I don't own How to Train Your Dragon.

This will be a two part story. I might add another story with Astrid but I am still debating on it. Please enjoy.

And no, I have not forgotten about How to Find a Dragon. I just needed to get this story out of the way.

Hiccup makes a small careless wish, which the god of mischief takes advantage of.

THE WISH (Part 1)

****Loki's Hero****

He had never felt so rewarded as then; before him laid the perfect playfellow. Who would have thought there were still revered heroes left in the world of mortal men? Unseen by the Vikings he walked around the dark dragon and unconscious boy. He had watched them take down none other than the Red Death. Of all demigods, they had to destroy his favorite one after his own off springs. He had been tempted to tilt the scales to Red's favor until he heard the young boy and girl talking in the docks. It had been a long time since he had seen someone so enthralling, so he gave them a little of his luck, laid back, and watched.

He had actually thought the boy would die, and he would personally lead him to the halls of Valhalla. The Valkyries would try to stab his eyes out later for doing their job, but he had thought the risk worth it. He leaned against the yack sized man better known as Stoick the Vast to have a closer look at the boy. The boy had lost part of his leg. Darn, he would probably spend the rest of his life sheltered, but also treated as the hero he was.

This wasn't even worth losing Red, but it was done. With a sigh, he left the world of mortals.

****A Year Later****

Loki always tried to look at the world in a light mood; still it was hard to believe something like this had gone overlooked by the other gods and specially him. He had left the boy to his own devices, thinking he would lead a lame life, but no, behold the mortal who had proven him wrong. If the others knew of this mistake from his playful behalf, he would never hear the end of it. A whole year had passed by, and he had missed all the fun!

He walked around the village with one of his favorite disguises in place. To all who looked he resembled an elderly woman who could barely make her way around. The most fun was when he got to trip them with his cane.

"Let me help you," the boy said before picking the basket he had dropped before.

"No, no, no; you must be busy"

"It's no problem at all," he said leaning on his good knee before gathering everything into the basket and then standing with a metallic squeal "here you go"

"Thanks sonny is nice to know the next chief will be just as noble," he said with a mouth almost out of teeth.

The boy laughed nervously before they heard a growl.

Toothless felt something terribly wrong coming from that old woman; he just didn't like it.

"What's wrong bud?" asked Hiccup before turning back to the old lady to apologize, but she was gone.

Loki sat on the roof of a house nearby and watched intrigued. Dragons were exceptional creatures, but never had one been able to look past his disguises. Those two were indeed an intriguing pair. Instead of throwing the first fireball he could conjure he decided to take his time. Hiccup had demonstrated to be worth the wait.

****The Meeting****

The air was covered with the sweet smell of mead and warm food. Before the master table bodies moved to the rhythm of a band; feet were stumping, hearts beating, and spirits rising. Their Great Hall was filled with chieftains of every island near and far and their crewmen. It was a time of celebration for the Hairy Hooligans because that day their next chief was being introduced to the other chieftains. Of course, Hiccup wasn't too happy about this.

He was eighteen years old, and though he had grown and filled out a little he was still no match to the other chiefs. All of them made sure to point it out when they told them they couldn't believe Stoick was his father. A few men had already returned to their ships with shiners and broken noses for insulting Vahallarama's honor.

Hiccup wanted to slip past the men and join his friends who were sitting around their usual table exchanging stories with some of the visitors. They pretty much had them captivated with the accounts of their many adventures since they had started living alongside the dragons. Though Fishlegs could tell a mean story, he knew he was probably drowning them with too many details.

"Hiccup" his father called.

"What? Oh, sorry; what was the question?" he realized the other chiefs were looking at him expectantly.

"Son of Stoick, we want you to join us on the summer raid with your dragon," said the chief of the Meat Heads with a sharp toothed grin. Just imagine the riches they could gain from having this boy join them.

He? Being in a raid with Toothless? But had his father not told them he wasn't a willing killer? Yes, he had killed the Red Death, but only because it was hurting them and wanted to kill them.

"What is it boy? You are looking as pale as Freyja's ghost, are you afraid to become a man?"

"I…"

"He is busy with the dragons here," Stoick intervened, "he can't be spared for the raid" his tone meant there would be no space for objections.

"Alright Stoick, we will let it go for this time" added another chief. The boy would have to join them sometime. It was tradition.

Hiccup stared between the two large men. He had been ready to accept, though he had some doubts about it, he would have to eventually. Otherwise, when the time came for him to take over the role as chief they would not be respected. That could place the Hairy Hooligans in danger.

****At Home****

Hiccup stirred the coals of the fire, looking deeply into the flames hoping for a glimpse of the future. He knew he couldn't hold off for long. He would have to join them in a raid sometime, but a large part of him just couldn't see it. He wasn't that interested in riches, they had everything they needed in the island, and if they needed something more, they traded.

A hot coal escaped the fire before hitting his prosthetic. He kicked it back with little effort.

He wasn't a Viking, was he? How was he supposed to take care of a village full of Vikings if he couldn't call himself one? He didn't enjoy battle as much as others, and he wasn't that strong. Of course, he knew there was more to it than just that. He knew how to sail, trade, and make weapons. He had some basics down when it came to fighting thanks to Gobber and Astrid. Astrid had been teaching him to wield the ax, and he was barely passable with it. Still, as the son of the chief he knew he needed to be better than most.

His father at his age had already gone to many raids, and come back with incredible tales of valor and feats. His father knew that he wouldn't be able to make him proud during a raid. Was he trying to spare him the humiliation? Probably.

It had been a long time since he had felt so inadequate. So small. So clumsy. So Hiccup…

When sleep finally started to settle at the top of his eyelids, he went to his room. Toothless had been long asleep on his stone slab. It didn't seem fair to involve him in a raid. It was a Viking thing; dragons had no need to raid humans as long as they could hunt for themselves. When he went next summer on the raid, he would go without Toothless. Yes, it was extremely likely he would get killed, but it just didn't go well with him to bring him.

As he finally drifted to sleep, he wished he was more Viking like his father. That he could tell extraordinary tales of valor at the Great Hall after every summer, bringing gifts, and…

The young man fell asleep.

Loki who had been watching from the window couldn't help his smirk. Finally, after so many years the opportunity had arrived. He pulled from his pocket a fistful of midnight blue sand and blew it like a typhoon into the small room covering the sleeping Hiccup and Toothless. Oh, this would be so much fun.

****His Wish****

Hiccup woke up with a lot of pressure on his chest. The dragon had probably slipped to his bed in the middle of the night. He groaned wondering if Toothless needed a diet. He didn't register the sweet smell of rose water, or the other scents in the room. It was too early to think.

"Get off Toothless…" he groaned before his hands came in contact with soft tendrils of hair "…what?"

"It's too early," whoever was at top of him said, a woman definitely, before she rolled off him.

His eyes were wide as he pulled his naked body back from the woman until he fell off the bed.

"Who…what?" he said before scrambling for his clothes as he covered his privates.

"Name is Rena," she said as she snuggled into the soft bed, "but who cares"

"I do!" he whined as he pulled his pants on, and then he noticed. He had both of his feet, not a foot and a stump. He started to notice a few other things. His legs and arms were ticker, and so was his chest. They were covered with scars Ruff and Tuff would die for… Was he also taller? This had to be some sort of dream, or maybe a nightmare. Well, the woman on the bed was beautiful… No! This wasn't right! How in the name of Odin did he get there?

"You are too sweet boy," the woman chuckled but didn't leave the warmth of the bed, "your ship will be sailing soon, you should hurry"

"But…"

"If you want to do it again, it will cost you more. I am not a morning person" she uncovered her chest before he turned red.

"N…no thanks," he said before he put the rest of his clothing on. There was also a shield and battle-ax the woman reminded him to take. She seemed highly amused by his forgetfulness, still she knew better than to question her customers.

Hiccup left the brothel as dawn started to break through. He was in a village he could not recognize, but the salty breeze told him they were by the sea.

"Hicc!" he jumped before he turned to come face to face with a friendly smile from Snotlout, "c'mon. We got everything we need!"

Hiccup just followed unable to find his voice. He was actually a little taller than Snotlout, and he hadn't received any demeaning remark from him. This was surely a dream.

They made it to the port where their ships were being loaded with supplies. There was enough to feed the whole village during the winter! He couldn't remember ever being a time they had been able to trade like this.

"Hicc!" called Spitelout, his uncle before clapping him on the back, "thought we would have to fish you out of there again!"

"Ehh…"

"Alright everyone, we are ready to set sail back home!" everyone cheered before they got on the boats.

****Sailing****

The dream was lasting too long. He had hoped to wake up as soon as they saw the approaching storm.

"Don't lose the sails!" he heard someone shout as he held to the post and tied them. With this new found strength, he found the job easy to do.

"The tents!" he caught the tents used to keep the water out of the boat and shield them from the worst of the storm. They tied them to the posts to the edges of the boat. When he finally got down he was already as wet as a rat. Still, the shelter was comforting.

"Can't wait to get home," said Snotlout leaning against one of the sides of the boats, "what are you going to do when you get back Hicc?"

Why did he keep calling him Hicc? It didn't bother him, but why shorten his name, "I don't know," he wondered what else this dream had in store for him.

"Righhht!" laughed Snotlout, "are you getting cold feet?" he turned to his cousin in surprise. Why would he be afraid of returning home?

He saw his cousin flinch as if he had realized he had said something wrong "what do you mean?" he asked, surprising the other young Viking.

"Are you feeling well?" he asked curiously. He should already be on the floor from a punch to his jaw.

"I…" Hiccup realized the dream Snotlout was expecting something else from him, "this is a dream, isn't?"

"This?"

"Yeah," he felt kind of silly explaining to dream Snotlout, "I mean… never mind. I think I need to lie down"

"Those whores slipped something into your drink, didn't they?" Snotlout said before passing him a blanket, "I told you to wait until we got back home"

He laid and didn't say anything because he preferred not to think he had actually gone to a brothel or what he had done there. It wasn't rare for Vikings to do things like that, but that was just not him. He had been called lame by his peers because of this. Neither Snotlout nor Tuff would ever let him forget that he had turned down a courtesan that had taken a liking to him for his youth, and had even willingly offered him a cheap deal. Fishlegs had been with him at the time, which had made it even worse. The bigger boy had started talking about finding true love and other things that made grown men and courtesan laugh at the pub.

Then again, he remembered, Astrid had beat up both Snotlout and Tuff when she heard them making fun of him. She had called them every foul name she had been able to come up before she looked his way. She had blushed when she caught of his shocked expression. That night they had gone on their dragons and rode through the whole night, never once mentioning the incident. Only as dawn approached she asked him to never change.

He woke up with the memory of her smiling face, and the chaste kiss she laid on his cheek…wait? He woke up? But he was in a dream, right? Was it possible to dream within a dream?

It was already night time and the storm was gone, and the crew was allowing the wind to take them back home. Everyone seemed to be resting, and the tents had already been removed. He had a clear view of the night sky. By just looking at the stars, he was able to tell they would be back in Berk in a few days. He sighed; if they were riding dragons instead they would already be there.

After the storm, the weather was kind to them giving them strong winds to return them home. Everyone took this as a good omen. The time it took to return home was shortened, however, the first sight of Berk wasn't so welcoming. Many homes had turned into ashes, which others were missing walls or roofs. There was a lot of reconstruction done, and the cold season was almost upon them.

"Damned dragons!"

"Foul beasts!"

"Demons!"

Hiccup did his best to keep breathing normally. This was certainly a nightmare. He fainted in the spot.

*****At Home Again*****

He stirred in his bed, and it was his bed undeniably. The old mattress was as stiff as he remembered.

"Don't move, you are sick," he heard Astrid said before she laid a damp cloth on his forehead "you have been out since yesterday"

"I had such a stupid dream," he said with his eyes closed, "it was horrible. The whole village had been attacked by dragons and…"

"We were Hicc," she said with a reproaching tone before his eyes snapped open. The woman before him flinched, and though it was indeed Astrid, she wasn't the same Astrid he knew. It was the same beautiful blond hair, but this time it was loose and cascading down her back. Her eyes were tired and fearful. And instead of wearing her usual armor she was wearing a long dark blue robe. She looked stunning, yet sad.

"I am still dreaming," he said shaking, "why am I still dreaming?" he asked, hoping she could answer him.

"Snotlout thinks you hit your head during the last raid. He said you haven't been yourself," she said matter of fact before standing and going to his desk, which was incredibly empty. She picked a plate and cup and returned to his side, "You need to eat"

He didn't say anything and sat before taking the plate and cup from her. He started eating slowly, pondering why he was still dreaming.

"We were able save more this year than last, and with what you brought we should be set for the whole cold season. There is already a celebration in the Great Hall. Everyone is hoping you can join them soon" but her voice lacked any excitement, like she could care less.

Hiccup nodded as he chewed and didn't say anything until he swallowed, "that sounds great, but I think I will stay here. If you want to go, you don't have to stay with me, I will be fine" he needed time to find out exactly what was going on.

She stared at him with a frown. He was still giving her that soft looking smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry," he said handing her the empty plate and cup back.

"Everyone was hoping to hear about the raid," she said as he started to tuck back into his bed.

"I am sure Snotlout could do it just as well," he said, "besides, I can't remember much. You could say the whole thing is blank"

"I will go then," she said standing slowly, but never looking away from him.

"Have fun," he said sincerely, which made her look at him oddly.

"Sleep well," she said before leaving the room, sneaking one more glance at his smiling face before closing the door behind her.

He didn't like the way she was looking at him. It was almost as if she was afraid of him.

He got out of bed and dressed. Just as he was about to leave he noticed something in a corner of his room, in the place where Toothless' stone slab should had been. There was a black scale. His friend had been there.

****Night Stroll****

It was easy to sneak out of his house. No one was in the streets. He started his way towards the smithy. Hopefully he would find another clue there. As he approached the smithy, he saw Gobber come out. He had been about to call to his old mentor before he spotted the resentful scowl. He couldn't remember ever seeing Gobber with an expression like that. It made him look many years older.

"What do you want?" he snapped at him.

"Hello to you too Gobber," he said trying to be friendly, to which the older man scowled even more if it was possible "ehm, I was hoping I could…"

"Your ax is already sharpened. It's at your house," he said trying to pass him.

"Eh… thanks?" he said to which Gobber raised an eyebrow, "I was actually hoping you would let me have a look at the smithy"

"Why?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well…" was he still Gobber's apprentice? It didn't seem like it, "I was hoping I could…" but he could tell Gobber already knew he was up to something. He gave a defeating sigh before pulling out the black scale and showing it to him, "I found this in my room. It's a Nig…"

"Nightfury scale, I know. So they haven't told you yet?"

"Told me what?"

"That in the previous attack we all finally saw the Nightfury. It entered your house, though for some reason, it didn't destroy anything"

"It was searching for me…"

"It seemed like it, but what I don't get is what my smithy has to do with it"

"I can't really explain," he shook his head as if to clear the spider webs, "but I think it might have also stopped there"

Gobber gave him a calculating look, something along the lines of melancholy and hope crossed his eyes.

"Please?" he asked which made the older man's eyes widen.

"Follow me," he finally said before Hiccup followed him.

The smithy was all Gobber. His projects, plans, and tools were gone. He went straight to the small study Gobber had given him years ago. It was now only a storage area, but there he found another scale.

"Would you look at that?" he said in triumph, "he remembers"

"Who remembers?" asked Gobber.

"Toothless," he said excitedly. His friend clearly remembered too.

"Who is…"

"Thanks Gobber!" but he was already out of the smithy and running off someplace else.

****Raven's Point****

He was almost out of breath when he reached the small cove where he had befriended Toothless. It was the same as last time he had been there, but there was no sign of his friend. Still, he wouldn't give up.

"Toothless!" he started shouting, "Where are you buddy!"

Then he heard a growl. He turned to find his friend at top of a rock, looking down at him with predatory eyes.

"Hey buddy…" he started nervously when Toothless continued to growl, "can't you recognize me?" then he noted a slash on his side. He had been hurt during the attack "it's me Toothless, Hic…" but he didn't get to finish. Toothless tackled him to the ground and roared loudly on his face. Talk about deja vu. He tried his best not to show fear as he spoke, "it's me buddy. I know I look different, but it is still me; Hiccup"

The dragon only growled even more at him.

"I know you are confused, but so am I. Please believe me buddy; you know I would never do something to hurt you"

Then he watched Toothless gag before he dropped half a salmon on his chest. Toothless pulled back and sat on his back legs, just like he had many years ago.

"You are not serious," he said before Toothless growled at him, "alright; fine!" he said before biting into the fish. He tried not to think how long it had been inside Toothless. Just as before, he did his best to swallow without returning anything, "there, happy?" his response was a large lick on the face, "yeah, I am glad to see you too" he said standing before the dragon captured him in a hug, "I guess things haven't been going well for you" he remembered the injury on his side, "let's get some herbs to treat that"

****Dawn****

He had spent part of the night looking for the right herbs to apply to Toothless wounds. After that they had gone on a deserved ride through the clouds. It was a little odd that Toothless didn't need him to guide the fin that was once missing, but still enjoyed the moment. He told his friend to wait at the cove again that night while he thought of a way to get out of that problem. Both had agreed that they had indeed gone to sleep and woke up in different places, so they stuck to the idea that it was all a dream.

"Son!" he heard his father call as he entered the village. From what he had been able to gather, this was going to be so awkward "feeling better I bet!" he patted him on the shoulder and for once didn't knock him over.

"Somewhat, a little dizzy still" he needed an excuse to act differently.

"Come now, you need something to eat. Astrid said you barely ate yesterday" really? He had eaten the whole plate.

He followed his father, not believing he was just about his height. An inch or two was all he needed to be there. When they entered they were welcome by shouts of excitement. He wanted to get out as soon as he saw a crowd surrounding him, mostly women.

"Oh Hicc! You got taller!"

"Snotlout said you took ten men down all on your own!"

"Is that a new scar!"

"Eh… thanks?" he said before they stared at him oddly, "excuse me, I am going to…" he pointed to the table where his father was sitting, "you know"

"Of course!"

"Forgive us, please eat"

"Can I touch your abs?"

"I don't think so," he said before slipping away. As he ate, he tried to think of a way to wake up. Maybe if he jumped off a cliff, but what if he stayed still but now with a lot pain?

"Son, you are quiet. Is something bothering you?"

"I am just tired," he said with a sigh.

"I know it's a big step, but she is a wonderful lass," his father said, but before Hiccup could ask him what he meant he called to someone, "Astrid!"

The young woman gave a polite smile before joining Hiccup on his other side.

"I can't believe you will be married within a just a few days," he celebrated as he served her a cup while Hiccup tried to clear his throat.

"Son, you okay?"

"Y… yeah" he said trying to keep his calm, which he was failing at terribly as Astrid kept trying to get a glance of his face, "excuse me, I am not feeling well," he said before he got up and left without listening to his father's call.

He hurried to his house and went to collapse on his bed. It was true, he wasn't feeling so well. He couldn't stand that, and if this was a dream that it could be a good one. He was going to marry Astrid, but they were still at war with the dragons. Then again he was close to marrying the girl he cared for even before he started liking girls.

He sighed in frustration before turning to look up at the ceiling. If this was a dream, then whom could he talk to? He wasn't sure there was anyone he could trust. Astrid would have been his first choice, but every time he saw her, he could barely see the girl he loved. Then, there was Gobber. He could tell him just about anything, but the night before he had glared at him with so much distrust that he had felt sick at his stomach.

There was just another person he could think of that could help him. Hopefully he would be happy to see him.

****Know-it-all****

Hiccup had gone to his old friend's house, where Fishleg's mother told him he had gone fishing with his father, but would return soon. She had seemed surprised to find the son of the chief at her door, but didn't question him. She had actually seemed pleased that he was looking for Fishlegs. He had a exceptionally unpleasant feeling about it.

He waited at the docks, just sitting on the side watching. Many came forwards and offered him some of their best catches. At first he tried to refuse them, but they just kept insisting until he asked for a basket to put the fish on. He would take some to Toothless.

He spotted Fishleg's family boat closing in. As they got closer, he felt his hopes diminish.

"C'mon son, put your back into it!" and he recognized Mr. Ingerman right away, but the tall gaunt guy next to him was a whole different story. He saw the same stringy blond hair, hazel eyes, and buckteeth. Yet, he couldn't believe it until he called.

"Fishlegs!" he shouted and waived at him, offering a smile. The tall man looked shocked before he offered a nervous smile. He waived shyly back before he and his father docked.

"Hiccu…Hicc!" he corrected himself fast, "hey, how are you?"

"I need to talk to you," he helped picking some of the baskets, including his own.

"O…okay," said Fishlegs with a nervous smile before he picked some other baskets and followed with his dad silently. Hiccup could feel his eyes on his back, but he wasn't sure what feelings lay behind it. Was there mistrust and fear? Or maybe the fellowship he felt many times when it came to their curiosity about the world. He hoped for the later.

After they brought the baskets in, he and Fishlegs went to walk around the edges of the village, out of sight. He kept carrying his own basket of fish, unsure of where he would go from there. For all he knew, Fishlegs may have a grudge against him and try to kill him.

"I heard you are going to marry Astrid. I thought I would never see the day"

"So, we are friends?" he asked, and Fishlegs started to look scared.

"I am sorry… I didn't mean to…" he started saying as he stepped back, just about ready to bolt away.

"Fishlegs stop, please" and he begged which made the other young man stop and stare at him shocked "Fishlegs, I am… I am not sure what's going on, but…" he didn't think saying he believed this Berk to be a dream to sound sane "I… I am a different Hiccup"

"What do you mean?" he stopped but didn't get close to him again.

Hiccup sighed again.

"Before I tell you, please tell me if we are friends"

"We used to be"

"Used to?"

"Did you hit your head?" he said sounding almost upset

"Please, tell me what happened" Fishlegs was such a neat guy. It was hard to make him actually upset.

"We grew up, you more than me and we stopped talking" he said matter of factly.

"Is that just it?" he didn't believe it.

"What do you…" and he stared at him oddly, Hiccup realized it was betrayal what covered his eyes. Fishlegs didn't trust him, just like he would never trust Snotlout or the twins. He was no different from them in his book.

"It can't be just that!" he said exasperated, "why did you look so scared of me, why did Gobber looked at me as if I wasn't even worth noticing, why is Astrid so distant…" and when he fell to his knees he realized that even though it was a dream, it honestly did bother him, "Snotlout won't even insult me…"

"He hasn't since we were kids," said Fishlegs sitting where he had been standing, but once again, still keeping his distance "when you hit your growth spur and started hitting back, he stopped"

"I hit back Snotlout?"

"The first times were actually quite amusing, but then he was just pathetic"

"And so was I…" he added what he knew Fishlegs wanted to say.

"I went after him, didn't I?"

"Yeah," he said with a sad smile, "did you lose your memory?"

"Tell me about Gobber, wasn't I his apprentice?"

"Yes, but then you just quit"

"What did I do?" he needed to know even if it hurt him.

"You called him a crazy old man,"

"Fishlegs…"

"You called him the worst name possible for a Viking in his position. I won't repeat those words" and at once Hiccup thought of Gobber's missing hand and leg.

"What…what about Astrid?"

"You beat her, pretty bad too. Broke her arm so bad that she could not move it for half a year"

"Why in the world would…"

"She wouldn't marry you. You challenged her and did all you could to win. She just wouldn't stay down. Part of the deal was also that she quit being a Shield Maiden"

"Oh Odin, what have I done to deserve this? I wish I didn't have to, but I have to know," he looked at Fishleg's straight in the eyes, "what did I do to you?"

Fishlegs looked away and frowned, "you aren't pulling my leg, right?"

"I swear," Hiccup said feeling the back of his burn with unshed tears. He broke her arm, insulted Gobber in the worst way possible; he even beat Snotlout until he broke his spirit. He had an extremely bad feeling.

"I defied you in from of the whole tribe. Ruff and Tuff used to do all you said," he said standing, "you had them tie to a tree hanging from my arms" he started taking off his tunic. His whole upper body was covered with thin scars, "you said you had to, or the whole tribe would lose respect for you" he said tracing a ticker scar on his shoulder, "and you told me not to ever get in your way again. I did just that, I stuck to fishing with my dad"

"I am a monster," by then Hiccup had his face hidden on his hands, "this has to be a lousy dream, a nightmare" he clenched his teeth as in pain.

"Now will you explain to me what you meant by being a different Hiccup?" he asked, though part of him could believe the man before was a whole different person. He put on his robe back. The scars didn't bother him that much. They actually looked stylish in a exceptionally Viking way. What bothered him was that his best friend had done that to him.

"You are not going to believe me, but I might as well try" he uncovered his face and Fishleg's saw his eyes red and tearful, "I come from a different Berk, I don't know how is possible, but I am in the body of the Hiccup of this Berk. I am nothing like this!" he wanted to tear away his skin and muscles, "I am almost as thin as you, not as tall though, and I am not that strong. I am true Hiccup… I love Astrid, and I hope she will marry me someday, Snotlout is a jerk to me, and the twins never listen to me, and you…you are my friend. I need a way to go back home…"

"But you are saying you are Hiccup, and that you are from Berk"

"I am not the same Hiccup, and this is not my Berk" he said before taking a deep breath, "the Berk where I come from does not fight dragons, or has the need to join the raids…" and he told him of everything.

*****TO BE CONTINUED*****

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