And so we come to the end, where all good things go.

Chapter 25

Coming Back Around

POV: Hiccup Haddock

Pain. That was the first thing I remember when I regained consciousness. Pain on my arms, pain on my body, and pain in my head. Around me I felt a warm, coarse shroud that covered everything but my head; I was in a bed. I felt a familiar scaly nudge on my chin.

I opened my eyes. Foremost in my vision was a welcome sight. "Hey, Toothless," I muttered groggily. Seeing I was awake, he began to excitedly nudge and lick at my face, edging up my body all the while.

"Okay, okay!" I protested, not wanting to harm myself any further. "I'm happy to see you too, bud. Now just—AGH!" Toothless stepped on a rather tender spot between my legs, waking me up to the fullest and causing me to bolt to a sitting position. Seeing that he caused me pain, he backed off of my bed.

I took a look around my surroundings. In the center of the room there was a fire pit. On either end of the room there were two doors, one of which had the edges mildly singed. I looked at the bed, and sure enough, it was mine, moved down the stairs that were now at the foot of the bed.

"I'm … in my house," I weakly managed. I looked to Toothless, not three feet away, shaking with excitement and unkempt energy.

"Y- You're in my house!" I stammered in disbelief. Unable to contain his excitement, he tore around the room, knocking over any and every item his tail's reach.

"D- Does dad know you're here?" I asked, still confounded by the current situation. He continued to tear around the room. "Okay! Okay!" I said, trying to get him to stop. He jumped up onto the rafters. "No, Toothless!" He promptly lay down and stared at me, looking just as much a dog as the time I fed him the fish.

"Come on," I muttered. I made to get out of bed, lifting the covers to see- My face fell in horror.

I slowly moved my legs out of bed. My booted right foot touched the floor with a soft thud.

My Iron and wooden prosthetic left leg hit the floor with a metallic click.

Toothless came down, sniffing at the alien object, then turned his gaze to me with an almost knowing gaze. I returned it with disbelief.

I braced myself on the bedpost, mentally counting to three. I hoisted myself up. I winced as pain shot up my knee and into my leg. I took a moment to gain my balance.

"Okay… Okay…" I whispered to myself. I took my first step. A terrible pain shot up my pain, like a thousand Nadder spines had imbedded themselves in my bones. I fell, certain that I was going to fall flat on my face, but Toothless was there almost instantly to catch me.

"You and me both, buddy," his voice whispered in the back of my head. I remembered him frantically trying to fly out of the cove, almost certain that he was trapped and unable to fly, and was only able to become airborne when I made him the prosthetic tail fin to replace the one I had destroyed. I guess he was returning the favor.

"Thanks, bud," I said to him as we began to slowly hobble to the front door. I grabbed the handle, pulled their door back and- a Nightmare was there to greet me.

I hurriedly slammed the door shut. "Toothless," I said slowly. "Stay here."

I slowly opened the door, ready to face whatever awaited me. I braced myself for a flesh melting blast of fire. Instead, I saw Snotlout on the Nightmare.

"Come on guys, get ready!" he shouted at someone out of my field of vision. "Get ready! Here we go!"

He shot off; followed by several adults on dragons, clearing my field of view to a sight I thought I'd never see.

Dragons were sitting on rooftops, eating fish from the torches, and milling through the village. Vikings just passed them without looking, or even pulling so much as a dagger. I even saw children riding on the backs of a few dragons, who casually strolled through the village, not even bothering to look back at the humans who occupied their backs.

"I knew it, I'm dead!" I said, dumbstruck with what I saw in front of me. A hearty laughter emanated from behind me.

"No, but you gave it your best shot," chuckled Stoick, who walked up behind me, putting his arm around me. "So, what do you think?" I shrugged, at a loss for words.

"Look, it's Hiccup!" someone shouted. Within moments I was surrounded by Vikings young and old, all giving me hero's greetings.

"Turn out all we needed was a little more of…" Stoick waved his hand in my general direction. "This."

"You just gestured to all of me," I said, a smile creeping onto my face.

"Well, most of you," Gobber interjected, motioning at my leg. "Tha' bit's my handiwork. With a little Hiccup flair thrown in, ye think it'll do?"

I studied the leg for a moment. "I might make a few tweaks," I replied.

A sharp pain hit the back of my arm. I turned around to see Astrid. "That's for scaring me!" she said.

What is it always going to be like this?" I protested. "'Cause I—" Astrid grabbed the front of my shirt. I braced for another punch.

Astrid kissed me full on the mouth.

"I could get used to this," I said, almost at the point of fainting for the second time in Gods know how long.

"Welcome home," said Gobber, handing me a bundle of cloth and metal.

Toothless burst from my house, unable to contain his excitement and pent up energy.

"Night Fury!" somebody shouted. "Get down!"

Toothless pounced on the heads of several Vikings, quickly dispersing the crowd. He eyed the bundle with excitement.


I hefted myself onto Toothless's new saddle. I clicked my new prosthetic into a modified stirrup and spread out the rebuilt tail, now crimson with a skull design on it. Astrid readied her Nadder next to us.

"You ready?" I asked Toothless. He snorted, as if to say "yes". Before taking off, I looked over the 'new' Berk.

'This is Berk. It snows nine month out of the year and hails the other three.'

We leapt up into the air and raced through the village.

'Any food that grows here is though and tasteless.'

We passed a man drinking from a mug, causing him to choke on his beverage.

'The people that grow here are even more so.'

We swept into the harbor, weaving in and out of masts. We passed under the bridge leading to the training ring. Fishlegs, who happened to be strolling over on his Gronckle, joined us.

'The only upsides are the pets.'

Snotlout, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut joined formation. We flew in a flying 'V', with me and Toothless at the head.

'While most places have parrots or ponies, we have…'

Toothless and I broke formation, shooting up into the sky.


Before I end this story for good, I think thanks are in order. I'd like to thank anyone who took the time to read this retelling from start to finish, and doubly so to any who commented. I would especially like the thank Underwaterwriter (I hope I spelled you penname correctly), who gave me the input I needed to get this story off the ground. I don't know if you're still reading this, but wherever you are thanks.

Anyhow, I'll eventually rewrite this story from Toothless's perspective. Expect that sometime during the Summer. Until then: This is mastesargent, and I say goodbye to the community. For now...