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And thanks, Ladipretender, for editing this story for me! :D

And I know people are saying that the present part is too short, well, that changes now. From this chapter, the present part and the flashback are probably going to be around the same or the present will be bigger than the flashback.

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Previously, Bork's trained dragons spotted a single ship on the horizon so Hiccup and Cami went to investigate. They found out it was a drifting Berkian's ship and Hiccup decides to bring them to their tribe.

Chapter 9

Welcome to the Strike Tribe

Hiccup was nervous. Not to mention scared, and apprehensive. He gulped as his father stirred. All the Hooligans found on the ship were put in the beds of the communal hut they built the first time they landed there. It was day, but since they had closed every window and door, the place was considerably dark, with only a gap in the window right behind Hiccup.

Since he had lost the helmet he used with his flying gear, he couldn't utilize it to hide his face, so he had to improvise with a hooded cloak. And that's also why he left the only source of light behind him; with the hood on, his father would only see his silhouette. For Hiccup, his father believed he was a disgrace to the tribe and their whole tradition and he probably didn't want to see him ever again. Hiccup didn't really want to know how much his father hated him, so he chose to hide himself.

"Where am I?" His dad's voice called him out of his reverie.

Nostalgia filled up his heart, it had been five years since he last heard that voice, and he barely remembered how it sounded. Hiccup had sat in front of his father for a couple of minutes now, and he couldn't help but notice the white hair sprinkled in his beard, he was sure the Hooligan didn't have it when he had last seen him.

"You're safe. You're all safe." Hiccup said giving him a cup of water, which Stoick gratefully accepted. "We found your ship off of our shores. We're fixing it. Would you mind if I asked what happened?"

"What happened? Dragons, of course. As soon as we saw those beasts we attacked, but they made a mess of our boat…" Hiccup exchanged looks with Camicazi. The dragons around this place were usually kind and docile, since they lived around good people, but if they were attacked, they'd certainly defend themselves with all they had. "Thanks for saving us. We're very grateful. But where is your chief? I bet he'd like to talk to us."

"I am the chief. And it's okay. We don't need anything in exchange, if that's what you're thinking." Hiccup knew that was it, his father was definitely a good leader, and if he received help from strangers, he'd want to compensate them somehow. "There's food and water over there. I think you've been drifting for a few days, so you're all probably very tired. Heather will show you around the village as soon as you're fed and well."

"Thanks. I'm Stoick, by the way. Who are you?"

"I-I'm Ric," He almost stuttered, he wasn't thinking about a fake name, so he used the same one he had when he introduced himself to the Bog Burglars. Camicazi tried hard not to laugh, she managed to just smile a little, luckily no one but Hiccup noticed. "And this is Camicazi." He introduced her. "We took your weapons, but we'll give them back once your ship is entirely repaired and you can go."

"Okay, but why'd you take them? It's not like we'd attack. It's not only stupid since we're at a disadvantage but also an outrage."

"Just for safety. We don't want you to accidentally attack any member of our tribe." Then, he nodded to the girl standing next them, it was a signal. She whistled and it only took a couple of seconds for a purple Terrible Terror to enter the hut by the half open window and land in her arms.

"This is Stormcloud. She's harmless and a very dear friend. And so are the other dragons here." She explained while Stoick was totally agape. His hands instinctively tried to get a weapon, but he found none. The little dragon just looked at him curiously, not daring to leave her human's embrace.

"Please don't try to attack, it'll only scare them. I know you hate dragons, I'm not asking you to like them, just not to attack while you're on our island. Don't worry, it'll only take around a day. Two, tops." Hiccup said raising his hands as he tried to calm Stoick down. "We'll leave now, but Heather will come soon to show you around. She'll be your guide and this is the place where you'll stay for the night."

As he stood up, he felt the need to lean on the chair's backrest. He was indeed feeling better, but he wasn't feeling totally fine yet. When he was sitting, lying down or even on his feet, he barely felt any pain at all. It only hurt when he moved. However, Stoick noticed that weakness.

Both hosts left hut and Stoick looked at the other Hooligans, quickly waking them up. As soon as he was outside, Hiccup found Heather, who wasn't too far away.

"Heather, I want you to guide our guests around the island. Don't let them attack anyone. I think it'd be better to keep your dragon away for a few minutes; we don't want them to get too startled. And if you need to refer to me, call me chief, or Ric. Just don't use Hiccup. I already told Bork to warn the people of this. They can't know who I really am, got it?"

"Yes sir. I'll remember that, you can count on me."

It didn't take too long for Heather to knock on the communal hut's door. Stoick's opened it. All of the guests were up, had eaten the food and drank the water. But they were suspicious and ready to defend themselves. They certainly didn't trust any dragons or those who ride them.

"I suppose you're Heather," the Hooligan's chief said dryly.

"Yes, I am. Now, please, follow me." She turned and they slowly got filed out of the wooden house to finally look at the surroundings. The place was beautiful and the view, breathtaking.

The village was considerably small, and probably didn't surpass 50 people, Stoick concluded. Berk had around 250 people. But the landscape resembled Berk a lot, as well as the majority of the other Viking islands.

"The name of our village is the Strike Tribe." She began, and Snotlout soon forgot about the danger to walk beside her.

"Hey, babe, why don't you take me on a private tour?"

"Thanks, but no. Now please pay attention." She ignored the fact that she blushed around him. Snotlout was still an over confident player, he usually hit on Astrid, but she took him down so many times he kinda gave up already. The blonde was definitely relieved with it.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart."

"As I was saying, it was founded around 3 years ago. The name they gave to the island is Drakheim, from the union of the words 'dracon' and 'heim', meaning 'dragon' and 'residence' respectively, so the meaning is something like 'the house of the dragons'. And it does make sense, they lived here before we started living here and they accepted us, besides, for now it is the only place they can live in peace with humans."

Heather started the explanation walking around the island and being followed by the Hooligans, who were looking around cautiously, though not all of them were paying attention to what she was saying or their surroundings, for example, the twins, because they never took anything seriously.

"We basically have three levels. Here is like the 'up floor', per say. It was where the village really started. When the founders landed the first time, they constructed the hut you were in, so they could all stay safely for the nights while they built everything they needed. All the houses this level belong to the people who first started living here. And there's also a forge, right over there." She pointed to the furthest construction. "We don't have a proper blacksmith, but Ric, our leader can do anything in there, and he's been teaching youngsters like Hall and Sten who also like to work in there."

"And what are those things?" Fishlegs asked, pointing out.

"Those are the feeding stations for the dragons. They help us fish and then we leave the excess in those so they can eat as much as they want. It also serves to welcome new dragons, they're drawn to food and when they can get it safely, they feel at home." She answered. "Now come with me. We'll go down the rocky stairs."

"Downstairs is the 'middle level', where all the other houses are. You might realize that the 'up level' didn't have enough space to have all of the houses, it was a considerably small level, actually." Stoick noticed how the 'middle' one was similar to Berk, vast, green and with a lot of new houses, though clearly not as many as his home, but they had a big space between the houses, where dragons were walking happily around. There were also more feeding stations and a big wooden door on the rock wall, kinda similar to Berk too.

"Is that your Great Hall?" Astrid asked.

"Yes, it is. Notice that the 'up level' is right above the Great Hall. We only managed to dig the space for it with the dragons' help. By the way, using those stairs, you'll get to the 'down level', where our docks are. We don't use them much though; we usually use dragons to travel. You can go there later and see how Garth's doing with your ship repairs. But now let me show you our Great Hall."

Heather quickly walked and opened the wooden doors, being followed closely behind. The place was huge, enormous even. It was probably two times bigger than Berk's and Stoick wondered the reason for that until he saw a couple of dragons sleeping on one side and another few following some humans. The place was so big so it could shelter the dragons as well. And it was working.

The place's walls were covered by wooden shelves, to give a more cozy and warm feeling than the rocks that were behind them. There was an enormous bonfire spot in the middle of it, so it could lighten and warm the ambience. Some tables were disposed around the place; they were, in Stoick's opinion, awfully far from away from the other, probably to give space to the dragons to walk around freely.

"And wha's tha?" Gobber asked in his heavy accent, pointing to what he wanted to know.

"They're the Red Death's teeth." She answered, but before she could continue, he laughed.

"You can't be serious, girl. Nothing alive can be so big. Those teeth are bigger than I am!"

"It is true, sir. Our leader fought it and won four years ago. The Red Death was an enormous dragon-eating monster that enslaved and controlled them to bring her food. It was like a queen of a beehive. When she was killed, the dragons were set free from her control, that's why they don't really raid like before. Maybe a little bit for themselves, sometimes they can be hostile, but that's usually because they're defending themselves. Just like what happened before you get here. Ric told me you attacked. A dragon is nice and gentle to you as long as you are kind to them."

"That scrawny young man fought a huge monster and won?" Snotlout asked, skeptical. Stoick would have asked himself, but he was still too outraged by everything he was seeing to bother asking anything. The young warrior hadn't seen him yet, but Stoick had described him earlier.

"He wasn't alone. He did it with a wonderful, fiendishly clever plan and the power of a great and fast dragon. He almost lost his life and he did lose part of his left leg back then." She didn't know why it was so hard for them to believe it, she did right from the beginning, but maybe it was because she saw the indescribable look on Hiccup's face when he told her the story while he was showing her the village. The twins debated if they believed it or not, Fishlegs was agape, probably imagining the size of the dragon, Astrid wasn't really sure, but Stoick and Gobber didn't know what to think.

"I don't really care about plans or his life. He's a traitor for befriending the enemy and I want to kick his butt, right now!" Snotlout declared, he was only thinking about impressing Heather, his limited brain didn't really think that she wouldn't want him to do any such thing and therefore it might have the opposite effect that he wanted. However, Snotlout was indeed furious with the man for betraying the whole tradition that he grew up believing. He looked around and saw a tall and thin man, with a prosthetic replacing his left leg. It should be easy to engage him, Snotlout thought, he only needed a weapon. Without even blinking, he reached for a man's sword next him and charged in the direction of the so-called chief of the tribe.

Hiccup had his hood on, and because it was blocking his peripheral vision, he almost didn't see his cousin ready to attack him. Luckily, he still managed to dodge at the right time. Hiccup had always been agile, maybe not graceful as he often tripped a lot, but he was fast nonetheless.

Snotlout thought that the man's movements would be sloppy and uncoordinated, probably because of the peg leg, as he saw most Vikings on Berk, like Gobber, hobble to walk. And even though he was hurt, it didn't slow him down. But that didn't stop him from wincing in pain once in a while.

The people were surprised; even the Hooligans didn't expect Snotlout to do that, so no one reacted at first, only hearing the clanging of metal echoing through the Great Hall. Cami knew Hiccup avoided using Inferno unless it was really necessary, so when he was about to draw his fire sword, she threw him her own, calling his attention with his fake name. Hiccup grabbed the handle gracefully in midair with his left hand and quickly held it with both to block the attacks.

Snotlout was strong, Hiccup knew it. He always had been. However, he relied solely on his strength, it was like he was only mindless swinging a metal board, wasting all his energy while Hiccup was merely diverting perfectly or blocking his tries to harm him. He trained almost every day with Camicazi and sometimes with Eret as well, improving his abilities. Even though Cami was very strong for a girl, her techniques compensated for it. She taught Hiccup how to use the enemy's strength against himself, and it was absolutely useful for Hiccup, considering, that just like her he was usually weaker and thinner than the opponent.

For the first time, he realized that his cousin wasn't the ultimate Viking example. Sure he was bulky, strong and fearless. But when it was about hand-to-hand combat, he was just terrible at it. After a couple of minutes, Snotlout was already showing signs of being tired, so Hiccup decided it was time to finish this stupid and useless quarrel. That was when his cousin managed to push him into or up to a table and even hold his sword against the wooden cover. Snotlout was sweating and breathing hard when he firmly held the scrawny right arm against the table, declaring he had won.

Hiccup kept being careful not to let his hood fall, and he was grateful that Snotlout didn't look at him; he was close enough to identify him if he paid any attention.

"Not bad. But you forgot an important detail."

"Oh, yeah? And what'd that be?" he asked a bit sarcastically..

"I'm left handed," Hiccup answered as he twisted his sword to break free from the bulky man's grasp against the wood.

Since Snotlout was surprised and tired, he didn't manage to resist and had to let go, with a swift movement, Hiccup used his sword to knock the weapon from his cousin's hands and efficiently grabbed it before it could hit the ground with his left hand, pointing both blades to Snotlout's neck.

"I guess I won this time." Hiccup was breathing heavily, mostly because of the pain rather than tiredness because he wasn't even sweating. "I'm very disappointed, I expected more from you. Now, I'll be a good host and just pretend this never happened instead of imprisoning you under a Hobblegrunt for the rest of the day, since we don't really have a place to lock you up."

Snotlout was astounded. All the Hooligans were clearly astonished as well. None of them expected so much ability from a scrawny man. Hiccup handed Camicazi's sword to her and the other one too so she could return it to the owner. On the way out, he instructed Heather to ask her dragon to keep an eye on Snotlout. She asked for forgiveness, and he assured her it wasn't her fault. He knew his cousin well enough to see that he was mostly trying to show off.

Stoick was definitely not happy with his nephew's actions. Even though Stoick didn't agree with the dragon thing, they had indeed saved the Hooligans from certain death. A good chief always knew how and when to pick their battles. And Snotlout was not that kind of chief. It was in moments like these that made Stoick mourn the death of his son even more, he knew that Hiccup hadn't been bulky or strong, but he had known how to use his brain and would have made good decisions.

Flashback 9

Only a few months after they started commercializing with the Meatheads, a small group of dragon riders were flying around on their way home, when they spotted something clearly wrong with an island. The small group consisted of Hiccup, Camicazi, Eret, one of his most faithful friends, Ivar, and their respective dragons. Bork didn't really like to fly, so he preferred to stay back on their island.

Camicazi was curious about what had happened to what looked like a destroyed village and they all decided to take a look. The houses of the village were broken and burnt, the smell was awful and there were a few ships on the docks with white wide cloths as if to cover corpses for a Viking funeral. It was eerily silent.

"This place gives me the shivers…" Eret admitted uncomfortably. Windwalker, his green Thunderdrum was following him with observant eyes.

"What happened here? Everyone is just… dead…" The 18-year-old girl asked, concerned, with Stormcloud scared in her arms.

"Not everyone" Hiccup stated. If the corpses had been put in the ships for a funeral, at least one person must have survived. And if that was the case, where was the person?

Toothless was looking from side to side, ready to defend his human if needed. It was so weirdly eerie that the dragon was mistrustful that the place was anywhere close to being safe. Hiccup knew Toothless wanted to get out of there, but he couldn't now. He wanted to know what happened. He walked around a building, searching for clues, when suddenly; a yell came from behind another damaged house.

"Die, dragon!"

Hiccup didn't think twice before drawing his sword and jumping between Toothless and the big, uncontrolled Viking, holding a double headed axe who had yelled. The scrawny young man managed to block the attack and surprise the man in the process.

"Wait! We came in peace! We don't want any trouble!"

"What do you mean? We saw the dragons coming. Where did you come from?"

"On the dragons. Look, please calm down, we are not the ones who caused this mess, so please don't take it out on us," Hiccup tried to reason, lowering his sword as a sign of trust. The man frowned in confusion.

"Wait… You mean you were on the dragons!?"

"Yes. They are our friends," The man found it hard to believe as he looked at the slit pupil eyes of Toothless, who was also growling warningly.

"Like hell I'm gonna put my axe down. That beast will kill me."

"No he won't. If you don't hurt him, he won't hurt you." Hiccup assured him and then turned to his dragon. "Toothless, please calm down. Don't you see you're scaring him?" The dragon looked at his human friend and snorted, his pupils becoming bigger and rounder as if he was trying to look less threatening.

"What kind is this dragon anyway? I've never seen one like it…" Hiccup noticed that the man's grip around the axe handle was getting softer.

"He's a Night Fury, but don't worry, he's very kind once you get to know him."

"What do you want here, Boy?"

"Nothing. We were flying by and we saw something wrong here so we came to investigate. My name is Hiccup, I'm the chief of our tribe. We're peaceful dragon riders." He explained gesturing to his friends a couple of meters behind him. They noticed the man and they were watching him cautiously. "Who are you?"

"I'm Garth…"

"Nice to meet you, Garth. This is Toothless, my dragon. And if you don't mind me asking, what happened here?"

Garth looked closely at the Night Fury. He was pretty sure there were teeth in that mouth, but he didn't say anything. Slowly lowering his axe, he became a bit more relaxed, not only by the name of the creature, but also because it seemed to be calm and almost gentle. His sad eyes turned to look at his feet.

"They came out of nowhere. They attacked in the middle of the night. We didn't stand a chance against them…"

"Who?"

"The Berserkers. They came once a few months ago, saying that they'd claim our land for themselves and that we were supposed to surrender or else he'd kill everyone. We obviously thought it was some kind of joke and rejected. Two nights ago, they came with an armada of thirty ships. We barely had the time to take the children to a safer place. Everyone who stayed in this part of the island to fight, died."

"I am very sorry…"

"And how did you survive?" Camicazi asked suspiciously, daring to come closer when Garth lowered his weapon. She had heard everything from the distance.

"Cami!" Hiccup's voice scolded her and the girl just shrugged. She was curious and distrustful; Camicazi hadn't spoken sooner only because she was afraid the man might get more angry and attack Hiccup or Toothless.

"I was taking my wife and newborn baby, along with all the children and wounded, to a safe place on the other side of the island. The Berserkers only left this morning, because they were searching for us. They knew there were kids here, and they wanted to finish us all, but luckily they got tired of searching."

"Do you want help with the funeral?" Hiccup asked, looking at the ships covered with the white cloths. There was almost an entire tribe in there. This thought made a shiver run down his spine. How could any human make such destruction?

"No need for that. I'll just go call the kids. They already know what happened, but I didn't want them to see all this…"

"We could at least help to pull those boats into the open sea for you."

"Well, that'd actually be helpful…" He wondered out loud, he was tired and sorrowful. "But, tell me boy, yah said you're part of a tribe of dragon riders?"

"Yes. We're the Strike Tribe" Camicazi answered. "But we're not very numerous, what you see here is just about half of us."

"Yah´re only eight and you call yourself a tribe?"

"Technically, there are ten humans. But counting the dragons we're almost thirty. They're part of the tribe too."

"Well, it's not like we're much more than that now…" The man replied sadly.

"Garth!" A young voice called out coming quickly. "Where are you? Is everything… Okay…" The boy's voice died as he got close enough to see Garth and a few people with nothing less than dragons by their side.

"Sten! I told you not to come!" Garth scolded him. Hiccup instantly noticed similarities between the boy and his own cousin, Snotlout. Although only around 13 or 14 years old, this boy was strong and big, but instead of having dark hair, his was light brown.

"There's a dragon right beside you…" He commented with no reaction, Garth wasn't doing anything and neither was the creature nor the scrawny man next to it.

"I noticed…"

"And it's not attacking…"

"Yeah… that's a long story… Those people and, believe it or not, the dragons came in peace. Yah can warn the others, they'd like to help us with the funeral…"

"Okay, is everything ready? I didn't want you to do it all by yourself…"

"It is better this way, kid. Even if there was no relative of yours, someone so young shouldn't see so many deaths… Now go get the others. And warn them not to attack the dragons. We don't want any more deaths around here."

"Yes, sir."

It didn't take too long for him to come back with more kids. There were also women carrying little babies and some men who were wounded with gauze on their arms and heads. Hiccup expected to see some old people as well, however, there weren't, maybe because they didn't have time to run with them. Even being warned about the dragons, the people were suspicious and scared, some probably didn't believe until they saw the flying lizards standing calm and peacefully around some unknown humans.

Hiccup quickly introduced himself and his friends, reassuring everyone that the dragons were harmless, even the frightening Night Fury. They didn't seem willing to believe, but they were obviously too sad and grieving to care. If they weren't going to be attacked, then it was fine. Camicazi noticed the mood and it was enough to erase all the worries and suspicions she once had.

The dragons and their riders helped to take the boats out of the docks and into the open sea, not too far away, just enough to begin the ceremony. Hiccup heard some children crying and he remembered his home. With the dragons attacking, some deaths were most likely to happen, for example, his own mother, although he was too young to remember that clearly. He also wondered that with the destruction of the Red Death the raids became less customarily.

The boy from before, Sten, Hiccup remembered, grabbed a bow and an arrow to stand in a line besides Garth. The wounded and the little children were on the shore behind the docks, while the older ones followed Sten on the line to say farewell in the Viking funeral ceremony.

Without asking, Hiccup decided to grab a bow and arrow as well and walked next to Garth, who just nodded in agreement. He was the first one to shoot, and soon Hiccup and the youngsters followed him. As they watched the flaming ships get further away, the cries slowly died down, replaced by a mourning silence.

Hiccup looked at the line of youngsters on his side and couldn't help but notice the guy named Sten put a solidary hand on another boy's shoulder. The boy seemed to be around the same age as him, but he was different, he was almost like Hiccup and Bork, although he wasn't as thin and scrawny, but was short and weak looking. It made Hiccup wonder for a minute or two how people so different could be friends, then, he remembered Toothless, his best friend who wasn't even the same species, and it would've made him laugh, if he wasn't too sad about the whole situation.

"Garth… " Hiccup called softly. The man looked back at the one who said his name, by this time, the ships were almost out of sight. "I know it is hard for all of you, but I was thinking that they might come back. And worse, they might get all of you. I have a proposition for you. We are a small tribe but we have dragons and a nice island that few know the location of. It is a safe place. Maybe it'd be better for you to come with us at least for a while. We could protect you all for as long as you stay with us. What do you think?"

"Are yah serious, Boy?" He asked, looking confused. "Why'd yah do that?"

"Because I just can't leave people in need behind," It was the simple, truthful answer.

"But… You have dragons… How can you do that?"

Hiccup gave him a small smile, "Dragons are kind, amazing creatures. And the best part of them is that they don't judge you by what you are or what you look like. They only care about who you are inside and what your actions are. If you're good to them, they'll be good to you."

Garth and the remaining member of this tribe reunited to discuss if they'd go or not. All of them were sad and scared about the entire situation. But they're been through a lot and were willing to listen, maybe, mostly because they were frightened by the possibility of the Berserkers coming back. The majority of the people decided to accept the proposition, and the few who didn't ended up going anyway because staying alone in the remains of the island and unprotected was definitely not a better option.

Eret's friend, Ivar, befriended a Typhoomerang, and because this type of dragon was so big, it managed to take a lot of people at once. They could have gone by sail, but since almost all the better ships were used for the funeral and because it'd take too long to get there, they decided to go by flying. Another problem with sailing there was the sea flow, it was too strong and it was usually difficult to keep the ship on course. It took around five trips on the Typhoomerang to get everyone to their island, which they named Drakheim.

When they were all at the island, Hiccup and Camicazi explained everything about the first rider (which made Hiccup be a little embarrassed) and about how all the dragons were being forced to raid by the Red Death. Some of the older people from the village mentioned that the raids practically stopped two years before, the same time that Hiccup and Toothless destroyed the dragon queen.

"I don't want to seem ungrateful, but I don't really believe it…" Said one of the boys, he was actually the one Hiccup saw earlier with Sten. He seemed to be the skeptical kind of person who needed proof to believe in something. Stubborn like most Vikings, but he was not brainless-looking like the most of them, his eyes showed intelligence and carefulness.

"But it is the truth, kid," Camicazi told him quickly, she didn't like when people disbelieved in her.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but I just don't believe any living thing could be that big."

"You know, what? If it's proof that you need, that's what you'll get," Hiccup declared with a smirk.

Two days later, Camicazi and Hiccup took Sten and the skeptical boy, named Hall, to Dragon Island, where there were remains of the horrible dragon queen. Only then, did he manage to understand the size and the peril of that enormous monster.

"It's… it's… I don't have words for it…" Hall mumbled as he looked at all the teeth and broken bones sprawled onto the rocky shore.

"Told yah!" The girl exclaimed proudly. She had seen the beast still alive more than once and it was terrifying. Hall had to use his imagination to try and comprehend its full size, but looking at the teeth, he guessed it could easily swallow a Monstrous Nightmare whole.

"You know what, maybe you should take some things to serve as proof. Like the teeth and put them in the Great Hall or something…" The boy suggested.

"We don't need proof, almost no one doubts it…"

"I beg to differ. And I didn't mean only as proof to people who don't believe. It could also serve as a memento, to everyone. Of the truth about the dragons. Even for future generations"

Hiccup shrugged. Why not? He thought. Next thing he knew, he was coming back and once again asking for Ivar's Typhoomerang's help to take two teeth they found there was in one piece and placed it in both sides of the Great Hall's walls.

One year passed since the survivors joined the Strike Tribe and they were now fully integrated. At first, they had only planned to stay for a while, but as they got used to the place, befriended dragons and liked Hiccup's leadership (even though he was gone a lot).

It was unusual for a Viking tribe to have a chief as caring and smart as him. A chief that had surprised everyone by creating the feeding stations, the fire prevention system, the flying suit to fly alongside his dragon, and even an intricate a fire sword. Hiccup was a pacifist; he didn't really like to fight, but he understood the importance of knowing how to use a sword in combat. Though the fire sword, Inferno, was not created to be used in such a fashion; he made it when he realized dragons liked to see the flames dancing and that the lizards saw him as an equal when he showed he could also manipulate fire. However, he could also use it to surprise his enemies or as a fighting advantage, since it was unexpected and hidden in the handle by his right thigh.

It was when Hiccup and Camicazi were around 19 that Eret spotted a stranded boat on a small nearby small island and found a girl inside it. She was unconscious, so he and his dragon, Windwalker, took her to Drakheim. When she woke up, they introduced themselves to her.

"I'm Heather," she said yet a little bit scared.

"What happened to you, Heather?" Eret asked, "I found you and a boat stranded on a close by island."

"My village was attacked. I managed to escape, but lost control of the boat. The waters around here are too strong… I was caught up in a storm and then I got here…"

"I'm sorry about that…" Hiccup said sadly.

"Don't worry…" She mumbled.

"What can we do to help you?"

"Well, hum…" Her voice stopped the moment she saw a black dragon behind them, and jumped backwards yelling. She almost fell from the bed she had been given inside of the communal hut they made when they first came to the island. Since they all made houses for themselves, it now served as a temporary quarters or a guesthouse.

"Oh, don't worry, this is Toothless. He's harmless."

"Wait, am I in that island where people ride dragons?"

"How do you know about that?" Camicazi asked, her voice had a clearly suspicious tone.

"People have been spotting you lately. And the Meatheads have spoken about a tribe that befriended dragons that go there on Market Day once in a while…" Heather explained.

"Really? So we're getting famous," Hiccup joked extending a friendly hand to the girl so he could help her up. "Come with me, I'll show you around. And don't be scared, the dragons wont hurt you."

Camicazi raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms as she watched both of them walk out the hut. She soon followed them, watching closely.

"Seems like someone is not the only girl around here anymore…" Bork joked playfully next Camicazi. She glared at him.

"Just shut up, you clearly don't see anything." And then she turned around and walked away, stepping heavily and angrily. Bork sighed, almost chuckling.

"You know what? It's not fair," Eret complained behind Bork, his arms crossed. "I mean, really? I saved her; still, he is the one who gets all the attention. It's not fair, I've been trying to hit on Cami for ages and she only looks at that scrawny, weak guy… What does he have that I don't?"

Bork shrugged and answered softly. "Charisma, courage, politeness, kindness, green eyes and a Night Fury?"

Eret sighed, very annoyed by the boy's response. He hadn't really wanted an answer. His shoulders fell in dismay. "Whatever… You must be right anyway…"

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