When life gives you lemons, don't waste them. The same could be said with opportunities. Throughout my life, I have missed a shit ton of opportunities that may have avoided my current situation. But what have I learned of them?

"This is interesting. Very interesting." Dagur the Deranged says. In his hands, a letter from Berk.

"Greetings, Dagur, My name is Vex. I have a proposition for you. By now, you would have heard the rumours of Berk training dragons. It is true. But instead of marching up here with an Armada, set on destroying us, we wish to ally ourselves with you. If it makes you feel better, I can come and meet you on Berserker Island, with no weapons, and no dragons, to discuss this. Within an hour of receiving this message, a terrible terror should arrive. Attach your reply to him and tell him 'Valkyrie' and he will return to Berk. On a side note, if you remember, you have a sister, I know who she is and where she is. I will do my best to bring her to you. Yours, Vex"

Unlike normal, Dagur actually thought carefully about this. Both of the positives and the negatives. Eventually he writes his response, and waits for the terror.

*Back on Berk*

"Hiccup, do you know why I am personally training you?" I ask to my opponent.

"Because I am different?" He asks back.

"No." I answer, charging forward with my staff. "I am training you because you and I are alike. We have gone through similar experiences, therefore, I find it appropriate that we not only train, but speak of ways to deal with the past." I answer. I aggressively bat his staff away.

"What do you want to talk about then?" He asks, collecting his weapon and going on the offensive.

"How did you deal with the bullying from the teens?" I ask, while successfully parrying each blow.

"I don't really know what I did. After time it just became easier to bear." He replies, halting his attack to catch his breath.

"The way I dealt with it, was I just turned what they said against them. Not in an aggressive way. An example would be how I would read a lot in my free time. Other students would call me a bookworm. The comment wasn't offensive, but it was the way they said it. My response would be, 'Better than being an earthworm. It made me feel better than when I would say nothing and try to ignore it." I explain, dropping my defences by a margin. "The problem I had with ignoring the comments made about me, is that I would lash out at my family. That was one of the reasons I ran away, because I couldn't stand hurting them. It may not have been the main reason, but it was one factor. I still think about my family back home, I know that I hurt them a lot by leaving, but I hope they understand that I couldn't take it anymore, and that I didn't want to have a fallout so bad, that I put someone in hospital." I say solemnly.

"I never knew it was that bad." Hiccup says, placing his sword on the ground and taking a seat. "I understand where you are coming from, just not to that extreme extent."

"I wonder if my home realm will ever be merged into this one. Maybe I could ask for a second change with my family, but here on Berk." I say, taking a seat myself. "What would you do, if you were suddenly experiencing visions, hearing and seeing things that aren't there? Being called crazy and delusional. What would you have done?" I ask, though not expecting an answer straight up.

"I honestly don't know." Hiccup replies. Suddenly, a terrible terror flies to me.

"Terror Mail." I say. After reading the reply, I cut our training short. "I have something to go and do. I don't know when I will be back, as it will depend on my meeting with another Chief. Tell Echo and Fives that they should take a day off, and if they don't, have your father order them. Stay safe Hiccup." I say, opening a rift and walking through.

A/N – Just a short intermission to get a better feel for why Vex/Curtis left his realm. Some of the things that happened to him are based off of what has happened to me when I was in school. Just felt like adding a better perspective. For now, Nut Out.