The Lost Heir: Book Three: The Final Hour

Chapter Two: Awkward...

*Image above: Heather's Dragon armor

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The morning was finally starting to break as our group made it back to Berk. We broke through the clouds that had gathered off the coast of the island, to reveal the now dragon utopia it had turned into.

Hiccup started joyfully narrating to the new dragons that soared along with us, "This is Berk! Your new home away from home. A stunning, one-styled, all-expense-paid dream destination. So settle in and let your worries melt away!"

He gestured around to all the new huts towering high above the ground on poles and such. Each of the new additions was colorful and filled with a sort of vibrancy I'd only seen in the dreams of my home island. My heart swelled as I grinned at the place I had once thought to be a cruel, unforgiving place for dragons. It was now a haven.

"Any run-of-the-mill paradise boasts beaches and sunshine," Hiccup continued spouting as we soared above the main streets of Berk where dragons were hustling along and Vikings were having to hop across their backs to get to their homes across the road.

"Well not us," He turned to look at me as Eclipse and I came to fly next to him.

I grinned, finishing my draconian translation as I'd been doing for him the whole time.

He continued to announce the new dragons as I repeated everything in draconian for the dragons with us, "We've got something no one else can touch! We, my friend, have dragons! Lots and lots of dragons!" He spread his arms wide gesturing to the full glory of the improved island of Berk.

As we all flew towards the ground, the Crimson Goregutter Fishlegs had saved and decided to perch himself up on a wooden pole sticking out of the top of a statue of a dragon. The pole slowly rotated around the statue, the Goregutter rotating with it, getting a full three-sixty of Berk. But below, Vikings and dragons alike began running away and clearing a space for the Goregutter as it finally touched down.

The rest of us and the other dragons we saved landed next.

"Gang, meet our latest Berkians!" Hiccup joyfully announced as he hovered above us and gestured to the new dragons. A couple of villagers smiled and greeted the new dragons.

"Welcome to paradise, mate." The man smiled, patting one dragon on the head.

The woman next to him gazed over the multicolored Nadder in awe, "Oh, aren't you a beauty!"

Snotlout rushed into the clearing, Hookfang rumbling behind him as he pushed the gathered crowd out of his way so he could boast his 'victory', "Ah, you're welcome, you're welcome! I took on...like, a hundred trappers- no, a thousand trappers!"

Ruffnut smirked at her brother, "All with burning undies." She snickered but Tuffnut wasn't paying any attention as he stroked the hair that he'd tied in front of his face to look like a beard.

"My thick, full beard almost caught on fire." He remarked which made Ruff's face drop and she let out a disgruntled sigh.

"Ugh, just stop..." She groaned, rolling her eyes in irritation.

Across from the bickering twins, Snotlout approached Valka with all the 'swagger' he could muster, "So, uh, Hiccup's mom, any notes on my bone-crushing assault? Or was it pretty much perfect?" He grinned, flexing his muscles and admiring himself as he awaited her praise.

"Oh... it was-" She seemed uncomfortable by his obvious interest in her, as he was seeking her attention at every waking moment, "indescribable... and please, call me Valka. It has been a year after all."