A/N: Whoo, 2nd story! I know that I should be updating my other story, but I just had to write this down, it's been stuck in my head ever since I watched the second movie. Enjoy! :D

EDIT JULY 2: Majorly edited story.

Valka only thinks of her son with pity or disgust- or even fear; fear that he or the other Vikings would find her sanctuary, and destroy all that she worked towards for twenty years. She does not hope that Berk has changed, that Stoick the Vast, her former husband, has stopped killing dragons. He has always followed Viking tradition, and will not stop to give mercy to "devils". She does not hope that her son, Hiccup, is like her, slight and skinny with a love for dragons. Instead, she knows that he will grow up- has already grown up, probably- into a giant of a man with fiery red hair, taking down dragons left and right. She does not hold out hope- because she knows it will be struck down immediately. She is no longer a Viking, and she is content.

So when she encountered the Night Fury and its rider, she was considerably alarmed. Drago did not have his men riding dragons, could he? She captured the man and told the other dragons to rescue the Night Fury. Even if the dragon was under Drago's control, she could not bear for any dragon to suffer and die alone, like so many of Drago's men did.

But the rider was yelling hysterically, shouting and kicking and frantically saying something about someone named Toothless. No matter. She ignored him and dropped him at the cave.

She watched him carefully. From what she observed of the dragon- trappers, he would react one of two ways. Either he would beg for his life, wheedling and bargaining, or he would attack the dragons surrounding him viciously, without hesitation. She would need to know all the information about him that she could so she could question him properly.

Instead of doing either of those things, he takes something out of his boot. She can't see what he is doing with it clearly in the dim light of the cave, but suddenly Zippleback gas shoots out from the end and ignites, encircling the person in fire and smoke for a few seconds. The dragons recognize the dragon-fire and draw back, unwilling to attack one of their own. They know that this strange figure cannot hurt them.

Valka, however, does not know that. She is impressed and terrified at the man's actions, more than she would admit. He had shown the dragons that they could trust him, and in return, they gave him respect. She knew for certain that he was dangerous, that Drago could twist this trust against the dragons. She would not give Drago another way of subduing dragons at his disposal. She was willing to do almost anything to keep this frightening power from the dragon-conqueror's hands. She moves to stop him from touching her dragons. He will not harm them, this dangerous figure, not so near to the sanctuary. She will not allow it.

When the Night Fury s dropped on the ground, shivering and terrified, she notices his missing tail fin and is horrified and beyond furious. This monstrous human, he ripped a dragon from the sky and chained it to the ground, forcing him to be under his control. For a second, an all-consuming rage reddens her vision, before she quickly pushed it down. Things are not always as they seem.

Then the man practically flew across the cave to the dragon with a cry of, "Toothless!" and she knew at once that this mysterious man would never hurt a dragon, let alone this one. And as she watched the Night Fury, apparently named "Toothless" nuzzle and purr at his rider, pupils round, she gathered that if she did kill the man, not only would it destroy the dragon, but he would stop at nothing until his human was avenged-namely, killing her. Not that she wanted to kill him, anymore; this person was obviously not one of Drago's men, and had probably saved "Toothless's" life. The human in her was singing, happy that there was someone out there who understood dragons like she did, ecstatic that she would not be alone anymore. The dragon part of her wanted to teach this human all of the dragon secrets and welcome him into the dragon haven. She advanced upon the man.

Toothless growled, warning the strange human to back off and stay away from his human. Valka walked forward anyways, studying the rider. She barely noticed when Toothless slightly curled around his human protectively as she gasped, recognizing the person in front of her. Hiccup.

His green, green eyes; the shape of his chin; his ruffled, messy hair; even the tiny scar he'd acquired when Cloudjumper snatched her away. Her whole body was numb with shock and she felt almost giddy. A thought crossed her mind: All this time he took after me…..

Of course, Hiccup had gotten other things than his looks from her. He was skinny and small and looked just like her but he also had a dragon. He had the same connection with dragons as she had, and even though she knew he must have been exiled from Berk to come this far on a dragon, of all things, (and, she realized the dragon was probably the reason why he got exiled) Valka was giddy and happy and excited; she wanted to laugh and cry and scream and shout and jump for joy, but she did not do any of these things. Her child was not a baby anymore, he was twenty, and she had missed most of his childhood. Valka had lost all rights to call herself Hiccup's mother when she left him for the dragons. Nevertheless, she must warn him of Drago, even though she wanted to keep him here where nobody could ever harm him. She must let him leave, let him find his own place in the world. And with this thought, she raced into the Haven, calling over her shoulder for him to follow.

A/N: Sooo…what do you think ~Faithe