to eat in the name of Tuff who died bravely thinking only of his sister's wellbeing. After that, he got picked by his father and given a scolding for not speaking up before, but told he had done well to admit his mistake. As the next chief, he needed to learn that his word wasn't always right.

"…possible!"

"Then how do you explain what just happened?"

"He playing us, of course"

Hiccup was standing outside Gothi's door, and he was able to tell right away who the voices belonged to inside.

"But that would explain why he knew the Nightfury had gone into my smithy when no one else did," he heard Gobber.

"I still don't believe it," said Astrid, "Gothi, please tell us. There has to be a more reasonable answer to this"

"But Astrid," said Fishlegs, "it makes perfect sense. The Hiccup we know would never apologize, or say anything like what he did today"

"Ah!" Hiccup jumped back when the sharp of an axe came through the door.

"He was eavesdropping!" shouted Astrid slamming the door open.

"Sorry!" he said lifting his shield.

"See?" said Fishlegs.

"Come in here brat, ya got a lot to explain" said Gobber before Hiccup went in. He sighed as he was made to sit across from the elder and retell his tale. No one said anything as he did, but he could see misbelieve crossing their faces more than once for exception of Fishleg's. At the end elder Gothi stared at him silently before looking at Gobber, "Gothi says he is telling the truth"

"What?" Astrid said in misbelieve, "that can't be"

Gothi started to draw on the cold ashes before her. She drew two lines intertwining at different points.

"I just want a way back home," said Hiccup tiredly. He didn't understand what the drawing meant.

"Your destiny and Hicc's destiny are different and the same. Some things are meant to happen only to you, and other only to him. But others you both have to do" explained Gobber, "You were born a hiccup, you got a good head over your shoulders, but you don't share the same body type or attachments"

"And I am not a jerk" he added.

"Or so you say" said Astrid.

Gobber studied Gothi's drawings before a frown covered his face.

"What is it?" asked Fishleg's looking at the words Gothi had written next to one place where the lines connected.

"What's the walking death?" asked Gobber.

"The Red Death," Hiccup gulped, "I have to defeat it again?" the old woman nodded, "but why?"

The old woman opened her mouth, something they had only seen her do to eat, but this time she spoke "you were sent here by the gods for a reason" her voice was soft, "you saved your home before, now they are asking you to save this Berk too"

This started a discussion between the Vikings in the room. Astrid still didn't believe he was a different Hiccup while Fishlegs drilled him on how he had killed the Red Death. Gobber was trying to convince them to tell Stoik, and the rest of the tribe so they could set up an assault.

Gothi in the meanwhile was looking at a corner of her small shack. Her ancient eyes rested on a silhouette that she could barely see, but knew it was there for a reason. Loki smiled at the old woman for figuring out the rules of his game, though he would have preferred if it had been Hiccup the one to figure it out. Still, he would get to see the boy fight the Red Death for a second time. Nothing could beat that.

*****TO BE CONTINUED*****

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