Hey guys

I have started a new story which will run alongside my other saga, I alone. It will follow the Berkians quest to find Hiccup. Things will be a bit slow to start as I am going to be incorporating a lot of references to the movies as well as the riders and defenders of Berk TV shows which will take a lot of research and time to pull off. However the chapters will be a lot smaller and easier to manage so hopefully I will be able to update more regularly.

I hope you enjoy.

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Chapter 1:

Letters

To Stoic the Vast, chief of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe

Word has reached us you are searching for your son and heir.

He is here on our Island of Tolemac and has been for the past 5 years.

He matches the description you sent out and is very skilled at forge work.

He does not know I am contacting you.

You must come.

The enclosed map will show the way to our island.

It will be a long journey.

As proof of my words, I have sent a dagger your son forged with this message.

Sending it has cost me a great deal and I expect fair recompense.

I await your arrival as soon as possible.

Regards

Navan the Nasty

Chief of the hardhead tribe.

P.S. As a father myself I must warn you.

Do not hope for a happy reunion with your son. He will not be as you remember him.

Also, I have heard of Berk's new 'friends'.

DO NOT BRING THEM.

They are not welcome and I will not guarantee their safety.

I wish I could say more but you must see for yourself

and we will only break words on the matter face to face.

You have a lot to answer for.

Stoic the Vast looked up from the letter he was reading, his mind afire with questions, hopes, dreams, fears and worries.

He had re-read the letter in silence at least a dozen times before he remembered he was being watched by the majority of his tribe. The highly charged and suggestive words of the curt letter had set everyone on edge when Stoic had read it aloud to the tribal meeting merely a few minutes ago.

Quiet confusion seemed to reign in the minds of the Hairy Hooligans. But everyone would keep their counsel silent until they saw what way their chief's opinion fell.

"Well?"

Gobber's shaky voice broke the deafening silence bringing Stoic back to reality, the aging blacksmith gripping tightly to the dagger that had been mentioned in the letter. The exquisite blade was undoubtedly the work of the lost son of Berk and even had his unmistakable H H H signature etched into it.

Stoic cast his eyes around the great hall and took in the expectant faces of his fellow Berkians.

First and foremost were the young dragon riders that saved them at the battle of the Red Death and countless more times since. All of them, especially their leader, a fearless blonde Valkyrie were holding in breaths, waiting for the chief's next order. Stoic could clearly see that Astrid, of all of them was pinning nearly every hope she possessed on his next decision.

The rest of the tribe shared similar looks of anticipation and apprehension.

After 5 long years had it finally happened? Had they finally succeeded in locating, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third? What happened to him? Where had he gone? Why now had this unknown tribe chosen to get in contact? How would Hiccup react if they turned up out of the blue without his knowledge?

Would he be happy? Angry? Fearful? Vengeful?

In that moment Stoic the Vast knew there were so many questions and if they truly found Hiccup he feared deep in his soul they may not like the answers.

Stoic stood up slowly from his throne, the creaking and jingling of his leather and chain-mailed armour echoing through the hall. The assembled Vikings almost leaned in as one, hanging on every word before it had been uttered.

With a voice laced with authority Stoic the Vast spoke evenly

"Ready the ships! We are going to retrieve my son!"

Immediately the room exploded with cheers into a flurry of activity as each man, woman and child began to prepare for what would be a triumphant adventure, each trembling in anticipation what role they might personally be able to play.

Stoic shared glances with the people in front of him who had held their emotions in check. His eyes met those of his brother Spitelout, His practically brother Gobber, His nephew Snotlout, Ruffnutt and Tuffnutt, Fishlegs , Trader Johan who had delivered the letter of such import and finally on Astrid Hofferson whose eyes were shining with tears of delight and gratitude at the prospect of seeing Hiccup once again.

Stoic nodded his head and the leader of the dragon riders reciprocated knowingly, before the chief stepped forward and began calling orders to his lieutenants as they all fell into step behind him.

In his heart Stoic knew this was real and not another wild goose chase or con job. He knew what had to be done.

He would go to this place and confront his son. He would embrace him as his own again, beg his forgiveness, claim him for Berk and Berk alone.

He would bring Hiccup home and show him the love and respect he truly deserved.

And nothing and no-one on this earth would persuade him or the other Berkians otherwise.

After 5 years, there was no more time to waste.

So the game is set and the wheels are in motion.

I hope you liked this chapter even it mainly was just exposition and set up.

Any questions, reviews, PMs, feedback, ideas, request are all greatly appreciated.

See you in the next chapter.

Until then take care of yourselves and each other!