I't been six whole years since the war with Drago Bludvist, and Berk has changed alot. All of the destruction the bad Bewilderbeast had made was now fixed. Almost all of the houses were rebuilded. All the gigantics turquoise chunks of ice that the mad guys had left here, had all been melted with the help of the trained dragons from Berk, the peaceful ones from my mother's sanctuary, and the war dragons that once belonged to Drago. Now all dragons live here. Not long after Toothless had challenged the Alpha Bewilderbeast, all of the villagers and dragons helped rebuild the entire village. We made a vote on building a giant statue of my father Stoick the Vast, next to the Great Hall's giant doors, to remember the great man, chief, friend and father he had been. Stoick has been Gobber's best friend. He helped him when he first became chief. He told me that there was nothing easy about chiefing, especially when you first became. Everything was new. Well for me some things weren't because years ago, I was the leader of the Dragon Training Academy. Some problems were easier to take care of, and some others weren't. And that was part of being chief. You had to make hard choices sometimes. Like the time I decided to replace the Regatta with Dragon Racing. I mean Dragon Racing is way more awsome than a boat race, anyway. I've always wanted to be a great viking. I've tried to prove myself to my father all my life, but that all changed when I met Toothless. And together, we've showned people, that instead of fighting dragons, you could actually train them. After the battle against the Red Death, I've finally been accepted by my tribe, and father. My Dad had always been there since. He cared about me more than ever. He loved me. He sacrificed himself to save my life when Toothless was controled, ready to fire a plasma blast at me. But my father pushed me out of the way, him being shooted at. He died a hero. A real one. The Hooligan artists had worked on my Dad's statue for days. But at the end it was beautiful. He was a Viking no one would ever forget - ever.
The village is good looking now. Life is good as new and everything was back to normal.
Since that war, Astrid and I have been living together at my place, which is now our place. Everything was fine, until she came up with news. At first, when she told me, I was speachless. I hadn't believed my hears. I was full of joy, but also fear at the moment. I thought I was going to pass out.
Astrid was pregnant.
Months later she gave birth to our little girl. And we decided to name her Ashley.
Astrid, like my mother made me, made a dragon toy for her. She made a baby Nigh Fury, with a part of the end of the tail red. I smiled when she showed me. It was Ashley's fourth year old birthday present. It made her so happy. She already loved dragons, especially Toothless. And compared to me when I was a little kid, I was afraid of dragons. I was glad she was raised with those amazing creatures around her. When Astrid and I needed some time together, we would ask Valka, my mother, to come watch her while we were out. Sometimes, when my mom would watch her, she would go sleep between Toothless's paws, on his chest, and Toothless would wrap his wings around her, to keep her warm. Problem is, it gives Valka heart attacks when she looks for her in the house. Thinking she might have lost Ashley. Toothless is black, so he easily hides in the shadows in the house. And everytime my mom finds her, she breathes with relief, as she lifts the black dragon's wing and sees her there.
Yep! Life was pretty good. Since we didn't have much problems on our hands, I could often go explore and try to find new dragons.
Ashley was five now and had a dragon of her own. A Deadly Nadder just like her mother. She admire alot Astrid. She wanted to be just like her. Unfortunatly, she was like me. Small, and weak. I wouldn't of used that word 'weak' but... oh well.
Ashley had red hair with a braid at her back, and bangs that covered her forehead like me. She had turquoise eyes, like Valka, and the face of Astrid. For the rest of her body was like mine. Fragile.
Her Nadder had a purple pastel body, with pink pastel wings and feet. Her name was Pretty, and was the same age of Ashley. When the dragon finally reached six years old, she was finally able to fly with her rider, without difficulty. Before, they would just run around like puppies chasing their tales.
As she grew up, we got older. I'm now twenty-six, and so is the rest of the dragon riders. We all have are own stuff going on. But we often do some Dragon Racing for fun. All villagers like it. And so as we. Ashley finds it funny when her mother if from a tiny centimeter of catching the sheep, in Stormfly's claws, when I come from under and catch it right before she those. Then Toothless smiles at her, sticking out his tongue and cooing.
...
I got home that night, and entered the house, seeing Astrid and Ashley already having dinner. I opened the door and walked in with Toothless following behind.
''Hi Dad!'' Ashley said, rising her head, Astrid turned her head, one hand holding the wooden spoon that she suddenly dropped in the bowl, as she saw the dark circles under my eyes.
''Are you okay?'' I asked her. Astrid still looking at me.
''You mean are you okay. Hiccup, you're exhausted!'' she exclaimed, standing up walking toward me.
''You should get some sleep, babe'' she said, placing the back of her hand on my forehead, searching for a fever, but there was none.
''Yeah, I should'' I replied.
''What have you been doing all day?'' she asked me. ''You look like you've been up all night and day working on another project of yours!''
I didn't really had time for projects anymore, unfortunately.
''I..I've done as much as possible, so tomorrow I could go explore with Toothless and-'' I started.
''Can I come!?'' asked a little girl's voice from behind Astrid.
I looked at Ashley and then back to Astrid, asking her her permission for taking her with me tomorrow.
She sigh. ''Okay...'' she simply said ''But, you eat and get some rest'' she ordored me. I smirked. '' And you too. If you want to keep up with your Dad and Toothless''
While Ashley was climbing the stairs up, Astrid told me to sat down and eat something. She offered me the rest of her soup, and I accepted. You can't really refused anything from Astrid Hofferson. Trust me.
I finished my bowl of soup and climbed up the stairs, where I saw Ashley, already sleeping safe and sound in Toothless's paws, like she did very often. Her room was actually downstairs, in my Dad's. But she didn't liked to be alone in a room. And since Toothless's bed was up here, here she would sleep. Toothless didn't looked bothered by it. He knew the little girl was my daughter, and he would protect her as he protects me.
I walked toward the bed that had now two places, and was moved to where my desk used to be, the desk now placed where the bed used to be, and I removed my armor, now with a fur cape that covers the right side of my back, and placed it on the side of the bed. I took off my green shirt and tunic, and placed them at the end of the bed. Finally taking off my prosthetic leg, and placed it next to my upper armor laying on the wooden floor next to me. And with that, I looked at Toothless, hiding Ashley with his wings and I wrapped myself with the covers.
I heard footsteps climb up the wooden stairs that would connect our bed room, and the fireplace. Astrid walked toward me as I left my head to see her sit on the edge of the bed and removing her shoulder pads. She placed her armor on the floor too, and lied down on her side of the bed, before blowing the two candles on the table next to her, leaving the room in the darkness. The only light that was present was the one of the moon entering the room by the open window over my desk.
As she slid down under the covers, I wrapped an arm arround her, her head digging in my chest, and my chin over her head.
''I love you,'' I simply whispered over her head.
''I love you too babe'' she replied, also whispering, trying not to disturb the girl and dragon sleeping peacefully together.
I closed my eyes, and slowly fell into a restful sleep. My miracle in my arms, and the ones I love, sleeping peacefully, like nothing could ever go wrong, no more.