Chapter 7: The Parent(s) Pt. 1

I originally meant for this to be one chapter, but it was getting a bit too long. So, I've split them up into parts. I'm hoping that it's only going to me 2, but we'll see.

Also, I've been writing since midnight because that when inspiration struck and gave me the energy to progress this story. I'm probably still reading as my your reading this. Either that or I'm knock out after writing straight for hours. I've put this through spell check, but there still might be some errors. So let me just apologize in advance.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own How to Train your Dragon. It belongs to DreamWorks and this is just for fun, NOT for profit.

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(Hiccup POV - almost a week later)

It took a couple of more days a training before both of us could fly properly. Most of that was due to me not ever flying before and Toothless not willing to go back to the city without me. I had to do more to do more reps and studying a little flight mechanics, but I was able to hover and glide enough for me to travel short distances. During that time, our "trainers" was reduced to just Astrid since both of them couldn't be off DPG duty for too long. But after talking with Svidur, Toothless found that it was part of her "punishment" to look after us until we were fully settled into our lives as dracomen, no matter how long it took.

One of the first things that we have to do was to let my dad know what happened to us. With us not being able to fly, we had no other excuse to faced and explain ourselves to him. And now that it's been a week since we disappeared, he had the time to let his unease to stew-over, just waiting for with a violent release that I don't want either of us to be the cause of. It's not that I don't want to see him, it's just that I don't really want to know what he'll think of us now. Not to mention the... unique relationship between Toothless' family and mine.

We waited until dust to meet with Astrid outside the Dining Hall with a dark cloak for each of us. We flew up to one of the same cavern entrances that we first fell from and true Astrid's word, we were stuck up the shoot like a vacuum. I tumbled a little, as it felt like I was flipped into the air like a coin. I steadied myself to see that Toothless was doing the same and we were atop one of the beams of Bear Mountains Bridge, but Astrid was sitting on the beam with an amused look of our struggle.

Glided through the sky, with Astrid correcting of forms from time to time. It wasn't long before we got back to the city as it's street lights started to flicker on. Astrid casted a quick camo spell before we entered air-traffic and guide Astrid the to my Dad & I apartment. We snuck to my window where I could diffuse the alarm before entering. Most of my room looked untouched since the day that's I left it. The only thing different was that was that few papers that used to be on my desk, that my Dad probably pulled out in hopes of finding a note. I went to check the door and saw no one in the hall when a cracked it open. When's I moved to ch3ck the living room, I saw that Astrid didn't budge for where she stood.

"Aren't you coming?", I asked.

"No, this feels like a family thing and I don't want to intrude." She whispered back.

"I'm not related and I'm going" Toothless pointed out.

"Still I don't want to get involved. I'll just stay here and keep watch over the window." She grabs the swivel chair from my desk and angles herself to have a view of the door and window in plain view.

"Whatever."

With that we creep through the still empty hallway until he got close to the living room and kitchen. Now that I had dragon-level hear my dad by the time that we got close to the doorway.

"Stoick, I'm think you should rest a little" I could hear Gobber speak.

"I can't!" Dad practically shouted before talking with a tired tone. "Not until I find my boys."

"You've already had the all your units looking keeping an eye out for them. They'll turn up, but you need to REST!" he emphasized the last word.

"I will when I know that they are safe and sound. I made a promise to both Wilton (*1) and Val. I will never forgive myself if I ignore a promise from my wife or my comrade."

I glanced at Toothless and even though he didn't show it in his face, I could see the tension in his neck.

"Last time that I checked, I made similar promises and one of them also involved making sure you're alright too."

I heard my Dad sigh before speaking tiredly again. "It's been a week, Gobber. We should have found something by now, but all we got is subway footage speed snapshots near the station. What should I do?"

I was so gripped that I forgot why we were there in the first place until Toothless tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned to him, he pointed at his ears and mouthed out the words kitchen. Since he always had great hearing, I gathered that he could hear Gobber and Dad in the kitchen. I edged through the doorway enough to see the living room, empty. We kept going until we were right outside the kitchen.

I peeked in to see their backs as they sat at the kitchen table. My dad was still in his police uniform as he hunched over with his face in his hands. Gobber had was also in his mechanic uniform and was patting him on the back.

They were right there and at an impasse. I tried to take a step, but hesitated. What if he doesn't listen us? What is he takes one look at me and go berserk? Why did I have to be such a handful? Why uh-

I stumbled and shifting a side table before ducking to avoid Gobber and Dad from seeking me. I glanced back and saw that Toothless seemed to push me. When I looked at him pointedly, she shrugged his shoulders and darted his eye in Gobber and Dad's direction.

"Did you here that Gobber?"

"Aye, but it could have been another alley cat near Hiccup's room."

"No, something's not right." I heard the chairs move and footsteps closer to me. "Whoever's there better come out or I'll tase the hell out of y-." He turned the corner and froze.

I sat up so that I was no longer crouching and gave him a wave. "H- Heeeyyy Dad. How's it been?"

"Henry?" He looked behind me. "Thomas? Where the HELL you boys been?" He glanced at us but not approaching.

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(*1) Wilton = a modern interpretation of Wylye which is Old English for "tricky"

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