Many doubts were going through the viking's minds as they heard Hiccup talk about his adventures while he was gone. How he went to Rome, a place called China, and even proved that the world was round.

But one thing was for certain. Hiccup was unknown to them. He had changed, for better or worse, many couldn't decide. Every now and then Astrid would peck her husband on the cheek, or he'd kiss her forehead. Pache was back at her mother's house resting. It had been three days since the fight, and people had bonded with dragons on their own.

But, Astrid had insisted on training new people who needed a little help with their dragons. So, the killing arena had become the dragon training academy. Hiccup and Pache were staying in Astrid's house while they were on Berk, and any other time they might be there in the future. The young girl's wounds had stopped bleeding, and the stitches got to be taken out, but the whips marks, and the cuts on her eye would scar.

But, to cheer her up her mother had told her, "It's only fun if you get a scar out of it." It worked and Pache was ecstatic to have a scar like her dragon's, like her father was missing his left foot and Toothless was missing his left tail.

Currently everyone was having a celebration in the great hall. They weren't able to do it earlier because of repairing homes and restocking supplies, which thanks to the dragons' help, was quick work. Every now and then there'd be some conflict, but it was quickly solved by Hiccup and Toothless. Many dragons, mainly those who didn't have riders, went back to the nest, but others, even ones who didn't have riders, stayed. Some went to the woods, and some had nests by the cliffs or shores of Berk.

It seemed everything was right for a change. Hiccup and his father hadn't talked much, but they did acknowledged each other. They were either too busy, or thought it too awkward to socialize with each other after the fight in Stoick's hut.

"What did you do after you were surrounded?" a little kid asked Hiccup who was currently speaking about his trip to a place called Corona.

"Well, two by two each person charged, but were quickly beaten down by Toothless and I. Then…"

"He made the signal and I swooped down and knocked them upside their heads!" Pache appeared from the shadows and tackled/hugged her parents.

"Whoah, what are you doing here?" Hiccup asked with a happy, yet slightly concerned smile.

"Gothi said I could come here. She told me to make sure I didn't do anything s..strin..strinous?"

"Strenuous?"

"Ya!"

"And running up and tackling us wasn't strenuous?" Astrid asked.

"Hey, I don't even know what it means, don't judge." Pache defended herself using her five year old innocence, even though she secretly did know what it meant.

"Alright, alright, just sit next to us okay? We don't want you to hurt yourself again."

"Wait, back up." Astrid said. "You seriously involved her in a fight with a group of trained assassins in a place outside the archipelago?" Her tone was angry, but with a slight hint of pride that her daughter was an even better fighter then she was as a child.

"Ya, he even let me fight with him in the war with the Chinese and Mongols and..." Her mother's face was turning red with anger, but before things got physical her father clamped a hand over her mouth.

"I think that's enough storytelling for one night, don't you think?" The other vikings around him laughed and began to share their own stories. On the far side of the rom, a young terrible terror was carried into the room by Striker. Pache gasped.

"Fiendish!" She ran over and hugged the little dragon who was now a week old, and could leave the nest. "Thank you for bringing him Striker!"

Said dragon smiled and said, "Well, he can't talk much, but all he could say, over and over again, was your middle name. He must've heard Toothless say it."

"Treacherous!" Fiendish said joyfully and nuzzled Pache.

A few hours later, Pache was sitting on her mother's lap, who was doing her hair. Striker was playing with the other children, and Fiendish was sitting on "Treacherous's" lap while she pet him. It seemed no troubles would come, but then again I've said this multiple times before.

A grumpy old man strolled into the great hall and stepped over and dodged a few drunken vikings, heading toward the Haddock family, where Stoick and Hiccup were finally talking. Upon seeing the old man coming, Stoick said, "Mildew." He tried to sound good about it, but failed, making somewhat of a groan.

"Stoick, the dragons are all over my cabbages. I can't do a single thing about them. They just won't listen!" Mildew complained.

"Mildew, there's one place on Berk I told the dragons to avoid. Your farm." Hiccup told him.

But the old man knew just what to say. "Well, they sure aren't listening to you."

"Then what do you suggest we do? It's your farm."

Mildew made a face suggesting he was thinking, even though he didn't have to. "Why don't you get that girl of yours to do it? I mean, she's already dragon enough." He walked toward her and patted her shoulder.

Only to get a scream in return. Suddenly, small bolts of electricity ran from Pache's arm to Mildew's, shocking him and making him fall to the ground. Astrid also got slightly shocked, but nothing too harmful. She jumped off her mother's lap to the floor where her eyes were in slits, wide and fearful, and her body was running with electricity.

"He… he…" She stammered.

"Pache! Wha…" Her father reached out for her, but she scrambled back.

"NO, don't touch me! I don't want to hurt…" Another bolt split down from the roof of the building, separating her father from her.

"EVIL, it's evil I tell you! The girl's been cursed, and made Thor angry by stealing his power of thunder!" Mildew screeched.

Pache, frightened and sad, ran out of the great hall to the forest, where she hoped she'd be safe. Her father tried calling out for her, but she kept going, lightning crackling in the distance. Angry, Astrid walked toward Mildew.

"What is your problem?!" She shouted as the old man got up.

"My problem? I was simply pointing out a pest problem when that-that… she devil tried to kill me!" He defended himself.

"She's only five years old, she wouldn't kill anybody!"

"She killed Alvin." Mildew smirked as the couple's faces turned white. He had stumped them. "That girl is dangerous, and Thor has said so himself! Look at the mark on the ground. That bolt can only have been made from a god himself!"

"Thor didn't curse my daughter!"

"Then how do you explain her inhuman abilities, hmm?"

"She just…" Hiccup couldn't explain them. She couldn't have gotten her powers from them. She couldn't have gotten them from any dragon. Unless… "...has an extraordinary bond with her dragon, one so special that it effects both of them."

"I haven't seen anything different with the dragon." Mildew sassed back.

Hiccup simply pointed to where Striker was lying with a bunch of children on her, sleeping. "She hates being climbed on by hatchlings. Also, she's sleeping when Pache's out there. They have a bond so well that they can look at each other and know what the other is thinking. They can contact each other in their dreams, and even share the same power. I have the same thing with Toothless, minus the powers."

"That's ridiculous! You expect me to believe that…"

"You expect me to belive my FIVE YEAR OLD daughter is CURSED BY THOR? You're crazy Mildew!" Astrid cut him off.

"I refuse to believe that a little freak like her wouldn't be cursed!" Mildew shouted back. Astrid lost it, and charged him, only to be stopped by Hiccup. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she got her lethalness from her mother." Astrid escaped Hiccup's grasp, but more vikings came to stop her. All together, there was at least 8 holding her back.

"Way to feed the fire Mildew, don't you want to live?" Hiccup said over Astrid's stream of curses.

"Alright, THAT'S ENOUGH!" Stoick shouted over the crowd of vikings, but Astrid still had to be held down.

"Lemme at him chief, I won't make his death that painful… much." She said, causing Mildew's eyes to go wide due to the fact he was the only one who heard that last part.

"No Astrid, we need to solve this professionally and not like a lot of mad men."

"What do you suggest we do then? Go outside to look for her. You're nuts if you think I'm going out there." Mildew pointed outside where many bolt of thunder came crashing down.

"Mildew…" Stoick rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance, "...just go home. You've caused enough trouble today."

"Fine, fine, but don't blame me when one of you ends up dead. Don't say I didn't warn you." And the old man left the great hall on the path home that wasn't covered in bolts, but he was nevertheless cautious.

"Alright, moving on. Let's get a search party out there. I want my granddaughter found as soon as possible. Then, the storm can blow over. Who's willing to go?" Nobody raised their hand. "Alright, those who stay can clean the stables tomorrow." Everyone raised their hand. Works every time, Stoick thought.

The search parties were split into five groups, some going throughout the village, and most to the forest.

"So, did you do what I asked?" Alvin asked as he ate a chicken leg for dinner.

"The girl ran off like a frightened deer. Can't you hear the storm?" Mildew replied, eating his fish.

"Excellent, now all we have to do is have a few more incidents. Once the Berkians see just how dangerous that little brat can really be, they'll want to ship her off the edge of the world. Once she's gone, the fun will truly begin." He gave an evil laugh, and thunder crashed in the distance behind him, feeding his ferocity.

Out in the middle of the forest, a little girl with her eyes in slits, and lightning crashing all around her heard that laugh, and it made her run harder. She wanted to get away from the man, and tried to convince herself he was gone.

But how could he be gone when she could feel his presence on the hand of that old man? The answer was simply unknown.