(A/N: #CreativeChapterNames)

Hiccup's POV

Gem informed me to be prepared for a long talk, my father probably will show up to clarify this madness.

I'm not looking forward for that.

We have never ever had a real talk.

However I believe this is a necessary step towards the right direction, where dragons and Berkians can live in peace.

Toothless was not impressed, Astrid just gives me the knowing look, Gem is smug like always, the rest of the dragons has no clue what my problem is, and all of my rider friends are away. Gobber is with my dad at Gothi's so I am pretty much lack on anyone to lift my spirit.

I want to help Astrid, but we both know getting on Stoick's better side is prior. She avoids being on the ground or round people at all, my heart hurts I can't fly with her now.

I have to get over my problem first, it does not matter how much I am against this all. I'll wait for my father to make a move, but if it's afternoon and still nothing, I will be the one starting this.

Our people needs us. I'm only doing this for them. My flock would be fine without this... however I'll do this since my remaining respect toward the inhabitants of this island would weight me down.

I know myself, I can't deny, it would. I supposed to be the chief after all. It's different to let people down like I did than leaving people in trouble when they needed help the most.

Toothless smacked me for over-thinking.

I sighed and started to scratch his head, hoping he would leave me alone.

I need to convince myself to not saddle up.

Like. Right now.

It would be waaaay easier.

I could even defend the island if I ask the Ice Sanctuary's alpha nicely.

Or who am I kidding? I could do with my army.

Why am I doing this again?

I made eye contact with a certain terrible terror. The greatest of us all. The great spy informed me about their plan to turn their back on the contact, although my flock agreed on this will be a nice try but they can't succeed... you can't fight against a Death Song if you are already stuck.

Maybe the death song is Gem here, having them in the jaw. I can decide if they should be swallowed in whole or chewed up.

I'm going weird again.

I lay down to rest.

Stoick's POV

To be honest I did not want to care about the threat. No, not at all. Gothi was no help, just kicked us out, nothing mattered to her.

I went on my usual routes as a chief like I always do, doing my job. My village is stressed out because of the damned dragons walking among us.

I lost track of time, purpose fully avoiding the thoughts from the recent events was no help. Soon I should head back to the Main Hall, since people started to gather around already.

Shoving three barrels of beverage in to the rightful building, I slammed the doors close, to do as I planned.

However at the corner, a lean figure had the weight on the wall eyeing me. He let his crossed arm fall.

*Hiccup* - Dad.

The word rolled off the tongue, accompanied with a pointed look. My muscles tensed up, keeping up a calmed expression drained my energies more than a three hour fight with the dragons.

*Hiccup* - I believe we need to talk.

- Agreed. Here and now?

*Hiccup* - I was thinking about sitting down somewhere. The Main Hall seemed occupied.

- Would you... like to come home?

It was absolutely weird. I didn't miss him tensing up for a moment before nodding and turning his back to me.

We headed straight there, without any word spoken on the way.

Some miracle saved his room from the dragons' destruction, although the house was renovated frequently.

On the doorstep, he stepped aside, let me to open the door and go in first, before entering himself as well. He looked around, taking in the details, when his eyes landed on his old ladder. It was heavily damaged, but I had no heart to replace it.

- I kept your room as... you left it, and it survived the years.

He looked at me surprised, and I nodded. He took it as a permission to go up, he nearly literally jumped up.

His light steps were slow and steady, but it echoed through the empty house. The old wood cracked here and there, adding more to the nostalgic feeling.

I had to close my eyes, just to pretend to have a normal night many years ago. Like nothing has happened.

However the clamping of the lost leg was the clear proof it is not.

Days ago we negotiated like grown men, like warriors, like different leaders. Like enemies.

Soon he approached the edge and leaped back down. His long cloak flew behind him, like the damned nightfurry, which took him away, followed his every step. Like he is owning the beast's wings.

He walked to the main table, where I haven't had a decent meal since, and place a hand on the back of a chair. Less comfortably pulled it, to make enogh space to sit down.

However not like years ago. He took the chair like a throne, like a warrior.

His leg knocked on the wooden floor.

- How did you lost it? - He blinked at me confused. - I mean your leg.

To be honest I totally believed it was the damned dragons' fault, one of his scaley pets found him delicious. Or something like that.

He looked away.

*Hiccup* - Way to start a conversation... it was the Romans, people from far South.

- Romans?

*Hiccup* - Some rare goods from Johann are from them.

- I... see...

*Hiccup* - I wandered too far to the great islands where they caught me. Tortured me for weeks when Toothless finally located me, and broke me free. Unfortunately my leg was already ruined... before I could die from either infection or bleeding out I asked Toothless to bite it down. Not so cool story to tell.

I was shocked. I was about to ask more details, when a loud roar rang through the island from the distance. He hopped up, and rushed out. Again.

Outside the nightfury was already on his side, looking at the incoming dragons. I recognised two rider from before, Heather and the one who interrupted us last time.

The third was not even sitting on a big dragon, the person wore heavy armor, a long staff, and a huge blueish mask. The dragon was brown and mayestic, the long time not seen double-winged rare stormcutter.

Hiccup bowed down at sight, giving such respect I haven't seen from him so far.

*the masked* - I BELIEVE WE HAVE SOME TALK TO DO, NIGHT.

*Hiccup* - I see no problem with that.

- Who is she?!

*Hiccup* - The other Sanctuary's only rider, known as the Dragon Healer.

(A/N Hey. Reader! Soon I will finish this book! For the next one I came up with an idea.

Description:
Modern AU
The always bullied 'Hiccup' works at 'Gobber's' mechanic, because his father said so. His mother is somewhere in the wilderness working as a dragonolist, divorced from the 'always busy for anything' man.
What could go wrong when on his 15th birthday a letter arrives, an invitation from the Dragon Health Center to be a caretaker? Especially when he stumbles upon a few recently rescued dragons...

Anyone interested?

P.s.Pls tell me i didnt made two different story for his leg in this ch. I cant recall if i did it in the earlier ones or not y.y)