Hiccups eyes widened. What…?

"I… I don't understand." He manages to stutter out, confused. His father steps in, placing one meaty hand on Hiccup's shoulder, outstretching the other to Valka.

"Valka… we thought you were dead?" He says, although it sounds more like a question. The woman, evidently his mother, glances at him briefly, blinking her eyes slowly. "I haven't come here for you, Stoick the Vast." She says with contempt, but Hiccup has spent his whole life observing people, seeing hidden motives and whatnot. Valka doesn't really hate Stoick, that much Hiccup knows. There's more to this. There has to be. He thinks, determined to find out what that more was.

"Wait, what do you mean you've come to take me home?" He asks, finally remembering that. She smiles warmly at him again. "Can we go somewhere more… private?" She asks his father. Nodding numbly, Stoick leads them back to the Chief's hut, the place where Valka, Stoick, and Hiccup where all mean to live together.

"The council decided that I need an heir, so I mentioned you. They argued and bickered," here she rolled her eyes. "but finally decided that you should come home and be evaluated."

Hiccup felt nervous, but he wasn't quite sure why. "No. Definitely not. You're not going to take my son to that place!" Burst out Stoick, glaring furiously under his heavy brows.

"He's my son, too!" Valka bit back, just as furious.

"Oh, yeah? Well who was here when he said his first words? Took his first step? Held a knife for the first time?" raged Stoick. Valka looked taken aback. "Certainly not you..." mumbled Hiccup. "You were too busy running the village."

Stoick and Valka stared at him, dumbstruck. "Well. Well, that decides it. He's coming with me." Valka decided. "Oi! Did I say you could just-" started Stoick, but Valka cut him off. "Good thing I wasn't asking!" And with that, the small woman hauled Hiccup up by the back of his vest, dragged him out the door, and whistled, high and clear. The dragon from before swooped down, and scooped mother and son up, flying swiftly into the horizon, oblivious to the profanity being shouted by one very, very angry chief.


Short, I know, but at least I published, right? I hope you guys aren't put out by the long time in between updates. I'm working on a Gravity Falls story called 'A Case of Coincidence', and that one has updates every Thursday.