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This story got very confusing to write after season 4 came out. I started it during season 3 and didn't update until now :(

But this won't make sense if I tie it into the new season so I'm just going to leave it as it was.

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Just to clarify: This story is set in season 3! Hiccstrid are not together yet, but will be by the end of this story :)

The riders had all packed what they needed for the trip and head off for Berk. The sky was clear, calm and thankfully there were no dragon hunters. The flight home was uneventful for most of the time, just a few little conversations here and there.

Listening to Snotlout still trying to convince Ruff to be his partner was a bit of a headache but she finally agreed towards the last stretch of the ride home.

Heather and Windshear were positioned in the middle the formation, but began falling behind as her rider became lost in her thoughts. Astrid and Stormfly picked up on this and slowed down for her to catch up with them.

'You okay?' Astrid asked in a concerned tone.

'Yeah... I'm just kinda, sorta, a little bit... really nervous.' She admitted. 'I don't think I have ever been to one of these festivals. I mean I've heard of them a lot and I know how most things work but I just don't know if I'll be welcome there.'

'What are you talking about Heather?' She almost laughed. 'You are always welcome on Berk.'

'It's not that... I mean, don't I need to enter the hall with my family and pay respect to the chief with gifts and offerings?' Heather said, a bit deflated. 'I mean I don't even have a family, Stoick isn't my chief and I have nothing to offer.'

'Heather, first of all things have changed on Berk,' Astrid comforted. 'We don't follow traditions as seriously as we used to. You can go with Fishlegs' family, he won't mind.'

Upon hearing his name, Fishlegs and Meatlug flew back to where the girls were talking. 'Of course you are coming with the Ingermans Heather, I thought that was clear to you.' He smiled at her.

Heather was slightly relieved from her thoughts at that and smiled back.

'And second,' Astrid started, 'You don't need to offer gifts.'

'I mean, considering our Chief is Stoick The Vast, who doesn't really care for inanimate objects and our Heir is Hiccup...you know what he's like.' She laughed.

Out of nowhere, Hiccup and Toothless flew up between them.

'So, whatcha you guys talking about, I heard my name.' He said, smiling.

'Oh nothing, Astrid was just talking about how humble you are.' Heather smiled wickedly at her.

'Why, thank you Astrid.' Hiccup joked.

Astrid just glared at Heather with a look that clearly said, "You won't get away with this"

They all flew in silence for the rest of the trip until they could see Berk on the horizon.

'Ok gang, were almost there,' Hiccup said, relieved.

They circled around the island once, then landed in the center of the plaza but were completely caught off guard with all the chaos. There were vikings rushing everywhere, buying clothes, carrying stuff up to the great hall, selling goods and the women of the village were busily taking orders for dresses and tunics to be stitched or embroidered.

'Wow, I totally forgot how much I hated this,' Snotlout complained.

'This is worse than last year's Snoggletog preparation,' Tuff said.

'Okay, I'm heading home to get some rest, you guys should too,' Hiccup said as he walked away with Toothless behind him.

Everyone went to their houses without protest. Heather went with Fishlegs and got some fish for Meatlug and Windshear before introducing herself to the Ingermans.

Hiccup opened the door to his house and entered, but was shocked to find his dad sitting on his chair, carving wood.

He let Toothless inside before shutting the door. 'Dad, what are you doing here?' He asked. 'Have you seen the village, it's total chaos out there.'

'HICCUP!' His booming voice echoed through the room as he came up to greet his son in another bone crushing hug.

As soon as he let go of him, Hiccup sucked as much air as he could back into his lungs.

'Hiccup, I have two days off from chiefing,' He started. 'The village decided to run the festival themselves this year and impress me.'

'I can see how well that's going.' Hiccup replied sarcastically.

'Aye, but that means I have tomorrow to buy some good clothes for you, I expect you to come along and pick what you want.' He finished firmly.

Hiccup just groaned. 'But Daaaad, what's wrong with... this.' He gestured to himself.

'Hiccup, you need to wear something formal-'

'But-'

'No buts, you are coming whether you like it or not.'

Hiccup sighed in defeat and walk up to his room.

Toothless heated up his stone, curled up, then laughed at Hiccup and went to sleep.

'Lucky dragon.' Hiccup murmured jealously, then went to bed as well.

The next morning, Hiccup got up and walked downstairs to have breakfast. He found his dad already eating and a plate sitting beside him with bread and eggs for himself. He started eating and enjoyed it a lot more than he usually would have. Back at the Edge, Tuff had banned eggs as food so they had to eat plain bread and yak butter.

It felt good to be back at home and have someone else cook for you.

Silence dawned on them for a while so hiccup decided to start a conversation.

'So dad, what are you going to wear?' He asked absentmindedly.

'This.' He said, referring to his normal attire.

'Oh come on!' Hiccup whined. 'How come you can wear that, but I can't wear this?'

'Hiccup, I am the chief, I can wear whatever I want as long as I have that fur cape as well.' He grinned. 'And I am also your father, so I decide what you wear.'

Hiccup just huffed. 'Well can you please tell me why I can't wear this?'

He just laughed, 'Hiccup, Hiccup, Hiccup...'

Stoick, got out of his seat and walked over to his son. Hiccup stood up as well.

'Hiccup,' He said running his rough hands over his leather armour. 'You can't wear leather to a function like this.' He pulled at his red sleeves. 'You are expected to wear clothes from the finest silk, not this cheap cotton.

'This outfit was just not made for this kind of thing.' Stoick reasoned in a more gentle tone.

Hiccup was running out of things to say and said the first thing that came to mind 'But Astrid likes it too.'

He turned red, realising what he'd said and wishing he didn't.

Stoick just grinned.

'Oh, then we'll have to find something she'll like even more, won't we?'

Thank you for reading! :D

I am soo sorry for the VERY late update, I promise to make it up to you guys. Next chapter should be coming soon! Once again, thanks for reading!