Updating from my phone on the bus so I apologize if things go really freaking wrong

But *spooky voice* happy Halloweeeeeen!!!
Anyone want to see if I could write a (probably late) oneshot for this Day of the Departed?

Also, if you want more HTTYD, my brother student1927 has started his own story!! I'm reading//editing it, and for a sixth grader it is freaking amazing!!!

Anyway, here's the story! (Please don't fail me phone...)

Wait holy frick this is 2000 words?! WhoOPS!
Dang it Wattpad took away all my italics. THANKS SO MUCH WATTPAD.
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"Hiccup! Hiccuuuuup! Why do you keep being dead in your sleep like this? This is how we literally get killed in our sleep, muttonhead."

Hiccup groaned and curled up away from the Dragonese-speaking voice that was attempting to get him to get up.

"Toothleeeeeeess lemme sleep..." Hiccup had barely gotten any sleep last night. It had been four days total that the pair had been on Berk. Each night the rogue had had a new nightmare, somehow each time stranger yet more horrific and terrifying than the last. From running through a battle of Vikings while trying to dodge blades and flames and criticizing remarks, to trying to outrun an absolutely massive dragon on the beach and in the sky around the Red Death island, as Toothless called it. He had figured out that dream fairly easily, with details from Toothless's explanation of that fight once Hiccup had woken up afterwards. But why had that memory come back now? Is it because I'm on Berk? Nothing else had come back besides that, however. Although last night he had even dreamed of walking around a field and coming across hundreds of different, horrific, versions of him and others from his past that had died in different ways, which was disturbing.

"No fishbone, it's already midday. And I hear people trampling through the forest calling, 'SUUUN? SUUUUUUN WHERE ARE YOU? SUN YOU BETTER SHOW YOURSELF THIS INSTANT OR I'LL TAKE AN AXE TO YOUR FACE ONCE WE FIND YOU!' I think that last one was that Snotlout muttonhead."

Sun sighed and sat up. "Fine, I'll go see who dares disturb us from attempting to escape this craziness for a couple hours..."

Nightstalker perked up and looked at Sun. "Are you okay? Did you not sleep?" Sun held back a scowl.

"No, I'm just being overdramatic. Sound like somedragon we know?"

Said overdramatic dragon snorted. "Fine, be that way Mr. Sarcasm. See you when you sort out those Viking nuisances."

Aaaaand I've just made my situation more than enough times worse.

Nightstalker was correct; there were many Viking nuisances running through the forest calling Sun's name.

"Suuuun? Suuuuuun~!"

"Snotlout, shut up please. He's probably ignoring us because of that weird way you're singing his name." Fishlegs stated in an annoyed way.

"Oh, you're just saying that because you don't think my singing is beautiful!"

"Actually, I was asleep, and you're horrible calling woke me up. So thank you for that, Snotlout." Sun said loudly and sarcastically, a few meters away from where the three local teens were grouped. Do they always do everything together? Doesn't seem like they get along too well... But then again my Riders aren't exactly buddy-buddy all the time either.

Astrid spun on her heel and was suddenly holding two axes, one in each hand.

"Sun! Don't scare us like that!" Fishlegs yelped.

"Don't threaten to take an axe to my face, Snotface." Sun deadpanned, looking irritatedly at said Viking. Sun got a small amount of satisfaction from the flash of fear that went across the Viking heir's face, seeing as Sun's subconscious dreams were giving him nothing but bad memories about him.

"Sorry to wake you, but our chief wants us to bring you to him." Astrid explained with evident bitterness.

"Well, come on, let's get going! Chief won't be in the Great Hall much longer! We missed him last time, and now he's on my back for not bringing a visitor to him before." Snotlout placed a hand on Sun's shoulder, to which he shook off, and started leading the way.

Astrid scowled. "Stoick is probably more mad at me for 'filling the heir's head with stories and lies.' He NEVER blames you for stuff, Snotface!" The two continued to bicker ahead, and Sun was behind with Fishlegs again.

"I have the feeling this happens a lot?" Sun questioned. The other boy nodded.

"It's all a show, mostly."

Huh. Really?

"We actually all get along quite well together. At first, no it wasn't a show, but afterwards we all go to c- the mead hall... and sit in the corner and have a good laugh, yeah!" The obvious catch changed fairly smoothly into an almost-perfect lie.

I'll let you pass this time, Mister Fishlegs... Something was telling Sun he could trust him, almost. Enough that he knew he did not have to be suspicious of him for hiding small things.

The quadrio waltzed into town and Sun noticed once again that the town seemed eerily quiet. I swear there are more people that live here... Where is everyone?

On the walk to the Great Hall built within the mountain there was the banging again of steel on steel at the forge, and maybe three or four citizens that barely glanced in their direction.

Considering dreams and logic tell me this is actually a decently-populated town, something is not right here. If I remember correctly this place had like twice the population of the Defenders! Then again my memory could be wrong, it wouldn't be the first time...

His thoughts drifted to worrying about Mala and Throck and his Riders the sailors and the well being of everyone he left behind outside the fog bank that surrounded this archipelago. In fact, Sun accidentally bumped into Fishlegs who had stopped in front of two massive doors that were built into the mountain this town was built beside. There was muffled shouting from inside the Hall, where supposably the Berkian chief,  and maybe in another life Hiccup's birth father, Stoick the Vast, was seeing to his people with issues. "-I told you Snotlout, if you're going to be chief then you need to stop making things up!"

"But he's not! There is-"

"And enough from you, Astrid! You're nothing but a troublemaker!"

"Uh oh... whatever you do, don't make Chief angry, got it?" Fishlegs advised, his hands just starting to shake from overhearing that conversation. Sun pushed open the Great Hall doors, and saw a burly Viking man, Snotlout, and Astrid all fuming at each other.

Oh gods oh gods oh gods I am so not ready for this...

"SUN! See, I told you I'm not crazy!" Snotlout yelled, relief shadowing in his face.

The chief looked mildly surprised. He ignored the two young adults that were silently looking proud of themselves behind them and eyed Sun.

"Hmph. Well, excuse me then, Mr. Sun. Sorry I didn't get to meet you on your last visit, if I'm not mistaken." That was clearly supposed to be pointed in the others' direction. "If I may ask, what's with the mask?" Stoick continued, being both polite and pointedly suspicious.

Talk about passive aggressive. "Well, ah, it's a... safety issue. I mean, I sail the seas, make enemies... I don't want my enemies to become your enemies, do you?" Because technically, you're already one of my enemies.

Stoick seemed to buy the excuse as he chuckled. "Very true, very true."

Thank the gods for charisma.

"Well, feel free to stay as long as you like! Since the dragon raids have stopped, we've had more than enough to go around." the chief's face changed for a split second, although Sun couldn't place the look that passed over to his chief personality.

Snotlout and Astrid both scowled as the chief brushed them all off and walked out, ignoring the few other Vikings that had been rudely denied. The young adults both suddenly seem to realize they were still in each other's presence, and promptly walked in opposite directions.

So much for "gang." Where even are the twins? Weren't they all friends as well? The village seemed quiet, but something also seemed off about that. The repetitive banging from the forge had stopped, leaving the air too quiet. That's weird... Maybe I should go check it out...? No, I can't. Sun's mind started fighting the two memories he had of the blacksmith:  One where he found his identity and welcomed him with a bear-hug, and another where he kicked him out for making a friend.

Lost in his internal debate, Sun had not realized he had already made up his mind without thinking about it and was standing in front of his second home. Guess I still have a map of this place stored somewhere in my head. My map of the world is better though. Better than Toothless's ego.

The forge was still warm enough to make Sun sweat, but there was no sign of the two-limbed blacksmith. "Oh who am I kidding, the gods hate me. I should just stop while I'm ahead and go-"

"Oh my dear Thor." There was the clatter of a sword falling to the ground as Sun spun to see a wide-eyed Gobber staring in shock at him.

"Oh, uh, hi... Hi Gobber." I honestly don't feel like covering this up right now... Suddenly the young man was picked up and danced around by the crazy one.

"I can' believe i'! Whattya doin' back 'ere!? I though' you said you ain' ever gonna come back?" Despite the questions, Gobber's eyes were shining with happiness. Sun let his guard down and smiled, but then remembered his mask and pulled it down to show. "You have no idea how good it is to see you and not have to worry about all... this." Hiccup gestured to himself.

Gobber laughed and danced around again on his peg leg. "You gotta be kidding me! You ha'e no idea'r how good i' is to see you!" Then his enthusiasm faded. "I'll ask again, 'iccup, whattya doin' 'ere?" the old blacksmith questioned.

Sun sighed. "To sum up a very long story, my friends were captured by some crazy mystery guy and knew of my identity and told me to come back to Berk for a ransom of some sort. I don't get it and I don't like it, and I'm stuck here for my friends until I can figure out how to find and free them and go home." Admitting his situation made a pang go off in Sun's heart. I have no clue what I'm doing do I? I'm just waiting around like a sitting duck for something to happen. This isn't Hiccup, nor Sun. Is this guy trying to break me or something while being here...? It's working. Oh gods I need to do something, I need to get out of here. Oh gods oh gods oh gods...

Gobber had a mildly saddened look on his face. "I getcha lad. I won' tell a soul, again." He winked playfully, and this time Sun chuckled, understanding his reference to the past this time.

The silence was starting to get to Sun, so he decided to turn and go make himself useful. He could feel his old mentor's gaze on him as he left, and pictured the face he had just had. Sun stopped, and called over his shoulder, "I missed you, Gobber." Then he headed out of the smithy for real. Said mentor's face went from surprised to shocked to beaming in a matter of seconds. "'Ey 'iccup, if ya need help, ask Astrid!" Gobbler called. Sun pondered that tidbit of advice. Astrid? The suspicious girl? Nothing here makes sense... As Sun groaned and walked back towards the safe mystery of the forest, a odd lyric but spirited singing pierced the silent winds. "Let the wind carry us to the clouds, hurry up, alright. We can travel so far as our eyes can see... we go where no one goes, get out of our way!"

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Soooooo
This was MUCH better than last chapter wow
Las chapter was SO FREAKING AWKWARD to write... *cringing at self*

Next update will be on Rebel! Things are actually starting to get moving again, WHOO!

Auf weidersehen und fröhe Halloween, Reformationstag, UBS Allerseelen!
(Aka happy Halloween, Reformation day, and All Souls' Day!)

-Becca out