A/N: Who wants to finally know what is going on? Things really start to escalate from here.

Warning: Some scenes might be disturbing to some readers. (Nothing inappropriate).

Answers

As eager as he was to finally be getting some answers, Hiccup couldn't bring himself to run. His amputated leg seemed to be healing up from its overuse, though it was still a bit sensitive, and Hiccup didn't want to undo all of that progress. When it came to his bad leg, Hiccup tried to be careful. Some of the worst physical pain he'd ever endured had been caused because of his amputation.

When Hiccup made it back to where he had met the man the other day, he wasn't entirely sure what to look for. He had already been here and hadn't found anything to indicate what had happened. Replaying the events in his head, Hiccup remembered how the man had been afraid when they had heard something. Hiccup had been too distracted to pay much attention, but the rustling sound had implied that someone else was coming.

Hiccup locked his eyes on the direction the man had turned, in the middle of their fight. He knew that what he was about to do was probably not his best idea, especially if someone else was on the island and a danger. Dangerous enough that the man had taken his own life as opposed to facing them. Dangerous enough to shoot a person with an arrow and string them up in a trap. However, those thoughts still weren't going to stop him from going anyway. Though, he was down his only two weapons and that made him feel ill prepared.

"You've got my back, right Sharpshot?" Hiccup scratched the dragon's chin, the Terror chirping in agreement. "Alright, let's go."

Hiccup stepped out of the clearing and into the dense trees. There were a lot of overgrown plants on the ground and he could see how someone walking through there would make a loud rustling sound. It seemed more and more likely that someone had been coming, when Hiccup had been in the clearing with that man. He had heard the exact sound he was making as he walked, now, but from a distance. Whoever had been coming could have taken the man's body away. They could have also taken his Dragon Blade, it was an interesting and rare weapon.

After walking for a while, Hiccup decided to slow down. He didn't like how loud he was being as he walked, his prosthetic only making it that much harder to be stealthy. There weren't any walking paths to be seen in this area of the woods. If someone was out there, he was definitely making his presence known to them.

They had taken the time to stop at the place where Hiccup and Valka had sparred the other day, to look around for their son's sword. It occurred to them that Hiccup could have dropped it or left it behind when they had left for camp the other day. Their search had come up empty and so Stoick had continued to lead his wife along to where he had seen the dug up plants.

"It was just through here." Stoick pointed, then turned and offered a hand to his wife in order to help her step down a small drop, almost like a large step.

"And what were you doing over here on your own?" Valka accepted the assistance and hopped down by her husband's side.

"When you were instructing Hiccup on some fighting techniques before your spar, I wanted to wander around and reminisce. I miss my father, and seeing the places where we had spent time together... made me feel closer to him."

Valka gave Stoick a small, sympathetic smile. She cupped his cheek and gave him a quick kiss, getting a grateful smile from her husband in return. "Your father was a great man, and an amazing chief. I miss him too."

"He would be disappointed in me, for being such a horrible father to my own son." Stoick admitted, gently removing Valka's hand from his face and walking away with the intention of leading her closer to the spot they were looking for.

Valka, however, gripped his hand and did her best to hold him back. Surprised, Stoick turned around to look at her, though her efforts to pull him back to her were ineffective. He looked at her in inquiry.

"Your father would not be disappointed in you." Valka said firmly, stepping closer so she could stand right in front of him. "When we were young and courting... before your father died and we rushed to marry so that I could properly support you as the new chief— your father and I had a talk."

Stoick looked at his wife with renewed interest, his curiosity piqued.

"You were heading up your first mission to look for the nest, in place of your father. The outcome would show everyone what kind of chief you would be." Valka explained, seeing that Stoick remembered the event. "While you were gone, I was worrying about you. I would go to the pier everyday and hope to see the boats returning, with you in the lead. Your father noticed, and came to talk to me one day. I had thought that maybe I was in trouble for something since he had never sought me out before, there were even times when I wasn't sure if he approved of me as your future wife." She met her husband's eyes. "He assured me that wasn't true. In fact, he thanked me for being there for you and for loving you. He knew that he would pass the chiefdom to you soon, and he was glad that I would be there to lead by your side. He told me... Stoick, that he knew that he had raised you to be the chief that Berk needed. That you had been taught to be tough and fearless. To be the... epitome of what a Viking should be, because that was the only way you could get Berk through the ongoing war. And he was proud of you for embracing everything he taught you."

Stoick had to look down, feeling as his eyes began to water. He had been eager to learn the ways of a Viking from his father, but he felt like those ways had failed him as of late. He had tried to teach Hiccup the same things, and had only managed to damage him instead.

"He was proud of you, Stoick." Valka gently took his hand in support. "And he taught you to be what you needed to be. He was glad that you had me, because I wasn't like you, or the other woman on Berk. I was what he thought you needed, to balance you out. So... you see, he would understand why you tried to teach Hiccup to be like you. My way didn't work and you wanted to protect Hiccup and prepare him for a life of a war chief during hard times."

Stoick finally looked back at Valka, considering her words. He had wanted Hiccup to be safe. He had thought that Hiccup would take to learning to be a Viking like he had, when his own father had taught him. That hadn't worked out.

"How could your father judge you for trying to teach your own son the same lessons? You didn't know that the war would end during your time." Valka continued. "You and your father... didn't know peace. You had to change, a lot, when the war ended, and that was when you realized that Hiccup needed to be taught differently. Your father would be proud of you for how hard you worked to transition into a time of peace. Even if you didn't always make the best choices. You were ill prepared to raise a son like Hiccup, you only had your own father as an example of what to do. You were... alone in parenthood, and I'm so sorry for that."

"Hiccup needed both of us." Stoick thought. "He would have thrived as a child, if he had had us both. My father was right, we balance each other."

Valka nodded her head, she agreed with that wholeheartedly. It was a shame she hadn't been there for her family.

"Val?" Stoick brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Thank you for telling me that, it's what I needed to hear."

She nodded in response, her own eyes getting watery as well. Valka still thought that everything that had happened was her own fault. She had destroyed her family by being too cowardly to come home.

"Remember what you said? Back on Berk, when you wanted Hiccup to give our family another chance?" Stoick wanted to make Valka feel better too. "You told Hiccup that we would never be that conventional family we should have been, but that we could learn to be a family by moving on from where we are now. We both made mistakes, this isn't all on you or me. Maybe things could have been different, maybe they would have worked out well if we had all been together back then. We don't know. Things could have gone badly, or worse. What's important is that we make the right choices now, to be what Hiccup needs. To work together to make this family work."

"Do you... forgive me?" Valka asked tentatively.

"I do." Stoick answered with conviction. "And I still love you, as much as I always have."

Hiccup hadn't known what he would find as he traipsed into areas of Healer's Island that he had yet to explore, following the route the crazy man's pursuer had likely taken. He knew that he was going to be nearing the shore sometime soon, and once he did, he would be more familiar with his surroundings since he had walked the shoreline the first night his family had been on the island. If he listened closely, he was sure he would hear the sound of waves soon.

The foliage had thinned and the trees weren't so densely populated anymore and the area seemed almost... habitable. There were now prominent walking paths, worn by constant use, and all seemingly leading away from one specific direction.

Deciding that it was safer to stay off any of the paths, Hiccup remained in the trees, cautiously following the directions the paths seemed to originate from. After a few minutes more of walking, Hiccup's eyes widened in surprise at what he found.

Someone was breaking one of the main rules of Healer's Island. There was a crudely built hut, in a cleared space. It looked sketchy and was made from planks of wood that didn't all quite fit together. Hiccup imagined that the inside must look as dirty as the outside. However, despite the rundown state of the illegal shack, it still had signs of living residents. There was a fire pit outside that looked well used. Clothes hanging on a line that strung from tree branches. Piles of various goods, stacked in wooden crates outside the house. The crates had fresh fruit, new clothes, tools, and various odds and ends.

The trade ship. Had someone looted the ship he had seen the other day, since the trader was dead? Was that what this was all about? Attacking some innocent man and his business partner for the goods on his ship? Whoever these people were, they weren't supposed to be living on this island in the first place. There had been no other boats or ships when Hiccup and his family had first arrived, so he supposed the people could have been stranded and desperate. Though, why not ask the traders for help, instead of terrorizing them?

Slowly and quietly, Hiccup walked the perimeter of the house's yard, while remaining as hidden in the trees as he could. The place looked just as rundown in the back as it did in the front. Though on the other side of the house, there was a place for washing clothes and a few buckets lying around for fetching water.

From the back of the house, Hiccup could hear the crash of waves. He figured that if he walked a little further, he would be able to see the shore and maybe another dock. With a look behind him at the hut, Hiccup walked a little further, and just as he predicted, he could see the sandy shores and the ocean. There was a dock too, one of the more intact docks that Hiccup had thought looked to have been more maintained than most of the others he had seen while walking around the island. He figured— now that he had seen the excuse for a house— this particular dock was maintained because people lived near it. They hadn't had a boat or a ship before, but now they did. The trade ship was tied to the dock, properly this time. And alongside the ship was... another boat.

Hiccup squinted as he tried to get a better look from afar. Was that their boat? The one meant to take him and his parents off this island and back to Berk? They had stolen their boat too! Who were these people?

"They stole our boat." Hiccup scowled as he spoke to Sharpshot. The little dragon growled.

His parents must be so confused. They were taking things to the boat for their departure, and would have found an empty dock. Upon returning to camp, they would find that empty too, without a word from their son as to where he had gone. Hiccup felt a twinge of guilt at having run off again, especially since his mom seemed so afraid of letting him out of her sights. He supposed she had a good reason for it, he had just disappeared again, and last time he had done that, he had returned injured. She wouldn't want to have to deal with such a thing again.

Suddenly more alert, Hiccup was startled when he saw someone appear on the deck of the ship and then proceed to throw something onto the shore. Then a couple others appeared and did the same thing. They were definitely looting the trade ship and seemed to be enjoying it. He supposed that their boat was next. Hiccup was glad that his most valued and personal items were in his satchel, on his person.

All the people who inhabited this place seemed to be down by the shore, aboard the ship. That meant... the house would be empty. Hiccup's curiosity was growing and he glanced back at the house.

He was going to go inside. Maybe he would find out more about these people by seeing what was in there. Maybe the thieves had his Dragon Blade inside.

Knowing that he was about to make another terrible decision, Hiccup made his way back to the house. Before leaving the relative safety of the trees, Hiccup reached up and took Sharpshot off of his shoulder. The dragon protested a little, liking his comfortable perch.

"I have a job for you, Sharpshot." Hiccup held his arm out, the Terror now perched on his uninjured, left forearm. "Keep watch for me, okay?"

Sharpshot tilted his head, giving his favorite person a blank stare. He blinked and let his tongue dangle from his mouth. Hiccup shook his head in fond exasperation. His Terrible Terror responded better to hand signals. Using his right hand, Hiccup gestured to a tree and made the hand sign. Finally understanding, Sharpshot squawked and took off for a tree branch.

Satisfied that his dragon would warn him if anyone approached the house, Hiccup cautiously walked to the back entrance, sans door, and stepped inside.

"This is just... careless, wanton destruction." Valka glared down at a pile of wilted Angelica and the disturbed ground. It angered her that someone would tear up a plant used for healing, for no reason at all. It was wasteful and negligent. It was inconsiderate.

"It could have been an animal, that's what I had assumed." Stoick theorized.

"I might have been able to save it, if you had shown me." Valka kneeled down and picked up a dead plant. The medicinal plant was beyond saving.

"They already looked dead when I saw it."

"I don't think an animal did this." Valka glanced at the patch of dirt surrounded by grass. "It looks like someone dug a hole... and covered it back up."

"We know people have been here during out stay even though we never ran into them, except for maybe Hiccup." Stoick and his family had mostly stayed on the southern part of the island where they had docked. It was also the end of the island closest to Berk. "Sometimes traders will leave a cache of their goods on islands."

"A trader should know not to destroy Angelica in order to store their goods." Valka reasoned back. "A trader would have used this instead of leaving it to die." She gestured to the pile of dead Angelica.

"That's true." Stoick agreed, looking at the disturbed ground. "They're also better at hiding their caches, this is too obvious."

Valka stood back up, a thought coming to mind. "Stoick... I think we need to dig it up."

Raising an eyebrow, Stoick met his wife's eyes. He had thought the same thing, though her words implied that someone had actually come along and buried something, and he wasn't sure why someone would do that. Despite his doubts that some person had come along and done this, Stoick kneeled down to start moving the dirt aside with his hands.

Valka kneeled down next to her husband and joined in the digging, though she favored the wrist she had injured in her spar with Hiccup the other day. It was slow going since they didn't have the proper tools and Valka knew she was going to have dirt in her nails for the next couple days, but she was curious. They both knew something odd was happening on the island now, and there was a possibility of answers, just below the ground.

The dirt was easy to shift around, having been disturbed and dug up not long ago. The couple were able to push piles out of the way and make progress in digging deeper. After about five minutes, Valka stopped to use her arm to move stray hairs out of her face and give her injured wrist a break. As soon as she was about to continue helping, Stoick paused, his hands covered by the pile of dirt he was about to toss out of the way.

"Did you find something?" Valka asked curiously, leaning forward to get a better look. Her husband didn't answer though, seeming to have come to an understanding about something he didn't want to accept. "...Stoick?"

Stoick cleared his throat and started to withdraw his hands. He had an idea about what he was about to pull up and braced himself. As soon as he withdrew his hands from the dirt, Valka made a startled sound and covered her mouth with the back of a hand.

There was now a decomposing hand sticking out of the dirt, attached to an arm that was still buried. Stoick let go of the torn sleeve that he had tried to use to pull it up, not wanting to touch the dead skin any longer than he had to. He shuddered at the experience of having touched it while digging and having been surprised.

"Ugh." Valka stood and stepped back, a wave of nausea hitting her. She had seen war before, seen corpses, but this had come as a surprise and the body was in a state of decomposition. Stoick stood too, though he seemed better at handling the situation than she was.

"The threat on this island is greater than I imagined it would be..." Was all he could say, still shocked by what he had pulled up. A body was not what he thought they would find. He had the urge to wash his hands, they felt tainted by what they had touched.

"Hiccup. We have to find Hiccup." Valka had managed to push through the nausea and had only one concern. "He's out there somewhere. He could be in danger."

Stoick met his wife's eyes, her worried expression reflected back at her. He hoped that Hiccup hadn't wandered too far and that he was safe.

The smell... it was almost enough to make Hiccup gag as he stepped foot inside the house. He paused, waiting for his eyes to adjust before continuing. Some light made it's way inside, through holes in the walls that passed as windows and the door-less back entrance. Light also seeped inside through slats between the wooden planks. Though, it was still dim.

As Hiccup's eyes adjusted to the lighting that was a stark contrast to the bright sun outside, he tilted his head as he noticed faded, painted writing on the wall. He stepped closer and ran his fingers over the faded lettering. It looked like the name of a ship... Hiccup blinked in realization. These people must have stolen ships before... they had built their home out of recycled wooden planks as opposed to doing the work to cut down trees and build the parts themselves. That's why there were no boats at the docks before, they had taken them apart and repurposed the parts. Hiccup recalled the fire pit he had stumbled upon when he had walked the perimeter of the island, they had used wooden planks as firewood as well.

These people were scavengers and looters. They took what they wanted and needed. They were willing to kill to get what they wanted... they must have terrorized the man Hiccup had met and killed his business partner, the man's brother.

Hiccup scowled as he started to put things together. Healer's Island was supposed to be a land of peace and healing.

He looked around as he stepped further into the house, taking in his surroundings. It seemed that these people had really built up a stash of... stuff. Things they probably didn't even need but had taken, because they could. As he explored more in depth, he found exotic tools and foreign weapons he'd read about before but had never actually seen. He found intricate pottery, an unused inkwell and quill, a stack of dusty books, and... Hiccup picked up an item and looked it over. His Dragon Blade, still in good condition. One of them had taken it from where he had dropped it, and brought it here. The thieves.

He attached the weapon to the strap on his thigh and continued on. He had been here long enough that the smell was starting to make him feel a bit queasy. He would have to leave soon and find his parents, to let them know what was going on. They would have to send Sharpshot back with a request for help, Hiccup wasn't sure if they could take these people on their own, to get their boat back.

Having explored the largest space of the house, Hiccup stepped into a side room. There was a makeshift table in the middle of the room, random objects strewn across it as well as some old food, likely left over from a previous day and left to sit out and rot. Hiccup grimaced at the sight, wondering if that was the source of the smell. How could anyone live like this?

As Hiccup walked around the table, his eyes landed on something in the far corner of the room. There was an old blanket draped over it. Hiccup gulped. It was a body, it had to be. He stood in place, frozen, wondering if it was the man he had met the other day. He wanted to know what had happened to him, but he also didn't want to look. That was the source of the smell, for sure. The sight would be grisly, especially after this long. It disturbed Hiccup how these people didn't seem to mind sharing their home with a dead person. It must not even phase them. It was sick.

Hiccup pulled his hand away from the table, not having realized that he had started to lean against it for support from his queasiness. Everything here felt tainted, and he didn't want to touch any of it.

As he looked down at the table, really taking in the random objects, his eyes landed on something in particular. It was a dagger, but with a unique handle. Hiccup had seen things like this before. Handles with intricate designs engraved into it, usually made of ivory. After a moment of hesitation, Hiccup decided to take a closer look at it and picked it up, despite his reluctance to touch anything.

The designs were surprisingly beautiful and artistically done. Whoever did it had a talent. As Hiccup ran a thumb along the handle, he tilted his head in confusion. He knew what ivory looked like, what it felt like. And this felt... different. He made a confused expression. The handle wasn't made of wood or metal. If it wasn't ivory, what was it? Hiccup's eyes landed on the covered body across the room again, and he went pale. The dagger dropped from his hand and his stomach churned uncomfortably. Bone... it was made of bone.

Hiccup felt his mouth fill with saliva as he felt a familiar and unpleasant sensation in the back of his throat. He made for the closest entrance, shoved open the front door, ran several feet, and landed on his knees. His stomach heaved and he threw up.

As he breathed heavily while on his hands and knees, it occurred to Hiccup that he gave these people too much consideration. As if they would even notice or care if he had thrown up in their house, what with the state these sick people lived in.

He pushed himself up, sitting back in a kneel, and closed his eyes as he tried to reign in his sudden nausea. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Hiccup prepared to get up, to force himself to keep moving. He couldn't stay here, had already risked enough going inside. The people who resided here were cruel, senseless, and immoral. If they found him here...

With that thought, Hiccup stood. He turned back to the house so he could call Sharpshot back to him, but before he could, he felt something kick into the square of his back and found himself falling forward again.

Landing hard, Hiccup felt as the pebbles on the ground tore up the skin on his palms. He let out a grunt as he landed, not having expected such a blow.

The prickly feeling on the back of Hiccup's neck intensified as he felt a presence hovering behind him. Before he could turn around he felt a sharp blade at the back of his neck.

"You make it too easy." An eerie, feminine voice whispered in his ear and Hiccup's heart skipped a beat in fear. He sensed movement from behind him as she moved the blade in front of him and held it to his throat, almost hugging him with one arm as she held it there. "I've been watching you, tracking you."

"You killed those two men, the traders." Hiccup finally found his voice after swallowing a couple times. He had a nasty taste in his mouth and longed for some water.

"No." She sounded like she was pouting. "My parents let my brother have them. He gets everything 'cause he's older. But I found you first, so they agreed to let me have you."

"...have me?" Hiccup didn't like the sound of that.

"To hunt." She giggled and it sent a shiver down Hiccup's spine.

"You hunt... people?" Hiccup asked in disgust.

"We hurt them before they can hurt us." Her voice became angry and passionate. Hiccup gasped as he felt the blade press into him with a little more force. At the sound of Hiccup's struggling, she released the pressure. She didn't want to kill him so soon, so easily.

"That's not how it works." Hiccup reprimanded with a feeling of injustice. "You can't assume people will do you harm and punish them for actions they didn't commit."

"My parents were cast out from their homes, rejected." She spoke with an odd lilt, as if she didn't know enough to be able to pronounce certain words correctly, as if her education had been spotty. "Why should other people have things, when my family was deprived of them? People have to pay for what we've suffered."

"All people must pay, for the acts of some people?" Hiccup asked incredulously, despite his vulnerable position. "You're deluded."

The knife disappeared from in front of him, and Hiccup didn't like not being able to see where it was. Suddenly, Hiccup felt a hand run through his hair and grip it tight. He let out an involuntary sound of distress as his head was pulled back. He finally got a view of the girl's face as she loomed over him, upside down from his point of view, as she stood over him, from behind. Her hair was long, black, and tangled, it draped down around her pale face, almost long enough to touch Hiccup's forehead as she looked down at him. Her face was covered in smears of dirt and the occasional scrape. Her eyes were dark and full of excitement. She was enjoying this, the control she had over him.

"You're just like everyone else, looking down on us. My family has been outcast and suppressed. People looked down on us, because we're different."

"I'm sure they had their reasons. You make weapons out of human bone." Hiccup didn't hide his disgust, though he knew he was pushing his luck.

"A prize, for dominating the people who think themselves better." A grin slowly spread across her face. "I'll have one too, like my brother's, but... made from you." She enjoyed the spark of fear she saw at her words. "Or maybe from your mom or dad. My parents are tracking them now."

Hiccup struggled with a growl, but she only gripped and pulled his hair harder, and he was forced to hold still. All he could do was glare up at her.

"Don't worry, we'll give you guys a chance. We always do." She let her blade move over his cheek and down, closer to his neck. "It's more fun that way."

A streak of green blurred past Hiccup's vision, the creepy girl's hand being whipped aside by the movement and her dagger landing in the dirt a distance away. Taking advantage of her surprise, Hiccup launched himself forward in a roll and got to his feet. Sharpshot landed on his shoulder and let out a hiss.

Hiccup was prepared to fight and run, but the girl was standing there and laughing, like she found the situation so amusing. He was finally allowed a full view of her. She had to be just few years younger than himself and was a few inches shorter. Her clothing was ragged and a mix of styles from different tribes, likely all stolen.

"Well, go ahead." She finally said as her laughing calmed down. "Run. I'm not ready to kill you yet. I'll find you when I've had my fun. You're easy to find."

Hiccup took a few steps back at her words, not trusting her. He didn't like what she was saying. She'd been there, the whole time he'd been on the island, but unseen.

"It was you." Hiccup realized as he continued to step back and closer to the trees. She tilted her head in inquiry. "You were watching me in the chamomile patch."

The creepy girl grinned. "I also watched you sleep. I took your dagger, you were so confused." She giggled, then pouted again. "My stupid brother took it from me, he lost it to the trader."

"You've been messing with me."

"We had to deal with the traders before moving in on you and your parents." She skipped forward, laughing when Hiccup jumped and pulled out his Dragon Blade in defense. She really did think all of this was just great fun. "A trade ship came and dropped off a man, then came back for him later. My brother killed them both. Now it's my turn to make my parents proud, to avenge the wrongs done to them."

"By killing innocent people." Hiccup gave her a look of disgust.

"My parents have always told us to take what we want or need, what we deserve!" Her face contorted with anger and injustice. "And no one is innocent."

"Your parents are wrong." Hiccup responded simply. Her parents had raised her, and her brother, to be monsters. The girl snarled and Hiccup realized that he had finally crossed a line. She was apparently very loyal to her parents and didn't like his words.

"Hey!"

Hiccup startled as he heard the voice of a male. As he glanced toward the house, not wanting to take his eyes off of the creepy girl who looked about ready to launch herself at him, he saw a tall, muscular man coming around the house.

"Get him, sis!" The bulky man shouted, and Hiccup identified him as her older brother. At the brother's words, Hiccup turned and ran into the trees before either of them could get at him. If the creepy girl didn't get to him, then her brother likely would.

Hiccup ran as fast as he could, powered by fear and adrenaline. He ran back the way he came, listening for the sound of pursuers, but it seemed that they had let him go. That didn't stop him from racing through the trees, Sharpshot's claws digging into his shoulders an he held on the best he could.

The crazy siblings had to be far behind him, but now his main concern was making sure that his parents were safe. The bulky brother had gotten to hunt the traders, the creepy girl was hunting him, and their parents were going after his own parents. Hiccup had to warn them about what was going on.

A/N: Thanks for reading and I hope you liked the new chapter! Expect some violence and action in upcoming chapters. I'll add warnings as needed, but I won't ever get too graphic.

Guest: There will be plenty of Hicstrid in future chapters, don't worry about that. I just wanted to explore Hiccup's relationship with his parents, since Stoick lived and Valka is there now. But this story will be long and not completely focused on Hiccup and his parents. There is still a lot to happen before this story finishes!

Silver Sentinel: I was excited to have reached 20 chapters. It feels like so long ago that I was writing an alternate ending to the second movie. Things have finally been revealed and the danger is now known. Hiccup is separated from his parents, and his parents have discovered something too. Stoick and Valka still have much to discuss with Hiccup, though I don't think that is what is on Hiccup's mind right now.

CHSHiccstrid: It used to be a great island, haha. Maybe it will be again, someday. Yeah, Stoick and Valka still need to admit to their wrongdoings to Hiccup. Though there are other things on their minds right now.

Romantica 543: Yeah, other chapters have been more emotional, but there is more to the story than just their emotions. I hope this chapter gave you answers and made the events make even more sense. I hope you enjoyed this new chapter too!