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The Dragon Pirate.

When Stoick the Vast returned to Berk he was appalled by the state of the village.

It was bad enough three out of fifty of the ships he had taken with him to destroy the nest had been incinerated by that massive monstrous dragon that had been living inside the nest, though the surviving three had been severely damaged, requiring the Hooligans to salvage what they could use to repair the ships to get them home while a number of hastily built rafts had to be built to tow back home, but Stoick had been looking forwards to a rest, but most of all he had wanted to find out if Hiccup was on Berk.

Hiccup…. thinking about the same son he'd disowned only served to make the chief depressed, especially after seeing what his son had done with that giant dragon, and it had made Stoick think. It wasn't easy for a Viking to think, it didn't come naturally to a race of people that believed brute force and almost complete ignorance was the key to winning any war. But then again Hiccup had never been like him or the rest of the tribe. That was one of the reasons why Stoick had so many problems with the boy as he'd grown up.

Hiccup was just like Valka.

They had both been thin, but where Valka had some degree of strength she put all of her strength into her mind, and she always asked questions about the war and it's rightness. At the time Stoick had put up with it and it had made him love the woman even more.

But Hiccup…. Hiccup was intelligent, probably more intelligent than anyone else on Berk which made up for his lack of physical strength. Thanks to working in the forge, Hiccup was good at working with his hands and he was skilled; it annoyed Stoick a little when he had taken note of the harness and the prosthetic tail-fin that wretched beast his son had shot down, though it was Gobber who noticed it, and he had commented on the boy's ingenuity and his craftsmanship.

At the time Stoick had ignored it, he'd been focused on destroying the nest and he had planned to thank the Night Fury by beheading it and giving it to his former son before booting him off of Berk once and for all. But now.

Stoick had no idea why he had never gotten along with his only son, but he wanted to try to make amends. He needed to. But unfortunately, Gobber had made him think Why should Hiccup be on Berk? He had a dragon now, he could go anywhere and do anything he wanted without being tied down to Berk.

Stoick tried to imagine what Hiccup was doing now, but he couldn't even guess. Despite knowing his son all of his life, Stoick had never gotten along with him. He was far from being the perfect father. Who was the perfect parent? Stoick didn't know anyone on Berk who was; he had known Ingrid and Hagface Hofferson for years, and he knew Hagface had wanted a son instead of a daughter. Oh, Hagface loved his daughter and he encouraged her to train well in order to clear up the shame the Hofferson family had felt since 'Fearless' Finn Hofferson's botch up with that dragon, the Flightmare had frozen in fear against the dragon.

That had never made sense to anyone since Finn had been a helluva of dragon killer. Stoick had trusted and liked the man for his single-minded attitude, but he had been disappointed when Finn had just…frozen. He had been so disappointed the Hoffersons had been shamed for a decade. He knew that Astrid had planned to somehow remove the shame, and she had trained hard for that honour for years but now it seemed it wasn't necessary.

Everything was new now.

The dragon war was long since over, but everything was just so new to Stoick that he found it hard to process what had happened. All he wanted to do was get back to Berk, find his son and try to make up for all of the years of pain he'd heaped onto the boy's shoulders. He needed to make up for all of the emotional abuse he had forced on Hiccup as well as the physical abuse. He had dismissed all of the ideas Hiccup had had for improving the dragon defences and for improving the quality of life in the village. He had seen the automated defence plans Hiccup had drawn up, but he had always ignored them, considering them to be rubbish or something like that. In truth, he had never paid that much attention beyond actually seeing them.

But ever since Valka had died, Hiccup and he had grown apart. It had gotten to the point where Stoick simply could not look at his frail and fragile son who was completely incapable of lifting a weapon from an axe to a sword, and it had reached the point where he had to lock his own son inside Haddock Hall. It had reached the point where he would continually scowl at the boy whenever he laid eyes on him. Many of the villagers had understood and since Stoick had never been able to hide his feelings from them, they had sympathised. His son's scrawny form and his bizarre habits had earned him that shameful moniker 'Hiccup the Useless,' a title that had made Stoick cringe at first before he had begun to agree with it.

But it was Hiccup's resemblance to Valka - the same hair colour, the same eyes… that had made him angry. It was hard to love a boy whose mother was gone, but not once did the boy have anything in common with him.

For years Stoick had looked for any sign that his son was like him in some manner, but no matter how hard he looked, it appeared he was wasting his time. He sometimes believed the gods themselves were punishing him for failing to save Valka from that gigantic dragon by making sure he had a pathetic offspring and making the boy resemble his mother.

But Stoick had gone further than that when one of Hiccup's inventions (he'd forgotten which one) had caused so much damage, he had lashed out in anger.

When Gobber had told him to put the boy into dragon training, Stoick had resisted. Part of him, the part that wanted to uphold the desires of Valka to look after the boy, wanted to keep him out to keep him safe. He knew Hiccup was not Viking material. Oh, he may have had the spirit and the determination of one, but he was not a Viking. But Gobber had persisted, and he had made a good point. Stoick the Vast may have been a Viking chief who was physically strong and mighty, he may have used anything from swords to skillets out of his own kitchen to kill any dragon stupid enough to cross his path, but he was not immortal. Only the gods and sorcerers were immortal, and he knew it. One day he would die and he knew it.

One of Stoick's worst nightmares was he would die during a dragon raid, which was not unusual, but he would leave his friends behind and he would also not see his son again. Even worse, he would have failed to uphold the vow he had made to avenge his wife's death.

But he had agreed to Gobber's suggestion because maybe Hiccup could have a gift with the dragons. Instead, he had ended up disappointed. Hiccup had refused to do anything but the barest minimum, and he had been openly disappointed. But Hiccup had not cared. But then again, he hadn't really cared ever since the first time Stoick had hit him that first time. It was as though each impact which was actually designed to make Hiccup wake up and be like them had actually just spilt out his desire to help the village until he no longer cared about anyone on Berk. When Stoick had seen that Night Fury and his son…. he had hit the roof and he had disowned his only child. During the battle with the massive dragon, they had not spoken. He hadn't had the chance since Hiccup had managed to quickly free his Night Fury with the aid of that Nadder, one of the two caught in the last raid.

Hiccup had flown to the nest on another dragon, one of the Nadders that had been caught during the raid which had supplied the Kill Ring with the dragons needed to train the latest generation of Hooligans, and he had flown instantly to the ship where the Night Fury was chained to, and together they'd managed to set the unholy beast free before Hiccup jumped onto the Night Fury's back and they had battled against the massive dragon.

After that…. Stoick had called for what seemed like hours before Gobber had told him to stop, to face reality.

Hiccup was not going to come to him.

In fact, he was probably miles away after his Night Fury fired that bolt into the massive dragon's mouth, but that didn't mean Stoick wasn't positive they could find the boy. It was the only thing that was keeping him going, and what had helped to drive him to help repair the ships and return home to Berk.

Download lagu nikita willy feat oscar mahendra pentas untukku. But the moment he laid eyes on his island, those thoughts vanished in a puff of smoke.

The village was a shambles. The few Vikings who were still left to guard and protect the village, the elderly and the children, arrived at the dock to watch the remaining ships sent out to destroy the nest once and for all. They were openly gawking at the state of the ships and at the sight of the laden rafts. Stoick could not blame them; the ships had been patched together from whatever they could scavenge, but he ignored them in favour of looking around the village.

Many of the houses were in ruins, some of them only still standing because they only had two walls to prop them up, exposing the interiors to the elements. Stoick's eyes scanned the village thanks to long practice gained from fighting in the war against the dragons, and he could see that dozens of the houses were only just still standing, but one or two of them had been demolished, but the majority of them only had their roofs destroyed. At first, Stoick naturally assumed the damage was caused by vengeful dragons, seeking to get revenge for their treatment, but why was the village still standing? Why were the villagers allowed to live? The part of his mind, the one which held onto the belief the dragons were evil demons, could not work it out.

'What in Thor's name happened?' Stoick heard the question repeated behind him in surprise along with other questions about whether or not their families were alright, but the questions shook Stoick out of his stupor.

'Was it dragons?'

One of the villagers sighed. 'It wasn't the dragons. One moment, we were minding our own business and doin' what we normally do at night, when suddenly we heard explosions.'

'My house was destroyed!' someone yelled, but the villager and Stoick ignored it. 'We rushed out of the Hall, expectin' dragons burning and destroying the village, but all we heard and saw were explodin' houses. There wasn't a single dragon in the sky, and we tried to find out what was goin' on, but then we heard more explosions at the Kill Ring.'

The villager looked his chief straight in the eye. 'You should see it, Stoick. The dome is gone, and the dragons are gone from their pens as well.'

While Stoick and the other Vikings who'd gone out to destroy the nest were busy, Gobber had hobbled towards one of the wrecked houses and he looked at it with an expert eye. He had known the moment he had seen the damage it was not dragons. It was comparable, but not quite right. The dragons had never really bothered with destroying houses in the past unless they caught the scent of food inside them, but when they had been focused on destroying a house or one of the buildings in a village, they would level it until it resembled the logs used by the cooks in the Hall for cooking the dinner. A light sniff against the wood also added to the evidence it was not the dragons.

But there was a familiar tang in the charred wood. Gobber frowned as he took another sniff as he tried to identify the smell, struggling to make his mind look back into his past when he was travelling the world to see the sights and gain more knowledge of what was out there and to add to his collection of bizarre stories, but the passage of time had separated those memories so he was completely unable to identify it, but it was there.

The blacksmith wandered over to another house and saw the exact same thing, only the smell was slightly stronger. Gobber cursed his memory for refusing to give him the answer. He was about to give up when he saw something on the ground, and with a frown he bent down and picked it up while he pushed his prosthetic leg into the ground to firmly anchor him into place so he wouldn't lose his balance, and he came away with what looked like the burnt remnants of piece of log that looked as hollow as a mug.

Gobber sniffed the log, and he wrinkled his nose. The smell coming from it was stronger than the stench coming off of the houses. Gobber turned it over and around in his hands, seeing that the bark had been completely removed from it, but he couldn't help but think something about this was familiar. It wasn't until he dipped a finger into the wooden cup and came away with a few grains. Yes! His memory was starting to come back to him, and as he rubbed the grains between his fingers, it came to him and he turned his head to yell over his shoulder. 'Stoick! You'd better get over here!'

The old blacksmith stood up and turned around even as Stoick and the rest of the village came over to see what he'd found. The chief's brow was creased into a frown as he looked at the object in his old friend's hand.

'What is it?'

Gobber held up the remains of the log, though he probably thought it was more of a wooden cylinder that had probably been topped off. 'Gunpowder. There's no doubt in my mind that someone planted more 'o these around the village to blow 'em up,' he announced.

Stoick's muscles tensed in anger and he looked as though he wanted nothing more than to take the log from Gobber's hands and crush it in his grip, but the old chief looked confused. 'Gunpowder?' he repeated. 'What's gunpowder?'

'Its a black powder made by the Chinese,' Gobber explained, but he quickly went on when he saw the confusion on his friend's face, not to mention everybody else. 'They're a people a long way from here. I met some of 'em on ma travels. They're not like us, but they're close to the Roman's level of technology, and they've created something similar to Greek Fire.' Stoick and the others pulled themselves up at the mention of the weapon that was used with great effect elsewhere in the world. Gobber nodded in satisfaction at their reactions. 'Only their version is only dangerous when ya light it, and it explodes.'

Ruffnut and Tuffnut butted their helmets at the thought of an explosion. 'Awesome!'

Gobber ignored them. 'I brought a book back with me which contained the recipe, but I could never get the hang of their written language, so I was never able to remake it. But I kept the book. It's on a shelf in my forge.'

'Does anyone know how to make it?' Stoick asked.

'I dunno,' Gobber replied honestly. 'I doubt it,' he added, 'I thought we could mix it up and use the gunpowder against the dragons, but I was never able to read their language. It's doubtful anyone else here could.'

'Hmm,' Stoick looked thoughtful, but he sighed and he left the docks and walked through the village. Gobber could see that his old friend was looking around the village, mentally estimating how long it would take for each house to be repaired. But when they arrived at the Kill Ring, even Gobber stopped in astonishment.

The dome had been demolished, and the pieces of it that had survived were lying in heaps at the bottom of the arena until it resembled the cracked fragments of the top of a giant boiled egg. But that wasn't the worst of it; all of the gates were opened and the dragons that had been imprisoned in the Ring recently were gone. As he looked down at the ruins of the dome, Gobber began to get a good idea of what had happened. Those wrecked houses were a diversion to allow someone to free the dragons, and considering what he had seen on that island with the nest he had a good idea who had done it.

Meanwhile, Stoick was looking into the arena with wide, appalled eyes. He turned to the villager who'd remained on Berk. 'What happened?' he demanded.

'We heard the explosions coming from the Kill Ring, but when we got 'ere, we found it like this. We also found the dragons were gone,' the villager replied briefly but there wasn't anything else he could say. 'We saw some of the dragons flee the Ring, but we didn't have the time to catch or kill them again.'

Gobber saw his friend's angry expression but he didn't see what Stoick could do, and if he were honest he didn't want to. He turned and hobbled towards the entrance to the compound, hoping to get away from Stoick and the others so he could focus on his own thoughts, and he walked down the steps carefully and he began to check for any sign of damage. But as he walked along the Ring he couldn't see any sign of any. The inspection also gave him time to think. Gobber had a good idea who had done this, but if it was Hiccup how had he found out how to make gunpowder? Hiccup was smart, Gobber knew that, but even Hiccup would have problems understanding Chinese since the characters had no translation. For any normal Viking, the Chinese characters were like scribbles.

When Gobber went around the compound, he couldn't see any sign of damage to any fitting or any of the gates to the pens, but he had expected that - the only places to do serious damage would have been the dome and the gates inside the arena. Finally, he gave up and decided to return to the open and he found Stoick in the arena itself, directing operations. Gobber didn't know what he planned to do, but he questioned the chief's judgement if he was planning on focusing on repairing the dome; the Kill Ring could wait, the village couldn't. It was that simple.

The old blacksmith walked over to the chief and oversaw some of the villagers clearing away the debris. Gobber turned to Stoick. 'I hope you're not planning on focusing on the Kill Ring,' he said.

He wasn't afraid of Stoick's explosive temper. He knew his friend well enough to know what to say, and how to approach the other man. But Gobber knew Stoick well enough to know that the chief was once more focusing on the dragons and not the greater good of the tribe.

'We're not,' Stoick's reply surprised Gobber, and the chief turned to him, his expression affronted at the thought he was just focusing on the dragons and not on the village, though truthfully Gobber would not be surprised if that was the case. 'We're gonna be rebuilding the village, Gobber. But we also need to be prepared for the dragons. Yeah…. Hiccup….,' Stoick looked down at his feet in shame at the mention of his son, but he pulled himself together quickly, 'Hiccup may have ended the war, but the dragons are still out there. We must be prepared for them if they attack.'

Gobber sighed under his breath. He had been brought up same as Stoick and the rest of the villagers, and the rest of the tribes, that the dragons were evil monsters, but in the last few days that belief had been shaken to its foundations by everything he had seen. According to their teachings, Hiccup couldn't have tamed a dragon, never mind actually ridden one, yet he had. According to their teachings, the Night Fury should have killed the young boy, not let him get close enough to make that prosthetic tail-fin, never mind attach it to the dragon's tail.

But Stoick seemed to think the war was still going on. No, Gobber could see it in his friend's eyes that he was merely making sure that the village was protected, but he was worried that Stoick would devote more resources to rebuilding the Kill Ring instead of the village. Gobber only hoped that didn't happen; it would make Stoick unpopular with the tribe, and the last thing they needed was an uprising.

Suddenly Gobber just wanted to get out of the arena. He was bored and tired of this whole mess, now he just wanted to get some rest. He turned around and walked off, leaving Stoick to his soul-searching. He hobbled out of the arena and down towards the village. He knew that he'd have to sort through the damage to the village, but the place had been in this state for a while already, one more night wouldn't make any difference. But before he got back to his house, he stopped by the forge and looked for the bookshelf he knew the Chinese book containing the recipe to the gunpowder was.

It was there.

Somehow that didn't surprise him; Hiccup always brought any books he'd borrowed out of the forge back to the shelf. Gobber walked over to the door to the little room he'd prepared for his apprentice. He sighed in relief when he saw the drawings of numerous machines Hiccup had planned to build or had built, only for them to be ruined or destroyed whenever they went wrong. Gobber was relieved to see them still there. He'd expected Hiccup to have removed them and take them with him when he'd left, not that he could blame the lad.

Gobber sighed as he walked over to one of the drawings and he picked it up delicately as though it were a gift from the gods. These drawings were all he had left of Hiccup, the closest thing he'd ever had to having a child of his own, and he would keep them for the rest of his life.

With a sorrowful sigh, Gobber walked out of the forge, once more ignoring the pile of weapons and whatever was in the usual pile, and he walked to his house. He didn't live too far from the forge, and he was not surprised to see that his apprentice had not destroyed the house though he hadn't seemed to have held back against the rest of the villagers. For a moment, the blacksmith asked himself if Hiccup's own former house had been left intact. Gobber would not be surprised in the least if Hiccup had damaged the old house. He knew how much his former apprentice (Gods, thinking that hurt a great deal) hated his family home, it had been more of a prison to Hiccup because Stoick had made it his life's mission to keep him locked up inside the house whenever he was out, but he sighed in the end. He was too tired to care, and as he pushed open the door and headed towards his bed for a long rest, he was surprised when he found something on the bed.

It was a folded piece of paper with his name written on it and he picked it up and held it up to the light streaming into the room so he could read it, and he unfolded it and took out another piece of paper inside with Stoick's name on it, but he put that aside for the time being so he could read his own letter. His eyes widened as he recognised Hiccup's scratchy writing.

'Hello, Gobber.

I don't know how long it would have taken for you to get back from the Dragon nest after that battle with the Queen, but by now you've returned and found Berk in the mess it is.

Yeah, I have freed the dragons in the Kill Ring. I used the gunpowder in the book you had at the forge, and no I am not going to leave any clues as to how I was able to find out how to make it. You can tell that to Stoick and the others. I had to return to the island briefly to make repairs to my dragon's tail-fin, and the to gather up whatever I thought I could use on my travels. I used the opportunity to free the dragons in the Kill Ring - they don't deserve to be locked up anymore, Gobber.

The war is over, so there's no reason to keep them locked up in those pens in the Kill Ring anymore.

I know you would probably disagree with me, but I don't think the dragons are going to care much more about the Vikings, nor their Queen is dead. I discovered the Queen by chance in the nest not long before Astrid told Stoick about Toothless (my Night Fury - yeah, I was telling the truth when I shot him down),' Gobber frowned as he remembered that night of the last recent dragon raid Berk suffered before he'd taken the teenagers to be trained in the Kill Ring. Like everyone else, he had not believed Hiccup when he'd claimed he'd shot down a Night Fury. Who would have done? The boy's record had spoken out against him, all those inventions he'd made had caused more harm than good, though Gobber had not done much to stop the boy from making them.

He had seen that the devices had potential, but unfortunately, he'd never had the opportunity to make Hiccup refine them, and besides no-one else would have allowed it. What surprised him the most was the name Hiccup had given to the Night Fury; he had seen the beast head on, and it had teeth. 'I am sorry I let you down, Gobber. I know you wanted me to succeed in Dragon training, but it didn't work out. I just want to tell you that I'm leaving the archipelago. I want to see the world. For so long I have listened to you, the traders and the merchants, talk about distant lands, of people who are different from us. I want to meet them. I want to study their ways, their cultures. I want to see the world Gobber, I don't want to tied down to one island. And it's not a sudden decision - I've been thinking of leaving Berk for a long time. A helluva of a long time.

'It all started when Stoick first started to beat me - at first it started when that invention I'd made destroyed part of the Hofferson's house and a few other parts of the village -,' Gobber paused as he groaned in remembrance of that mess. Stoick and the rest of the village had been furious with him as well for teaching Hiccup how to Smith, but he had never been able to understand why the village just couldn't let things drop - it had happened, it was done, but he continued reading, 'but then Snotlout and the 'nut twins kept telling him tales about how I was doing this and that, and he beat me up. Eventually, the bastard didn't need an excuse to, and I quote, 'put some spine in ta boy.'

Anyway, I've been disowned and I'm not welcome on Berk anymore. It doesn't bother me anymore, but now there's a whole world of opportunity for me out there, and I want to see that world.

As for Berk, well it was never my home. The villagers want Snotlout to run everything, but you know I don't care about any of that. I just hope everyone is prepared to move to another island, seeing as Snotlout wrecks everything that he touches.

I'm sorry I couldn't have seen you, thanked you for everything you've done for me over the years, but I could not have left without at least saying goodbye. You see, I'm not coming back to Berk. There's nothing there for me when there's so much out there.

Goodbye Gobber, all the best.

Hiccup.

Gobber the Belch, a Viking warrior/blacksmith who was well renowned for his jolly attitude, was not surprised to realise he was crying by the time he'd reached the end of the letter. Unlike other Vikings who believed crying was a sign of weakness, Gobber and his family believed that sorrow was an emotion that no-one could do without because it only made you stronger.

But right now he didn't care about being a Viking even if he'd been one his entire life. He had just lost the closest thing he'd ever had to a son in his life. Gobber had had dozens of apprentices in his life as a blacksmith, but none of them barring Hiccup had been interested in smithing in the long term, and the only way they'd used the knowledge he'd imparted on them was fixing their own weapons and never looking into actually helping him to ease the workload he had on a daily basis.

Gobber sat down heavily on his bed and he re-read the letter again. Hiccup had said so much and yet he had not said anything. He hadn't said anything about how long it had taken for him to train the Night Fury, he had instead devoted much of the letter to writing his farewell.

After he'd finished, Gobber sighed and he opened up the letter Hiccup had left behind for Stoick, and he closed it quickly with a wince. Hiccup had not held back, but truthfully Gobber couldn't blame the boy.

Ignoring his fatigue, Gobber gathered up the two letters and he left his house in search for Stoick. The first places he checked were the chief's house, but Stoick wasn't there so that either left the Great Hall or the Kill Ring. The old blacksmith headed for the Hall, and he sighed with relief; he felt too tired to head for what was left of the Ring. Thinking about the mess the Ring had become made Gobber wince, and he wondered how Stoick would react when he found out Hiccup had destroyed it, but it still left the obvious question in his mind, how had he managed to translate the Chinese language?

Gobber pushed that aside as he found the chief of the tribe surrounded by a number of other Vikings, and he closed his eyes when the sound of their complaints overlapped each other. No wonder Hiccup had not cared about becoming the chief of the tribe, Gobber thought to himself, remembering how he'd seen his former apprentice so nonchalant about Stoick's rather insensitive announcement years ago when he'd caved under the pressure from the rest of the villagers to name Snotlout as his successor.

Gobber had found it truly unfair his old friend and the rest of their tribe had just pushed Hiccup away like that, and it was just another example of just how much of an awful parent Stoick really was since he wasn't even trying to give Hiccup a chance to become his own person. But Hiccup hadn't cared, and the boy's words still reverberated around the blacksmith's mind.

'Why should it matter to me if my so-called father takes away something he's called my 'birthright' since I could talk? Everyone's always preferred Snotlout to be chief of this island? Let them, let them make that pea-brained biological disaster run this village into the ground. It's not my problem. By that point, I should be long banished. And to tell you the truth, I don't care. I'd rather be without a tribe than live on an island where Snotlout is allowed to get away with murder simply because he does it.'

That statement terrified Gobber. In his life, he had known dozens of Viking chiefs from the various tribes, and quite a few of them were just not what he'd consider being right for the role, though it was his own opinion. Thor alone knew how those Vikings lived under the 'care' of those chiefs, but Gobber had seen many chiefs who were more tolerant of their people and they ruled wisely and fairly. Look at Big-boobed Bertha, she was one of the only female chiefs in the archipelago, and yet she had been in power for many years, and she had a good reputation.

But Snotlout…

Gobber understood why everyone wanted him as the next chief when Stoick either died or became too old to carry on, but the blacksmith didn't particularly like the way Stoick had just decided to push his own flesh and blood away in favour of Spitelout's son. But now it looked as though the Berkians would have little choice but to have him as their next chief, but Gobber remembered the boy's pitiful performance in dragon training and he had quickly become tired of the arse-licking Snotlout had heaped on him as time passed.

Sighing, Gobber pushed through the crowd without apology so he could reach Stoick. 'Stoick!' he called out as loudly as he could to get his old fiend's attention.

Stoick turned his head in Gobber's direction, and the blacksmith could see the clear signs of relief in the chief's eyes. 'Okay, Gobber, what is it?'

Instead of answering the chief verbally, Gobber just handed the pieces of paper to Stoick, making sure the chief saw the letter that he'd received first. He wanted Stoick to get some of the story from Hiccup in order to prepare himself for what was to come.

Stoick took the pieces of paper in his massive hands and looked at Gobber in surprise and confusion.

'They're from Hiccup,' Gobber said shortly.

The mention of his son was like magic. Stoick's expression visibly brightened while everyone else grumbled at the mention of the boy, but Gobber ignored them and just waited for Stoick's sudden cheerfulness to wither and die. The old Viking chief opened the letter addressed to Gobber and as his eyes travelled through the words to the end, his expression became less happy and more angry and sad at the same time as he read Gobber's letter. The chief had to re-read the blacksmiths letter three times before he hesitantly reached for the letter addressed to him, his expression making it clear he was trying to appear strong but not hiding the fact he was terrified about what it said.

They could see the expression on his face morph into grief, despair, anger, and horror. Gobber wondered which parts in the brief message went with those emotions, but he could guess.

You never wanted anything to do with me in the past, now I want nothing to do with you in the future.

Nothing new there, right Dad? No, sorry. I meant… Stoick. Or was it meant to be Chief? Sorry, I could never tell seeing as you were always the daddy of Berk.

Well, you never my chief, you fucking pig!

But in any case, it doesn't matter. I've ended the Dragon War, ended three centuries of blood and pain because I realised it was a waste. When Little Miss Perfect told you about me and my dragon, you told me I would have disappointed mum. How should I know? I never knew her, but you know something if she was anything like you (something else I blame you for, seeing as you thought I had no right to know anything about her. I could accept it if you were upset telling me stories, but you took it too far by saying in that tactless way of yours I didn't deserve to know her, so great job there), then I want nothing to do with her at all.

It's harsh but then what isn't?

Anyway, it's in the past.

Believe it or not, Stoick, I forgive you for being the worst father in Viking history (actually, I'm not sure about that, but it doesn't matter to me since I am not and will never be a Viking), I even forgive you for those beatings 'ta put spine into the boy' because without them I would never have stopped trying to help an ungrateful tribe.

I don't care.

But I didn't try to stop shooting down a dragon, only I wasn't doing it for you or anyone else in the tribe, including Gobber who was a better father figure than you ever were; just because he didn't like the damage I caused doesn't mean he didn't get over it, whereas you and the other pathetic, childish members of the Hooligan tribe wouldn't let anything drop for a few months! I was doing it for myself, to convince myself I could become one of you after you'd driven me to a point no-one should ever be driven to. But you know what, I am not one of you. Why would I want to be like you, a bunch of fools who don't ever let those who've made a mistake hear the end of it?

Gods, get over yourselves! The dragons caused plenty of damage during the raids, and yet when someone accidentally damages a few houses, you never let 'em hear the end of it.

Well, it doesn't matter anymore to me.

I doubt you'll see me again. But if I never see you or anyone from the Hooligan tribe (aside from Gobber, of course) it will be too soon. In the meantime, you and the rest of the tribe can be happy; the Snotmoron will be the next chief of the tribe but watch out for him. Snotlout is an arrogant idiot who cares only for himself.

Honestly, you people on Berk are really scraping the barrel when it comes to chief candidates, aren't you? One boy is an arrogant blowhard to doesn't care who gets hurt so long as he gets people fawning over him, one boy is an intellectual who is also a coward who won't get involved in anything, two teens are insane notches with only a working brain cell between them, and even that is questionable.

Last but not least is Astrid Hofferson.

If I were you, I would train HER to be the chief. I don't like Astrid; she's arrogant, single-minded (actually she's perfect for the job), but she's better than the others. At least she doesn't talk about herself, fight with others for stupid reasons, and she doesn't care to talk about facts. But let me tell you one thing - she doesn't like people getting in her way.

Train her.

Goodbye.

Stoick was not sure what to think. The letter missed out on so much. It was just short, sharp, to the point…. and Hiccup had been utterly ruthless in making it clear he wanted nothing more to do with his former tribe. There were no details about what he planned to do, but thinking about it Stoick had to see it made sense. The chief had a feeling his ex-son had no idea what he was going to do now, and even if he did then he wasn't likely to write it down in the letter. The part of the letter that annoyed him the most was the cruel way, which was how he'd described Valka, and Stoick's first instinct was to bellow with rage at the disrespectful way the boy had written that about her.

But he had to admit, Hiccup had a point and Stoick had to accept that after his entire world and the foundation his reality had been built on had been ripped out from under him. The war was over. The nest had been destroyed, though not in the way Vikings for the last three hundred years had imagined or even foreseen it. So much had changed and now Stoick the Vast had no idea what to do, and on top of that Hiccup, the least able on Berk, his own biological child, had ended the war by flying a dragon.

Now he was gone, and he had made it clear in the same letter that he wanted nothing more to do with him, with Berk, with anything of his former life, except Gobber. It hurt the old chieftain, it truly did hurt, when he read what his son had written about Gobber being a better father than Stoick himself was because instead of constantly going on about all those disasters he moved on after presumably showing his annoyance and leaving it at that.

Thinking about it, Stoick wondered if he had made the mistake of letting things get out of hand, and he realised he had.

Gods, Stoick thought to himself, what have I done? Val, I am so sorry. Hiccup… please come back to me…. let me make it up to you.

Until next time.

The How to Train Your Dragon franchise (also referred to as simply HTTYD) from DreamWorks Animation consists of two feature films How to Train Your Dragon (2010) and How to Train Your Dragon 2 (2014), with a third and final planned for a 2018 release. The franchise is loosely based on the British book series by Cressida Cowell. The franchise also consists of four short films: Legend of the Boneknapper Dragon (2010), Book of Dragons (2011), Gift of the Night Fury (2011) and Dawn of the Dragon Racers (2014). A television series, Dragons: Riders of Berk, began airing on Cartoon Network in September 2012. Its second season was renamed Dragons: Defenders of Berk and its third season, titled Dragons: Race to the Edge, aired on Netflix in June 2015.

The franchise follows the adventures of a young Viking named Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, son of Stoick the Vast, leader of the Viking island of Berk. Although initially dismissed as a clumsy and underweight misfit, he soon becomes renowned as a courageous expert in dragons, beginning with Toothless, a member of the rare Night Fury breed as his flying mount and his closest companion. Together with his friends, he manages the village’s allied dragon population in defense of his home as leader of a flying corps of dragon riders. Dean DeBlois, the director of the trilogy, described its story as “Hiccup’s coming of age,” taking a span of five years between the first and second film, while explaining in the third film why dragons no longer exist.