Hiccup didn't remember much while his mother carried him back to the main part of the village. All he remembered were different people shouting "HE'S ALIVE!" or "WHAT HAPPENED!?" or "HOW IN THE-!?" or "I TOLD YOU HE WASN'T DEAD!" (which came from Snotlout, and was also a lie). Hiccup went in and out of consciousness, the pain not helping.

He suddenly found himself in his bed on his loft. He was being looked over by Gothi, Toothless, Astrid and Valka standing beside her as she worked. Hiccup figured they were too concerned to leave the room, and Gothi was too focused on her work to actually care that they were there.

He fell asleep again shortly after.

The next time he woke up, everything was clear. His vision, his pain...oh man...the pain was bad.

He was wearing the same clothes he had on when he fell into the ocean, only he wasn't wearing his armor. When he tried to sit up, he knew his entire chest and stomach were covered in bandages.

Once he sat up, Hiccup leaned against the back headboard to his bed, exhaling. Just sitting up was hard. Not only that, but it was exhausting. He just sat up, for goodness sake! It shouldn't have made him so tired.

He noticed that his right arm was in a sling, wrapped tightly in bandages. His right leg also was wrapped in bandages. His forehead was also wrapped in bandages (apparently Gothi liked using bandages on her patients).

Hiccup was about to go to sleep again, when he heard footsteps. Soon, Toothless bounded up the stairway and ran over to his rider's bed, relieved to see him awake. Toothless was followed shortly by Astrid and Valka, who both had smiles beaming across their faces.

"Hiccup," they both breathed, racing over to him.

"Hey," said Hiccup.

"How do you feel?" asked Valka, sitting on the edge of the bed, Astrid mirroring her on the opposite side.

"Okay," said Hiccup. "Everything hurts, though."

"It will," said Valka. "Gothi said you broke another rib, dislocated your right shoulder, and sprained your right leg, but other than that, nothing. It could have been a lot worse."

"The Berserkers," said Hiccup. "What happened to-?"

"Most of them died in battle," said Astrid. "The surviving ones are waiting in prison until a proper sentence can be handed down. We won, Hiccup. As soon as Dagur was killed from the fall, they panicked. Pretty much gave up."

"Any Hooligan casualties?" asked Hiccup.

"No deaths," said Valka. "A few minor injuries. Yours were the most serious out of our tribe."

"That's good," said Hiccup. "Not good that they're hurt, I mean...good that there were no deaths."

"Yeah," said Astrid. "Although Gothi has given you strict orders NOT to get out of bed...and you bet I'm not letting you."

Toothless looked up at Astrid with eyes that said "What do you mean?" Astrid smiled.

"Yeah, Toothless," said Astrid. "It means no flying."

Toothless groaned, flopping on his back again while moaning in sorrow. The three others in the room laughed as Toothless did so.

They were finally safe. Dagur was dead, his Berserker army defeated.

It was over.

Finally over.

The choice had been made...

...and it had been the right one.

THE END

And thus concludes the "How Not To" series! Good? Bad? Please give me your opinion! I sure loved writing this fanfiction! Now I can move on to "THIS IS BERK." If you have any suggestions on what to write next, please give them to me! Along with "THIS IS BERK" I will be writing another one sometime called "Who Is Your Friend?" It should be pretty exciting, but I won't be posting any of it for who-knows-how long. I'm working on "THIS IS BERK" now. :) Have fun! Hope you liked this!