"If it's any help Hiccup," Jack smiled, "we managed to nick this back." North opened his coat and handed Hiccup his satchel.

Hiccup smiled in thanks and dragged out a book that held maps, which were of use since North need to know where he was going to use the "globe" correctly. But who to go to? He turned to a page in the center of the book, labeled "Blood Feud Table".

The Outcast had been crossed off way before he opened the book, they had a blood feud with everyone due to attitude problems. He focused more on the arrows leading off of the Hooligans to find a suitable island.

"Only three arrows?" he said to himself, "wow, thought they'd be fighting with everyone." He looked at the feud before deciding on one.

"Alright everyone," he said, his throat a lot less sore after a cup of water, "we're going to the Bog."

"No thanks," Bunny declined, "went earlier, should be fine for another few hours," he said, eliciting a few laughs.

"No," Hiccup chuckled, "the Bog-Burglars island."

Bunny made a small, embarrassed "oh" before turning to North, "well, you heard the man." Everyone took two oars each and started rowing as North threw up a crystal clear ball- after look at the maps -that then expanded into a circle for the boat. In the circle, Hiccup could see a different part of the ocean, cleaner waters and distant islands.

They all rowed, all except Jack's little sister and Hiccup's dragon, who sat playing with each other on the deck. When they crossed the portal, Hiccup could not see the island they had set out for.

Seeing the worry on his face, North explained that he had sent them a few mile away so any Bogs watching the water would not see them appear as if from nowhere. "It should be that way," he said, pointing west.

After turning towards the designated direction, they set sail for the island. They had been rowing for a good few hours (or at least what felt like it) before they hit shore. It had been sunrise when they had set off and now the sun was high in the sky.

Hiccup decided to go first, telling all of them to stay there until he came back. The Bogs knew Hiccup as one of their heir's friends so he shouldn't have had a problem working something out with them.

He also wouldn't be surprised if news had traveled about him being disowned and outcasted and they downright refused to have him, but he could hope.

He walked along the beach and met with a woman who had come to investigate the boat. Trying to hide his hand and his forehead. "I...er...come in peace?" he stammered.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, "what you hiding behind your back?"

Hiccup looked up at the woman, she had arms and legs like tree trunks and a faint mustache on her upper lip. "N-nothing, why would I b-be hiding anything?"

He had to give it to her, for all she knows he could be hiding a dagger behind his back and he probably didn't look very trust worthy. He held his hand out in front of him, hoping he can prove his innocence and hide his scar in her handshake before hiding it behind his back again without suspicion.

"I'm-" he started, only to be cut off.

"I know who you are," she sneered, "you're Stoick's lad, Burp."

"Er...no, it's Hiccup."

"Oh, well it was close enough, what do you want any way?" she finally asked.

"I'm glad you asked, I'd wish to speak to your Chief," he explained.

She looked him over, "what about?"

"If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to keep that between me and her, and she can tell her tribe later if she wishes. I'd like her to hear it first," he said hopefully.

She grunted before leading him to, what he assumed, was Bertha's house. She pounded on the door, "Chief, there's some little twerp here who wishes to speak with you."

The door flew open and instead of the bulking frame of the Bog's Chief, they saw the lithe frame of her daughter. "Hiccup!" she shouted in recognition, "come in! Come in, Mom's just over here. Mom! Hiccup's here to speak to you!" she yelled as she slammed he door shut.

Bertha offered Hiccup a seat before taking one of her own, "so what brings you here lad?"

Instead of answering, Hiccup brought his right hand onto the surface of the table. Bertha gasped when her eyes hit the scar embedded in his hand. Camicazi gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before her eyes met the blue scar he'd desperately been trying to hide, at least for now.

She pushed his hair back before he could protest. Eyes wide, Bertha cleared her throat and her daughter let his hair fall back over the tattoo.

After a moment of shocked silence, Hiccup sadly said, "if-if you'd like me to go I understand, I thought I'd just come here for help since I wasn't going to get it off my own tribe. And-and I know you don't normally accept males into your tribe, and I'm not asking you to," he quickly added, "we just need a place we can get back on our feet, keep our head down for a while."

As Hiccup started to miserably rose from his seat, Bertha lifted her hand to stop him, "we?"

"The rest of Dagur's slaves."

The Chief's eyes widened as he mentioned the red head's name. She knew how brutal the bastard was and she felt a sudden wave of sympathy for the lad, he was only fifteen and to have the rest of his life taken away from him? And what he would've went through. Neither wanted to think about it.

"There's a house that hasn't been used in years, the owner had a big family but she died and the rest of her family moved out, it might be a squeeze depending on how many you have but I think we could make it work," Bertha finally said.

Hiccup grinned from ear to ear, "really?"

"Really," Bertha replied, both her and Camicazi wearing twin grins. Hiccup bolted out the door with a thank you and ran towards the boat.

The rest of the ex-slaves were as happy and excited as he was as they ran back towards the Chief's house, where Bertha was waiting for them outside. She led them to their new home.

Home.

It had been a while since he could call anywhere home because home wasn't where you were born. Or where you lived.

It was where you are accepted and, even though he was no woman, an Outcast and slave, he had been accepted, along with the rest of his friends and, to him, that meant he was home.