A/N: Here it is! The long awaited meeting between Hiccup's mother and dragon! Enjoy! And I really hope I don't fail to meet your expectations. There seem to be High expectations for this story. Very high, considering that I AM 13! Anywho, enjoy!

It is it 3rd person omniscient, because I'm sick of being Limited. LOL, Annabeth made a funny!

Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon.

"No idea?"

"You have no idea."

"As you said." Val was getting a bit creeped. Not scared, Vikings don't get scared, but creeped. Why did Stoick have such a mischievous look on his face?

Stoick laughed. He could not wait to see his wife's reaction when she found out who her son's best friend was. Maybe she'd run. Wouldn't that be a sight?

The door slammed open, and a huge black dragon flew into the room and started doing complicated in-the-air acrobatics that showed hours of practice. Stoick felt a wave of pride sweep over him. Val on the other hand… Well, do you remember when I said Vikings don't get scared? I was exaggerating. She screamed. Wouldn't you?

The dragon landed right in front of her. She wondered why none of the others had drawn weapons. Were they crazy? Well, She thought, Maybe they have a death wish, but I sure don't!

She drew her axe and raised it above her head. Then she noticed something. Sitting atop the dragon's back was none other than Hiccup. She paused mid-swing.

When Stoick saw an axe swinging dangerously close to his only son's head, he freaked. He jumped and talked Val to the floor, leaving the rest of the Meade Hall (with the exception of Hiccup, who had happed off of Toothless and was trying to help) laughing hysterically.

"That's… that's a…. that's a…" Once on her feet, the Viking seemed to be unable to form whole sentences.

Stoick turned to his son. "Didn't you explain the situation to her?" He asked.

"I thought you were going to while I was getting Toothless!" Hiccup was in shock, this was not how he planned it. He thought that Val would understand immediately, and want to train a dragon of her own, not swing an axe at him.

Val composed her thoughts.

"THAT'S A DRAGON!" She turned to Stoick and looked him in the eye. "Why were you… How did he… Huh?" Yes, Valhalarama the well-endowed was a very Viking-y Viking, but she just could not believe her eyes.

"Val-,"

"Gods! You leave for nine years, and no one even bothers to tell you why your son is riding a dragon. I-I think I am going to faint." She put a hand to her forehead.

Stoick sighed, and turned to the audience of Vikings that had been in the hall for the meeting. "Out! Everyone out!"

Mumbling and grumbling, the men and women of the village filed out of the Hall, but unseen, five people remained, hiding under a table. Stoick looked at Hiccup, and then at Val and realized that he was supposed to start talking now.

"I suppose I should start at the beginning, we needed to train new recruits to protect the island while the others where off searching for the nest…" Astrid propped up her head with her hand.

She turned to Snotlout. "Why are we doing this again?" she whispered.

"Because," He replied in a not-so-whispery whisper. "I want to see Hiccups mom's reaction, and you want to make sure I don't do anything stupid!"

"Peer pressure." Fishlegs said.

"Butt-elf here didn't think I was brave enough to stay, so I'm gonna prove him wrong!" Ruffnut said.

"I'm here to make sure she stays." Tuffnut said.

She sighed, and tried to tune out Stoick's voice, she had heard this story enough. Unfortunately she failed.

"…But Toothless managed to get there in time, and he saved him. We attacked the dragon, and then we strapped him to a boat, and it lead us to the nest…"

Snotlout stood up. "You forgot something!"

"Idiot!" Astrid said, trying to pull him down.

"Astrid?" Hiccup looked at her.

"Hiccup!" She said. "I promise I had nothing to do with this!"

"Wow, very discrete, Genius!" Ruffnut said, punching Snotlout on the arm.

"Sit down, Bird-brain!" Tuffnut said.

"We are in so much trouble!" Fishlegs said. "I told you guys we should've just left! Now we…"

Snotlout pointed at Stoick. "He forgot something!"

"If I had both feet, I would kick you so hard." Hiccup said.

"Keep talking like that and you'll end up with no feet." Snotlout retorted.

Toothless did not like that. He only had minimal understanding of Norse, Hiccup usually talked to him in Dragonese; he definitely understood what the Dark-haired boy had said. He approached his hatchling and sat on his haunches, wrapping his front legs around the boy's neck in what was, Val guessed, probably the dragon equivalent of a hug. Then he glared at Snotlout, and growled.

"Oh, threaten poor old gimpy, why don't you?" Hiccup said. "And see what happens."

"What's this about leaving something out of the story?" Val asked.

"Very well." Stoick said, "I guess I have no choice now."

"See that? Hiccup asked Snotlout, gesturing to his father getting pummeled by Val.

"Yes." He said.

"THAT'S WHY WE LEFT IT OUT!" He said.

"How could you just disown our son? You heartless, Mean…"

"Whoa!" Ruffnut said.

"No one heard that!" hiccup said, holding his hands out towards the watching teens. "Nobody better repeat that word! Mom? Mom! Come on!" He desperately tried to pull his parents apart. "Oi, Vikings, do they ever give up?"

"We are a very stubborn people." Fishlegs said.

"At least let him finish the story!" Astrid said, begging.

"Argh! Fine!" Val said, pulling away, and sitting down, but glaring at her spouse.

"Where was I?" Stoick asked groggily through a swelling lip and black eye.

A/N: OK, ending it there for now, sorry, but this was a long chapter, and I couldn't find a way to end it. Review!