Chapter 4: Dreki

"Dreki" is Old Norse for "dragon." The plural form is "drekar." Just an FYI.

Hope you all had a happy Halloween!


While it was nice to be out in the open air, Team Go-Getters was having little to no luck finding any sign of any Outcast ships.

Always the impatient one, Basan the Torchic grumbled, "Are we there yet?" Stormfly's son, Thorntail, who Basan was riding, squawked, also impatient.

Kickin' Hawk, who was gliding without the aid of a dragon, forced himself to look ahead to avoid glaring at his and Blaze's youngest son. "We get there when we get there!"

"Maybe we should split up," Hiccup suggested. "We'll cover more ground. If anyone finds anything, fire a shot in the air."

No one else had a better idea, so the team went along with it. Unfortunately, no one ended up finding any sign of any Outcasts that day.

The sun was setting as Hiccup and Toothless led the team back to the Ice Caves. "Well, that was a complete waste of time," muttered Hiccup.

"Not a single Outcast boat found!" exclaimed Astrid, incredulous. "And we doubled back over the same area five times!"

"That wasn't the only problem we had," Brandyn mused, tapping his fingers against the strap of his arrow quiver. "Some of us had some trouble controlling our new powers." He cast an eye at Ra, who was napping with Camazotz in the saddlebag attached to Buck's saddle.

"I don't get it," Hiccup sighed. "Even if the Outcasts sent out only a few ships, we would have found them for sure."

Snivels flew up on Verne. "I never caught any scent of them," the Servine said. "They have to be somewhere else."

Hiccup eyed the sun setting over the horizon. "Wherever they may be, we'll have to continue our search tomorrow."

Blaze and Wavern flew up to Adhesive. "How long before our powers wear off?" the Blaziken asked.

"Honestly, it could be any time within the next twenty-four hours," Adhesive said, shrugging.

The rest of the flight to the Ice Caves was in silence.


A roar could be heard throughout the Ice Caves, heralding the return of Hiccup and Team Go-Getters. Toothless was the first through the entrance, folding his wings over his back as he landed. The other dragons and Dragon-type Pokémon followed, and their riders dismounted, all of them with sullen looks on their faces.

Fjord didn't have to ask for the results. "Well, there's always a chance we heard the message wrong. Why don't you all turn in for the night? I'm sure your powers will have worn off by morning."

Hiccup had made the choice of informing Fjord about the H-Men's temporary abilities during the meeting earlier. Especially since the Kyurem would have found out about it eventually.

"I think I'll just work on my shield for a little while," the leader of Team Go-Getters said to no one in particular. He left for the forge, a concerned Toothless following.

Astrid watched her husband leave. "He's normally not that upset after a patrol," she said. "Even when we don't find anything."

"Maybe you should go check on him," Heather suggested. Then her eyes lit up and she turned herself invisible. "Or I can sneak in and see what's up."

Brandyn shook his head. "I think it'd be best if we leave him be for a while," he said. "I may not know Hiccup as well as you all do, but I'm sure he'll come around eventually."

Heather dropped her invisibility. "I was kidding." She added quietly, "Mostly."


It took a while, but Hiccup managed to finish his shield so that it was the way he wanted it to be. If activated correctly, the shield could be converted into a crossbow, from which any projectile could be launched.

Toothless paced back and forth as he watched his trainer work. Every now and then, Hiccup would ask him to add a plasma blast to the forge fire, but otherwise there wasn't much else for the Night Fury to do.

"There," Hiccup muttered to himself as he examined the shield. "I think it's done."

Toothless crooned tiredly. He was just about ready to fall asleep.

Hiccup leaned his shield against the wall and started to leave, Toothless following eagerly. The shield was definitely an improvement compared to most of the other weapons Hiccup had made over the years, back when he was trying to be more like a Viking. The poor boy could still hear the insults of the villagers in his head.

"What a disappointment."

"I have never seen anyone mess up that badly!"

"Is this some kind of a joke to you?!"

"Stop being all of you!"

"You're always messing everything up for everyone!"

"You've thrown your lot in with them. You're not a Viking. You're not my son."

Hiccup clenched his fist tightly, there was something stirring inside him, it felt hot and heavy, like a fireball in his belly. He breathed deep and loud, hoping to calm his nerves. Toothless noticed his rider's condition and warbled worriedly. He nosed Hiccup's hand, but it remained clenched in a fist.

"Worthless," he muttered, his eyes shut tight. "That's what they all called me. No matter how much I try to forget, I can still hear them. Mocking me. Hurting me. Just once, I want them to know what it's like to be treated like that. How it feels to be...useless!" The more he spoke, the more the fire grew. Never in all the years he'd been teased and frowned upon had he felt so...so...

Angry.

Hiccup's eyes suddenly shot open, but they were different. Greener than usual, with slit pupils.

Dragon's eyes.

"Wh-what's happening to me?"

His voice was now a deep, guttural growl.

Toothless ran and cowered underneath a nearby table as Hiccup began to change. The boy fell to hands and knees, gritting his teeth. His fingernails lengthened into claws, scales as black as night traveled up his arms and onto his clothing. Even his prosthetic leg was changing, becoming a set of dragon talons along with his one remaining foot. His scrawny form was replaced with the bulk of dragon muscles, a pair of wings erupting from his back and a tail extending from behind him. His face was the last thing to change. His hair retreated into his scalp as a pair of horns took their place, his teeth became fangs, and his mouth and nose elongated into a snout. Hiccup screamed, but it soon became a roar.

A reasonably frightened Toothless cowered further underneath the table where he was hiding. Whatever Hiccup had become, he didn't want to been seen by it.

The dragon blasted a stream of fire from his mouth. He stomped out of the room on his two sturdy legs, his tail dragging behind him. The dragon examined his hands, now resembling talons, a sneer curling his snout. "Hiccup did get a superpower!" he growled, clenching his fist once again. "Now I can show them all what it's like to be hurt! Hurt like I was!"

The dragon that was once Hiccup spread his wings and took off flying through the tunnels and out into the open air.

Still hiding underneath the table, Toothless crooned out an unheard cry for help.


A fleet of ships was sailing across the sea, nearing their destination quickly with the wind pushing at their sails. As the isle of Berk began to peek out from the horizon, the captain of the vessel chuckled to himself.

"There it is!" laughed Alvin the Treacherous. "Now we just gotta sneak in and make off with as many dragons as possible!"

"And with the Berkians all asleep, snug in their beds," Savage piled on, "They won't notice a thing until we're long gone!"

Alvin's Dusknoir, Hyde, groaned alongside his master's evil laughter. Whether out of anticipation or dread, no one could tell for sure.

They were so busy chuckling over their plan that none of them noticed the pair of eyes in the cloudy and dark sky far above them and their boats. Those eyes didn't need ears to know what was going on down there.

"Outcasts," the dragon growled to himself. Deciding that taking his anger out on those who hurt him on Berk could wait for a little while, he dove upon the unsuspecting Outcasts.

Speaking of which... "Alvin, do you hear something? Like wind?"

"You don't say," the Outcast leader answered skeptically. "I've never heard of wind at sea on a day like this!

"No sir, you don't understand!" Savage protested. "It sounds like something's flying toward us!"

Alvin considered that. "Well...now that you mention it..."

Then the dragon flew past them out of nowhere with a roar reminiscent of a Thunderdrum. Next came the fire, which burned any part of the ships it touched, sending the Outcasts into a panic.

"You fools!" snarled Alvin. "Don't just run around like a bunch of chickens! Fight him off like I trained you to do!"

However, the soldiers had all been trained to do battle with ordinary dragons. This dragon was far from ordinary. He raised his tail and fired a flurry of spines, like those of a Deadly Nadder, at the soldiers, pinning a few of them to the masts of their ships. Any and all crossbow arrows and boulders launched from the crossbows and catapults bounced harmlessly off of his hard scales and thick hide. The same went for the Flamethrower attacks from their many Houndoom.

Deciding he'd delayed his assault long enough, the dragon moved in for the finishing blow. It was the perfect opportunity, as the Outcasts were out of ammo for their crossbows and catapults.

The dragon dove down again, this time plowing right through the structure of the ships. Horns and claws sliced through wood and metal as if they were made of butter, and in no time at all the ships were all reduced to driftwood floating at the mercy of the ocean waves.

By the time the Outcasts resurfaced, the dragon was already moving on. Alvin clutched a piece of driftwood, fuming as he watched the flying reptile head for Berk. "Not one word about this!"

Savage, also grabbing driftwood, sighed, "This isn't really the first time we've been beaten by a dragon, sir."

Hyde dunked Savage's head under the water. The three of them remained in bad moods for the entirety of their long journey home.


The dragon could hear the bustling sounds ahead of him as the people of Berk awoke with the rising sun. It was only a matter of time before someone spotted him. And that someone turned out to be the village scout. Deciding to have a little fun while he was there, the dragon fired a single tail spine at the scout, who scurried down from his post fearfully, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Dreki!"

The word "dreki" was used on Berk to warn of an oncoming dragon raid, back before the Red Death's defeat.

The dragon smiled at the sound of the scout's screaming. I like the sound of that, he thought to himself. Dreki. That's my name.

The scout continued to run, heading for the Great Hall. "Dreki!" he shouted, louder than last time.

Inside the Great Hall, Stoick was about to take a gulp of his morning mead when he heard the frightened cries of the scout. "No one's shouted that word since the war," the chief said, his brows furrowed.

"Seems like forever since I last heard it," Gobber said. "What, with all the forge work that had to be done then."

A loud banging sound got their attention as the doors to the Great Hall burst open. Everyone in the building turned to see the dragon standing in the doorway, his hulking figure towering over even Stoick.

Dreki padded forward on his two taloned feet, his green eyes shifting over every figure in the hall. He found Stoick and his Beartic, Brumous, near the center of the hall and stomped towards them. The chief and his partner didn't show any fear whatsoever, even with the dragon staring the both of them down . Dreki stood a few feet away from Stoick, his green eyes narrowed in anger.

"You."

Several children hid behind their mother's legs at the sound of Dreki's deep, intimidating snarl.

"You hurt people," Dreki snarled. His eyes were locked with Stoick's, oblivious to everyone else in the hall. "You hurt dragons. You hurt everyone! And what for? A stupid little vendetta you've been holding for so many years? You hurt more people than you ever helped. You threw your son away like trash. You never listened to anyone's ideas but your own. You're no chief. You're a coward!"

Stoick subtly reached behind himself for a hammer he had brought with him to the Great Hall.

"You should have been left to die on that island," Dreki continued. "Your son shouldn't have saved you, he should have let the Red Death destroy you! Face it, chief, you're worth more dead than you are alive."

With that, Dreki turned to leave. And if Stoick hadn't swung the hammer at him, he would have left peacefully. Much to the chief's surprise, however, the hammer shattered into several tiny pieces as soon as it slammed against Dreki's back. There was no bruise or cut to indicate the anthropomorphic dragon had sustained any damage from the blow.

Dreki turned and grabbed Stoick's wrist, his eyes flashing dangerously. "You just made a very big mistake, fool." He twisted hard, snapping Stoick's wrist like it was a toothpick. The chief yelled out in pain, the handle of the shattered hammer falling from his grasp.

The Great Hall erupted into pandemonium. Women clambered against each other as they hastily escorted their children out through the doors while every abled man grabbed a weapon and charged at Dreki. No one knew who swung the sword that started the rampage, but Dreki soon turned on all the villagers, the anger Hiccup had kept bottled up inside for so many years fueling his fire.

Soldiers scrambled for the exit as Dreki picked Stoick up by the wrist and started swinging the chief around like a bludgeon. Brumous rose up on his hind legs and swung his paws at Dreki, but the angry dragon easily threw the Beartic aside. Brumous went flying through the doors of the Great Hall before he slammed headfirst into the pillar of a large torch and was knocked out cold.

The dragon easily pushed past all the men, clawing at the pillars that kept the Great Hall standing. The men barely made it out in time before the mighty building crumbled and collapsed to the ground.

Stoick struggled against Dreki's grip, kicking at the dragon's legs. Dreki responded by slugging him in the gut and throwing him into the village forge. Weapons and shields clattered to the floor as the chief flew through the window and slammed into the wall.

The sight of the unconscious chief and Pokémon partner prompted all of the Pokémon indoors, away from the rampaging dragon. Sadly, they were pretty much the only ones on the island who were smart enough to know this was a fight they couldn't win.

"Hey!"

The sudden shout caught Dreki's attention. He turned to find an overconfident Snotlout and a very reasonably anxious Fishlegs standing a few dozen feet away. The Jorgenson boy was wielding a mace. "You wanna mess with a Viking? Try me!"

A smirk curling his snout, Dreki charged straight at the duo.

Fishlegs whimpered, "Snotlout, I think this is a bad idea!"

"Quiet, Guppylegs!" Snotlout snapped.

The Ingerman turned out to be right. Dreki raised his claws to swipe at them, prompting Snotlout to bring up his mace in defense. Needless to say, Dreki sliced through his weapon like it was a twig.

Stunned, Snotlout watched the spike-balled end of the mace fall to the ground before throwing the blunt end of the weapon at the dragon. The broken piece of wood bounced harmlessly off of Dreki's scales. The dragon growled threateningly at Snotlout.

"Goodbye," squeaked Fishlegs before he took off running in the other direction, leaving a terrified Snotlout at the mercy of the angry dragon.


"What do you mean the Outcast ships have been destroyed?" Astrid asked, her eyes wide in shock.

"I mean they've been destroyed," Fjord replied. "Something attacked them, and apparently it was some kind of dragon."

Toothless suddenly bounded in, his eyes still wide from what he had witnessed the night before. Snivels listened to the dragon's warbling, his eyes widening at what he heard.


Back on Berk, Snotlout was frantically running around and screaming like a three-year-old girl, desperate to get away from the rampaging Dreki. The dragon was firing a multitude of tail spines and concussive roars, not to hurt Snotlout, but to let him know what was coming.

"Hookfang! A little help?!" he cried out to the Monstrous Nightmare. Hookfang just snorted as if to say, "Don't go crying to me, you brought this on yourself."

Dreki quickly caught the Jorgenson, grabbing the back of his shirt and lifting him off the ground effortlessly. Snotlout found himself staring into the angry dragon's eyes, which he was sure would haunt his nightmares for the rest of his natural life.

Not wasting any time, Dreki hit Snotlout right in his most sensitive area before throwing him aside like a rag doll. Snotlout curled into the fetal position, clutching his sensitive area, which was throbbing with intense pain.

Dreki would have up and left right then if he hadn't felt something slam into his back. He turned around to find Snivels picking himself up off the ground, having fallen over after colliding with the anthropomorphic dragon.

"Sorry," Snivels murmured. Then he froze at the sight of the intimidating dragon.

Dreki quietly growled. He seemed a little reluctant, but he lowered his head and snarled threateningly at the Servine.

Snivels didn't show any fear whatsoever. "Hiccup, I know it's you." He wasn't speaking loud enough for any of the villagers to hear, since he didn't know what would happen if they found out who Dreki really was. "The rest of the team is on their way right now, just try to calm down."

Please, said a voice somewhere in Dreki's mind. Listen to him. Listen to your friend. He won't hurt you, and you'd never hurt him.

Dreki may have had control over his body, but Hiccup was still in there. The shock of the sudden transformation had kept him from speaking out to himself, but he was talking now.

Slowly, Dreki's expression softened and he crouched, his eyes leveling with Snivels's. He let out a noise that sounded a lot like a Night Fury's purr.

Then the moment was ruined by a flurry of axes, maces and hammers from the desperate villagers bouncing off of Dreki's scales and thick hide. Snarling, Dreki flew over to the forge, reached in through the window and grabbed some weapons. Snivels watched his transformed friend wield the weapons, remembering Gobber's words from the night Toothless had been shot down.

"You can't lift a hammer..."

Dreki lifted up a very large hammer with ease, using it to knock away some of the bulkier Vikings.

"You can't swing an axe..."

Dreki set the hammer down, grabbing a pair of axes and swinging them, deflecting the projectiles that were being thrown at him.

"You can't even throw one of these!"

As the Vikings started to retreat, Dreki dropped the axes and picked up a bola, throwing it at the Vikings with ease. The weapon snared one of the men's legs, causing him to fall to the ground with a dull thud.

A blast of fire suddenly burst against Dreki's head. Eyes flashing with anger, he looked up to see scores of dragons and Dragon-type Pokémon, all with a member of Team Go-Getters riding on their backs, descending upon him.

Dreki roared, nearly bursting Snivels's eardrums, and reared up. The spines on his back and tail glowed a faint orange before he blasted his own fire right at them. The dragons scattered to avoid the blast, but the Grapple Grounders didn't move fast enough and ended up getting singed. Buck and Brandyn tumbled out of the sky and onto the ground, bruised but alive.

Astrid landed Stormfly in the plaza and quickly dismounted, throwing her axe at Dreki. The dragon easily dodged it. Then, to his surprise, the axe changed direction in midair and came flying at him from behind.

The other H-Men still had their powers.

Not wasting a moment, Dreki caught the handle of the axe. But the weapon didn't stop. It kept flying by, dragging him with it through the air and into some of the buildings throughout the village. Finally, Dreki let go, and the axe went flying back into the hands of its owner.

Before the dragon could lunge for Valkyrie, he felt something tickling his nose. He looked down to find Xylia holding some dragon nip under his snout. Instead of relaxing, however, Dreki sneezed, and the blades of grass went flying all over the place.

Dreki was steaming with rage now. He had Kickin' Hawk trying to hold him in a headlock, but the dragon easily shook him off and raised his arms to punch him.

"Dreki smash!"

The Hawlucha barely managed to avoid his fists, and he ended up slamming the ground, causing a minor quake.

A black streak zoomed over the ocean, accompanied by the sound of shrieking. Toothless swooped in, with Ebony helping him fly by acting as his tail. The female held on tight to her mate's tail, steering them both with her own tail. Both Night Furies fired a plasma blast, but Dreki shielded himself with his wings.

Things got worse when Dreki felt something scratching him under the chin. Feeling around, he grabbed an invisible arm and threw the person aside. Invisi-Girl cried out as she went flying, visible once again, but fortunately she ended up landing in Brandyn's arms. The two locked eyes and blushed.

Heatwave and Jiraiya attacked next. The Greninja teleported here and there, firing Water Shurikens from every direction. The Blaziken, meanwhile, launched a Flamethrower before manipulating it with her potion-given pyrokinesis. Of course, Dreki's scales were fireproof, so Blaze's powers didn't affect him at all. Several of Ninjark's Water Shurikens hit his head, dampening it. But even with his head wet, he could still use his fire. Blistering heat burst through the area as Dreki's scales ignited like a Monstrous Nightmare's. He then unleashed a flurry of tail spines, now aflame, which Blaze and Ninjark barely avoided.

Now came Solarizer and Lunarizer. Ra with his laser eyes, and Camazotz making energy constructs resembling arrows and knives. The energy constructed weapons bounced harmlessly off of Dreki's scales and the laser eyes missed him completely. He took a breath, ready to fire, when a stream of fire came out of nowhere and blasted down his throat.

Amber, who had fired the Flamethrower into Dreki's mouth, dismounted Ebony as she and Toothless landed nearby. Her fire didn't have the desired effect, as Dreki swallowed it down and fired a blast of his own fire at them, which they barely avoided.

Dreki found himself surrounded by the entire team, each member determined yet cautious.

Snivels had been watching the fight from his hiding place behind the food storage shed. It wasn't hard for him to notice a connection with Dreki's powers. Whispering Deaths were immune to the effects of dragon nip, and so was Dreki. Gronckles didn't like being scratched under the chin, and neither did Dreki. Scauldrons and Thunderdrums were aquatic dragons, so Dreki could still breathe fire when he got wet. Fireworms consumed firecomb gel, or fire in general, without any harm, and so could Dreki.

Eyes lighting up with realization, Snivels ran out past Dreki. He found Astrid about to throw her axe at the dragon again and stopped her. "No! It won't work!"

All of Team Go-Getters, including Dreki, stopped the fight and listened.

"His powers are based on the dragons he's encountered," Snivels explained. "The combined strengths of certain species are canceling out a normal dragon's weaknesses!"

Astrid lowered her axe, eyeing Dreki. "Then we'll have to try something else."

Heather tried to turn invisible, but instead she ended up only fading in and out of sight. "I can still see myself," she said, looking at her hands.

"Your powers are wearing off!" Adhesive exclaimed in despair. "Someone do something, quick!"

Dreki started forward, snarling. But before he could reach them, Hiccup spoke out to him again. No! Don't hurt them! They're my friends! They're YOUR friends! Dreki stopped, uncertain. "They hurt me," he mumbled. Then he spread his wings and took off, heading in the direction of the forest.

Watching the dragon leave, Astrid took Snivels aside. "That was Hiccup, wasn't it?"

Snivels nodded wordlessly.

"Get everyone back to the Ice Caves," she ordered. "I'll deal with Dreki."


Dreki didn't stop flying until he reached the cove. Spotting the area where Hiccup had bonded with Toothless, the dragon swooped in and landed near the pond. He sat down, staring at his reflection in the water.

The sound of wingbeats alerted him to the arrival of Astrid and Toothless, but he didn't bother to look up at them. The Night Fury landed not far from where Dreki was sitting, and allowed Astrid to dismount him.

"Why are you here?" asked Dreki, avoiding her eyes. "You hurt me, too, you know."

"I did hurt you," Astrid confirmed. She approached him slowly, in case he planned on lashing out, stopping when she was a few feet away. "And I've never regretted anything more than that. I know how you feel, Dreki. All of that anger, it makes you do things you'd never do otherwise. I've made that mistake several times. I hurt the one I care about most. You don't have to."

Dreki finally looked at her. His pupils were dilated, showing that he was calm. He stood and turned toward her, but made no move to attack.

Astrid took that as a sign to extend her hand out to him. "Take my hand, Dreki. Let me show you there's a better way." She locked eyes with him. "Just like someone once did for me."

Dreki's wings drooped as he stared at Astrid's extended hand. It was her left hand, so her wedding ring was in plain sight. Dreki's pupils dilated some more, the diamond on the ring shining in his eyes. This girl didn't want to hurt him, she wanted to help him. Just like she'd helped Hiccup that one night.


Without warning, she punched him in the arm. "That's for kidnapping me," she said, matter-of-factly.

Startled and confused, Hiccup turned to Toothless, Verne, and Snivels. The black dragon and the Noibat were drinking from the lake, with Snivels standing next to them. Snivels noticed his friend's expression and shrugged.

Astrid then nervously brushed some strands of hair out of her eyes. She grabbed Hiccup by the front of his shirt, pulled him in, and kissed him on the cheek. "That's for...everything else." She turned and walked away.


Dreki shook his head as the memory faded. He lifted his clawed hand to his left cheek, rubbing the spot where she'd kissed him that night. His eyes drifted back to her outstretched hand. Hesitating slightly, he lowered his hand from his cheek and grabbed her hand tightly.

All at once, Dreki started changing. He got smaller and smaller, his tail and wings retracting into his body as his claws shortened into fingernails. Clothing replaced scales, and his left leg reverted to a prosthetic.

Hiccup started to fall forward, but Astrid caught him. He glanced up and found himself staring into her eyes. Smiling, he embraced her tightly, uttering just loud enough for her to hear, "Thank you."

Astrid wasted no time hugging him back, ignoring Toothless's croon of tenderness.


No one had been killed in Dreki's rampage, but it would be a while before Stoick and Brumous recovered from their injuries. No one knew who Dreki was, and with Splice's ability to create false memories in effect, they wouldn't know for a while.

The sun was setting over the Ice Caves when Astrid found Hiccup in their room, sitting on the bed by himself. The H-Men's powers had all worn off, so he was completely Dreki-free until he were to consume the Power Potion again.

Astrid sat down next to her husband. "You okay?"

"Not really," Hiccup replied. He didn't look at her, he just stared at his clasped hands.

"The potion has worn off," Astrid reminded him gently. "You're not Dreki anymore."

Sighing, Hiccup replied, "I know, but all of that anger, it...it came from inside me. And it's still there." He shut his eyes. "I don't want anyone to get hurt because I can't control it."

Now understanding his distress, Astrid laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Hiccup, having all of that anger inside you doesn't make you a monster." He lifted his eyes to look at her, and she gave him a small smile. "Knowing when to let it out is what makes you a man."

Speechless, Hiccup threw his arms around his wife, hugging her tightly. "Thanks for understanding."

"Of course," Astrid said, returning the embrace. "I wouldn't be a good wife if I didn't show any empathy, right?"

Hiccup couldn't help but breath a laugh. Positively high with giddiness, he pulled away and pressed a kiss to Astrid's mouth. Though momentarily shocked, Astrid didn't hesitate to return his affection.

Unbeknownst to the couple, Snivels and Adhesive were watching from the doorway, the door opened only a crack so they wouldn't be seen. The duo shut the door and turned to find the rest of Team Go-Getters waiting in anticipation.

Snivels gave them all a smile. "It's okay. He's okay."

Now the team was whole again. Even without special abilities or powers, every member played a part, whether big or small.

"Wait a minute," Adhesive said suddenly. "Astrid said that when Hiccup changed back, he still had his clothing and prosthetic leg. They actually transformed with him! How is that even possible? I mean, yeah, logic works differently in each dimension, but still!"


The morning afterwards, Snivels waited patiently for Toothless to join him and Hiccup for breakfast. The Night Fury padded over, a look of happiness and pride on his face.

Before Snivels even had to ask, Toothless gestured with his head to Ebony, who was napping. Snivels nudged Hiccup and pointed to Ebony. The female Night Fury's stomach was distended.

Hiccup couldn't help but grin. There was no translation needed.


If you find yourself down and out, there's always a hero for you to turn to. They may not be the kind of hero you're hoping for, but if they can help you find a way to make yourself useful, you can be a hero in your own way.


The H-Men will return.

In the meantime, reviews are appreciated.