The wind howled over the cliffs of Berk, carrying the sharp scent of salt and storm. Below, dragons shifted restlessly in their nests.

Hiccup stood in the Blacksmith's house, sharpening his sword in the quietness of the morning. Your footsteps were quiet — but he knew you were there. He always did.

"You know, Grimmel's been a pest these days.. it's only a matter of time until he actually announces himself," Hiccup spoke. Toothless laid beside the young Chief, still sleeping since it was pretty early. He hasn't been sleeping a lot, Hiccup. The safety of the dragons weights his mind, talk about the hidden world and Grimmel.