Okay, this idea was bouncing around my head, so... here it is!

Happy Snoggletog.

It's I, Pyro Shadowstar Flyhigh speaking.

This is just a little narrative of what one special Snoggletog was like.

Enjoy.

Date: Snoggletog, December 25, 220

25 years after the war with the Dragons

23 years since the discovery of the Dragon Eye

20 years after the war between Grimmel the Grisely

12 years since they saw each other again

Dagur laughed as his kids, Moki and Occitelo ran by, being chased by a furious Snarler son of Eret.

"You!" Snarler screeched angrily. "COME BACK HERE!" he dodged a wayward dog and was promptly scooped up by his father.

"Snarler, what's the matter this time?" Eret sighed.

"Moki and Occitelo just told me that I was the WORST kid on the island and that I …." he trailed off there.

"Told you what?" his father pressed.

Snarler dropped his voice to a whisper. "That I wasn't going to get anything for Snoggletog!"

Eret blinked at his son, and broke into a loud and hearty laugh. "That's it? Snarler, you've been a very good lad this year. I don't think that Odin will overlook you."

Eret's wife and Snarler's mother, Sola swept up. "Oh, baby, why are you crying?" she kissed him, and he squirmed until she stopped.

"Aw, mum, why'd you have to do that in front of everyone?!" he complained.

She smiled. "Well, now everyone knows that you are my special Viking!"

Thundernut and Rainnut scurried by, and had seen the whole performance.

"Aw, ickle Snarlie has a loving mum!" Thundernut smirked.

"Of course, how cute!" Rainnut sang annoyingly.

Snarler hesitated. His mum was gone: perhaps by Heather and Hickory. His father just looked at the two Thorstons. Technically, Rainnut wasn't a Thorston. Technically, she was an Ingerman, like her brother, Kumaluk. Snarler wanted so bad to fight those bullies and show them who was boss. Okay, maybe just Thundernut. He was taught never to hit a girl. The "Thorstons" melted back into the crowd.

Eret looked at his son. He noted the way his son looked. And said; "Go get 'em."

Startled, Snarler looked up at his dad. "What?"

Eret smiled. "Happy Snoggletog son – go teach that trouble-maker not to mess with us!"

Snarler smiled back shyly...and raced after the offenders.

Heather laughed with Mala. "Oh, Double and Trouble sure keep me busy." Mala confided with a sight smile.

"You've got no idea how bad MY kids can be!" they laughed together. Hickory and her husband Arid strolled by.

"What's this? Laughter? And fun? Without us?" Arid exclaimed. And he smiled at Mala. "Mala, we haven't seen you in a while!"

Hickory chimed in, "Yes, you should take more breaks Mala. You and Dagur both!"

Mala declined gracefully. "No, there is to much to do in a day."

Dagur came over laughing still. He had a little goofy smile on his face. The couples turned to look at him as he laughed his way through the crowd, up the stairs and by the visiting chiefs' and queens' thrones.

"Um, Dagur, what happened?" Hickory asked.

He pointed at her and her husband. "Kerr, Hope, and Loyal are HILARIOUS." he announced.

Yes, Kerr, Hope, and Loyal Hofferson were there too, and currently, they were talking with my children, Rashka and Raul. Rashka took after her father, with color-shifting and silver scales and curvy horns. She also had a small frill of smaller horns around her head like a crown. However, she could breathe fire, and didn't really care for acid. She had a tail that for some reason was almost always curled up in a spiral. Raul has black and red scales. He can shoot acid and breathe ice. He had a spiky tail. The Jorgensons joined them. The thing about dragon hearing is that it is extremely sensitive. So, I caught every scrap of the conversation. Oh boy. It was a bragging match. About flying dragons.

"My dad is better at flying than YOUR dad!" Braglout (how ironic!) said.

"Well, both of my parents are better than YOUR parents at flying!" Raul growled. "Heck, your mom can't even fly without her brother!"

That's when Hope spoke up. "MY mom is better at flying a dragon than ALL of your parents!" she declared. I winced. It was probably true. I could tell from Hickory's face that she had head too, and was trying not to laugh. See, Hickory's a hybrid too, thanks to a freak thunderstorm. You know: Night Furies: The unholy offspring of Lightning and Death itself. Well,that thunderstorm had been the "Storm of the Furies" and it comes to town once every two thousand years. Hickory had found a cure: the Springs of Frey. She was cured, but a funny thing happened: The wings and tail and plates had turned into a necklace. If she felt like it,she could use the necklace to turn into a hybrid. And she did.

My husband, Moki was trying badly to cover up his snorting. He was talking with Alvin and Minden.

That's when we heard: BANG, BANG, BANG, like the Storm of Furies was trying to get into the new Mead Hall.

Everyone fell silent. Who could it be? Alvin was there. Mala and Throk and the Defenders of the Wing were there. The Beserkers were there. The Wing Maidens were there. Heck, even the Outcasts were here! The thumps intensified. Finally, Wingnut, padded over to the door, followed by Sleuther and Windshear. They slowly nudged open the doors with their snouts and claws. And...

"TOOTHLESS!" Hickory screamed, and the Night Fury bounded forward. He wasn't alone. Light Fury loped in followed by three baby Night/Light Furies. One was black, with blue eyes. Another was white with green eyes. The smallest was white with black eye was green. The other was blue. (How cute!)

Shouts from other Vikings ensued, as they recognized their dragons. Fishlegs was in tears as he stroked Meatlug. Hookfang roared as Snotlout rubbed him. Arid was laughing as Stormfly marched over to greet him. All of the dragons were there. All of the dragons were healthy. Ever single one. Torch. Boom. Thornado. Drago's tyrant splashed around in the shallows, indicating oohs and ahs. Parents showed their children their dragons rather proudly. Eret and Snarler were marveling over Skullcrusher's enduring strength. Moki showed Rashka how to bond with one. Pretty soon, the party had just a few more participants. The party seemed to get even merrier.

And I? I was crying just a bit. Then I yelled, "HAPPY SNOGGLETOG!"

Yay. So, you're probably wondering where this came from. Well, let's just say I wasn't satisfied with the ending of Httyd 3. This is what I wished it was. You know, all the characters getting together, kids, dragons, the wayward dog... more fun, right?

Rashka: Yeah, you're right it is.

TheDragonWriter4ever: See? Rashka agrees with me.

The circus is out!