Hey guys! Sorry for the late update- I know I said this would be up on Saturday but stuffs just got in the way…mainly my laziness;) Anyways you lot ready for a new adventure? This Fanfic is a lot less gruesome than the others so you won't have to worry for that. I'm still going to rate it a T though for the slight parts of violence and fluff!;)

I don't really have much to say… Oh yes! This story was inspired by a guy called Fish- he's an AWESOME guy! I was blabbering away about my fanfictions on my DofE- if you don't know what that is just look it up on Google;)- expedition and he just gave me this idea about something (I won't tell you what yet as that would be spoiling it;) and here it is!:D

Oh and I apologise in advance about all the POV changes. I hadn't meant for it to be so jumpy but it just ended up turning out that way. The next chapters shouldn't be as bad:)

Chapter 1- Bundle Of Joy

Gobber's POV:

I sighed in satisfaction as I hung up the, now shining silver, newly sharpened sword on the wall. Perfect. My eyes wandered around my forge. An array of shining weapons hung neatly from hooks so clean I could see my own reflection grinning back at me. Hiccup was right. Cleaning, polishing and sharpening all the swords in the room really did make it look better. Well, I thought sneakily, he'd managed to trick me into cleaning my forge but he would never ever be able to trick me into cleaning myself. Vikings DON'T wash. And that will never change.

I didn't notice the increasing smell of smoke behind me. I didn't even acknowledge the soft and small footsteps padding across the ground. I didn't even hear the slight squeak- like gasp or the tiny clatter.

I continued my polishing of already polished swords until I heard a slight crackle of sparks. I frowned and turned round. Only to be facing a wall of bright red flames. With a gruff- like yelp I stumbled backwards. Bright, hot red flames licked their way up the walls and into the ceiling. I rushed over to the water pipe that hung from the ceiling. Spluttering and coughing as I went. I stretched out my hand to grasp the lever and put out the roaring flames that were creeping up the rafters.

Then I heard the creak.

My fingers tickled the lever. Then I heard a groan. Wide-eyed, I turned toward the sound. The beam above me shuddered for a moment. I coughed again and desperately tried to grasp the lever. The beam was going to fall down. On top of me. I heard a whimper. Panicked I turned towards the howling beam once again. It cracked and started to splinter. I swivelled back toward the lever; my hand was just about to close around the handle when…

CREAK.

Then everything went black.

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Lucinda's POV:

Lucinda Haddock had never meant to wander into Gobber's forge. She didn't know what the golden scarlet substance that danced before her eyes was. All she knew was that it came out of all the dragons' mouths, was very hot and that she should never touch it. But she was curious. Mummy and Daddy will just be overprotective. How much harm can these amber 'flames' be if they come out of such gentle creatures like Toothless? Gobber had his back turned to the little miracle as she tiptoed into the shop, brushing her red, frizzy locks from her face, and seemed to be admiring something. Whatever it was she didn't care. Her bright green eyes were locked on something much more interesting than Gobber's backside.

A large smouldering fire rose up before her in a huge cocoon of stone. She gasped in wonder. What did this stuff feel like? A silver tool was lying in the pool of light. The end had turned an sapphire, orange glow from the leaping flames. She reached out her tiny little fingers to touch it, tripped over something and…

CRASH!

With a squeak Little Lucy turned to Gobber. But he hadn't noticed anything. She sighed with relief but on turning round she saw what the crash had caused. She'd tripped over a rope, which was attached to the bricks on round the fire, and had pulled the wall free. The scalding flames seized their opportunity and started to lick their way across the walls. With a gasp she raced from the shop and ran, as fast as her little legs could carry her, to the great hall. Where she knew she'd find daddy.

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Hiccup's POV:

I was slumped in my chair in another one of those boring farm meetings. The farmers were doing what they did every single week. Arguing. Later they would say they had been civilised in there debate over who owned what and who's animals could go where etcetera. I shook my head at that thought and sighed.

"But if you own that land how come my sheep have lived there for the past ten years!" Not- so- silent- Sven- anymore thundered.

"You've been breaking the law that's how! That land's been mine since the day my Great Grandfather laid siege to it!" Mulch yelled.

"Then how come you haven't mentioned it before hey?!"

"Because I never thought you considered it as yours!"

"That's no excuse!"

"Okay okay okay! Calm down." I shouted, a little breathlessly- just listening to them was hard enough work. The other farmers and Vikings on the council sighed with relief at the sound of my voice.

"Mulch do you have a record of your fathers-" I started but was instantly cut off by the booming of the doors and the frantic sound of my three year old's voice squeaking through the hall.

"Daddy, daddy! Need! Gobber! Flames! Didn't mean!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Slow down there Missy." I say, crouching down as she approaches me so I'm eye level with her and holding her shoulders to steady her. "What happened?"

She takes a deep breath as if about to deliver a death warrant. "Gobber's forge is on fire and he's stuck inside!"

My eyes widen. Gobber- stuck inside. Fire: But how…? I leap instantly to my feet, ignoring my questioning thoughts. I didn't have time to think. "Everyone grab their dragons and try to put out the fire. Horst, go and grab a team and start pulling buckets of water from the well. We have to get him out!"

They instantly oblige and I turn to Lucy. "Stay here. Promise me Lucy that you will stay right here and wait for me." She gulps and nods her tiny head. I feel a flash of guilt as I look at the terrified expression on her face but I push it down. I can't think about Lucy. Only about Gobber, right now.

Sliding expertly onto Toothless I bound down to the forge. Vikings from the square are already throwing buckets onto the smouldering building. No sign of Gobber. I spot Astrid's own golden flames in the crowd and rush up to her.

"Hiccup! Thank Thor! Where's Lucy!?" Her voice is full of panic as she looks at the tower of smoke and flames twisting into the air above the forge.

"She's up at the Great Hall. Stay with her there and I'll be up as soon as I can." I say giving her a split second kiss on the cheek.

With that I rush into the sky. The golden sun shines down on us only making the flames shine brighter. The wind wipes through my auburn waves and I grasp a bucket from the ground, scoop up some water from the well, and toss the sparkling droplets onto the golden mountain.

It takes what seems like hours to throw the fire out but it could only have been minutes. I land softly and rush into the hot building. The crowd outside making noise that sounded like thunder to my ears. My eyes instantly draw themselves to Gobber's form. Crushed under the still sizzling beams. I rush over, signalling to Toothless to push the beam away. We a growl he tosses it to one side leaving the path to Gobber free. I barely flinch when another worrying creak sounds overhead.

"Gobber?" I start. Toothless licks his face and whines. "Toothless? Is he okay? Gobber can you hear me?"

I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Is he…?" Horst asks his voice full of emotion.

"No. He won't. He can't have…"

For a moment I'm filled with horror at a world without Gobber. It isn't possible, Gobber wouldn't leave me. Would he?

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Astrid's POV:

Stormfly lands gracefully at the doors to the great hall. I rush inside, my feet pounding on the stone- sending jolts through my system.

Throwing open the doors I sigh in relief as I take in the sight of a tiny little girl, freckles littering her cheeks. It's only when I get closer to her that I realise she's crying- tears running down her face like a waterfall.

"Oh Lucy," I mumble taking her in my arms. She wraps her legs around me and buries her face in my neck. "Shhh, it's okay baby. Gobber will be fine."

"No. It my fault. If Gobby gets hurt it my fault. Daddy will never talk to me if he gets hurt. I not mean it mummy. I was just playing. I never wanted it to fire." She cries, her voice muffled by the tears clogging up her throat.

I frown and place her on the floor, bending down to her eye level. "What do you mean it's your fault Lucy?" I ask clearly. "What were you playing with?"

"I went in Gobby's home to see the fire and I fell over string and the fire collapsed and I ran to get daddy. I'm sorry mummy. Please don't tell daddy. He won't love me anymore mummy. I was bad girl."

"Oh Lucy. How many times have your daddy and I told you not to play with the fire?"

"I'm sorry mummy." She mumbles.

I sigh, "I will tell daddy because he needs to know what caused the fire-"

"No mummy no! Tell him it was Gobby's skivs mummy!"

"Skivvies you mean. And daddy needs to know but he's still going to love you Lucy. Whatever brought that idea into your head? Daddy's made mistakes before and been naughty before and have I or you ever stopped loving him? Of course not."

"You think so?"

"I know so. Daddy loves you more than words can describe. And I'm sure Gobber will be fine."

She sniffs, brushes a hand across her eyes- smudging her tears, and crawls into my open arms.

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Hiccup's POV:

"Come on Gobber," I whisper, my hand pressing into his shoulder, shaking him- fretfully trying to wake him up. Horst reaches down and takes his wrist.

I glance at him, my eyes wide. "He's alive but his heart beat's weak." I sigh in relief and close my eyes. He's alive. I moved in what felt like a daze after that. We took Gobber to Lily's who announced him stable. I then went back toward the great hall with Toothless. I opened the heavy doors to the sight of Astrid and Lucy practicing battle moves. Only Astrid would think of doing something like that to pass the time. And it only worked with Lucy and herself.

Their heads both snapped up as my metal leg clicked loudly on the floor. A flash of guilt crossed Lucy's face and her eyes followed the patterns on her shoes. I frowned but didn't get the chance to dwell on this strange behaviour before Astrid was crushing me in a hug.

"Whoa!" I said stumbling slightly.

"How is he?" She asked and abruptly pulled back from me. Her wide eyed expression was almost comical.

"He's fine- stable. Lily's looking after him. She thinks he'll be awake by tomorrow. But the fumes have caught his lungs pretty bad and his head injury got the better of him this time. I bet you anything he'll severely deny ever passing out when he wakes up." I say with a smile.

"Maybe but who knows, he might surprise you." She grins and I turn to Lucy.

"Hey half pint," I say, "Thanks for coming to me so quickly. I don't know if we'd have got there in time if it weren't for you." I hold out my arms but she shakes her head and hides behind Astrid's legs. I frown again and shoot a quizzical expression at Astrid.

"Lucy tell daddy what you did." She says.

Lucy bites her lip and peeks out from behind Astrid's legs. "I was playing with the fire in Gobby's house daddy. I'm sorry I didn't mean too!" Tears fill her eyes and I sigh, hating myself for having to be stern with her.

"You know not to play with the fire Lucy- we've told you before. You caused a lot of trouble today Lucy. Gobber could have been killed."

"I know daddy."

"No playing outside with Olaf for a week." I say sternly.

"Yes daddy." She mumbles.

"Come here," I say and let her tumble into my arms. "Promise you won't ever play with the fire again okay?"

"Okay."

I glance at Astrid from behind my daughters flaming hair. We share an understanding look. I certainly never thought raising a child would be as hard as this. Well, I and Astrid's genes put together were bound to cause some trouble. I inwardly grin at this thought.

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Astrid's POV:

"Can you read me a story?" Lucy asks as I pick up her toy Night Fury from the floor and play it in her arms.

"Of course I can. Which one do you want to hear?"

"The one about the Berk Dragon!" She exclaims excitedly.

I grasp the book of her little shelf and settle comfortably on the bed as Hiccup slips into the room.

"Hey girly's," He says seating himself on the other side of Lucy, who giggles. "What you reading?"

"The one about Berk the Dragon!"

"I thought you heard that one last night and the night before!" Hiccup exclaims shaking his head.

"I like it!"

"I can tell."

"And you've never heard this one before because you're always too busy flying Toothless!" She half whines.

"I'll have you know that I only get evenings or night times to fly Toothless- who does need flying I might add- and I need sleep too Missy." He retorts.

"Are we going to read this story or not?" I ask.

They both fall silent.

"Once upon a time there was an Island."

"Berk!" Lucy yells.

"Shh!" Hiccup's voice fills the room, "You're ruining the story!"

"No I'm not!"

In response Hiccup tickles her tummy and she giggles and squirms nearly knocking me off the bed.

I huff. "Excuse me! Do you want to hear the story or not?"

They both fall silent again.

"But this wasn't just an ordinary Island. It had a secret. One that lived deep under the ocean. One that connected this Island to all the other Island across the North Sea. But this Island in particular was very close to the eyes. Or should I say this hump is very close to the eyes." I say giving Lucy a little tickle.

She giggles, "Carry on, carry on!"

"For this Island was part of a Giant. But not just any old Giant: This was a Giant Dragon! And every 1000 years this Giant Dragon would awaken and travel around the world. Then another 1000 years later it would fall back to sleep. For 1000 years for the Giant dragon is just a day for us. And 1000 years for the Giant dragon is just a night for us. Perhaps this Giant Dragon has been alive since the beginning of time.

Anyway, many, many years ago a tribe moved to the Island. They lived in the caves deep within the forests of Berk and created a happy and comforting village. They lived for many generations until one day the ground started to shudder. But the people did not know what had caused it. They searched for the answer but it was only met by more shudders- shudders that became more violent every time one struck.

It was only a matter of time before the Island was being tossed around in the ocean. Hurriedly, the people climbed into their boats and started to row away. But they did not get every far before Berk started following after them. The Giant beast tossed itself out of the water- the boat flew into the air and crumbled to splinters on the Beast's back. There was only one survivor that day.

Berk continued its journey around the world; ripping any civilisation that dared to go near it, or get in its way, apart. 1000 years later the beast fell into a deep sleep. And the people forgot about the Beast. Many had never fallen across its path as the Giant Dragon liked to keep himself well hidden beneath the blue so flipping it off as an old myth was easy. But I know the truth. As did the ancestors before me. Berk will return."

I closed the book with a dramatic snap.

"Seriously!" Hiccup starts, "How is that a peaceful bedtime story?! It's going to give me nightmares!"

"But it's about a dragon daddy!"

"And it's about people getting killed by dragons! This is not acceptable for a three year old!"

"Then maybe you should spend more time helping us choose a book at story time instead of flying Toothless O' great chief." I say with a smirk.

He glares at me. Or should I say, tries to glare at me but fails at the threatening look.

"Come on Hiccup. Lucy needs her sleep." I say sweetly turning to place the book on the bedside table; Lucinda's complaining flying through one ear and out the other.

"Aww! Mummy please can I stay up! Just five more minutes!"

"Nope!" Hiccup answers, tucking her in and brushing his lips across her forehead. "Night my little dragon trainer."

"Don't let the bed bugs bite little Viking warrior." I add, kissing her myself. I wrap my hand in Hiccups and we slip quietly out the room- dousing the light as we go.

Few! Long chapter! I hadn't actually meant to almost kill off Gobber. Lucy was going to set fire to the place a little bit and then Gobber was going to tell her off but… yeah Lucy just decided to take matters into her own hands. Anyway there's an introduction to a normal day on Berk and an introduction to a very cheeky three year old;)

Anyways how was this first chapter? Good? Bad? Horrific? Disgusting?

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