Disclaimer: I do not own Camicazi, Hiccup, Astrid, Toothless, Berk, the Bog-Burglars, Big Boobied Bertha, Stoick, Gobber, Snotlout, Ruffnut… You get the idea. All I own is the idea. Creativity for the win!

Author's Note: Trying to make up for lost time.

It wasn't difficult for Hiccup to find the chief's house. It was the biggest of the lot. It was difficult to muster the nerve to knock on the door.

So these were the Bog-Burglars. Camicazi and her mother sounded as fierce as legend said. Most of the others were a lot softer than Hooligans, running away from Toothless when one word came out of Hiccup's mouth.

Camicazi was the heir and was in charge of Astrid. Hiccup had to speak to her mother. Vikings were predictable enough that Hiccup knew what Camicazi would do if he didn't talk to her mother: she would refuse to heal Astrid until he told his tale to the chief.

Toothless nudged him fiercely and his elbow made a knocking sound against the door.

"Who is it?" came a voice mighty from within.

Hiccup glared at the Night Fury. He wasn't ready for this. The woman in there wanted revenge on the people who banished her. She wanted to stop dragon raids and Hiccup's ideas were the ones she needed. He wished he wasn't a Horrendous Haddock. Their motto floated through his mind.

Never surrender.

He responded thickly to the chief's call with, "It is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third with a solution to stop dragon raids!"

He felt braver than he ever had in his life. That feeling died inside him when the door immediately swung open with such force that he was knocked down the stairs. In the doorway was a great fat Viking woman with a bosom so immense it could stun a stag. The expression on her face made Hiccup want to cower in fear, but he knew that would accomplish nothing.

"WHAT? A HORRENDOUS HADDOCK IN BOG-BURGLAR TERRITORY? HOW DARE YOU!" She bellowed, wielding an axe.

"I wish to stop the dragon raids," Hiccup said confidently, "I may be a Horrendous Haddock, but I mean no harm to you or your people. I only wish to help you."

She appeared not to hear him. She continued her spiel, attracting much attention from the houses in the village. "HOW DARE YOU? THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! A HORRENDOUS HADDOCK WILL STOP AT NOTHING TO DEFEAT US! LEAVE AT ONCE BEFORE I REALLY LOSE MY TEMPER!"

If she hadn't truly lost her temper, Hiccup did not want to see this woman any more infuriated. He would have gladly backed away and apologized for trespassing if it hadn't been all for the sake of Astrid. It wasn't only Astrid that had brought him to this island in the first place. He was secretly hoping to end up here anyway. He didn't know how much he could trust Camicazi with Astrid's life at stake. He cared too much about that beautiful and wonderful girl to let her die at the hands of people who possibly had ideas like his. Maybe someday if this ever was over, he and Astrid would marry. She would get used to him. Just in the past few weeks, she had been pleasant to him… sometimes. Now he realized that he didn't need marriage to decide how much he really liked her. Without her, he never would have befriended Toothless and figured out that he could train dragons. He loved her and he wanted to be with her always.

"Is this on your good days?" Hiccup said foolishly. Toothless groaned.

"THAT IS IT!" bellowed the Viking chief, "I, BIG BOOBIED BERTHA, CHIEF OF THE BOG-BURGLARS, SENTENCE YOU TO DEATH BY DRAGONS TOMORROW AT DAWN!"