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It’s a perfectly ordinary, peaceful day—until the whispers come.
“Since when do dragons fight over sticks?”
“Maybe it’s a dominance thing?”
“Maybe you’re a dominance thing.”
“ What ?”
“ Ow ! You stepped on my foot, fatass.”
“Hey, we’re twins. If my ass is fat, half of it is because of you.”
“Oh, right.”
“Guys, be quiet! Otherwise they’ll catch us and—”
Astrid whirls around to the sloped tunnel entrance of the arena. And—yep. Peeking around the corner are her most constant headaches. All they had to do was behave for one more day…
Seething quietly—hoping Hiccup doesn’t notice—Astrid marches over to her former classmates. At the sight of her, they all blanche. Good, they know what’s coming to them.
“It was Snotlout’s idea!” Fishlegs squeaks, hands in the air.
Snotlout looks at him betrayed. “Hey, you’re the one who brought up Hiccup in the first place—”
“Actually it was his dragon .”
“Either way, you know me and Ruff are just innocent bystanders, right?”
As if the twins could ever be innocent bystanders ever . Astrid grumbles, palm on Tuffnut’s face as she pushes past. At least they’re all looking equally petrified of her.
“One day.” Astrid hisses. “I needed you to behave for one more day. He’ll even be at the feast tomorrow. You could’ve bothered him then. But no . You always have to get in the way—”
“Hey, it’s fine.”
All the young warriors—Astrid included—turn on their heels at once. Under the sudden attention, Hiccup shifts nervously on his prosthetic leg. He looks increasingly unsure about speaking up.
“I mean, it’s—” Hiccup falls over his own words. “We grew up together, right? And now I come back from the dead, riding dragons… Of course they’re curious.”
Some of the tension releases from Astrid’s shoulders. If Hiccup doesn’t mind then… they can’t do too much harm, right? No, that’s giving them too much credit. But at least she only has to keep an eye on them, rather than scare them away.
Hiccup grins sheepishly at them. “You want to meet the dragons?”
Fishlegs nearly falls to his face in his rush to extract himself from the hoard and offer himself as tribute. The twins aren’t far behind. Snotlout is reluctant, but refuses to be shown up, so he trails behind.
Astrid hurries to Hiccup’s side, speaking hurriedly to him under her breath. “Is that really a good idea?”
But Hiccup isn’t paying attention to her. He’s caught up in the way the young Vikings are watching Toothless and the Nadder play, completely shocked still. There’s a small smile playing on his lips.
“What could go wrong?” Hiccup asks genuinely.
Astrid scoffs. “With the twins? Anything . They’ve only gotten worse since you left, Hiccup—”
“So what, that thing is your pet?” Snotlout demands loudly, proudly, looking for a fight as he sizes Hiccup up.
Hiccup is taller than him now. That little observation brings Astrid far too much joy. She clears her throat to tamp down a petty smile.
Of course, Hiccup doesn’t rise to Snotlout’s bait. He steps towards them calmly. Fishlegs shrinks back from him, like he’s still emanating the aura of the Dragon Master. Well, he’s not wrong. There’s a confidence about Hiccup that he entirely lacked as a child.
“His name is Toothless,” Hiccup provides patiently. “He’s less of a pet and more of a companion.”
“He’s like, some Chief of Dragons, isn’t he?” Ruffnut asks, picking her nose casually. “How did you do that? You couldn’t even make eye contact as a kid.”
“He became Alpha after we were already friends. But either way, he’s not high and mighty about it. I think we would’ve figured it out anyways.”
The Nadder finally wrenches the tree trunk from Toothless. She holds it high enough that the Night Fury has to jump for it. Most of his energy has already been used up at this point, so he huffs a grumpy sigh and leaves her with her prize.
It’s only then the dragons seem to fully acknowledge their new company. Toothless’s loss fades as the dragon pads forward with wide, curious eyes. He slinks up to Hiccup easily. As always, Hiccup’s hands are on him—natural as breathing.
Under the attention of the dragon, Snotlout skitters back. The twins snicker at him. Fishlegs is gripping his journal, but is shaking with excitement too much to actually write anything.
“Hey, he won’t bite.” Hiccup laughs softly. “Not unless you give him a reason to, at least.”
“I don’t understand how you can do that.” Snotlout scoffs. “ Cuddle up to a dragon. As if they haven’t slaughtered almost your entire village.”
Hiccup seems unfazed. “And how many dragons have we killed? Entire families? Entire bloodlines? Entire nests ? It goes both ways. Both dragons and humans need to find a way forward. Together .”
Astrid startles as a warm beak nudges at her arm. The Nadder has come over, begging for attention—like she is wont to do. Absentmindedly, Astrid rests a hand on her horn. The dragon clicks and purrs happily.
“Woah, Astrid has a dragon now too!” Ruffnut exclaims.
Astrid flushes. “What? No . She’s just… friendly, that’s all. I’m sure she’d treat any of you the same. She’s not mine.”
Hiccup raises an eyebrow at her. Astrid can’t look directly at him. There’s a strange sort of… guilt pulling at her stomach. The Nadder nuzzles her a little, and the back of Astrid’s neck begins to burn.
“Hiccup is taking her back to his nest anyways.” Astrid rushes, defensive. “That’s the whole reason he came back. She’s leaving with him.”
As soon as her mouth closes, she worries that she’s said too much. Her words worked—the attention off of her. Now the Vikings are looking at Hiccup with a cacophony of emotions too intense for her to parse.
“You’re leaving?” Tuffnut demands. “But you just got resurrected!”
“Yeah, how are we supposed to take advantage of your new fame if you’re gone!” Ruffnut whines.
Tuffnut elbows her in the ribs so hard she nearly falls over. Never subtle, those two. Astrid gives them a hearty glare for it.
“Hey, you can’t just go!” Snotlout argues. “You brought all those dragons into the village! What if they come back? What are we supposed to do? Not all of us want monsters for pets!”
Toothless growls at that. Snotlout nearly leaps out of his helmet. Hiccup pats Toothless a few times, getting him to stand down. Unfortunately, it seems that Snotlout’s point has already been proven.
“The dragons won’t bother you unless you give them a reason to.” Hiccup reassures. “They came to see Toothless, not to bother you guys. If they do come back, it’ll just be because they’re curious. Give them some space and they’ll move on. They’re just like any other wild animal.”
“We usually hunt animals as dangerous as them.” Snotlout points out.
“Well, you’re welcome to.” Hiccup shrugs. “Just know that these animals will hunt back . And they breathe fire. So, your call, really.”
“If that’s true, how do you tame one?” Fishlegs asks, nervously eyeing Toothless.
Hiccup hesitates. “That’s not really something I would suggest trying unsupervised—”
“No, I would—I would never ,” Fishlegs rushes, and Astrid believes him based on how he looks like he’s going to pass out simply at the thought. “Just for—for my records. And my own curiosity…. How did you do it?”
Hiccup looks down, meeting Toothless’s eye. It’s moments like these that he seems so… so wise— so untouchable. Like he’s a breed all his own, positioned far above the measly Vikings around him.
It’s moments like these that Astrid remembers he really is the Dragon Master.
“Honestly?” Hiccup doesn’t look away from Toothless. “All it takes is a little kindness. If a dragon knows you won’t hurt them, and you can show them that you’re not so different from them, they’re quite friendly.”
Astrid wonders if that’s what she did to the Nadder without realizing it. There’s something more to it though… A sort of draw she can’t explain. Showing she wasn’t a threat was enough to get Toothless comfortable with her, but the Nadder…
She looks over her shoulder to where the Nadder is still nudging fondly at her, and something in her chest swells.
“Now, come on.” Hiccup reaches for Snotlout’s hand. “You wanted to see the dragon—”
“Hey, wait!” Snotlout skitters back from him, but Hiccup follows. “What are you doing?”
Hiccup stops, raising his eyebrows. “Ah, so you really are just as big of a wimp as you were when we were teenagers.”
He turns around, back to Toothless’s side. Snotlout stares after him, mouth agape. Astrid isn’t much better. When they were teenagers, Hiccup could always get a bit mouthy, but he was never confrontational .
“No!” Snotlout yells in protest. “No, I was never— You don’t get to say that to me, when you were so scared to kill a dragon that you left— ”
“Hey,” Astrid snaps. “You don’t get to—”
Hiccup leans against Toothless, crossing his arms. “Then come prove it. Come over here and touch the dragon, Snotlout. Show us all how brave and mighty you are.”
All the Vikings turn to Snotlout then. And Astrid knows—Hiccup has caught him. How is Snotlout supposed to back down from a challenge like that? How is any Viking supposed to?
Snotlout is almost visibly boiling, but he complies. With short, angry steps he approaches Toothless. As he gets closer, the dragon reveals his teeth—none too happy about the whole thing. Hiccup seems unfazed.
“Alright, see!” Snotlout declares once he’s within touching distance. “I did it! Now, take back what you said—”
“I said to touch him, Snotlout. Right here, on the snout. It’s what I did. See how that’s worked out for me? The whole Archipelago knows who I am.”
Snotlout shouts, too angry to keep it all inside. Toothless growls to match him. With a shivering hand, Snotlout reaches out, but Toothless is still bristling. The dragon snaps at him as a warning.
Snotlout falls back, tumbling onto his ass. “See! He just tried to eat me! You brought a wild beast in here—”
Hiccup shrugs. “You made him upset with what you said earlier. What did you call dragons… monsters , was it? That’s a little far, I think.”
This is starting to seem like unusual punishment, but Astrid lets it go on. It’s not like Snotlout is being held hostage. Well, not by anything except for his pride , at least. This is over whenever he says it is. If it gets too dangerous, she’ll do something about it, but for now…
Snotlout gets back to his feet, whining quietly to himself and the gods. Finally, he meets Toothless’s eye. He’s trembling all over.
“Sorry, Mr. Dragon.” Snotlout mutters. “For saying that dragons are bad. Yes, dragons do eat people, but I guess you don’t, so I’m sorry.”
Toothless backs down immediately, perking his ears up. He shakes Hiccup off him, prowling forward towards Snotlout. There’s a moment where Astrid worries that Snotlout will pass out right then. But he holds still while Toothless sniffs at him.
Once Toothless is done with his assessment, Snotlout holds his hand out again. Toothless gently bumps his snout against his palm. At the touch, Snotlout laughs triumphantly. There’s something dangerous twinkling in his eyes.
Astrid worries she’ll have to stop Snotlout from charging into the forest looking for a dragon of his own.
“Very good,” Hiccup acquiesces, before turning to the rest of the group. “Alright, who's next?”
✦
A full day after the disastrous dinner, Hiccup goes to find his father.
It’s nightfall by the time he tracks him down, sitting at the edges of the dock watching the moon rise. It’s not somewhere Hiccup ever remembers him going. But things have changed. A lot has changed.
He makes no attempt to hide his footsteps as he comes up behind his father. The great man doesn’t even bother a look over his shoulder to see who it is. Well, the peg leg makes Hiccup’s gait pretty recognizable.
Carefully—ready to leave if his father requests it—Hiccup settles next to him. Still, his father doesn’t look at him. Hiccup’s own gaze is settled down at his hands. He fidgets, trying to find the words.
It bothered him all through the night, and into the day. Everything he’d said to his father. All that had been thrown back at him. It sits at the bottom of his stomach, heavy as stone.
He could just leave again. Part of him really, really wants to. But seeing the pain he’s already caused stops him. No, he can’t do that again…
Hiccup has never wanted to fight with his father. Well, maybe in the heat of the moment. But back then, all through his childhood and into his teens, the only thing he wanted was for them to get along . For his father to be proud of him. For love to be made easy, can it please just be easy .
They didn’t get it right back then. There was no fight to break things, but there was no reason to stay either. It’s… different now. They’re both different.
Maybe they can get it right this time.
“I’m sorry,” Hiccup is quiet, afraid to break the silence. “For everything I said. I shouldn’t have done that, and I’m sorry.”
His father doesn’t speak for a long, long time. Hiccup almost gets up to leave him in his peace. He worries that he’s broken it too bad this time.
“You were right.” His father whispers, soft and scathing as the ocean wind.
“No, I wasn’t,” Hiccup stresses, turning fully to him. “That wasn’t—It wasn’t okay of me. I’m proud to be your son, I always have been. It’s just—It’s hard to fill your shadow—”
“I lied to you again.” His father admits. “The dragon wasn’t for you. Not really. It was for me. To make me feel better. To make me feel like I was… I was doing something about this hole in my chest.”
“I shouldn’t have left.” Hiccup mutters bitterly.
“No, you should have. I mean… Look at yourself, son. You’ve grown into a fierce warrior and a good man. You fight for what you believe in. That’s all I ever wanted for you.”
“Even if I believe in saving dragons?”
“Even so.”
Feeling his pride now stings. He wasn’t even asking for it, and now finally… And maybe that’s the point. Maybe Hiccup did need to leave. Maybe he needed to be on his own to find himself.
But he thinks of those cold, lonely nights. All the times that days, weeks would pass with Hiccup having no one to talk to. How he so violently shoved any thought of Berk or his life before away.
It was times like those that he really could have used his dad.
Maybe if he hadn’t left, things would be different. Maybe he could’ve found a way to convince his father—to convince all of Berk. Maybe he could’ve had a tribe and a flock all this time.
There’s no use in lamenting about it. His decisions are his own, and they were made years ago. They all have to live with it now.
Except things have changed. Hiccup is different. His father is different. Maybe Berk could be different too.
“I know you don’t owe me anything but—” Hiccup rushes. “Can you please just promise me that—”
“Anything.” His father is unwavering.
A lump forms in Hiccup’s throat. “Promise me that you won’t hurt any more dragons, Dad. Not for me, or yourself, or anyone. Promise .”
Finally, his father looks over at him. There’s a moment where his father only studies him, and Hiccup feels ten years old again. How silly. A grown man, begging his father for a promise that he may not be able to keep.
“Alright, son.” His father agrees. “I promise. Dragons are welcome on Berk. Including you and yours, whenever you might… wish to…”
“I do,” Hiccup whispers. “I won’t leave you again.”
A giant hand closes around his far shoulder, pulling him in tightly. The air in Hiccup’s lungs is knocked free as he collides with his father’s side. Once he’s regained his center, he relaxes.
Carefully, he leans his head on his father’s chest, and decides everything will be okay.
✧
All week, Astrid has been desperately avoiding the strange Deadly Nadder that’s grown so attached to her.
Now, on the eve of her leaving, Astrid seeks her out.
It’s a rare moment where Hiccup has left both Astrid and the wild dragon alone. He’s off taking his Night Fury for another flight. Having stretched her own wings earlier in the day, the Nadder decided to stay behind. Some very selfish part of Astrid hopes she stayed behind for her too.
Astrid creeps carefully into the—former—dragon fighting arena. Despite being previously caged there, the Nadderhead has taken up an easy residence there. She sits comfortably among the bed of dried hay Hiccup has built for her.
“Hey, girl…” Astrid mutters as she approaches.
Pleasantly aware of her presence, the Nadder seems to preen at her words. Her crown of horns flick and vibrate as she purrs. As simple as breathing, Astrid places a hand on her beak. The dragon nuzzles her.
Astrid laughs wetly. “I’m glad to see you too.”
And strangely, it’s true. The Deadly Nadder had become a familiar, welcome part of her days this past week. It’s impossible to deny their connection any longer. Something about being around the dragon just… feels safe .
Insane. She’s gone insane, she has to have. Safe around a dragon—the very beast that used to tear her village apart and eat her people one limb at a time. And here Astrid is, petting one.
“Look at me, huh?” Astrid chuckles. “Some Viking warrior I turned out to be… What would my parents think? What would Stoick think? Gods, if he ever finds out about this…”
She looks around, suddenly paranoid. Of course, the ring around the arena is empty. Even the other young warriors haven’t bothered them since Hiccup cajoled them all into approaching Toothless. It’s unlikely they’ll say anything to Stoick about her schmoozing with dragons, considering they’ve done the exact same thing.
As if reading her conflicted emotions, the Nadder whines and nudges her hand. She pushes past her grip, nosing at her chest instead. It’s almost a… hug . Astrid can’t help a laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s okay,” Astrid pats her head. “You haven’t done anything wrong. This isn’t… wrong. I’m glad to have met you.”
The dragon hums contentedly. Her whole body vibrates with it, sending the shocks down Astrid’s spine. She traces her fingers along the Nadder’s curved horn. Sadness pulls her stomach downward.
“But you have to go.” Astrid’s voice breaks, and she’s all too glad no one else is around to see her. “You’ll be safer with Hiccup and Toothless. They’ll take you to their home, and introduce you to other dragons, and… and no one will ever try to hurt you again.”
Sensing her feelings again, the dragon begins to whine. She pushes further at Astrid’s chest. She gets insistent enough that Astrid is knocked to her butt. All she can do is blink in surprise as the dragon wraps her wings over Astrid and pulls her up under her chin.
Hesitantly, Astrid brings her arms up to embrace the dragon back.
Just like that, Hiccup finds them not ten minutes later. As he climbs off Toothless, Astrid blanches. She tries to extract herself from the Nadder, but she refuses to let Astrid go.
“It’s not—She just—” Astrid tries.
Hiccup looks like he’s trying not to laugh. “Nadders are… possessive. They don’t like giving up what they’ve decided is theirs.”
It doesn’t feel as bad as it should, being thought of as belonging to a dragon.
Despite his humor at the situation, Hiccup takes pity on her. Removing his flight gloves, he approaches them. A few clicks at the back of his throat, and a strange hand movement, and the Nadder lets Astrid go with one last nuzzle to the back of her head.
Though she doesn’t seem too happy about it, the Nadderhead goes over to click and squawk at Toothless. As usual, they begin to play. Silently, Astrid and Hiccup watch them.
After a few minutes, Hiccup speaks up hesitantly. “You know, she doesn’t… have to go with us.”
“What?” Astrid whips around to look at him.
Hiccup grins softly, just she just proved him right about something. “I mean, I just came here to make sure she was safe. As long as Berk has really turned over a new leaf… And I mean, if someone was willing to keep an eye on her—”
“Yes.” Astrid answers immediately. “I mean, uhm, sure. I can—I can do that. For what it’s worth, people in the village do respect me. If I said she was under my protection—”
Hiccup shrugs. “I don’t see the harm in it then. She chose to live in this place anyways. It’d be cruel to take her from her home. It’s… It’s not so bad here.”
The admission feels much bigger than this conversation. But Astrid can’t decipher it right now. She’s too overcome with relief that the dragon— her dragon—doesn’t have to leave. And then too embarrassed by that thought.
“Thank you.” Astrid whispers.
Hiccup only grins knowingly at her.
✦
Hiccup is entirely nauseous as he makes his way up the steps to the Great Hall. All eyes are on him as he goes. They look at him with much less reverence—and also much less dread — than they did before he took the mask off.
Now, Hiccup doesn’t have the first idea what they must be feeling when they look at him.
At the very least, he must seem crazed—with two dragons at his heels. This will be good for the Berkians, he hopes. Maybe eating with dragons will make them realize they’re not so different. Just a fanatic dream, no doubt. But he has to try .
Astrid learned differently. The other young warriors were at least willing to approach the dragons by the end of their session. Even his father seems acceptant of Toothless’s presence now. There is a single ember of hope and Hiccup holds onto it tightly.
The less people that are afraid of dragons, the easier his job gets.
There is one singular perk to the fear, however. Flanked by the dragons, no one stands in his way. Unlike all the rest, Hiccup doesn’t have to wait for entrance to the feast.
Surprisingly, he’s greeted not far from the door by Gobber and his father. All the pain is gone from his father’s expression—at least for now. Hiccup lets his own fade away too.
For the first time in his life, Hiccup is invited to eat at the high table. He’s settled between his father and Astrid. As the feast is announced to begin, a proud hand sits on either of his shoulders.
Toothless and the Nadder have their own space made for them in one of the corners. A few of the braver children bring them a spread of cooked chicken and fish. The dragons excitedly eat their share, and fight over the bones. If either is bothered by the stares they get, they don’t show it.
As the food runs out and the mead sets in, a crowd gathers around. Front and center, are the former trainees. Once more, Hiccup is poked and prodded about his grand adventures.
His initial thought is to rebuke the attention and shoo them away. But then he remembers his father’s words and assumptions. Surely he’s regaled someone ? Maybe it’s time he start. With a bit of help from Fishlegs, he remembers the stories—embellishing here and there, and leaving out the more worrying details. Just like he would do back home to Mom—
And Mom . The thought hits him like a full grown Gronckle. He glances to his father between stories. Knowing she’s alive, that she’s stayed away all these years, would it hurt him? Would he feel betrayed? Would he ever forgive her for having to raise Hiccup alone?
He shakes the thought away, as his father laughs. It doesn’t matter. After all, it’s not his decision to make. His mother has to decide whether she wants to return to Berk or not. And that’s… that’s a problem for later.
For now, Hiccup talks and he laughs. At some point, Toothless comes over to curl up on his feet under the table. He meets Astrid’s gleaming eye a few times—when she’s not taken with the Nadder nosing at her braid.
His former tribe drinks, and they laugh, and they listen to him. They ooh, and they ahh, at the appropriate times. They question him about dragons, still skeptical of their friendly nature.
Hiccup takes it all.
He savors every last drop of it.
✧
Just after dawn, Hiccup mounts Toothless once more.
Something deadly aches in Astrid’s chest at the sight. It’s been barely over a week—much less than that since she’s seen him fly—but she’s grown attached to that image. To the idea of him and his Night Fury coming and going.
He’s swarmed first by his former classmates, as they all talk over each other and palm each other out of the way.
Then comes Gobber, scaring away his former pupils with ease. There’s a sharp light in his eyes as he stares up at the young man. Choked up, he places a leather roll in Hiccup’s hand. Curiously the dragon rider undoes it, revealing a fresh pair of tools, glimmering in the dawn light. Hiccup looks like he might cry too.
Stoick is next. He takes his son’s hand between two of his own. Despite Hiccup’s growth, it’s still enveloped easily. They exchange gentle words, and Hiccup smiles softly. The Chief is as overcome with emotion as he ever is when he ducks away.
Somehow, it’s Astrid’s turn. She steps forward as if in a dream. Nothing about this feels real. Not their meeting. Not his identity. Not any part of this last week.
And certainly not his leaving.
Ducking behind her, the Nadder—that has insisted on following her every step—goes up to Toothless. She bows to him. Toothless whines, and she straightens up immediately. They click and squawk at each other.
As they fall into their usual routine, Astrid looks up at Hiccup. His dark hair turns to fire in the sunlight. He was always cute when they were younger, but somewhere along these last six years, he’s gotten seriously handsome.
She loses her breath as he looks over to her, oddly desperate.
Just as she opens her mouth to say goodbye, he steals the air from her lungs.
“Come with me,” he proposes.
All she can do is stare up at him, slack jawed.
“I can—I can show you everything,” Hiccup continues, insistent. “The nest, the dragons— everything I’ve learned. I can show you the Archipelago and teach you to speak to them. Everything, Astrid, everything .”
And staring up at him then, she wants to. She really, really wants to. There’s a wild gleam, deep in his green eyes, and it draws Astrid in like a starving dragon to a barrel of fish. He could ask her for anything, and she’d genuinely consider it.
But just as quickly as she builds the idea up, it comes crashing back down. She glances back, around the plaza. To her tribe. The expectant gazes of the family she’s grown into. She lands on Stoick for one heartbeat, two…
“Hiccup,” Astrid’s voice breaks. “I can’t. There are people here that need me. I would… love to, I really would, but… I’m needed here.”
She can’t go anymore than he can stay.
Deep down, she thinks he knows that.
A sad smile breaks his face, proving her right. “That’s okay. Thank you for—”
“Will you come back?”
Now it’s Hiccup’s turn to look at her wide eyed. She holds strong under the questioning gaze. There’s no overthinking this now. Somehow, it’s imperative that she knows his answer.
Just as she did, Hiccup looks away from her, into the plaza. From their classmates, to their Chief, to the children—to their tribe . Because it is their tribe. Or it can be, if he wants it.
Even as he ponders, Astrid doesn’t look away from him. She analyzes every tick of his eye, every twitch of his brow, every downward tug of his lips. It doesn’t give her the answers she craves.
Hiccup looks down, to the dragon that’s already staring up at him. He places a familiar hand between Toothless’s ears. Slowly, he smiles—an entirely private thing.
“Yes,” Hiccup looks back up at her. “I think I will.”
Astrid exhales, all the fear leaving her body at once. She matches his expression, smiling brightly. For a second, she’s lost there. In that space between them, sharp and magnetic.
Hiccup clears his throat, looking away. “But for now… Goodbye, Astrid.”
“Goodbye, Dragon Master.”
His lip twitches upward once more. Then, in a flash of shadow, the pair launch into the sky. They do a lap around the village, and the children cheer. Hiccup pulls his mask back on.
Just like that, Hiccup and Toothless return to the wind.