Here's the original chapter,

this is one has great news for you all 😄😃😜

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After the cold winter season, the hot summer days has come. Time to make new crops for while it's still warm for them to work. Everyone noticed their weapons and tools needed to be sharpened, but the forge isn't that helpful. Some wanted to have something new in their collection. Luckily Trader Johan would visit Berk today.

They could see his ship coming forth, Stoick ordered a few men for Johan's arrival at the docks. Because of their big bellies and body from endless nights drinking mead at the Great Hall, they had are hard time setting Johan's ship at the docks. They wish for some kind of animal to pull the ship into place, they were thinking of bears but they realized they won't find any in Berk.

As soon the ship was settled, Johan placed the floor boards that connects his ship to the docks. Stoick approached Johan as soon as he comes out of the ship. He welcomed Johan warmly.

"Welcome back old friend it has been months since you last set foot on Berk, I hope you've got good items for us"

Johan smiled back for he definitely have some great items to trade, not to mention some goods news to bring.

"Oho yes I do old friend, very good ones I have in my ship. Freshly new weapons made from Gronkle Iron reserved for Berk. Some smith I lingered with for the past months, he's got talent in craftsmanship. You will love this weapons Stoick"

At the arena....

Fishlegs ran as fast as his little legs could go to reach the arena. Trader Johan is finally in town and the teens had waited months for his arrival. By the distance he could here Snotlout's distress screams, Astrid must have beat him up again. And he was right, Snotlout was laid back at the ground all tangled up.

"Cool Snotlout looks like a human pretzel, I wanna be one too!" said Tuffnut.

"Hey me first, you had your chance last time" his twin Ruffnut argued.

"Hey that's not fair why does it have to be you again"

"Because ladies first you mutton head" Ruff argued back and gave her twin a good punch in the jaw. Then Tuff responded back with a slap, and now both of them are fighting.

"Ok guys knock it off, training's over" Fishlegs tried to stop the twins but they glared angrily at him. "Ok I'm shutting up-" Why do they have to look at me like that. He thought

"-ok before you guys attack me, just want you guys to know that trader Johan's here. So if you guys want something from him it's best if we head back to the docks before we get sold out"

"Awesome, now Johan's here I hope he has a goos mace for me. My mace is getting old" said Tuff as he held out his mace.

"You just had that mace the last time Johan was here, why don't you get something to read" Fishlegs suggested.

"Ugh as if my brother knows how to read"

"Hey I know how to read!" and the argument continues between the two

"Do not"

"Do to"

"Do not"

"Ugh guys"

"Shut up!" The twins said in unison to Fishlegs.

"Hey I do read, remember Gobber's fairy tale books he had about trolls. I read the part where trolls were allergic to 'beautiful flies" Tuff said proudly

"Those are 'butterflies' you idiot"

"Geez you're so smart why don't you get a make up for your ugly face......uuhh girls wear make up right? So wait you're girl right sis?"

Ruff couldn't express anything in words so he punched her twin brother square on the face. Snotlout on the other hand finally untangled himself from being a human pretzel.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm gonna grab something for the ladies"

"Ugh why don't you give them a weapon or something" Tuff suggested as he stood back up.

"Well that's easy for you say but I'm gonna give something for Astriiiii- ok where did she go?"

The gang noticed Astrid had left the arena while they argued.

At the Hofferson's.....

Astrid searched for rare stuff around the house for something to trade. Her old worn out weapons could do but they were just a few and she needed a new axe for her to use. Her old axe had worn off, it became dull and unusefull. Ever since Gobber had slacked off at the forge, he rarely sharpens weapons. If ever he got a hold on Astrid's axe she would at least wait for days for it to be sharpened. But to the end of it, it wasn't sharpened the way she wanted to be.

She remembered the days how Hiccup works at the forge. He did made sure every single weaponry was taken good care off. All sharpened and ready for battle. If there were time he would polish the, especially hers. She remembered when she visited Gobber hoping he would do something right for her. She held her axe out and Gobber snathced it, obviously Gobber was drunk in the middle of the day.

"Thiiz....thiz axe *hick* I remember *hick*up sho much of thiz......cuz yer she lash *hick*up alwaysh.....I mean alwaysh wanted yer axe to be the sharpessht and cleanesht of all Berk.....*hick* he made shure it shuited you very muuuuuch"

After he said it he fell from his seat and slept on the ground. Astrid was stunned as of the moment. Hiccup really did care for her no wonder how perfect her axe was when Hiccup was around.

Astrid pushed the memory back off her mind, now is not the time to think of something so touchy. She was running late and she hoped she had a few good stuff at Johan's ship. So it's settled, she has no other choice but to trade her old axe and get a new one. Although she feels bad because the axe was sentimental. She grabbed a few daggers, including a dagger that she had wrapped the blade with something furry. She did not have the time to look at the things she needed to trade.

Astrid ran through the plaza going to the docks. Almost the entire population of Berk had lined to trade with Johan, but she noticed the line wasn't moving she thought that someone might be taking too much of their time looking for good items. Instead the crowd was listening to Johan's story. Curiosity filled her mind, so she squeezed herself into crowd to get to the trader. She had a hard time getting through but as one Berk's highly respected young warrior, they made way for her.

Once she got in front she was surprised that the rest of the gang were there, probably just arrived like her. She waited for a minute to catch before listening to Johan. Everyone's ears were glued to Johan, even Stoick's eyes widen with surprise while Gobber's mouth was left hanging.

"-ah yes this young man is a hero all right. He actually defeated a Queen Dragon at Hellsem's Gate (is that right??) He calls it the Red Death. No one had ever faced a huge dragon other than him. He had help with other small dragons and one rare dragon. the Red Death was the cause of the raids, I don't know why but that's all he has to say"

Everyone was astonished, this hero could make a better benefit at Berk.

"He also helps with dragon raids, some tribes say he sort of have this kind of magic or sorcery to lure dragon's away. They say he asks the chief if they needed help, in return he just needed a place to stay and food to eat and sometimes uses there forge to smith. Aye I met the lad alright in a far away tribe, he made these Gronkle Iron weapons as you can aee"

He grabbed one weapon and showed it to the crowd, he also let them touch it. They noticed it was light, they felt it wasn't durable enough but Johan made them stand corrected as he cut Tuffnut's mace with one slash. The mace was cut into two pieces. Again they were amazed.

"So you said this man travels, how exactly has he even tried going to here" Stoick asked the trader eagerly.

"Alas my friend I have no idea, I had offered him a ride going here but he said he has his ride of his own. He did mention he hasn't set foot on Berk that's why I asked if he could come with me. Some tribe say that one time he's at this village, the next day he's on another island as if Thor had transported him"

This was something incredible and impossible to happen. If you ever use a boat to cross another island it would take you hours or days to get there. Or if you used you legs you would definitely take hours to reach another village.

Stoick and Gobber were surprised, but something about Johan's story caught both of their attention.

"You said this young lad smiths weapons and had a chance to meet him. What does he look like anyway?" Stoick asked having his hopes up if this person was someone they knew.

Johan shook his head no "I am very sorry my friend but I have not seen his face. He wears a helmet stating that he needs to hide his identity for he had made strong enemies"

"But his body structure? Was he skinny, scrawny, small, a bit annoying to talk with perhaps?" wow Gobber what a way to describe Hiccup.

"Actually he's not skinny, he's very lean and had good fore arm muscles not too beefy though like the lad over there" Johan pointed at Snotlout who made an annoyed growl "He's tall though, not like what you describe of"

Stoick hopes went down, he had hoped that this lad might be his son who went missing for almost five years. The stories that Johan mentioned connected his theory but in the end it was all wrong. He moved back with his head low, starring at the ground.

Astrid had the sam theory too but she never assumed she was right. Somehow her mind and Stoick's were thinking of the same thing as of they were connected. She knew Hiccup won't survive for less than a year and was far too impossible for him to face a dangerous dragon but somehow the thing where the strange hero had help with other dragons and luring them away got that idea.

Then again in the end it was nothing.

She was too busy recollecting her mind, she hardly noticed Johan walking towards her.

"That's one fine dagger you have there lass. The craftsmanship on its handle is unique with a Berk symbol on it and a signature styled letter H underneath it. Yes yes good one good one"

Astrid looked at the things she was holding, to her surprised she accidentally brought the dagger she had picked up at the arena five years ago. It was Hiccups dagger.

"You sure you want to trade that lass? That's sentimental if you asked me. Why, I met a boy who had that kind of signature and carries that symbol. Of course be was a Berkian but he's on another island. Good smithy too. He asked for a shield, I wonder why he did not choose any goo weaponry-"

Astrid alertness went back "You've met Hiccup?!"

That was supposed to be a gasped but Astrid said it loud enough for Stoick to hear. He rushed back to Johan and took hold of his shoulders eagerly. His eyes still full of hopes was still there, tears lingering.

"You've seen my son?!" Stocik asked as he shook Johan violently "Please tell me you've seen my son"

Johan was getting dizzy with Stoick's violent shakes. Gobber grabbed Johan away from Stoick so Johan could catch his breath before answering Stoick.

"I'm sorry I did not notice the young lad I've met was actually your son"

Stoick's huge body stepped closer to which frightened Johan. "Where have you seen him? When, how, why!!??" Now his voice were booming.

"I-I don't know some island I've been in down south. He was in a tribe but stayed shortly he asked for a shield which I gave him for free because he crafted me a useful slingshot to use against robbers. Aaaaaaahhhhh!!! don't hurt me!"

Johan covered his whole head as Stoick had towered him. Gobber restrained him for good measures but Stoick remained so eager to know Hiccup's whereabouts. "When?" he asked.

"I-I can't remember that was about two years ago. I knew he was from Berk so I gave him a ride home. He declined and said he wanted to be away from here. That's all I know, honest!"

Away from here? So does that mean away from Berk. Stoick thought as Johans news sinked into his viking brain. He had wished for his son to come back home someday, but the news from Johan disappointed him very much. The boy was truly hurt by his own people that's why he decided not to return. Hiccup must have thought that there is no home he could ever return to. He was disowned and words hurt more than a punch on the face.

He hands slid off to his sides as he bowed again, but he must look at the bright side. Hiccup had at least survived for three years alone, with a dragon of course. He wishes him good health and protection, still he prays to the gods that someday he would come home or even visit home.

The day was about to end, Trader Johan had made good trades at Berk. His Gronkle Iron were all ouy, he knew Berk wouldn't miss good weaponries and tools. He fixed his office and ship before he left his ship for a good walk around the forest. He had been here, he knew there were dragons around here. He knew he was in good hands for he needed to meet this stranger.

The stranger had asked him if he could see if someone had traded his sentimental dagger that he had lost a long time ago. He had hoped no one could keep such weapon that belonged to him. But at last Johan had found where there dagger is and who has it.

"Afternoon sir Johan, what brings you here in this fine enchanted forest?" someone spoke benind him. He did not panic for he knew this stranger.

"Ahaha my boy, an old man like me needs fresh air after a day's work" he chuckled and so as the stranger.

"You? Old? I don't believe a word you say sir" this time they both laughed but died quickly so no one would hear them.

"I almost blew up your cover boy. You know how I do sometimes forget a promise" he said.

"Oh? So you lied then? Haha I never knew you lie"

"Well I think you're the liar here, I thought you said you will never set foot in Berk"

Again they both laughed.

"A trader never lies boy but they give facts that confuses a customers doubts and opinions" Johan said as he smiled.

"Good one sir, good one. So.......Have you sought my dagger sir?" The stranger asked.

Johan really does want to give him good news but ends up with a bad news. He only does that to him because he likes to see the look of his face all confused and worried with shoulders up and sown.

"Oh I've seen it all right..........but you wouldn't believe who has it"