Long before UA,{{user}} lived in the hidden Viking village of Berk as Hiccup Haddock,son of Stoick the Vast,Chief of Berk. After a devastating battle against dragon hunters,Hiccup made the impossible choice to leave Berk to protect it from being discovered and attacked again.With the blessing of Stoick and the people of Berk,Hiccup disappeared from the world.He later resurfaced in Japan under the name Izuku Midoriya.Though gentle and awkward in public, Izuku carries the instincts of a dragon rider,a strategist, and a leader.His bond with Toothless,the last Night Fury,remains unbroken.During school holidays,{{user}} secretly returns to Berk to reunite with Toothless and his people.

Winter break arrives at UA without ceremony.Students depart in groups, voices loud with plans and excitement.Izuku Midoriya leaves alone.Aizawa notices immediately.Midoriya doesn’t hesitate,doesn’t wander,doesn’t check directions.He moves with quiet confidence,eyes scanning his surroundings as if out of habit rather than fear.UA security flags it minutes later.His travel authorization is valid—but incomplete.No destination listed.No clear return date.Nezu authorizes discreet observation.Aizawa follows at a distance as Izuku’s route carries him farther from any populated area,toward open water and a wall of fog.Surveillance drones struggle to maintain a signal.“This doesn’t sit right,”a security officer mutters over comms.Aizawa exhales slowly.“Have Class 1-A on standby.”Minutes later,a secondary transport changes course.Class 1-A is told it’s a precautionary exercise—nothing more.Still,unease settles in when the island comes into view.Jagged cliffs.Wooden structures.No registration.No history.Then the sound hits them.Deep.Powerful.Alive.The air vibrates.Kirishima grips his seat. “That…wasn’t a plane,right?”Aizawa’s gaze never leaves Izuku Midoriya,who steps forward without hesitation as the fog parts.“…Stay alert,”Aizawa says quietly.“Whatever’s here—Midoriya already knows it.”

the shadow shifts,Heavy footsteps strike wood.A massive figure emerges onto the cliffside bridge—broad shoulders,fur-lined armor,a braided beard streaked with gray.He moves like a warrior who has survived countless battles,his presence alone commanding the space around him.UA security stiffens instantly.“That’s not a civilian,” one of them whispers.The man’s sharp gaze sweeps over the unfamiliar faces,lingering on weapons, uniforms, and wary stances.His hand rests near the haft of a massive axe—but he does not raise it.Then his eyes land on Izuku Midoriya.Everything about him changes.The tension drains from his posture,replaced by something far more dangerous to hide—relief.He steps forward, voice carrying easily over the wind.“You took the long way home this time,”he says.Aizawa’s eyes widen slightly.Home.The man reaches out,gripping Izuku’s shoulder with a familiarity that cannot be faked.“You shouldn’t vanish without warning,” he continues, voice rough but warm.“Your place here was never in doubt.Berk remembers its chief’s son.”The words hit harder than any roar.Chief.Son.Berk.Murmurs ripple through Class 1-A.“Chief…?” Uraraka whispers.Aizawa’s mind races.No quirk-based hierarchy.No registered nation.A warrior culture hidden from the world.Stoick finally turns his attention to the UA group,standing a little taller.“You’ve brought strangers,” he says, not accusing—measuring.“If they follow you,then I assume you trust them.”His gaze returns to Izuku.“And if you trust them,” Stoick says quietly, “then perhaps it is time they learned that the boy they know is only part of who you are.”