Twenty-Four: Return from the Edge

The Granite Office was the seat of the President of the United Archipelago, a magnificent space lined with grey mottled granite and dominated by a black granite desk, marked with a few iridescent inclusions, poised to a mirror sheen. The Archipelago Flag hung behind the black leather chair of the President, which was occupied by the precise shape of Viggo Grimborn, signing Presidential Orders with a flourish. He barely looked up as the door opened and three shapes walked in.

"Ah-Vice President Winger," he said smoothly. "I have been expecting you. I trust this is to do with Drago Bludvist's trial?" Atali Winger planted her hands on her hips and sighed.

"I regret I have another matter of equal severity to report," she said and Viggo finally looked up.

"Oh?"

"We have located the fugitive, Ryker Grimborn-hiding at your home," she told him as he gave an exaggerated sigh.

"My brother knows my home well and I am certain he would find it easy to…" he began but Atali shook her head.

"He was in your kitchen making breakfast-and had been sleeping in a guest bed upstairs," she added. "I doubt you would have failed to notice him, sir." Viggo steepled his fingers and leaned forward.

"Family is family," he explained. "That comes above all."

"Indeed," Astrid said as she walked forward. "Three years ago, the village of Jaegerby was annihilated by the men of Oswald Oswaldson. Not one single person escaped alive. And among the families that were wiped from existence…were the whole Grimborn family." Viggo stiffened.

"A fact I am not unaware of," he said tightly. "If that is all, I have a million things to do…"

"It's not," Atali said quietly.

"At the same time, Drago Bludvist was fighting Oswald in the polls…and of course, he won by a landslide," Eret continued, his delivery smooth and assured. "His Vice President and running mate saw the opportunity to eliminate the man who had wiped out his entire family, his home village. He raised the matter of Oswald at an extraordinary meeting of the new Cabinet. His demands for a final solution to Oswald was rejected."

Viggo's hand slid slowly across the desk towards the drawer and the concealed gun.

"Undeterred, he amended the cabinet minutes and issued the executive Order in Drago Bludvist's name to Heimdallr Black Ops Unit-and its finest sniper, Lieutenant Hiccup H Haddock," Astrid continued. "He proceeded with the mission as if it were authorised by the President…because as far as he was concerned, it was. You know, we thought it was Bludvist eliminating a Presidential rival…but it was too soon in his reign to make such a decisive move that even the dimmest voter would realise was a very large step towards despotism. We never considered that Oswald's death itself would be for revenge. Yet that's what it was-murder using the instruments of Government an the Armed Forces to take your vengeance on the evil man who killed your family."

"I am afraid you are mistaken…" Viggo interrupted her.

"Every digital transaction leave a trace-even after two and a half years," Astrid told him evenly. "And we had security footage showing you at the very console at the time the minutes were overwritten and the 'Presidential Order' was issued. I am afraid there is no mistake."

"You really cannot imagine how terrible it was to find them strewn like dead livestock, the homes burned and everything gone!" Viggo snapped. "A thousand years of history of my Hunter clan-erased. Ryker and I were the only ones left. And of course he would never betray me-family is above everything. But one of us had to go with him when he made his move and we knew I had to remain separate so I could assume power once he was impeached…so Ryker 'joined' him. And escaped when it all went south. Even if he overdid his acting..."

"Removing Oswald was a terrible deed-but could be justified if all the politicians were in agreement, having weighed all the pros and cons, legalities and moral dimension…but they did and found it could not be justified. So you broke the law for your vengeance and used soldiers to kill him. One of them was then betrayed by Bludvist to use Oswald's son for his own ends. Had you trusted to the law and the security services, we could have stopped him. We would have stopped them both."

"You are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder," Eret said. "Stand up, Mister Grimborn!"

"I am your President!" Viggo yelled, grabbing the gun-but Astrid fired her stunner at the same moment. He collapsed back into the chair.

"Not any more," she commented and looked over to Vice-President Winger. "Is Article 47 signed?"

"As of one hour ago…with the agreement of the entire Cabinet and all the heads of the security services," she confirmed. "Please can you make sure he is taken to the appropriate facility and cared for until the stunner wears off. And then we will arrange for his arraignment." Astrid smiled.

"Yes, Madame President," she said and nodded to Eret, who lifted the unconscious shape of Viggo, carefully cuffed him and slung him over his shoulder. Astrid nodded as Atali moved to the desk.

"He didn't do it, you know," she said to the agent. "Neither of them did."

"I don't understand…" Astrid began but the new Acting-President smiled.

"The Pardon. Neither of them issued a Presidential Pardon for Hiccup Haddock in recognition of the wrongs that happened to him as a direct result of the criminality of senior members of the Government and the assistance he tendered in ending the threats of Dagur, Drago Bludvist…and, I guess, Viggo Grimborn…to the people of the Archipelago. So I have. As of the hour I took office, he is a free man, to do whatever he wishes with his life." And she smiled. "I thought you might want to give him the news, Agent Hofferson." Astrid nodded.

"Thank you, Madame President-I am certain he will be very grateful," she said and headed for the door. Eret was gone and she knew he would have taken care of Viggo, as they had agreed-so she got the good job, for once. Pulling out her phone, she dialled the number she had been given in Berserk. After three rings, Toothless answered.

"This had better be good," he warned her but she smiled.

"It's okay," she said. "I don't have his number and I know you are in touch with him. You can tell him he was right: Viggo Grimborn gave the order. And now he's facing charges of murder and corruption. It's over."

oOo

There was a huge jolt of deja vu as Astrid Hofferson walked up to the bar a week later. It was dark and cold in the alleyway and the sounds of several people fighting were permeating from within, along with the sounds of smashing glass and heavy rock. Glancing up, she saw the sign had suffered a little and two more letters had taken to flickering on and usually off, meaning she was now walking into 'THE DRAGO'S EG'. Lips tilting in a smile, she pushed the door open and walked in.

Several bikers were just about still moving, though feebly and a large man with a bucket improbably on his head was aimlessly sweeping around them to try to get the glass up from the sticky floor., completely ignoring their injuries. Swerving around barfight losers and the rather disinterested janitor, she made it to the bar and grinned at the barman.

"Evening, Gobber," she said.

"He's not here," the man said automatically and she shrugged.

"Can you tell him I am. Please?" she asked him quietly and his blue eyes narrowed.

"I'm not sure what yer planning fer that poor laddie now but..." Gobber began protectively but she raised her hands to appease him.

"I'm off duty," she told him quickly. "This is just a social visit and this is literally the only place I know I can get hold of him."

"Mebbe he doesnae want tae be gotten hold of?" Gobber asked her pointedly and she shrugged.

"Maybe I really really want to get hold of him?" she asked him pointedly. "And he deserves the choice? Not for anything professional but because...he owes me a date." Gobber scowled, looking sceptical. "I found out his middle name, Gobber. I saw the graves of his wife and son. I made sure he got his revenge...and everyone involved in their deaths is answering for their actions. And if he doesn't want to speak to me, I will be devastated...because he did kiss me. And I think there should be a Hiccup and Astrid."

"AWWWW."

Barman and customer looked up as the janitor leaned on the broom, a gooey expression on his big face, his long blond beard quivering as he seemed on the brink of tears. "Gobber, you gotta tell her that he..."

"Bucket...I think the johns are backed up again!" Gobber growled quickly. The man with the bucket on his head...who seemed to be called 'Bucket', suddenly looked determined.

"I'll sort them out right away," he promised and turned away. Astrid raised an eyebrow.

"Interesting staff you have here," she commented and Gobber grinned.

"No one else would employ him," he explained warmly. "He was struck by lightning on his farm up in the mountains a few years back and he's...well, simple. So his brother Mulch and he lost the farm and they came down here looking for work so I look out for them here." He sighed. "He's not a very good janitor but he means well." Then he leaned forward. "And Hiccup was expecting you tae turn up, lass-so he asked me to be ready for you. He seemed to think ye didnae like meh best bourbon."

"No," she admitted honestly. "Tastes like metal polish."

"Barbarian," Gobber grumbled under his breath but reached down under the bar and fished out a green glass bottle from the ice bucket. "He suggested this would be better for you." Astrid peered at a French White Burgundy and nodded.

"I prefer wine," she admitted and Gobber nodded professionally, using his prosthetic hand-which was currently a corkscrew/bottle opener-to uncork the bottle and pour a generous measure into a perfectly clean and smudge-free wine glass that was whisked from under the bar. She smiled. "That's perfect," she admitted as she took a sip. Gobber carefully recorked the bottle and placed it back in the ice bucket.

"Aye, well the laddie insisted I had something special fer yer," he told her. "I think he may like you too… And yer were kind tae him at the funeral as well…" Her eyes glittered and for a moment, the older man could see why his young friend was enamoured with the blonde special agent, despite the huge negative factor of her job.

"I hope so," she admitted. "I mean, he's sarcastic and sassy and kills people for a job but he is kind, decisive, brave, selfless, a great leader and he is so cute when he gets self-conscious and rubs the back of his neck and..."

"I'll get meh good suit cleaned, shall I?" Gobber asked and she face-palmed.

"Maybe I should meet him first?" she suggested and he looked embarrassed.

"I've got a table waiting fer yer," he added, gesturing over to the far corner by the pool table as she raised an eyebrow.

"Ah-don't want me scaring the other customers?" she guessed and he nodded.

"Something like that," he admitted as she lifted the glass and carefully weaved her way around the semi-conscious bikers who were slowly being dragged onto the street by a very small, round, hairy man and a bald man with jug ears and a long, floppy blond moustache. Finding the table-which was tucked in a shadowy corner, she took the seat with the wall to her back and set the glass in the middle of the table, scanning the space. The music had changed from heavy rock to 'Nellie the Elephant' and she grinned, guessing who had been at the juke box. Though the bar had a fearsome reputation, once you got to know Gobber, the place was more like a family bar with added temporary dangerous characters...but the regulars looked after each other.

Sipping her excellent wine, she scanned the room. She hadn't expected to find Hiccup here, of course but she could still recall her first view of the tall, lean man, dressed in his casual outfit and winning at pool-then finishing off the men who tried to cheat him. She sighed and sat back. Maybe he wouldn't come and this would be it...but her heart told her that he wanted to stay in touch and that the kisses had been real.

The scrape of a chair dragged her back to reality and she looked up-into the face of a large, ugly man with pock-marked and scarred face, his dark eyes inspecting her covetously.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked.

"Yes, I do mind," she told him bluntly. "That seat is taken."

"It is now," he told her and sat down, eyeing her chest. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a bar like this?" She sighed and sipped her wine, then very carefully, she placed it on the floor under her chair, right back against the wall.

"Wanting you to go and waiting for my friend," she answered shortly. He scowled, his black brows dipping. He was dressed in leathers with studs on the shoulders, his big hands sliding over the sticky wood of the table.

"But I thought we could be friends," he told her lecherously and she sighed.

"No thanks," she said, her booted foot slamming up and straight between his legs with every ounce of strength she possessed. He yelled in pain as her fist arched up, catching the point of his jaw and slamming him back-and in that second, she moved, her other hand slapping onto his forehead and using her weight and momentum to slam his head hard down onto the floor. He was knocked senseless instantly. Standing up, she kicked him off the chair and then righted it, leaving the unconscious man lying on the floor and looking over at the two men who were disposing of the unwanted guests. The small man gave a very amiable grin from behind his wild greying beard and ambled forward, grabbing the hapless biker by the ankle and generously adding to his head injuries by clunking his head against every chair and table leg he could manage on the way out.

Sitting back and sipping her wine, she heard a footstep approach and rolled her eyes, tensing to fend off another unwanted advance.

"Mind if I sit here-or should I have brought a crash helmet?" Hiccup asked. Face lighting with relief, she surged to her feet and took two steps towards him, grabbing his face and kissing him thoroughly. When she pulled back, he grinned. "I'll take that as a yes," he added and plopped down.

"Where have you been?" she demanded, searching his face for any signs of injury or wariness-but he was smiling at her.

"I needed a little time," he admitted. "Needed to sort out Dad's last few affairs, needed to visit Cami and Sam and to talk to Bertha. Properly. At length. And I needed to sort my head and my heart out about what I feel for you." She sipped her wine again and sat back.

"Oh," she said, unsure how to respond. Another glass slammed onto the table-a matching wine glass with the same excellent wine within. Gobber gave a huge grin.

"Anything else you two want?" he asked indiscreetly. Hiccup sighed.

"Maybe a little privacy?" he suggested as Gobber's face fell a smidgeon. Then he winked.

"Ah. AHHH! Right, I'll just be off over there, minding meh own business...don't mind ole Gobber..." he rambled, giving Hiccup a thumb's up sign as he headed back for the bar. Groaning and face-palming, the young man blushed.

"Thor, strike me down with lightning now,' he muttered.

"Please no," she commented. "I've only just found you again." He sipped his drink and then very carefully sat back. He could hear steps approach and Astrid's eyes widened as three men in similar outfit to the man she had laid out gathered around the young couple.

"'Ere! We saw what you did to Gudjon!" the first one said and there was a pause as Hiccup turned his head to glare at the men.

"Ah. Was he the arrogant imbecile who chose to sit in my place with my friend here when she told him the seat was taken?" he clarified pleasantly.

"It's taken when he says it it," the man sneered. "And you are?" Emerald eyes narrowed as Hiccup gave a very cold smile.

"Night Fury," he breathed. "Wanna annoy me some more?"

The men gaped and backed off, sharing looks that plainly said 'Oh Thor-this is the most feared hitman in the Archipelago and we've just pissed him off.'

"Um…no..sorry to have wasted your time…um…bye…" the man said and he and his fellows broke for it and ran for the door. Both Hiccup and Astrid watched them go-and them burst out laughing.

"A reputation is a terrible thing to waste," the hitman said as he chuckled. "And it sometimes reduces complications…" She shook her head, still laughing. He was here, his emerald eyes filled with life and hope which had been missing when she first met him. Now, he had done what he had planned to and had additionally saved the Archipelago and himself.

"It's a good reputation," she commented. "And now you have a choice. After all-you were pardoned of all crimes committed to the date that Atali Winger took over as Acting President. So you have a clean slate. If you want to use it." His face fell and he sighed.

"I may have earned a pardon for my efforts in ending Dagur and ensuring all the people who caused the deaths of my family are facing justice," he reminded her. "But what else have I got left? I quit the Berk Rangers after the funeral. The army won't re-enlist me because of everything that has happened and Heimdallr wouldn't touch me in any case. So what else is left for me? Gun shop owner? Firearms instructor? Bouncer? Cop?"

"Thor, no," she murmured, momentarily imagining him in a cop's uniform and feeling her pulse accelerate. "I mean, there are far better things that you could be doing with your life than those." He stared at her and took a sip of her wine by accident. "Hey…" Her tone was reproachful and he blushed in embarrassment.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"Look-you have shown exceptional skills in infiltrating Dagur's Berserker Organisation, in planning and executing the ambush and in improvising the solutions to dealing with Bludvist and his men," she told him.

"Aww-and I thought you didn't notice," he sassed back. She took his hands.

"Very serious," she reminded him firmly. "Honestly, Hiccup-you're someone I trust my life with…and there are about two people in that club." His lips curled up in a smirk.

"Club, eh? Are there caps and T-shirts?" he asked her. She chuckled.

"And a special handshake," she added. "I'm serious. And I think we could use a man like you."

His expression hardened and the humour left his eyes.

"That's the problem," he told her, his tone cold. "I've been used all my life. And look what it got me."

"Then be part of something that gives you freedom to be yourself and still use your skills…" she began. He sat back, pulling his hands free of her gentle grasp and taking a long chug of his wine.

"You want me to join your little club?" he asked sarcastically. "Sit there like a good boy next to Fish and Snothat? Take orders with a smile from Director frickin' Jorgensen?"

"Did you just say frickin'?" she asked.

"Public venue," he snapped back. "I'd last ten minutes before I shot him. I couldn't join BHS."

"I'm not asking you to," she cut in, her eyes glittering. He started and his eyes widened. "Look, Acting-President Winger wants to shake up the intelligence agencies because they really aren't working. ASS are being disbanded in favour of a smaller 'Presidential Security Unit' while AIS and BHS are being overhauled. I think BHS is being revamped into a criminal and security agency to deal with civilian and foreign threats to security and director Jorgensen is being moved aside to allow Throk to take charge. He's reliable and humourless…which is perfect for the post. AIS is becoming the AIA-the Archipelago Intelligence Agency with Mala Queen taking the reins."

Hiccup thought for a moment.

"I was under the impression that Caldera Cay and its heads were a secret," he reminded her. She sighed and sipped her drink.

"Caldera Cay has been knocked to bits by what we did to it and it's going to take years to rebuild, renovate and restore after what happened," she explained. "And President Winger knows what Mala and Throk are capable of. She just made them a better offer."

"Shame-I was hoping they wanted me as security at Caldera Cay. Looked like a nice cushy job…long periods of sitting in the spa and relaxing and short periods of almost being killed and blowing the shit out of the place…" he sassed back. "Okay…Mala is a good choice. But won't the regular agents get pissed that someone who has been off the grid and killed people for a living is suddenly shoehorned into their precious starched-ass group?" Astrid sat back now and she was definitely smiling.

"Mala and the President proposed a special unit," she began and he rolled his eyes.

"Special is never good," he grumbled. "I was recruited to Heimdallr by being told it was a special assignment, lots of prestige and the chance for adventure and travel…"

"Really? And you actually bought that?"

"Yeah…and being the good soldier and good son, I wanted my Dad to be proud of me and see I was making a difference. And I was only eighteen. Instead, I was taught to kill really, really well and then used…"

"This special will be slightly different," the blonde agent suggested, hearing the edge to his voice. Even now, the mention of his father caused him pain. Toothless had filled her in that Hiccup and his Dad had been really close and the younger Hiccup had craved his father's approval…so that when he lost everything and used his skills for murder for hire and revenge, he had the strongest belief that his father would have been ashamed of his son. "This special is a select group of people who work well together and who can tackle the most unexpected and dangerous situations using innovation, improvisation, determination and exceptional skills…"

"I don't like where this is going…" he muttered.

"I think she's calling it 'Strike Unit'," she continued.

"Dumb name," he condemned, finishing his wine.

"You could do better?" she challenged him.

"Working on it," he retorted with a small smile. "Who else will be in this select group?" She grinned.

"Me," she said. "Fish. And I was hoping that maybe Toothless and the twins would join us. And you. Especially you." He inspected her face and smiled.

"You know, I think I may not be anywhere near as good at taking orders as I used to be…" he reminded her.

"Not how a team works," she riposted.

"Pretty sure it's sort of supposed to…" he sassed. "I mean, it wouldn't be much of a team if no one followed any sort of hierarchy…"

"You mean like Snotlout?"

"Especially like Snotlout…" he said firmly.

"I guess he ought to be given a chance…I mean, he did show some of the vaguest glimmerings of potential when he was called upon," she admitted. He arched a cynical eyebrow. "Hiccup…" she admonished him and he shrugged.

"I believe he may not be a total ass…" he admitted dryly. "But he's got a lot to learn…"

"I'm a career agent, Snot is a wannabe career agent, Fish is impressive in data and intel-and Toothless is remarkable. The twins are amazing-crazy and scary but incredible when they choose. And you…what can I say?" He gestured to himself self-deprecatingly.

"Can't resist all this hitman?" he teased her.

"Maybe…but I can't resist the decorated Black Ops Lieutenant, army sniper and frankly amazing man who avenged his family, brought the President and the Vice-President to justice and saved the Archipelago!" Her smile was playful and he felt that thrill in his chest once more…and this time, there was no guilt.

"Does this new unit allow relationships between the agents?" he asked her and she lowered her eyes for a second.

"I suspect Mala already knows we're friends," she reminded him. "And she asked me to ask you. She said-and I quote 'Hiccup Haddock is too good a man and too valuable an asset to waste. Some good should come from the tragedy. And I think he would want to make sure no one else has to suffer the way he has.' End quote." He stared at her.

"And you didn't use that as your opening gambit?" he asked her sarcastically. She shrugged.

"I had hoped you would consider it because I asked you," she said quietly. He leaned forward, beckoning her with his index finger and as she leaned closer, he gently pressed a kiss to her lips. She gasped.

"And you had me when you said you would be joining, Astrid," he admitted gently. "And you know that it may not be completely plain sailing…because I have lost my wife and son, so I may be a little…out of practice. But if you would be willing to give me a chance…I would love to try…"

"What-the unit or a relationship?" she asked him bluntly and he started laughing.

"I was hoping to maybe try a couple of dates first…" he chuckled. "I mean, I appreciate the vote of confidence and admire your optimism but I would like to be asked…" She blushed and read the unfamiliar humour and hope in his sparkling emerald eyes.

"Shut up and kiss me," she growled and pulled him into an urgent kiss, her hands sinking into his soft auburn hair as he tenderly grasped her face to deepen the kiss. And then they both started at the sound of a cork popping. Looking up warily, they saw Gobber holding a Magnum of champagne in his real hand, with Toothless, Fishlegs and the twins all standing beside him, all grinning broadly.

"About time, laddie," the barman commented with a satisfied grin. "I thought ye would never make yer move…and yer friends would be disappointed again." Looking up at his friends, Hiccup smiled, feeling the warmth of belonging, the aching void from the deaths of his Mom and Dad, wife and son easing with the genuine happiness in the faces of his friends at the sight of him making his first steps to moving on.

"We'll talk about this later, Gobber," he said gruffly. "Meantime, pour the fizz for us all while I have something much more important to do…" And then he wrapped his arm around Astrid and pulled her back into the kiss.

One Month Later…

The blank concrete face of the HQ of the newly formed Archipelago Intelligence Agency was warmed by the unseasonal sun as the Head of AIA walked into the briefing room. The heavily tinted bulletproof glass still displayed the sunny vista of Berk, the light glittering off the calm, deep blue sea in the harbour as she approached the oval briefing table.

Mala was in her trademark black, the long coat of her tailored pant suit almost reaching her knees and heels clicking as she crossed the wooden floor to take her seat at the head. The others in the specialist unit were all there, though the Thorstons were fighting over a chicken which was improbably seated on the table, trying to lay an egg. Fishlegs had his computer open and was demonstrating something to Toothless. The former handler was all in black, his black jeans, T-shirt and leather jacket familiar to the woman, who had liaised with him extensively in setting up the unit. The man looked up, his green eyes twinkling behind his thick-rimmed glasses, his jet hair tousled. Snotlout Jorgensen was taking a selfie, demonstrating his muscles-presumably for some poor unfortunate female. And as Mala watched, he got slapped upside his head by Astrid Hofferson.

The blonde agent rolled her eyes and sat back on her seat, beside the last member of the group. Still looking tense but affecting a casual expression, Hiccup Haddock glanced at her. Astrid was in a grey pant suit, her expression stern and blonde hair braided over her left shoulder while Hiccup was much more casual in a leaf green shirt, bronze waistcoat and brown denim pants with his leather jacket slung over the back of his chair. He smiled and touched her hand-and she instantly calmed as Mala took her seat.

"Welcome," she announced in her calm voice. "I am gratified that you all accepted my invitation-though I am not sure I asked for the poultry, Theodore." Tuffnut huffed.

"Only my Mom calls me that," he complained.

"Busted!" Ruffnut scoffed.

"That wasn't an invitation to gloat, Raquel," Mala admonished her as she gave a huge groan and buried her face in her arms. "Right, now we are all here, I have an announcement to make. I have decided to appoint a team leader for Strike Unit…" Hiccup put his hand up.

"Can I just say that is a really dumb not to mention inaccurate name?" he said as the Director raised an eyebrow. "I mean, we're not going to strike anything, are we?" The Director shook her head.

"So what do you suggest?" she asked.

"Hey-why are you asking him?" Snotlout asked irritably. "It's not like he's even an agent…"

"But he is," Astrid said smugly. "He signed his contract of employment, the Official Secrets Act and the other declarations as well three weeks ago."

"But it's not like he's the boss…" Snotlout protested, casting Hiccup a smirk. He clearly thought he would be considered for the role.

"Actually…he is," Mala announced. "In view of his performance and skills, I have placed him in field control of the unit, with Astrid Hofferson as his second-in-command…"

"What?" There were unsympathetic laughs from the twins at his outraged shout and Mala rubbed the bridge of her nose in irritation.

"Enough! You were saying, Agent Haddock?" she said sternly. He smiled.

"Thanks, Director," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. "I was saying 'Strike' Unit is inaccurate and really doesn't refer to what we do. So maybe we should be what we are…Defenders of Berk." Astrid's eyes widened and she smiled.

"Good one, Babe," she murmured.

"Thanks," he replied as she sat back, his hand ghosting hers. Mala nodded.

"Defenders of Berk it is," she said. "Right, first item of business…"

As she began to talk, the former hitman sat back amid his friends and beside his new girlfriend, a warm glow filling his chest and listening to the duties and priorities for his new job as a Special Agent and Defender of Berk.

The End

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the story. Thanks for all your support-harrypanther