Ok so I know pretty much nothing about the MCU multiversal rules so bear with me as I wing it and make a bunch of shit up. Keep in mind most of this was written before I saw the Loki finale.

*some small edits as of jan 2024, but it was just a skim, so I'm sorry if there's terrible grammar and spelling.*

There's a cool breeze in the air that carries with it the scent of smoke and something else I can't quite identify— a foreign smell that I had never faced back in our world. and i had faced a lot— burning flesh, dragon dung, Mildew.

"Burning tires," Bucky explains from beside me when I ask about it out loud. The jet turns off behind us as the last of us make our way down the ramp and step onto the grass— the grass that covers the ground of the very same park Toothless and I first crashed in just days ago. Everyone is here, including Dagur, the twins, their dragon, and the whole of the Avengers.

"Alright, we've got clear airspace for no more than eight minutes," Tony announces, stepping off the ramp last. "So let's make this fast."

Dr Strange walks forward to a clear space and pulls a thick, old book from his cloak. He then makes a portal, and another, shorter man walks through. "This is Wong, he's here to—"

"I'm here to make sure Stephen doesn't do anything stupid." Wong chimes in. "But I'm also here to help." He added, rolling his eyes and setting a bag down. He reaches in and pulls out small, palm size artefacts while Dr Strange starts flipping through the book.

"This is the easiest and most sufficient way to do this," Strange explains. The book floats in the air in front of him as he starts making unusual gestures with his hands and fingers. Wong sets six of the artefacts down in the grass, forming a circle about five paces wide. The artefacts don't look like anything I recognise, just odd shapes with symbols etched in them that I don't understand.
"Whoaaa," Peter exclaims, watching the magic with excitement. "Can anyone do magic, Mr. Dr. Strange, sir? Or is it more like 'chosen one' kind of situation?"
"We're busy, kid." Wong says without looking at Peter.
"I think lots of people have magic potential," Strange says begrudgingly. "But that doesn't mean I'm teaching you, so don't even ask."
Peter shuts his mouth with a pout. "I think we need a new Avengers wizard." He mutters and looks around. "Anyone else magic?"
"Don't look at me, unless you like trick shots." Kate says with a shrug.
"And don't look at Clint, it makes him nervous." Natasha adds.
"Hey!" He protests, but Natasha is too busy high-fiving a laughing Kate to care.
"I'm really good at making money disappear." Yelena offers unhelpfully.

"So, brother, is this where you and T came through?" Dagur slides up next to me and wraps his arm over my shoulder, drawing my attention away from the Avengers.
"Uh, yeah, we fell from the sky." I respond, squirming under his grip.
"Oh, just like old times, then." He laughs and knuckles my hair affectionately— well, affectionate for him and rough for me.
"Yeah, yeah." I groan as I finally slip out from his grip and try to distract him from doing it again with a question. "What about you?"
"Oh, yeah I came through in some random person's house. Took me ages to find my way to the battle. Especially when he wouldn't stop screaming. Like I get I crawled backwards out of his cold cupboard-thing soaking wet but he should have calmed down after I stopped trying to stab him."

"You... need to work on your etiquette with strangers." I admit gently, then remember that Toothless and I weren't exactly diplomatic when we met Tony and Peter for the first time.

"Who's first?" Strange asks, releasing a circle of orange light from his fingers that floated down on top of the artifices.
"I'm—"
"These two." Loki interrupts Dagur before he can finish talking, shoving the twins forward by the back of their shirts. He has a wild look in his eyes, like he's barely containing himself.
"Loki," Thor warns, somewhat cautious. "Be... gentle. They're mortals, remember."
(The twins didn't seem hurt, instead whispering "oh my gods he touched us he touched us, THE Loki touched us!" Between each other.)

"I couldn't care if they were Lady Sif's third cousins, I cannot babysit them any longer." Loki snaps, turning to Thor. Dr Strange helps the twins up, at least that's what it looks like, until he plucks a hair from each of their heads and dissolves it into a floating magic ball.
"Hey, that hurt!" Tuffnut exclaims. "...Do it again."

Dr Strange ignores him and combines the magic ball with a weird rotating magic circle, before moving it down onto the ground with the artefacts. Wong immediately casts some kind of magic spell into the air in front of the circle, and a bright white portal forms. At first there's nothing but a salty breeze blowing through, but then the light fades and a clear view of Old Berk comes into focus. And not how I last saw it. It's... lively. There's dragons and Vikings everywhere, just like old times, and I could even hear the horn announce the last sheep as a swarm of dragons flew over the nets in the distance. Toothless and I looked at each other, remembering those times. I smiled at him and give his head a scratch.

"Is that your home?" Kate asks me softly. I startle, not realising she'd snuck up next to me.
"It was, once." I respond with a soft smile, eyes scanning the familiar landscape.
"It's really beautiful."
"It is." I agree. We never quite appreciated it when we loved there, a large part of me still considers it to be a wet heap of rocks. "It was nice while it lasted."
"What happened?" She asks, but rushes to add "you don't have to tell me, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked! Totally inappropriate—"
"Oh, no it's ok." I interject. "A psychopath that attacked us in the dead of the night, burnt half the houses down and tried to kill us. We had to leave to keep the dragons safe." I explain. Grimmel sat in my fathers chair in my fathers house and threatened to tear down everything my father entrusted me with. He tried to—
"Oh, dude. That's literally so horrible." Kate says, snapping me back to the present before I can fall into the past.
"Yeah." I agree. I start running my fingers over Toothless' head, trying to distract myself. He lets me, pushing up against me and purring as he tilts his head so I can scratch his itch.

"Being worshipped is not all its cracked up to be, huh?" Tony smirks at Loki meanwhile, who's trying to shoo the twins away with his hands. Loki shakes his head, much to my surprise. I thought the twins would change his mind about worshippers.
"Oh, no, it's great. People running around at my beck and call, begging for attention. But I would prefer much more than two subjects." He holds out his hands and two daggers form out of magic, and I startle when I realise Barf and Belch are carved on them both, along with a small horned helmet that resembles Loki's.

"Here, because even a superior god like myself can reward his mortal subjects every now and then." He floats them over to the twins, who cheer loudly and grab them out of the air. Loki smirks. "Stab a few people when you get there, will you?"
"Loki!" Thor snaps.
"I might reward you." Loki adds, ignoring Thor.

"It's ready," Strange declares after casting one more spell. I walk over to the twins and try to keep a smile, but it's hard to do that when I know I'll never see them again, and more importantly— I'll never have that life again. The freedom, the people, the dragons, my father, Astrid, the gang. Even if they're technically from the past, they're still my friends and I'll miss them.
"Thanks for your help, guys." I say. "Don't give your 'me' too hard of a time." I add, chuckling. Toothless says goodbye to Barf and Belch, probably telling them something similar. "Or my father, for that matter." Appreciate him while you still can.
"Ohh, we'll give Stoick a hug for you," Ruffnut says with a cackle as she gets in the saddle. That's not what I meant.
"I don't think he'll like that very much," I retort with a shake of my head and a small laugh.
"Nah, he'll LOVE a Thorstan sandwich!" Tuffnut declared proudly, climbing onto Belch's saddle.
"Let's hurry," Strange waved them through. "It won't last long." Barf and belch walked up to the portal.

Wong reaches up and hands Ruff and Tuff a small artefact each, they're both round with weird carvings. "Hang onto these, don't lose them." He warned them. The twins put them in their saddle bags begrudgingly as Barf and belch lifted off, talking about how much better Loki's knives are.
"No one is ever going to believe that we met Loki," Tuffnut groans as they hover in the air.
"We'll prove our love regardless!" Ruff promises, looking back at Loki who covers his grimace with a fake smile and a nod.
"I may reward that."
The twins cheer and fly towards the portal, needing no more encouragement.

"Do not stab anyone!" I shout at them before they fly through. They don't respond, simply flying through the portal and into Berk's air. "Guys? Did you hear me?! Guys!" I shout, but I know it is hopeless. They fly without looking back, only cheering loudly. The portal snaps closed, taking with it my last view of Old Berk in its glory days. I know that somewhere on that island was my dad, alive and well. The thought brings a pang to my heart, but I shove it aside. I've lost a great deal more than just my dad.

"Loki!" Thor snaps, gaining my attention.
"What?" Loki smirks, examining his nails.
"You know that we are not multiversal gods. We reside over these nine realms. Not... other universes. They have their own gods, their own versions of us, maybe."
"Uh huh." Loki hums absentmindedly.
"Well their you is definitely not going to be paying attention to them! It was cruel to get the mortals' hopes up. They live such short lives, as father would say. Not to mention they're Vikings, their life expectancy is... frighteningly little."
"Hey!" I protest. But he's not wrong.
"All the more reason to make it fun," Loki shrugged. "Besides, I don't care what your father would say."
"Loki," Thor frowned, seemingly hurt. "I thought we were... I thought we were past that."
"He's passed alright." Loki smirks, but then looks up and sees Thor looking visibly upset. He sighs and claps his brother on the arm. "Odin May not have been my father, but Frigga was my mother, and you are my brother."
Thor brightens up immediately and almost moved to hug Loki, but Loki steps away.
"You made me get sentimental in front of the Avengers." Loki sneers. Thor's smile doesn't even waver.

"Okay... weird." Tony claps his hands. "Can we move on before this gets sappy and awkward?"

Dr Strange starts the process over, Dagur volunteering a hair from his beard, much to Stephen's disgust. "So, where do you want to be dropped?" Strange asks as he performs hand gestures.
"I can choose?" Dagur asks.
"Well I figured an empty ocean wouldn't be ideal." Strange explains, forming a small portal to reveal open water, before he closes it and continues casting the spell.
"Oh. Then, well... I suppose New Berk will do." Dagur states.
"Not Defenders or the Wing or beserker island?" I ask, thinking that surely the first thing he'd want to do is see Mala.
"Oh, they're both deserted now, wouldn't be much use." Dagur responds casually. My eyes widen.

Deserted? Why? The eruptadon needs to be cared for. And Beserker island is a sustainable island.
"Why?" I asked, concerned.

"Ah, well we officially joined with your tribe three years after you never came back, we figured one base would make things a lot easier."
"What about the Eruptodon?"
"It... was attacked by rogue hunters a few months after your disappearance." Dagur explains, a sad tone to his voice.
"I'm so sorry." I mumble, "I can't imagine the pain Mala would be going through."
"She dedicated herself to her people, as usual." Dagur smiles and gives a slow sigh. "Ah, I've missed her."

Strange finally finished the portal, and it opened up. I craned my neck to get a look at New Berk ten years in the future.
From what I could tell the portal opens to a grassy field, facing the village. It's huge.
"Look at all the houses, bud!" I exclaim, seeing that the village had at least tripled in size. Not just width, but height too, as some buildings tower high in the sky, large perches amongst them. Toothless gives an excited warble, and his eyes follow a dragon that flies into view. My eyes widen.
"That's— that's the Light Fury." I gasp out loud, watching her land on a house's roof. The occupants stick their heads out the window, ready to yell, but when they see who it is they simply laugh and offer a bucket of fish. She swallows one and accepts a pat with a happy face.
"Whoa, it's like Toothless!" Peter exclaims.
"She," I correct. "And yes, she's a subspecies, and Toothless' dragon equivalent of girlfriends."
"She's cool." Peter adds.
"I can't believe she's actually come around." I grin, never expecting her to come so close to town and be so comfortable with the Berkians. Toothless purrs.
"Yeah, yeah, I knew it would happen eventually." I roll my eyes fondly, watching the Light Fury take off into the sky again to join a small flock of Razorwhip flying by in a race. My smile drops and I glance at Toothless, but he's already looking at me with eyes narrowed. I lift my arms in mock surrender. He huffs smoke out and looks away, satisfied. Still won't leave me.

"Wow, your village is..." Steve begins, but a group of young kids run by, shouting loudly. One of them rams another into a stone wall, laughing as he falls to the ground. "...Charming?" Steve adds it as a question.
"It's normal." I assure him.
"It's normal for asgardians, too, actually." Thor adds. "Remember that one time after one of our mother's birthday feasts, Loki?"
"It's not a fond memory. Although pushing you into mud immediately after was."

I turn to face Dagur as he steps towards the portal. "Dagur," I called calmly. He turned to face me and I offer my arm for a handshake. He took it and grips my forearm firmly, nodding at me. "Thank you," I say. He looks me in the eyes, and I can tell that he's a little pained— because he knows his Hiccup is never coming back. I feel responsible. "And for what it's worth, I really am sorry that I... disappeared."
"I know, Hiccup." He smiles sadly. "It wasn't your fault, I'm just glad I have the answers."
"I mean it, Dagur." I insist, gripping his arm tighter. "The fact that you never stopped searching... it, well it means a lot to me. So thank you... brother."
He grins and yanks me in for a hug, and I laugh in surprise—and then wince in pain as he squeezes me half to death even though I'm wearing my armour. "Brother! I knew you'd come around!"
"Ugh, I miss air!" I wheeze into the hug, half heartedly patting him on the back. He puts me back down and I exhale in relief.

"Alright, Dagur. You have to go before Dr Odd Squad blows a gasket." Tony speaks up. Dagur nods and turns towards the portal. Wong tosses him an artefact and he put it in his shoe. I decide not to question it. I sigh quietly, feeling responsible that Dagur is returning to a world without me in it. That my disappearance could somehow bring so much anguish to our tribes they'd be forced to combine. That he never stopped looking.

The lump in my throat grows and I swallow thickly, trying to keep control of myself.
"Take care of them, won't you?" I call out to him, trying to keep my voice level. He stops, his back to me.
"You could still come, you know. You could come and live on my planet, or world, or whatever."
"I know."
"But you won't." He glances back at me and I gave nothing but a thin smile with watery eyes. He nods again. "Well, in that case, you know I'll look after our people until the moment I die."
"Good. I'm counting on you, brother."
He steps through the portal, his feet hitting the grass, and he turns and waves to me. "So long, brother."

I raise my arm. His smile grows wobbly. The portal closes, and he's gone.

I exhale a shaky breath. Toothless nudges me, looking at me with those big round eyes of his. I give him a small smile, wordlessly telling him that I'll be okay, even though I'm not sure I ever will be. But I have to try.

"Are you sure you want to stay?" I look up, looking Strange in the eyes as he continues, talking in a surprisingly calm tone that is a stark contrast to the annoyed one I've heard so much. "Because say the word, and you can go home."

Everyone's eyes are on me, but I just shake my head and suck in a heavy breath, "No. This is our home now." My hand finds Toothless' scaly head and he purrs, leaning into my touch. It's all I need from him, it confirms that he really does want to stay in this world with me. Gods know why.

"Alright, then my work is done." Wong packs up his stuff and leaves through a portal in record time. Seriously, I'm not kidding. He probably set a record.

Loki disappears in a puff of green smoke without another word, seemingly not interested in travelling back with us in person.

Meanwhile, one of the flying machines comes into view. Tony rolls his eyes then starts walking to the quinjet, beckoning me to follow with his hand. "Let's go, Bilbo Baggins. Don't want the press in our faces."

"I have no idea what that is but ok," I shrug.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you," Strange warns me, before he turns away. He makes a portal and steps through without waiting for a reply.
"Oookayyy." I say awkwardly. Mental note: don't fuck this new life up.

Peter's face lights up and he slips up next to me as we all start moving towards the jet. "I'm going to show you so many movies, mr Hiccup."
"I think we should start with books," Steve protests. "That's the best way to get caught up on modern times."
"Well, hang on, how do you 'catch up' on modern times when you're from a whole other world?" Kate interjects. "He's not from 70 years ago, like you." I walk up the ramp and take a seat inside. Toothless stands in the isle, making it difficult for everyone else to pass. Just because he feels like it, apparently.
"You're right," Steve nods in response to Kate and awkwardly shuffles under Toothless' wing to take a seat across the isle from me.
"Yes! So I was thinking we show him mus—"
"We'll start with history books." Steve tells me.
"That's not what I meant." Kate mumbles, sliding into the seat next to Steve.
"Looks like we got our work cut out for us, bud." I chuckle. Everyone else enters and starts to take their seat as the door closes.
"You're gonna have to work hard to learn everything," Natasha tells me. "It won't be easy, it'll be overwhelming at times. You'll question if it was worth it."
"Way to make him feel welcome, Nat." Clint says with exasperation before he gives my shoulder a pat as he passes. "Don't worry, dude."

"Dude we need to come up with a superhero name for you!" Kate blurts to me.
"Yeah!" Peter agrees. The jet lifts into the sky and starts heading towards the tower.
"It's, like a thing around here." Yelena shrugs.
I glance at Toothless who's look tells me "you're on your own." I jokingly make a shocked face, offended he's leaving me to deal with this.
"Toothless is a Night Fury. Isn't that good enough?" I ask aloud, hoping that there would be no need for a code name.

"The public has to know you by a name." Sam shrugs with his one good arm.
"What did people call you in your world?" Kate asks me.
"Chief." I shrug.
"Ok, but what else?" She prompts. The jet lands and the door opens to reveal the tower's landing pad. I get a sense of déjà vu when we all exit the jet, reminded of just a few day's ago when I walked into the building for the first time. How is it that it feels so long ago?
"Well, when I was about 15 I was called the Dragon Conquerer for a little while." I chuckle. "But that was because us Berkian's were still keeping the secret from other islands, and they misunderstood when they heard I defeated the Red Death."

We all enter the tower. "What now?" Peter asks.
"Pepper has requested you all report to the common room." Friday reports from the ceiling.
"Why does she need us there?" Clint asks, confused as we file into the elevator, which is a very very tight fit. Especially with Toothless.
"We need a bigger elevator." Natasha sighs. Peter is sticking to the ceiling, escaping the squish we're all suffering down below. And that Vision guy just turns into a ghost???
"Well the dragon doesn't exactly help." Bucky retorts. Toothless has half a mind to look offended, 'accidentally' swatting him in the stomach with his tail.

"Don't test him," I laugh safely from the saddle. I take pity when Bucky crashes into the wall for a third time because of the moving mini-sea of people, and outstretch an arm as an offer. He takes it gratefully, climbing onto the saddle behind me.
"Why does he get special treatment?" Yelena protests. The elevator stops moving and the doors open, revealing Pepper standing there waiting. She raises an eyebrow as we all spill out.
"You didn't think to take multiple trips?" She stares us down, unimpressed.
"Have you ever known us to think ahead, dear?" Tony retorts cheerfully, as if he wasn't just squished against the wall so tightly I'm pretty sure he stopped breathing.

"No." She sighs, pinching her nose and shaking her head. "Whatever, let's get this started."
"But get what started?" Peter asks. "Cause if it's another battle I'm totally down, but you gotta let me restock my web shooters. And maybe inject myself with caffeine."

"What? No." Pepper shakes her head and leads us into the living room, where we all start taking seats. "I'm calling a meeting in order to come up with a game plan."

"A game plan for what?" I ask, curious.

"Getting you integrated into our society." Pepper responds.

"We'll need coffee for this." Tony sighs, heading towards the kitchen where Loki is going through the cupboards. "Whatcha doing, Rudolph?"

"Tiny teddys." Loki responds, pulling a box out of a cupboard. He points to it with a sly smirk. "Like you." He walks off, leaving Tony stunned.

Half an hour later, it's all been planned out.

"Okay, so let's go over this one last time," Steve says, standing in front of everyone. "Hiccup and Toothless will stay here in the tower, Tony will alter the room so it has larger windows that open to allow dragon entry and exit."
"And I'll start talks with the Air Force to allow safe flight— but until then no flying." Rhodey speaks up.
"I'm getting the lawyers on board, and we'll contact the UN, the government and the police." Pepper says.
"We will prepare a carefully calculated public appearance." I add. It's going to be hard to figure out exactly what to say, how to introduce myself, but I'm confident that we'll be accepted because they know we helped save their city.
"I'll start prepping tests so we can get a consensus on your immune system." Bruce adds to me.
"Since Kate and I know how best to understand the internet, we'll plan an online reveal." Peter says, Kate nodding in agreement.

"We'll start schooling Hiccup in— well, everything." Steve says. "World history, modern events, books, movies, social norms, fashion, music, everything. Like how Bucky and I had to be caught up on seventy years."
"But instead of seventy years, it's everything." Bucky adds. "Science. The Big Bang, gods, you name it."
This is so intimidating. It's going to be hard to learn.
"It's like you're going to every corner of the world to find things to teach me." I chuckle.
They stare at me.

"Make sure you add the planet being round to that list, and the solar system." Sam says to Steve, who nods and scribbles in his notepad. My eyes widen and I glance to Toothless. Did you know about this? He's too busy stealing Loki's snacks to answer me.

Loki looks down to his lap to see his snacks gone and looks around with a glare, lifting his dagger, which worries me. But then he sees that Toothless is the one that has his snack, and he immediately calms down and sits back, sheathing his dagger and conjuring himself a book to read instead. I let out a breath of relief. I guess Toothless really does make sure everyone finds a soft spot for him.

"Meanwhile, I will write down and record everything I can about my world." I say, "dragons, Vikings, maps— I'm passionate about cartography, after all."
"I'm so excited to learn about your world, Mr Hiccup!" Peter beams and I smile, feeling touched that anyone actually cares.

"And we'll figure out your brand name." Kate insists. I give a fake smile, just nodding along. Because at this point I know I don't have a choice. On one hand I think it's silly to get a code name, why should I need one? I can understand Peter keeping his— being young, having defenceless people that could be targeted in his life— but everyone I know here is a superhero and well capable of defending themselves. I have no one to worry about.

On the other hand it feels like I'd be officially stripping away my origin. I wasn't born here, I was born on Berk 22 years ago, and changing my name feels like I'd be changing my origin.

I'm never going home again, I chose this, and logically I know that I'd be keeping my name everywhere else, but the emotional part sees my name as a tribute to everyone back in our world, before everything happened. Losing that in any capacity feels like I'd be doing them a disservice.

However, I know that being in this world means compromising, so I will need to give in eventually.

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About Two Months Later

"And so the French revolution ended with the coup d'état in..." Steve turns away from the pot he's currently making soup in, and points at me. I pause my note taking, shifting on the kitchen barstool.

"1999?"

"Close," Steve pulls the spoon out of the pot and taps it to get rid of excess liquid. "But not quite. The coup was staged by Bonaparte on the 9th of November, 1799."

"Your dates are so confusing." I mutter, scribbling the information down. "I'm terrible at this."

"You're actually pretty good, you're a fast learner." Bruce responds as he walks into the kitchen to make tea.

"And I'm not a history teacher, so I'm learning too." Steve chuckles, pulling something out of the cupboard. Some kind of herb, by the looks of it.

"I've got more test results!" Bruce holds up paper and I listen intently. "So, you're not allergic to any seafood either. And the rest of the nut allergens have come through clear too. Tomorrow we'll run some more tests, i want to see if you have any sensitivity to herbs."

I nod in understanding. Yelena has been begging me to try peanut butter for the last three weeks, so she'll be excited to know I finally can.

"Great, sounds good," I nod. "Also, when's Peter getting here?"

"School should be out by now." Steve glances at the clock. "So not long, I guess. Depends if he's making his own way over."

"Mr Parker is being picked up from school by Boss."

Steve chuckles and turns to the fridge. "Well, Peter's going to need an emotional support sandwich or five because no doubt Tony will make a scene."

"He's still telling everyone it's the internship, huh?" Bruce observes, helping to pull out sandwich ingredients. I close my book and push it aside.
"Here, let me make his sandwiches," I offer cheerfully. Bruce passes me the ingredients and I start buttering the bread.

"Not so fast, we have to cover the Napoleonic era." Steve protests. I wince, feeling a headache about to come in.

"Give him a break, Steve." Natasha walks into the kitchen and grabs an apple from the fridge, dressed in her suit. She'd been training, by the looks of it. I mouth "thank you" at her, desperate for a break.

"Okay, okay. But we'll have to start tomorrow's session a half hour early, if you don't mind. I really want to go into depths." Steve gives in. I give him a thumbs up.

"Did you listen to the music I recommended?" Natasha asks.
I nod, "yeah, I listened to Satin Doll and the 'Symphony' one last night."
"You've got him on classical?" Bruce winces. He turns to me. "My deepest sympathies," he whispers.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with classic!" Steve defends Natasha.
"You're from the 40's, so of course you'd think that. No offence." Bruce retorts.

The elevator dings from down the hall, and Peter's voice floods down to us. "So I said there's no way Chewbacca could be in Slytherin!"

"I just asked if you wanted pizza for tea!" Tony sounds exasperated. Peter's laugh follows, and the two walk into the kitchen.
"Hey Peter." Everyone greets. Tony looks offended.
"Hi, Tony." I offer him with a chuckle. He clutches his chest as if heartbroken.
"I've known all of you longer, and yet Hiccup is the only one that greets me." He says. Natasha shrugs.
Steve goes back to the soup, calling out a half hearted sorry. I finish making the fifth sandwhich and hand the plate to Peter.
"Thanks, mr Hiccup!" He beams, dropping his back in the middle of the floor and taking a seat on one of the other bar stools.
"Are you up for a lesson on the Tracker class soon?" I ask him. He looks up from his phone, excited.
"Yes, please, Mr Hiccup. Will you show drawings?"
I hold up my notebook in response and he smiles happily. I turn stand up from the stool and stretch, my joints cracking from being so stiff. I raise my fingers to my lips and whistle.

Toothless bounds into the room, tongue rolling out of his mouth in excitement. "Hey, bud. You want to take a flight? I finished the new tail this morning while you were too busy napping." I tease him lightly with the last sentence, but he doesn't miss a beat as he runs around the room, leaping on and over the furniture and sliding across the polished floors as he can't contain his excitement. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Remember, stay in the city limits." Steve warns me. It has taken weeks of talks with all the important people before Toothless and I were permitted air access, allowed to fly around New York at any time. I'm still not sure how we did it. We've been on three flights since we got the news and they've all been amazing, but I wanted to make a new tail. Partly to signify our new life, partly because the tail was put through a lot in battle.

Our flights don't go without rules. Like; if we want to fly anywhere else, we have to let the places know beforehand or be accompanied by at least one other Avenger. Toothless and I haven't been announced as Avenger's officially; I still have a lot to learn about the laws of this land, so all the public knows is that we're good guys. Presumedly we'll be allowed to fly anywhere once we're officially 'Avengers'. Even if we don't go on mission, or whatever it is they do. I get the impression that they kind of wait around for things to go wrong.

"Yep," I promise Steve. I leave the room with Toothless and we head down to Tony's lab, where I had finished a new tail for Toothless this morning. This one is controlled by the stirrup as usual, but also has the solo gliding option and, if he wants to, a fully self-controllable option.

Tony had been in the lab at the same time, working on one of his armour suits, and he'd tried to tell me that he could make us some tails with his technology but I told him that I'm nowhere near used to the technology yet and would rather work with basic fabrics and metals for now.

I lift the tail up and Toothless runs away playfully, forcing me to run after him all over the lab.

"There we go." I sigh in relief after he finally lets me fit it. I check over his gear then hop onto the saddle. He nods his approval. I'm not wearing my armour, just a hoodie and long pants. The good news is that my side is completely healed now, Bruce gave me the go ahead two weeks ago to start strenuous activity again. Which is good, because I'd made it a lot worse by participating in the battle.

"Don't forget a communication device, Hiccup." Friday reminds me.
"Thank you," I nod as I reach over to a table and pluck one off. I turn it on and fit it to my ear. "Testing?"
"It is in working condition." Friday confirms me, talking through the ear piece. I give Toothless a thumbs up. Friday opens a window across the room. I flick the stirrup, spreading the tail. We take off and fly across the lab, scattering papers and chairs with our speed. We'll be hearing about that later.

Toothless twists and tucks his wings in so we can fit through the window, before we emerge into the open air and he spreads his wings. "Woohoo!" I cheer as we fly a lap around the tower, performing a quick test on the tail and it's capabilities. Once we determine that it's working perfectly, we jackknife and fly higher than any of the buildings in the city, my voice carried away by the wind as I scream in joy.

The city grows small below us as we rise higher and higher, my hood blown back by the wind and my face stinging from the wind, but still I smile. "Atta boy, higher!" I cheer, hanging tight onto the saddle bars. Our last few flights have not been trick-riddled (mainly gliding and a little bit of fast flying), so I plan to make this one as fun as possible. Toothless flaps his wings a few more times, before he looks back at me with a look I recognise all too well, and folds them in as he sends us falling back down.

"Yeah!" I scream, turning my head to watch our descent. "Hold, Toothless!" I encourage, waiting for the perfect timing. Wind continuing to whip at us, I look around, then brace. "Now!"

He flips us over, wings catching the air as he cuts through the wind like a hot knife in butter. I grip as tight as I can, the directional change practically throwing me out of the saddle if it weren't for the seven years of experience. The whistle rings out around us as he keeps his wings tucked in and we dive towards the ground, before he tilts to the left and we bank past the city. He takes us lower, lower, lower, until he spreads his wings and we skim the water bordering the shoreline. Water sprays up at us from the impact, soaking me and making me laugh even as the force sends me flying up from the saddle. Toothless doesn't miss a beat, arching up to meet me in the air before the tail can close. I pat his side, leaning to the left and sending us into a barrel role that flicks more water up with the tip of his tail. We fly past boats, some with sails and some without, our speed stirring the water and making them bob up and down as the water becomes choppy.

I wipe the sea spray from my eyes, shoulders heaving as I laugh. "Come on, bud, let's go before we make them sink."

He rolls his eyes fondly, but obliges, making a tight right turn right in front of a sail boat, but I don't look back to see if it rocks, too busy holding on. We fly up to the city, seeing our reflection as a blur in the many windows. "Hey, bud, how about it? Just like old times?!" I point to a particularly appetising scatter of buildings. He looks back at me, hesitant and likely worried I'll come flying off the saddle. "We'll be fine! I've got a good grip!" His look tells me he doesn't believe me, but he still turns towards the buildings. I grin, laying myself back as much as possible while keeping a tight grip on the bars with my hands. I hear the rippling pop of his spinal thins snapping apart, prepared for fast direction changes. Flashes of memories build in my eyes, of sea stacks, first flights, exploring, giant snow covered sea stacks, and dragon tails. Then we spin towards the buildings.

I fall off at the third sharp turn, but I couldn't be happier. Even Toothless isn't too mad, as he catches me in his paws and throws me up into the saddle. We make it through the rest of the buildings and I look back to catch sight of flashes below; people, watching us. I smile, glancing back in front of us, before I pull on the saddle and take us into an arch, doubling back and arrowing down towards the ground. We level out just above the vehicles and people. Crowds of people cheer and scream as we approach, and I throw an arm out to high five them. Toothless tilts his wings up and slows our speed as we pass, as to not rip anyone's arms out. I give about a dozen high fives, going too fast to make out what they're cheering at me, before Toothless spins us away in time to fly around a building. He flaps his wings and carries us into the sky again, and the sun reaches a point in the sky where it reflects off the windows in an orange glow as it prepares to set.

We slow our speed then, gliding above the city as the night approaches. We float over the coast, admiring the sunset and letting our hearts slow. I look around us, taking in the cool air, the buildings, vehicles, people, and take a deep breath in. We made the right decision, staying here.

The tower comes into view, standing out against all the other buildings. I smile, admiring it. We'd never had anything like this back on Berk. We are where we belong.

Toothless purrs, looking back at me. I smile at him. "We're home."

And there we go, Hiccup's Official ending for this fic. Next will come Peter's, then the alternate endings. Thank you for reading, and sorry for any mistakes.