A/N: Loggard getting introduced to Berk! I was so happy to get positive feedback about him and the Outcast chapter! Thank you guys! And thank you for reading and reviewing!

It was late morning when Astrid set the table for one extra person.

Alvis silently downed his yak milk as Loggard cheerfully sat next to him.

"G'mornin', little man!"

Hiccup, who was attacking his fish with Freya nibbling on soft bread in his lap, glanced over at the cot in the corner.

"I'll make you a real one." Hiccup promised Loggard.

They had arrived home from Outcast Island the previous night so late it was early morning. Hiccup and Astrid had picked Freya up from her grandparents', put Alvis who was already asleep into bed, and set up a cot for Loggard by the fireplace next to Alvis' bed.

"Oh, I could sleep on the floor an' be 'appy here, sir." Loggard assured him as he stared appreciatively at his breakfast, probably the first in years he hadn't made himself.

Hiccup laughed.

"Well that definitely won't be necessary, but you may want to share that fish."

On cue Eggshell, who had been begging for scraps under the table, pushed his snout onto Loggard's lap and whined.

"Woah! He's a tiny feller, init he?" He said, nervously breaking off a piece of fish and feeding it to Eggshell. "Not all dragons are big fire breathing blokes, then?"

"Oh, he breathes fire."

Eggshell coughed and light flames shot from his nostrils like sparks from flint.

"Ah."

Astrid loaded Loggard's plate with more fish, clearly not liking how thin he was.

"Ready to take a look around?" She asked as he finished all of it.

"Al, want to help show Loggard the ropes around here?" Hiccup asked.

A few minutes later the three of them were out in the brisk morning air.

"This is Berk." Hiccup said. "Oh! There's Fishlegs."

"I didn't see him yesterday." Loggard remembered.

"Yeah, he's not the fighting type. He was manning the cannons onboard the ship. There's the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut."

"I saw them wailin' on old Bert."

"Yeah, they're usually not that…oh who am I kidding, they're always that violent. And there's Snotlout."

"His dragon's definitely a big fire breathing bloke."

"Don't worry, Fangy looks scary but he's really nice." Alvis told him seriously.

"That right?"

Sven, who was with his father helping him carry firewood, saw them. He hastily gave his bundle to a protesting Snotlout and ran over, tackle hugging his best friend.

"Al, you're home! Dad told me you were, but you were asleep so he didn't let me see you."

Sven looked up and noticed Loggard. He smiled down at the younger boy.

"'Ello, there."

"Who are you?"

"His name's Loggard." Hiccup explained. "He's one of us we found on Outcast island. Hes going to be staying with us."

"Really? Cool! Al, you've always hated being the oldest!"

Suddenly a dark streak collided with Loggard and Toothless was on top of him, licking him.

"Woah! Hey! Easy!"

"That's just Tooth'ess." Alvis said. "He's the nicest dragon ever!"

"You're the fella what brought us to the boat, eh? Well, thank ya. Is he…is he really a Night Fury then?"

Hiccup nodded. Loggard whistled.

When they arrived at the arena, Hiccup noticed a cut on Toothless' wing.

"Oh boy, he must have gotten this on Outcast Island. I'm sorry, bud, I didn't notice." He said, inspecting the wound. "Would you boys mind showing Loggard the arena while I patch him up?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Okay, Daddy!"

When Hiccup left to tend to Toothless, Alvis and Sven began filing barrels with fish and the dragons came out to eat. Loggard bravely befriended a gronckle and while he was petting it Sven said

"Why don't you try riding him?"

Loggard gulped.

"Y-you think I could, then?"

"Oh sure, gronckles are easy, even Uncle Fish can ride them. In fact, is that Meatlug…?" Sven muttered to himself thoughtfully.

"That's not Meatlug." Alvis decided. "But gronckles are great! And I'm sure Daddy wants you to learn quick so you can ride with us!"

"Well…if you say so, lads…"

He climbed on his back and the gronckle instantly perked up at the unfamiliar rider. It growled a bit and shot of into the distance, apparently to shake him off.

"Uh…"

"….Oh."

"He went into the forest, Sven."

"I see that."

"Should we get him?"

"There are wolves in the forest."

"But our parents are here and that's scarier."

"You're right."

So they set off for the forest and soon enough found the gronckle and their friend hanging from a tree.

'M'all right." He assured them, dangling from a branch.

He jumped down and dusted himself off.

"At least there's nothin' dangerous…Ah!"

Loggard tripped midsentence. Groaning and rubbing his head, he looked to see what he tripped on.

A dragon egg.

The three boys looked up to see a huge monstrous nightmare about to flame up to protect her babies.

They ran screaming for Berk with fire right on their tails.

They just reached the arena and were catching their breaths when Hiccup came back with Toothless' wing bandaged.

"It was just a scratch so I…what happened to you kids?"

"Nothing, Daddy!"

"Nothing, Mr. Haddock!"

"Nothin', sir!"

"…Well, Okay. C'mon, Al, Loggard, let's help Mom with those chores. Sven, your dad's probably waiting for you. You should get going too."

"Okay!" Sven said. He turned to Loggard. "Play with you again later?"

Loggard smiled.

''Course, mate."