In Asgard

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Did our plan work?"

"The plan is still in progress, but is nearing completion. I believe it is going as we planned."

"So are they mates?"

"Yes, Father. It seems they are."

A shadow nodded. "Good. It's a large step towards achieving our goal."

"But Father, the chief..."

"Ah yes ... The chief has yet to show he trusts them. I believe he may have some stubbornness issues."

"All vikings do. Father, please create a dream. I must contact the elder of Berk."

"What exactly will you tell her?"

The other figure scoffed. "I'll only tell her what needs to be told."

Berk; the elder's hut

Gothi was tired. She was old yes, but age didn't matter as she could still perform her duties. Her duties, however, knew no age and thus feasted on her energy.

It had been a long day. She had gone to the mountain to bless one of the villagers new child and had walked back on her own two feet. She had then went to Stoic to ask about the new Night Fury which she had great doubt about. It was a female Night Fury and she knew there was very slim chance of finding another. The laws of nature signified the event as normal. It wasn't unheard of for a species on the verge of extinction to find a mate and repopulate. However, it was the fact the the female could read and write their language that puzzled her. But what puzzled her even more was that it claimed to be the chief's son.

Gothi sighed, running a hand over her weary face.

Yes, she decided, it had been a very long day.

She gently propped her staff against the wall and took a sip of water from the jug on the table. It was time for sleep.

Gothi slowly slipped into her bed and closed her eyes. Maybe the Gods would give her the answers her puzzled mind needed.

There was a boy. He was flying...on a dragon, yes, a dragon as black as night. They were flying. The two soared through the sky, moving in perfect harmony as if they were one. Suddenly, there was shower of dust as they burst through a cloud and the boy slumped forward on the saddle. The dragon cried out as they spiraled downwards, no longer have the freedom of flight.

The dragon and boy crashed into a cove, skidding across the water and rolling to a stop on the bank, both laying there motionless.

Gothi slowly walked towards them, gasping when she saw the boy. He was laying face down in the dirt, having been thrown from the saddle, but his rusty auburn hair and prosthetic leg were hard to miss.

"Hiccup?"

She reached out and grasped his shoulder, moving to turn him over.

Gothi's eyes widened and her hand was quickly snatched back, for what she saw was not the face of a boy ... but the face of a dragon.

Gothi's eyes snapped open. It was a vision sent from the Gods. She had to tell the chief.

She hurriedly left her home, hobbling towards the village. She soon reached the stables and quickly checked each one. She soon found the dragon she was looking for curled up beside a larger Night Fury.

Gothi gently placed a hand on the smooth scales of the dragon's snout. Her eyes slowly opened before widening when she saw the elder. Gothi placed a finger over her lips to signal her to be quiet and the Night Fury nodded.

"The Gods came to me in a dream." She whispered. "I know its you, Hiccup."

At the sound of her name, Hiccup's head snapped up, gaping.

The elder frowned. "However, just because the Gods showed me, it doesn't mean this wasn't Loki's doing. He's the God of tricks after all. Do you swear on the hammer of Thor that you are indeed Hiccup?"

Hiccup nodded frantically and slowly, the elder smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Good."

Gothi moved to get up and started to hobble away. She stopped and the entrance and looked back.

"Well come along now. I think you and I need to talk."

Hiccup glanced at her sleeping mate before slowly standing. She quietly stretched before following silently behind the elder.

Gothi led them to small cliff, just mere feet above the ocean. Hiccup glanced wearily down at the roaring waves that crashed against the jagged rocks, sending a spray of salt water over them. Thunder roared in the distance and lightning illuminated the sky on the horizon.

Gothi turned to look at the dragon, her gray hair whipping in the wind.

"The Gods spoke to me, Hiccup. This is all their doing."

Hiccup's eyes widened and the elder continued, looking away, her eyes sweeping over the restless ocean.

"They have a plan. I know not what their goal is, or why they have done this, but I do know one thing." The elder closed her eyes. "It's all for a reason."

Hiccup narrowed her eyes, confused. Smiling softly, the elder turned and walked towards her, her withered hand reaching out to gently cup the side of her snout. Gothi looked the female Night Fury in the eyes.

"This is a good thing, Hiccup." She whispered. "Remember that."

Stunned, Hiccup nodded. The elder gently ran her hand over her scales before stepping back.

"You have a good heart, Hiccup. A very strong one. Not many of us have that." The elder's eyes were sad and she spoke softly. "Use it wisely. I can convince the people and your father to let you stay, but if you turn them against you, there is nothing more I can do. Vikings are stubborn people, Hiccup. You should know that better than anyone."

Hiccup nodded, eyes wide.

Gothi smiled before looking at the sky. "This is the place where the Gods first spoke to me. It's a very sacred place, Hiccup. That's why I brought you here. I want you to understand that the Gods find great interest in you. I don't know why, but I've got the feeling they like you."

Gothi chuckled before walking past the stunned dragon. "Come along now. We must convince that father of yours that you are indeed his son. However, I've got a feeling it won't be that easy."

Hiccup rolled her eyes, turning to follow. 'You have no idea', she thought.

The rain came as they were walking up the hill. It drenched the two figures who fought their way through it.

Hiccup tried her best to shield the elder from the rain, but the winds seemed to be too strong. The elder merely cackled.

"Hiccup, if the Gods wanted me dead, they would have killed me long before now!"

Hiccup frowned, digging her claws into the ground as another burst of wind almost knocked them off their feet.

They finally reached the chief's home and Gothi promptly let herself in. Hiccup looked at the door nervously before the elder rolled her eyes. "Well? Come on in!"

Hiccup gulped before walking into what was once her home. She knew her father despised being woken in the dead hours of night.

The house was oddly quiet, the only noise being the creaking of the house as the wind and heavy ran beat against it. A glint of light from the corner of her eye caught her and attention and she quickly dove out of the way as an ax hurled past her. She lay panting on the wooden floor, her heart beating frantically in her chest as she looked back and saw the ax embedded deep into the wall behind where she stood only seconds ago.

"What are you doing in my house, devil!? Was it you who brought this storm!?" A loud, angry voice boomed and Hiccup looked fearfully away from the ax to the lumbering form of her father.

The elder merely tsked from beside her, making herself known.

Stoic's eyes widened. "Gothi? What in Thor's name are you doing here? Get away from the devil! It's not safe!"

Gothi only walked slowly towards the man, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. She then promptly brought her staff down onto the chief's defenseless foot. Stoic howled and grabbed for his foot.

"The Gods have spoke to me, Stoic. This dragon here is indeed your son."

Stoic stopped hopping and his head swiveled to look at the elder, eyes wide. "What?! Impossible!"

Gothi's face remained impassive. "I speak only the truth, Stoic the Vast. This dragon is Hiccup and whether or not you believe it is up to you. The Gods turned your son into a dragon for a reason, however they have refused to tell me said reason."

Stoic's face paled before turning to look at the cowering Night Fury watching the exchange with nervous eyes. "Could it be? Hiccup?"

Hiccup nodded, slowly moving towards her father, but stopped when Stoic took a step back. Her ears lowered.

"This dragon has swore on Thor's hammer that it is who it claims to be. It is your son, Stoic."

"But how?! My son was a boy and very much human just only a few days ago!"

"The Gods move in mysterious ways, Stoic. We can only listen and wait for what they have planned."

Stoic, eyes still wide with disbelief, slowly nodded. "Just ... just give me some time, Gothi. I need time to think." he said softly before turning and leaving the room.

Hiccup sadly watched her father go. Gothi placed a comforting hand on her head. "Give him time, Hiccup. This isn't something that happens often."

Hiccup closed her eyes and nodded. Her father could very much come to believe that it was her, but what bothered her the most was the question nagging at the back of her mind.

Would things ever go back to the way they were?