Epilogue 2

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JustANormalHTTYDFan: I didn't include the dragons much in the epilogue, mainly because there wouldn't be too much to write about them. I think epilogue 1 covers it enough. I really can't think of enough content to cover a whole epilogue for just the dragons.

A/N: Thank you for reading the story until here! This is the last chapter of the story. How did you find it? Any room for improvement? Please review.

I have another story coming up too, but I just started writing it, so it might be a few more months before the first chapter comes up. I like to pre-write a few chapters so I can ensure I have a fully written chapter for each week. The main character of the upcoming story will be an OC though. Hiccup and the dragon riders will be involved in it, but there wouldn't be as much of them as you might like. Their first appearance might be in chapter 3 or 4 or later even. It's a new concept I'm working with, and I'm quite excited to see how it turns out. Anyway, without further ado, here's the last chapter in the story.

Epilogue 2

Light slowly filtered through his shut eyelids. Instinctively, he raised a hand to block out the light. Slowly, he opened his eyes, squinting against the light as he did so. He sat up and began to look around. He was on a soft, grassy plain, with gentle hills around him and a lovely pond by his side.

Where am I? He thought to himself. He idly rustled his hands through the soft grass, enjoying the feel of the cool blades against his skin. The cool wind blew through his hair, rustling his messy auburn mop.

How did I get here? He furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to remember what was happening. The wind blew against his face, taking away all his worries and anxieties. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the feeling of the cooling wind against his body.

Inhaling… why is that so familiar… Suddenly, as though a torch was suddenly lit in his brain, he recalled everything. He remembered all the things he said, all the feelings he was feeling, all the…

"Son?" A deep, husky voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He slowly turned to face the direction of the voice. When he saw who it was, his face lit up in delight. He would never fail to recognise the vast figure that stood ahead of him, the thick auburn braided beard and moustache, and the loving black eyes that revealed so much more than he said.

"Dad?" He said hesitantly, unsure of whether to believe his eyes or not. There was a moment of hesitation, before the two of them ran towards each other and embraced warmly. Happiness and joy flowed through each other as they were finally reunited again after so many years apart.

"It's so good to finally see you again, Hiccup." Stoick said as he continued to hold Hiccup. Eventually, the pair broke apart, smiling widely as they continued to look at each other.

However, a moment later, Hiccup's head dipped down and his eyes flashed with remorse. "Dad," he began hesitantly. "I'm-I'm sorry."

Stoick was confused. "Sorry for what, Hiccup?"

Hiccup continued to look down, unwilling to look up at his father. "I'm sorry for not being a great chief, Dad. I let so many people die. I led them wildly into battle and- and so many died there. I gave up information to stop myself from being tortured, and got Gobber killed because of me. I-I-"

"Hiccup, stop," Stoick said in a firm but gentle voice. Hiccup stopped his rambling and looked up at his father. His face did not show disappointment or anger, but rather pride and joy. "We're Vikings, it's an occupational hazard."

"Don't blame yerself, lad," a nasally voice sounded from the side, interrupting Stoick. Hiccup turned to look at the source of the voice. He beamed from ear to ear when he saw who it was.

"Gobber!" Hiccup exclaimed loudly, and ran over to hug his mentor. Gobber returned the embrace.

"It's good to see yer too, laddie," he said.

As the two broke apart, Hiccup suddenly noticed something different. "Gobber, you-you…"

"What is it?" Gobber asked.

"You have all four limbs," Hiccup said.

Gobber laughed loudly, surprising Hiccup. "Of course I do, laddie, we're in Valhalla!"

Hiccup seemed shocked at this revelation. "We-we are?" He asked, confused.

"Well, yer definitely couldn'ta ended up in Helheim after that, could ya? This lad's a wee bit slow, eh Stoick?" Gobber teased, nudging Stoick with his elbow and chuckling.

Stoick chuckled with his friend for a while, much to Hiccup's embarrassment. "Really feeling the love," Hiccup said sarcastically, raising his hands dramatically and rolling his eyes.

"I've gotta head back now," Gobber said when he stopped chuckling. "Tha' hall has me favourite mead." With a wave, he turned around and walked back the way he came. Hiccup watched as his former mentor walked smoothly back down along the smooth grassy plain.

"Hiccup," Stoick said when Gobber had left. "You were a great chief. You led them really well. I saw it all. From the time that I died until the time… well, you know." He gestured at Hiccup with both of his hands. Hiccup rolled his eyes dramatically. "You were the best chief Berk could ask for. You ended the war with the dragons and gave them peace for twenty whole years. That's twenty more than I ever did." Stoick chuckled. "You've led them really well the whole time."

"But," Hiccup said apprehensively. "I caused the war with Krizzen. I caused the deaths of some of them."

"But you gave your life for their peace. The peace which they enjoy now," Stoick said comfortingly. "You did something really noble, son, and I couldn't be prouder."

Hiccup seemed to be shocked by what his father said. "You-you're proud? Not disappointed?"

"Of course not," Stoick said. "You died for them. Why would I be disappointed in you? Come now, let me take you to your rightful place at the table of chiefs."

Hiccup smiled. He always wanted peace on Berk, and if the price was his life, then so be it. He looked back down at his people. They were living happy lives again. Fisherman going to fish in peace, traders reaching Berkian waters safely and soundly, the little children running around without a worry. Merchants setting up stores without having to worry about dragon attacks, warriors training the younger generation without any imminent war. No fear of enemies, no fear of war. It gave him great joy to see this sight.

Turning back around, he walked towards his father, the chief of Berk who gave his life for his son, who in turn had given his life for his tribe. They were both great in their own rights, and both thoroughly deserve their places at the table of chiefs. Stoick clasped a hand around Hiccup's shoulder, and together, the two great chiefs walked together into eternity, where they would spend their time at the table of chiefs, feasting and dining like the great chiefs they were.

THE END