After getting a few bags of meat and bread thrown over his shoulder, Hiccup decided to explore this village that he was apparently from while he had the chance. There was no way Toothless was ever coming back here, clearly having bad memories for both the dragon and the human with the Vikings here. 

At the top of the hill there was some sort of meeting hall that the chief was currently at, and from Toothless's account Hiccup steered clear of there. A little ways away on the next cliff there was some sort of chained dome that looked like an arena, and Hiccup just didn't want to go there. He had a gut feeling bad things had happened there. But opposite there towards the cliff facing the beach, there was many ramps leading to docks with, strangely, warships like the ones that were on the Red Death island docked there. 

Huh. Does that mean... 

Before Hiccup could fully examine the warships, he heard the pounding of a hammer on metal that was like music to his ears. And as well as this, there was also real, honestly terrible singing. 

"Ohh I love my axe and I love my mace and I love my wife with the ugly face I'm a Viking through and through!" 

What the... Hiccup laughed to himself and questioned the lyrics the man was singing, but immediately made his way towards where the forge was. 

"Hey there sir! Wanna see some o' good ol' Gobber's weapons? There's some real beauties in here!" the blacksmith, Gobber it seemed, called. Hiccup shrugged and started looking, but was immediately less interested when all he saw was weapons. 

"Do you have any non-weapon wares?" Hiccup asked, and the blacksmith shrugged and turned to him. 

His face looked oddly familiar, like Hiccup should completely know who this person was. 

"NON-weapon wares? Who are you, a dragon trainer?" Gobber almost seemed to say that as a threat. 

"Me? No no. I was just, uh... curious." Hiccup lied awkwardly. Gobber shrugged. 

"Nothin' wrong with that. Just watch where ya' pokin' your head, last kid who was curious was disowned by the chief. Now we've got Snotlout of all idiots as the next person in line for chief. Good thing you're not from around here, are ya?" Gobber questioned, looking Hiccup over. 

"Ah hah, no. I'm just passing through..." Gobber narrowed his eyes, suddenly becoming suspicious. 

"You look familiar..." 

"Nope. Never seen you before, sorry. Well, if there's nothing here..." 

"If ya want there's some designs you can look a', from my old apprentice. This'a way..." Gobber sounded dejected at the mention of his apprentice, and opened an old gate with a prosthetic hook in place of his hand. Hiccup slipped inside the smithy, feeling at home with the heat and warm glow of the fire. 

"O'er there, on that bench. Maybe you'll find something of interest there." Gobber pointed to an abandoned workbench, with piles and stray sheet of paper scattered all over as well as a charcoal pencil that had a grey covering of soot and dust. 

The entire place seemed familiar, almost homelike to Hiccup. 

I must have worked here before... Wow, I missed this place, at least. Hiccup remembered all the work he had done here as Gobber's apprentice, feeling as though the jolly blacksmith was more of a father than whoever his actual dad was. I wonder if I've already seen him here? Eh, who cares. I'm no Viking. I'll just look at these designs and leave. 

Immediately the ones on top of the piles were the most interesting. There was a detailed design for a large saddle, and other for some kind of fin. "Wait..." Hiccup murmured to himself, looking back at the two designs. They fin looked almost exactly like what tail Toothless had left, and the saddle seemed big enough to be for riding him. 

Well, it's good to know I was an idiot before I was disowned. Apparently I don't know how to hide things. 

"So, ah, find anythin'... Hiccup?" Gobber came back into the back room and whispered his name. Hiccup's blood froze as he struggled for a answer. 

"No, ah, uh, I don't know who you're talking about-" 

"What are ya DOIN' back here on Berk? If your da- I mean, the chief finds you you're dead!" Gobber exclaimed quietly, pinning Hiccup to the wall. 

"I don't- I don't remember, okay? How did you even realize it was me?" Gobber released him and eyed him curiously. 

"Only one person in all a' Berk got a scar like tha on their chin, ya might wanna hide that." Hiccup's eyes widened when he remembered the scar he had had since he was a baby. 

"Wait, you're not turning me in or anything?" he asked incredulously. Gobber shrugged. 

"I should, but I'm not. That was some show ya put on with at the nest all those months back. You and tha' dragon really trust each other, don't ya? You're secret's safe with me! Also, Astrid's with you as well. For a while she never would'a shut up about you!" Gobber laughed, and Hiccup questioned if he meant the girl from earlier. 

"It was nice to see, and remember you, Gobber, but I've really gotta get going..." 

"Left you're axe back at the ring, did ya?" Gobber asked with a knowing smile, although Hiccup didn't understand, or remember, what he was referring to. 

"Take ya' plans for your dragon. Just be careful next time you show your face around Berk, okay Hiccup?" Gobber requested, putting his hook on Hiccup's shoulder. The young human nodded, picking up the few plans he recognized for Toothless's tail that he remembered. 

"Thanks Gobber. I won't be coming back, but thanks." Gobber acknoledged him sadly. 

"Good luck then, Hiccup." with that the jolly, one-legged and -handed blacksmith went back out to his forge. 

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I can't imagine Gobber betraying Hiccup, I just can't X'D

I kind of winged this chapter, I was originally going to have Astrid confront him and have the same sort of ending, but decided it was too soon.

Also, I keep thinking this feels like a bunch of Toothcup moments, but it's really not XD

There's going to be Heather later on, but no ship stuff intended there either.

I'm a Hiccstrid fan through and through!

Okay I'll stop now.

Auf weidersehen!

-Becca out! (OR AM I)