Hellooooooo, my friends. I have yet another chapter for you all to enjoy, and I will make another one as soon as I update all of my stories. Have fun!

Astrid could hear the entire hall gasp, but she simply sat still. She couldn't move. She knew he was alive; she had known since OHiccup was there. But now . . . actually seeing him . . . it felt . . . different, somehow. It was a good different, but still different. Her eyes weren't wanting to stay open, but she was able to make them. She'd picked up a few tricks on how to stay up past what your body wants to.

"Hey, Astrid." Hiccup said, not seeing his dad.

Or his mom.

"Son." Stoick breathed. "You're alive."

Hiccup turned to see his dad. "Last time I checked. Not really sure anymore."

Stoick chuckled at his son, pulling him into such a hug, Hiccup had to gasp for breath before his dad set him back down.

"Hiccup?" Valka asked, her voice quiet.

The hall was silent, knowing that Hiccup hadn't met his mother yet.

"Yes?" Hiccup asked, turning to the woman.

"Could it be?" Valka asked, reaching up to cup his face.

Hiccup backed up a step, into his dad. "Should I know you?"

"No," said Valka, bowing her head. The whole hall was in shocked silence. He didn't remember her?

Stoick decided that it was his turn to step in. "Hiccup," he said, resting a hand on Hiccup's shoulder. "This is . . . your mother."

Hiccup stood, too shocked to speak.

"Hello, Hiccup." Valka whispered, meeting his gaze once again. "I think I knew a Hiccup once. The name seems familiar. Now, tell me. Have you seen a Hiccup anywhere?" She joked, leaning forward.

Hiccup didn't know what to do. So, he just let his mom embrace him.

"I'm right here, mom. Right here." He whispered into her shoulder, a single tear sliding down his cheek.

Everyone else in the room tried their hardest to keep their emotions in check, some failing. Those included some adults, like Gobber and Stoick, the teens, Astrid, the twins, Snotlout, and Fishlegs, and some others. Snotlout was practically sobbing.

"Why are you crying? Hiccup just got his mom back!" Ruffnut whispered harshly at the other boy.

"Don't you get it?" Astrid said. "Hiccup and Snotlout are cousins, so he technically just got his aunt back."

Ruffnut's look of anger and confusion quickly turned to sympathy.

As soon as Valka and Hiccup had finished their little lovey-dovey moment, the voice in the ceiling spoke again.

Okay. Now that we've had our little reunion, I'd like to get back to the movie, please.

As everyone took their seats, Astrid in the same seat she was before, with Hiccup to her right, then Valka, then Stoick, the lights dimmed again, the screen flickering to life.

Hiccup leans out of the stall to watch the girl.

HICCUP (V.O.) Oh, and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout. The twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. And . . .

(DREAMY) Astrid.

A SLOW-MOTION explosion erupts behind her, framing her in a sexy ball of fire. The others join her, looking awesome and heroic.

Cheers and hollers erupt from some of the Vikings, of which are the ones who weren't focusing on the way Hiccup looked at Astrid. Those who did, though, laughed at Hiccup's now red face. But, Astrid's wasn't much better.

Staring at the ground, Astrid rubbed her pinky against Hiccup's hand, earning a glace from his direction. A smile slowly crossed his face, and he grabbed her hand.

HICCUP (V.O.) (CONT'D) Their job is so much cooler.

Hiccup tries to join them as they pass, but he's hooked by Gobber and hoisted back inside.

HICCUP (CONT'D) (PLEADING) Ah, come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark.

GOBBER Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places.

Many Vikings wince, remembering some of them.

HICCUP Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date.

Hiccup winked at Astrid, who laughed.

GOBBER You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an axe . . .

Gobber grabs a bola (iron balls connected by rope).

GOBBER . . . you can't even throw one of these.

A Viking runs by and nabs it out of Gobber's hand, hurling it at a dive-bombing Groncle. The bola binds its legs, sending it into a heavy crash.

HICCUP (ready with the answer) Okay fine, but . . .

He rushes to the back corner of the stall and presents a bizarre, wheel barrow-like contraption.

HICCUP (CONT'D) . . . this will throw it for me.

Hiccup OPENS the hinged lid of the device. An arm springs up, equipped with twin bows. They prematurely launch a bola, narrowly missing Gobber . . . and taking out a Viking at the counter.

VIKING Arggh!

"That hurt, Hiccup." The Viking called out.

"Sorry!" Hiccup said. "I didn't mean for it to launch until later."

"No worries." The Viking said, waving off the entire thing.

GOBBER See, now this right here is what I'm talking about.

HICCUP Mild calibration issue.

GOBBER Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all . . .

Gobber gestures in Hiccup's general direction.

GOBBER (CONT'D) . . . this.

HICCUP (ASTONISHED) But . . . you just pointed to all of me.

GOBBER Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you.

"Great advice you're giving my son, there, Gobber." Valka said, sending him a playful glare.

"Any time." Gobber replied, holding his chin high.

HICCUP (THREATENING) Ohhhh . . .

GOBBER (MIMICKING) Ohhhhh, yes.

HICCUP You, sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw . . . Vikingness contained. (BEAT) There will be consequences!

Gobber tosses him a sword.

GOBBER I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now.

Hiccup takes it begrudgingly and lobs in onto the grinding wheel. He stews . . . fantasizing . . .

"Hiccup can lift an adult's sword?" Snotlout asked. "Even I can't do that."