Here you go. This chapter is Stoick's reaction to the death of the heir. Have fun reading it and please review!

It was a day before they noticed Hiccup was missing. Stoick had taken to mounting the Night Fury's head above the door. It's jaw was hanging open, showing it's retractable munchers and it's eyes frozen in a state that one could only describe as shock and anger as well as a hint of betrayal. Stoick now dawned a cloak made of the Night Fury's toughened skin and pelt, the rest of the body thrown away for scraps. Stoick was proud of his achievements and didn't even notice his only son was missing. He was busy celebrating the death of the one and only Night Fury that he had ever come close to lay eyes on.

The next day, Stoick got up and went to wake Hiccup. The bed wasn't even slept in. This wasn't necessarily a new thing so Stoick went to the forge to look for his son there, because he often spent the night there if he was caught up in one of his projects.

"Gobber," the chief called to his best friend.

"Aye, Stoick, what can I do for ya," Gobber asked his chief. He looked a bit frazzled. "Chiefing not a breeze anymore Stoick?"

"Is Hiccup here?" Gobber cocked his head before shaking it.

"Haven't seen the boy since you disowned him the day you killed that damn Night Fury." Stoick looked to the ground in shame. He had disowned his son. Together the two friends searched the village and then called upon a search party to find the missing heir. It was nearly night before they found him.

"CHIEF," called a young girl the same age as Hiccup. She wore her long blonde hair in a single french braid. Her axe dropped in the sand as she sat crouched over an unmoving body. The other teens stood around, eyes wide in horror and shock, and tongue's tied for there was no words to be said. One of them, well at least another teen in the village, lay on the ground, a dagger sticking out of his chest. His eyes shut and a small smile on his face. His features showed that of someone who had gone willingly and easily into the light or darkness of whatever.

Stoick ran as fast as he could, hopping a shield that had been wedged quite effectively between two boulders. He skidded to a halt next to Astrid and the unmoving body. The teen had tears leaking from her eyes as she stood up and let the chief take her place. The search party gathered around the grief ridden chief and the pale body of his son, correction, former son. As of yesterday, he was no longer the chief's son. Stoick had disowned his only heir, leaving him to choose his successor.

"Hiccup," Stoick cried softly as he brushed the bangs from Hiccup's cold forehead. He looked peaceful, almost like he was just asleep, except that the dagger penetrating in his chest was no help to that image. "Oh son, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry."

Hiccup watched his body from the clouds. Toothless sat beside him whimpering and nudging his friend. "It's okay bud, I just, I need to see what they'll think." Only as soon as he did, Hiccup was shocked and taken aback.

He watched as the great Astrid Hofferson wept over his still body, he watched the villagers and other teens bow their head in respect and loss. The teens were silent and even some sniffles were heard and tears seen. What shocked Hiccup the most as he watched the funeral procession carry his body from the cove was his father. Stoick was well stoic. He stayed stone faced and calm, but as soon as he was in the village went into his house and cried. Hiccup watched with sadness and despair clawing at his heart.

"What did I do bud," Hiccup questioned his best friend. Toothless just huffed and whined in sympathy for his worried rider. "I have an idea, will you come with me?" Toothless hopped up and jumped around like a hatchling, panting and warbling in glee. Hiccup smiled and laughed a little, before he called out to the sky.

"I must tie some loose ends together before the gates close on me forever, please let me say goodbye." Some how, the gods must have seen his plights and opened the shining gates, allowing Hiccup and Toothless' spirits through. They lept from cloud to cloud until they reached the Haddock household. They drifted through and Hiccup motioned for Toothless to follow because he was stubbornly growling at everything. Hiccup reached where his father sat crying and called to him, Toothless sitting nicely next to him, pupils dilated in playfulness and kindness.

"Dad," Hiccup called and his dad lifted his head and slowly turned to where Hiccup stood in the house.

"Son," Stoick breathed in relief. It was all a dream. His son was alive and well. Stoick got up to rush and hug his son when Hiccup held up a hand in a signal to stop. That's when he heard the growl and saw the Night Fury in a defensive pose. Hiccup scratched his head and cooed, waiting for Toothless to chill out before he continued. "YOU," Stoick cried at the beast and flung his axe at it. It went straight through, making both of the apparitions waver and rippled like water. Despite it going through them, Toothless and Hiccup both cried out/yelped when it happened and they faded in and out before becoming more of less solid. "What," Stoick said before sitting back in his chair, still staring at his son and the dragon.

"Dad, I watched myself, well, my body at least, for the whole day, I was watching you too. You were flaunting the fact you killed my one and only friend in front of me and then disowned me. You seemed to have forgotten about the disowned thing and the shame and disappointment when you saw me, or my body, lying there in the cove."

"I'm sorry Hiccup, we will find who killed you and get revenge." It had looked as if someone had stabbed him and ran despite the lack of footprints.

"Well, you found him," Hiccup said and held his arms out. "You killed the one person who took me for who I was. He didn't care that I wasn't a viking, in fact, he was ecstatic that I wasn't one of you. You guys kill them."

"They've killed hundreds of us," Stoick cried in shock.

"AND WE"VE KILLED THOUSANDS OF THEM," Hiccup screamed at his father and disappeared for a moment. Toothless circled where Hiccup was just seconds before and whimpered.

"This is all your fault dragon, you caused my son to die."

"Dad, you were the one who killed him. If you had let him live, I could have stopped the raids and life could have gotten so much better. It's not your fault alone though. I had dealt with near ten years of torment from everyone in the village. Including myself." Toothless whined at his riders willingness to share. Hiccup collapsed and crossed his legs. Toothless curled up next to him and put his head in his lap. Hiccup stroked his friend's muzzle and smiled when Toothless purred and sighed contently. Stoick watched in realization at how close the two really were.

"My time's up. I tied the knots that I left frayed and said goodbye. Just sink my body in the ocean if you want. I mean, I'm not a viking, in fact, I'm more dragon than viking." Toothless nodded and roared in agreement. Hiccup looked his father dead in the eye for one final time before walking out through the door, literally.

Hiccup let out the breath he had been holding before feeling the pull. He welcomed it with content and Toothless followed close behind. Together, for the final time, they walked through the gates of Valhalla, never to leave again.

Stoick shot awake and blinked his eyes. It was nearly midnight and his nap was interrupted by the knock at the door. It was time to launch Hiccup's pyre. No matter if Hiccup said to just sink his body in the ocean, he was get a proper viking funeral. After all, he was the most viking of them all.

"My son was not like us. He was scrawny and a sickly child. We mocked him and tormented him. We made his life a living hell. Some how though, somehow, he made it through fifteen years and should have lived for more. The other day, after killing the Night Fury that my son had called his best friend, his only friend, I had disowned him, leaving him with no one. That's when he ki…," Stoick stopped his speech to find his footing again. "Before killing himself with the dagger that he crafted himself. My son came to me in the form of a spirit and told me that he was happy and pain free where he is. He has his best friend by his side. He also said to just sink his body in the ocean instead of give him a proper viking funeral, but I don't agree. He said he's more dragon than viking, and that I can see more of, but he still is one of us. My son is the most viking of any of us because he was able to do the impossible. He tamed and befriended a Night Fury, he survived his whole life all while being tormented and treated like a piece of yak manure, he killed himself. Killed oneself may be an act of cowardice, but it really takes courage to actually commit the deed. To my son, who never gave up and showed us that even a hiccup can be one of the greatest vikings this Archipelago has ever seen. TO HICCUP!"

"TO HICCUP," the villagers cried before releasing the pyre and letting it float out the sea. Stoick picked up his bow and arrow, lit the tip of the arrow on fire, pulled back and let the arrow soar to the ship, alighting it with the orange and red glow of flames. In unison, the other archers pulled and released. No one left the dock until the glow was fully extinguished. Even then, they stayed, watching the night sky.

There, high in the blackened sky, two stars twinkled and shined and lept through the sky, one seemingly chasing the other, until they were no more.

How's that for an ending! Yay! I have finally finished a story for once in my annoying and disappointing life! I'm so freakin' pumped right now! WOO! Okay, so there's places I can take this and stuff so if you want a sequel then let me know. For now, check out my other stories and see you around!