How to Train Your Dragon: Change

What Happened to Hiccup the Second?

Astrids mother paced back and forth; she looked up at sky multiple times. "You know," Valka said to her, "Pacing back and forth isn't going to bring them back any faster."

"This is my daughter we're talking about!" Astrid's mother stopped and looked at Valka, "I know he said not to worry, but how can I not!?"

"Well, she's my future daughter-in-law," Valka reminded the worry mother, "But both of our children are all grown up so we need to trust that they can handle situations on their own."

Astrid's mother sighed, "I know, your right. It's just ever since Aircutter told us what was going on my mind has been imagining the worst situations."

Valka walked up and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I think that's natural for a loving parent," she chuckled.

"Hey look! It's Hiccup!"

Astrid's mother spun around fast;her heart leaped with joy as she spotted Toothless, Stormy, and Tracker. She ran over there with speed that she never knew that she had. "Oh my baby!" she bear hugged Astrid the second she go off her dragon, "I thought that I'd never see you again!"

"Mom!" Astrid chuckled, "Stop calling me 'baby'." Astrid wormed her way out of the hug, "I'm an adult."

Hiccup smiled at the happy reunion. "It's not over just yet," he slide off of Toothless, "I need to send out a Terror Mail to every village."

"Why?" Valka asked.

Hiccup tried to find the words, "Well...let's just say..."

"We figured out where all of the Night Furies went," Luna said for him.

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Hours went by; the sun was almost setting. Hiccup, Astrid, Valka, Gobber, Luna, and Halvard dug through the dusty records of Berk; hoping to find something about Hiccup the Second. A Terror Mail would come in every now and then, but only to say that the other tribes had checked and found nothing about man. It was starting to look as if Berk would met the same thing. After checking the same file again Hiccup threw it to ground; frustrated and tired. "Something about him has to be somewhere!" he groaned.

Valka cleaned up a messed up pile of papers and sat them on a table. "Maybe...he wasn't a Viking?" she suggested to him.

Hiccup leaned against a large bookshelf and slid down. "But he has to be somewhere," he said for the tenth time, "I can't just leave those villages to be attacked."

As Valka and Hiccup talked a green Terrible Terror flew in; neatly folded papers and a small notebook were tied to his leg. The dragon landed on Fishlegs' arm and he pulled the papers form the rope. He read them. "Here he is!" Fishlegs gasped.

"Really!?" Hiccup jumped up and ran over to Fishlegs. The others gathered around him.

"It turns out that Hiccup the Second was Meathead," Fishlegs read the paper to everyone, "A thousand years ago they had a custom in which if anyone showed any kind of weakness they would be kicked from Tribe."

"That's terrible," Valka said.

"There isn't anything here that says why he was kicked from the Tribe," Fishlegs read on, "But it looked like he was only fifteen years old."

"The same age as when I bonded with Toothless," Hiccup was amazed.

Fishlegs opened the notebook, "Wow. For being a thousand years old this thing is so well preserved! I can still read the words!"

"What do the words say?" Astrid asked.

"My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Second," Fishlegs read, "I am fifteen years old, and I have just been kicked from my Tribe. They said that I was weak; but that's okay. I'll prove them wrong. I will show them how strong I really I am! I will do what nobody else in the entire Archipelago has ever done! I will tame a fire breathing beast that rules the skies! And if I couldn't do that; then I'd kill one and bring its head back to them! At least...that's what I thought at first."