So here is the most up to date chapter, Hiatus is now in effect.

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It was midnight and Hiccup, exhausted from the day's events, slept soundly in his sleeping bag in the tent that he and Ragnar had made for themselves. Meanwhile, Ragnar paced, still wide awake. Much was on his mind as the council meeting was slated for tomorrow morning in which the young men would have to explain their proposal to the leaders of Berk. Removing his helmet, Ragnar sat down on a bench, slumped forward. He rubbed his aching temples. What would be the best way to address these outlandish group of Vikings? Having come from a people much like the ones of Berk, Ragnar knew a thing or two about how they might respond. It would not be a pretty picture if they reacted badly to this new information. As a matter of fact, Ragnar was quite certain that a small war could break out if they couldn't get on the same page about the matter somehow.

It didn't matter so much to him as he was concerned about Hiccup. Since arriving, in the brief time that they'd been here, he had watched his friend become tense, and sometimes quite restless; two characteristics that were previously common for the lad, but Ragnar had watched him grow out of after his first year with the program. He feared that Hiccup would revert to his old ways and unintentionally cause a scene which would, in essence, destroy the entire plan. If that happened, the two would have to return back to the base, a disappointment to everyone.

Ragnar shook his head; he wouldn't let that happen. He had worked too hard for the position that both of them were in now. Being here in Berk would be the true test for both of them. The reality of how strong they really were. For Ragnar also had his own demons of the past to battle here...

Hiccup stirred, shifting the blanket that covered him. Having bunked with the boy for several years now, Ragnar had become adept at telling when Hiccup was just waking up, or asleep and having a nightmare. In this case, it was the latter.

"Psst Hiccup, wake up," he shook his shoulder lightly.

Hiccup grunted, shifting to the side, lining his eyes groggily. "Huh?"

"You were having a nightmare again."

"Oh," was the only reply. Hiccup sat up, stretched, yawned, and then nestled back into the sleeping bag. He was asleep again in a few minutes.

Ragnar shook his head and sighed, for the scene that had taken place had become all too common for them.

Sunbeams shone through the tent, alerting the boys that it was now morning.

"Rise and shine, my friend," Ragnar proclaimed with much more joy and energy than he felt. He hadn't ended up getting much sleep that night, but it was time they got on the move. Shifting the tent flap back, he walked out to make a small fire to cook their breakfast on. The dragons, who had slept curled up around the tent, rose as well.

"Sleep well, boys?" Ragnar asked, gathering wood.

Toothless yawned, but it came out as more of a growl. "As well as can be expected in a land where everyone wants to kill you," he replied, with a small snort.

At that moment, Hiccup exited the tent. "Oh, stop griping Toothless. If anyone has a right to complain, it's me. I was disowned."

"Well, Wraith here hit me in the back with his tail all night. How can anyone sleep if they're getting hit with a tail all night?" Toothless leaned down to Hiccup's ear. "He sleepwalks sometimes too."

Wraith sat up straighter, offended.

"Ok, you two, why don't you stop arguing about who has a right to complain and come and help me with breakfast? As for you dragons, there's a nice creek nearby that from what Hiccup tells me, is stocked with plenty of fish for you."

Almost before the words were out of his mouth, the two dragons had flown off in the direction of the creek with Toothless leading the way.

Hiccup tossed a pile of sticks down beside the fire Ragnar was building. "So, I guess today's the day, huh?"

"Yep, today's the day."

"I had a nightmare last night that it all went wrong...that they discovered who I was and everything."

Ragnar paused his wood stacking and looked up at Hiccup. "And that's all it was Hiccup; a nightmare. We have a plan, we know what to say, heck, you even have that face mask that I had made for you. They're not going to find out anything."

Hiccup shook his head and kneed down as well. "I guess not." He handed Ragnar some wood. "You're not going to like them, you know."

"Like who?"

"Oh, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, the whole gang. They're a pretty crazy bunch, all of them."

Ragnar cocked his eyebrow. 'I've seen crazier."

"I mean, you might like Astrid...but that's about it. She was the only one that was ever even remotely nice to me." He paused. "But don't get any ideas, ok?"

Ragnar smirked. "What ideas?"

Eyes bulging, Hiccup threw down some wood. "You know what 'ideas'".

Laughing, Ragnar struck a match. "You're red as a beet, Hiccup. You should see your face."

"I am not!"

"Yeah, you are," he chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't try and steal your girl while we're here," he winked. "Although..."

Hiccup fumed. "You better not."

"I won't," he clapped Hiccup on the back and stood. He reached in the tent and grabbed the mask. "Here, take this." he tossed it to him. "You'll need it to cover up that face of yours, Hunter."

"Why so soon? We haven't even eaten breakfast yet."

"Because your face is redder than a Monstrous Nightmare's," Ragnar replied causing Hiccups face to turn an even darker shade of red.

"Oh shut up!" Hiccup stood as Ragnar laughed even harder.

-Council Scene-

The boys stood on the ground of the great hall, below the table that the Council of Berk was seated at. On the council was Stoick, Gobber, Gothi and the heads of the major houses of Berk: Hofferson, Ingerman, Jorgenson, and Thorston.

"Now, explain what you said to me yesterday to the rest of the Council," Stoick told Ragnar who was about to start when he was interrupted.

"Yes boy, tell us what is so important." Spitelout Jorgenson said in a demeaning tone.

"Oh shut up Jorgenson and let the boy talk." Gudmund Hofferson replied before anybody else could. Before Spitelout could come up with a response of his own he was silenced by a glare from Stoick.

"Please continue Ragnar." Stoick as he sent another glare towards Spitelout.

"Thank you, Sir. Now as you are all aware of what I said yesterday in public, Hunter and I are here to establish peaceful relations with the Village of Berk." Ragnar started. "What we didn't say in public is where we are from. Hunter and I are from outside the Storm Barrier that rings the Archipelago, from the United States of America."

"These United States of America, what do they want here and what's with the uniforms?" Spitelout asked, disbelief and distrust evident in his voice.

"And how did you break through the Storm Barrier, even our toughest ships get smashed apart inside that thing." Bearlegs Ingerman also asked, but with disbelief and wonder in his voice.

"We were sent here to establish what we call an embassy, which is a residency mission where an ambassador and support staff stay in a nation to maintain peaceful diplomatic relations and forge treaties. To answer your second question, Hunter and I are a part of the United States Air Force which is a branch of their military." Ragnar said to Spitelout before turning to Bearlegs. "And we did not boat through the barrier, we flew through." With that statement, it sent the council into a buzz, never before had somebody thought of flying, for that was what the dragons did.

"Yak shit, the only things that fly are birds and those scaled devils. So, you either are lying or you rode those beasts making you traitors against your own race." Spitelout shouted out, garnering a very vocal support from the rest of the council who started to shout at the boys.

"Quiet! All of you and let the boy explain." Stoick yelled above the clamor.

"But Stoick..." Spitelout started.

"I said quiet! I know what he is about to tell you and it's not dragons." Stoick interrupted him before gesturing to Ragnar for him to continue. The boys shared a knowing look before Ragnar started talking.

"Thank you, sir, how we got here is by using what we call an airplane. How it works is engines mounted on the wings propel it fast enough that the wings generate lift and lift the plane into the air. We actually arrived during the raid last night which is why you didn't see us." Ragnar explained. The council sat back in their chairs, taking in the information that skies no longer belonged to the birds and dragons. "The rest of the world is hundreds of years more advanced then you are, so much has changed."

"What was it you wanted young man?" Gudmund asked once they all got over the shock of what they had just heard.

"Simply permission for our government to set up an embassy. All we need is some land to build the building in which it will be housed and some help building it." Ragnar told them.

"In exchange for what?" Spitelout blurted out, earning another glare from Stoick and Gobber.

"In exchange, we will provide general help and services, eventually we will start giving you more advanced technology," Ragnar said, but Spitelout still wasn't happy.

"Give us a moment to discuss this," Stoick said as the council members turned around and started to discuss the request. After a few minutes of heated debate, they turned back around and Stoick stayed standing.

"Your request has been discussed by the council and we have chosen to accept your offer. Now when can we expect this ambassador of yours?" Stoick said to them, receiving a short and silent celebration from the boys.

"We will return back home to inform them and will return here with the ambassador, his staff, and the materials needed to build the embassy in about a week," Ragnar informed them.

"We will expect you back in a week and will have a location selected by then for you," Stoick said before the boys left the great hall to return to their camp and radio back to base to send everything. They themselves would not be returning back to base but would leave Berk proper but stay around to observe how Berk would react to the news and perhaps discover the reason for the raids.

"I don't trust them," Spitelout said once the boys had left the Great Hall and the doors had shut.

"Well, I think you made that abundantly clear while they were still here." Gobber fired back.

"Well unlike you I have some reservations about them."

"Why you..." Gobber started before being interrupted.

"Both of you stop it!" Stoick said, interrupting them. "I'm sure both of you have your own reasons for trusting or not trusting them but the fact is they are going to be here whether you like it or not."

"Yes, Chief." Both of the men said dejectedly.

"Now it was the decision of this council and my own that they are allowed to build their embassy and some Berkians might not trust them or agree with that decision. Now what we can't afford is to appear fragmented before the tribe and these outsiders. I don't care if you do or don't agree with me but keep those decisions to yourself while in public." Stoick berated them before exiting.

"Yes, Chief." They once again said dejectedly before following him and the rest of the council out of the Great Hall and into the village. Once they exited the Great Hall the Berkians swarmed the steps, wanting to know what going on and who exactly those two men were.

"Quiet!" Stoick bellowed out over the incoherent noise of over a hundred people asking questions. They all instantly became silent and waited for their chief to explain it all.

"Those two men are from outside the storm barrier that keeps us in the archipelago. They arrived on something called an Airplane during the raid and came to establish a treaty between Berk and their nation of the United States of America. According to him, the world is not plagued by the Dragon Scourge that we all face and so they have advanced way beyond us in every aspect." Stoick stated. The group didn't say a thing as they simply went about trying to understand what they had been told.

"They will be back in one week with materials to build an embassy which an ambassador lives in. As they explained it he is a representative of their nation when here." Stoick continued. "And when that happens we will be helping them build their structure. Now until then, those two have left the island and until then return everything will continue as normal."

Stoick finished up his speech and explanation, grateful that nobody interrupted him. Mildew was not in the village today which was very helpful as he would always be against anything the council decided that went against what he thought it should be.

"Will they help us during the raids?" Somebody called out, asking a question that was on most people's minds.

"At this point, we don't know. The treaty details will be discussed more when the representative arrives in one week's time. Now until then go about your jobs." Stoick responded, dispersing them to go back and perform their duties around the village.

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Oh dear lord, it's been what, four months since I last updated this? I am so sorry. Life hit both me and NarniaQueen like a truckload of bricks. But that truck has gone...I hope.

Hey, guys, it's NarniaQueen here. Super sorry it's taken SO LONG to update! But we do have many exciting adventures planned yet for our four favorite heroes :) Thank you once again for sticking with us through all the business of this year!

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