Long Lost Heir

Chapter 6

One month later

Hiccup's P.O.V.

I can't believe it's taken this long to repair ships. Berk just thinks that since they lost their island, they can lay around and do nothing while a different village gets them ready for sea. I stood on the docks as the village of Berk boarded the ships we prepared for them. Heather walked up to me and stood at my shoulder.

"Tawny is asleep, Avechi's on her way," she reported and I nodded in acknowledgment. Then, Stoick walked over, a basket on his shoulder.

"Berk thanks the Flames for their hospitality," he says with a small nod. My gaze darts to Astrid, saying goodbye to a Nadder that she'd grown fond with. Out of all the vikings in my former village, she's one of the last people I'd expected to bond with a dragon.

"The Flames...apologize...for ruining one of Berk's warriors," I say, choking on the word. He then looked at Astrid before snapping at her to get on the boat. She jumped before hastily obeying. Stormfly, the Nadder, let out a saddened cry as she watched the blond leave. "So, have you decided on an island yet?" I ask Stoick.

"Yes. Just south of here," he says.

"You know...I had really thought that you wouldn't run from a bunch of dragons...Stoick," I say.

"What's that mean?" he asks with raised eyebrows.

"You just always struck me as a stubborn hard headed yak with a thorn in your pelt," I say, making him pause.

"Have we met before this month?" he asks.

"Yes, we have...father," I hissed the word from the back of my throat, making his eyes widen.

"Impossible," he breathed before I slowly lifted my mask with a smirk.

"Am I a disappointment now? Chief of a village that I built? Respected. Am I a failure?" I ask.

"H-Hiccup..." his voice shook as he looked around at the dragons that surrounded the village. "You sided with the enemies?!"

"More than that. I live with them. And if you try to bring any harm to anyone of my tribe, no matter what their species, I will make sure there are not any survivors," I growl, "Now get off my island and out of my sight." He started to stumble onto the boat but paused to look at me.

"Th-tho-those girls...Avechi and Tawny. Are they my granddaughters?" he asks.

"Nope. I stopped being your son a long time ago. That means, they have no relation to you," I tell him, "Torch and his family will pull you out to sea."

Stoick's P.O.V.

"Put this basket below deck," I order Spitelout as the dragons pulled us out. After about an hour, my Vikings untie them and they fly back to their island before I turn the boat around and head North.

"Stoick, I hope you know that I don't agree with what you're doing," Astrid says.

"I don't care if you agree, Astrid, it has to be done," I tell her.

"But they helped us and were so tolerant!" she snaps. Hearing the tone in her voice, my hand flew as I spun to face her, striking her cheek with such force it knocked her off her feet.

"You do not talk to me that way!" I shout as she held her cheek. She suddenly shot up and swung her ax at me. I grabbed the handle before throwing her across the deck. I walked over to her, as she gasped for air, and ripped her ax from her hands before throwing it over board. 

"No!" she cried, reaching over the railing. I then clutched her braid in my fist and tossed her into the ocean.

"Astrid!" Snotlout shouted before Tufffnut and Fishlegs helped him throw a barrel of yak milk after her. She grabbed it and strapped her ax to her back. Snotlout, Tuffnut, Ruffnut, and Fishlegs leaned over the railing and looked at her with wide eyes.

"Try to get back to the island!" Fishlegs called.

"That might not be possible," Spitelout says, "She's right in the middle of eel feeding grounds."

"Wait! Come back!" Astrid called frantically as the ship got farther away.

Astrid's P.O.V.

"Help!" I screamed as I balanced on the barrel, trying to avoid the eels. "Anyone!" I've been calling for the last 3 hours and my voice was becoming hoarse. 

The ship from Berk was out of sight and, though I wanted someone to take mercy on me, I hoped it wasn't the Flames. I'd be too weighed down by guilt to be able to accept any help they'd be willing to offer, if any. I should have tried harder to stop Stoick. I fell on the barrel in exhaustion, finally giving into the heat. Suddenly, a shadow fell over me and I opened my eyes to see a silhouette of a dragon with a man on it's back. I squinted and could just make out the image of the chief of the Flames.

"Damn," he muttered before reaching for me as I lost my senses and things faded to black.

Time skip

I woke up with a groan to see a roof above my head. I held my head as I sat up to find myself in a hut room. "So, you got thrown off the ship," a voice said and I looked to my left to see Chief Inferno sitting in a chair near the window as he wrote in a book. I stood from the bed and knelt in front of him respectfully.

"I apologize on behalf of Berk, for the grief we have brought upon you and your island," I tell him quietly. He paused before crouching in front of me and lifting my chin to meet his gaze...his stone hard, cold, forest-shadowed gaze that shone through the narrow eye holes of his mask.

"What are you talking about?" he asked firmly, his voice threatening enough to scare the armor off an armor wing. My breathing became ragged, and my heart wouldn't stop hitting my rib cage, but I decided I would rather take the punishment, of an entire village, than let this accommodating man find out about his daughter by himself.

"They took your daughter," my voice was barely above a whisper and as soon as the last word left my mouth, his eyes went below the temperature of a Frostbite's breath. Suddenly, his hand snapped around my throat, making me choke as his grip cut off the circulation when he stood up and lifted me off the floor.

"You're telling me that if I went to Tawny's room right now, she won't be there, nor anywhere on the island?" he hisses. I tried to rip his hand away to answer but he'd have none of it. I finally gave up trying to answer verbally and nodded my head. "How do I know this isn't some sort of sick prank?" he asked. I tried to gasp for breath and twist myself free as pain started throbbing through my head. Inferno suddenly threw me to the floor and I pulled delicious oxygen into my lungs as he knelt next to me. "Answer me," he ordered roughly.

"It's not a prank. I wanted Stoick to bring her back and he threw me overboard. He plans to return her when she learns the ways of Berk. Show you that killing dragons is better than riding them..."