DISCLAIMER: Sadly I don't own Httyd. Just my concept I placed their altered versions.

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"EW, just ew. What do you want me to do with this?" I question the dragon that's sitting all puppy like in front of me.

It starts to make motions of eating. Oh gods no. I glance towards the fish in my lap, the fish is completely covered in its saliva. Raw fish yes I can eat it with no problem, any kind, and how it is prepared or if it's cooked. But raw fish covered in sticky and smelling like decomposing fish NO WAY. I look back up at the dragon and it continues to stare and making the eating motions.

"You want me to eat this?" It nods its head, I think.

I pick the disgusting half fish up and hold it in my claws. "You're not letting me leave without eating this aren't you?" Another nod confirming my fears.

I hold the fish and hoist it into my maw. The taste of a normal raw fish is completely overlooked by the dragon's saliva. I take a large bite of the fish in hopes of pleasing the stubborn dragon. I set the rest of the fish on the ground and give the dragon a nervous smile, trying to hide the bite of fish in my mouth. The dragon is unconvinced and makes more swallowing motions. I swallow the disgusting fish, the dragon's eyes widen and it calms. I open my mouth and release breath that I didn't know I was holding. I reach a clawed hand and tried to touch the dragon. It hisses at me and 'flies' away to the other side of the pond. I sigh. "Oh, well."

I start to gather up my things that spilled out of my bag, adjust my cloak, and head out of the cove. But before I leave the exit I look back to the curled up dragon. "How about Toothless?" I whisper, I turn and leave. But not before hearing a grumble coming from the area. "Not toothless…."

-Location: Training/Kill Arena; Mech Side-

-Time: 1358 ( 1:58 PM )-

-Alert Status: Terror Green-

"Ah, look who decided to show up for work." Gobber said while giving me his signature mustache pulling thinking face.

I finish my fun and stand in front of him slowly panting. "Sorry, huh, cutting took longer than, huff, it should."

"Fabric again?"

"Yeah."

He shakes his head and pushes me towards the titanwing sized mech entry door. The others are already standing in front was well. Ashton giving his signature glare, Fishlegs giving a nervous smile, Snotlout eying me, and the twins fighting each other again. "Lookie here mechless is late again." Snotlout sneered when I got in line.

"Late is better than being a egocentric ass who got beaten by said mechless the other day."

His expression falls and his face reddens with anger. "Wha- Why you-" Gobber throws a rock at him, causing his helmet to fall off.

"ALRIGHT, You, that's enough." He announces getting all of our attention. "Now, I guessing that some of you are hoping to do something more with your mechs." He pulls out the door remote. "That would be correct," The twins and Snotlout's eyes widen in joy. "But, seeing as how half of you didn't understand your mechs," He eyes the twins and Snotlout lose their joy.

Fishlegs decides to speak up. "Uh, then what will we be doing then sir?"

"Glad ya asked!" He presses the button on the remote and the alarms start to go off as the door open. Once the door opens it reveals basic maintenance tools and equipment and a giant tarped object.

"What! This isn't what I signed up for!" Shouts Snotlout.

"Yes it is yak brains." I mumble.

Gobber hobbles over and grabs a wrench and points it at him. "Basic maintenance. You need to understand how to maintain your mechs in order to properly operate it." He tosses the wrench at Snotlout who barely catches it. "Now hop to it, go get your mechs 'n we'll get started." No one budges.

"Am I gona have ta give ye cage cleaning duty?" The others disperse to their mechs. I roll my eyes as Gobber pushes the equipment outside and closes the door, pulling me in with him.

"What?" He flips the lights illuminating the bay, while the lights flicker on he pulls a paper out of his pocket.

"What's going on Gobber?" I ask the two limbed figure standing next to the tarped object, while he was opening the paper.

He looks up at me. "Do you remember this Helena?" He hands me the aged parchment.

I carefully flip the parchment over revealing a faded drawing of a Stormcutter dragon. "Gobber, where, how, how did you get this?"

"I got it from yer mother."

"How, I mean I'm grateful this is still in one piece but. Mom never took it off her person after I gave it to her."

"I wasn't joking when I said I got it from yer mother Helena. Because she sent it to me."

My voice starts to waver, tears threatening to break. "Wha- what?"

"Two years to this day lass, I was working in the shop when a terror latched onto my head. After a bit of a struggle to get the dar' creature off, I held it up and on its leg was a parchment roll. I slid the parchments off and the terror flew away. I opened up the first roll and yer drawing was on top, near mint condition to when ye gave it." He hobles over and uses his good hand to stroke my loose strands of hair out of my face. He looks right into my eyes and pulls my hood down, tears forming on my eyes.

"The second parchment was a letter," He pulls it out and hands it to me. "It was no doubt yer mother's handwritin." I stare at the parchment, Gobber sighs and gently takes it from me, I whine.

"Dearest friend,

I know this is all so sudden. But I am doing okay. I know I left you and Stoick to take care of her. But, I have heard wind that I have been pronounced dead and I do not know if it would be wise for me to return. Enclosed with this letter is Helena's drawing of a Stormcutter, my other half as you know, but my other form as well. I know I told you that my kind has only two forms, I did not wish to hold back information for you. But that's another story for another time.

Enclosed behind Helena's bookshelf are the books she will need as she learns more about herself. I wish my departure was at a better time during her life. But Cloudjumper had enough of my presence being here. I can not disclose my location as I do not wish Helena to fly here to be with me. For as it is far to dangerous for her, I wish her to stay in Berk so that she will be safer. I hope that I am making the right decision. If Helena ever complains about a voice talking to her that is feminine, aggressive, and dark. Please keep an eye on her, I know she doesn't like the pampering but I do not want her influenced by it. Please tell her that I miss her, I still love her, and that I wish I could be there with her." I sit on the floor and break.

"But Gobber, I have enclosed the drawing not only because I want her to have something other than her dragon toy to remember me by. I heard about the dragon mech units that we now have. I would like for you to build this for her, think of it as a remembrance gift for her. Like what we did with Snoopy and Woodstock for Charl.

During the upcoming months I will be sending Latch ( the terror) to bring you sketches of the workings of a Stormcutter.

Stoick must never know I'm contacting you. I still love him, I do; but I do not wish to endanger the life of my child because of his foolishness and his now larger hatred for dragons has gotten. Knowing him he may push her away, because of how she almost looks identical to me, if he does, please Gobber, please be the father figure she needs.

With love, Valka."

Gobber finishes the letter and pulls me up into a hug. "I know, I know, I kept secrets from you."

My crying could probably be heard from outside the garage, I don't care. "Why? Why? Why did you keep this from me?"

"Yer mother wanted this to be secret, I received another one a few months ago saying she'll return when she feels like it's right." I look up at him.

"She, she said that?"

"Yes. Now," He pulls away leaving me to fix myself up. "Here ya go, yer mother and my gift to you." He pulls down the tarp unveiling the mech. "There is only one catch with this big guy."

"Huh?"

"You can only use 'im during the time frame of training, I don't want ya relying on this guy over the one yer supposed to build yerself."

I grab onto him in a wordless thankless hug. "Yer welcome lass." He returns it.

"GOBBER! WE NEED SOME HELP HERE!" Came Ashton's voice, ruining the mood.

"What's happenin' now?"

"SNOTLOUT IS WHAT HAPPENED!"

Gobber sighs. " Alright hold on, yer peers are so idiotic. I'll let ye introduce yerself, but I expect ye on the floor soon." He opens the garage door so he could exit and leaves yelling at Snotlout. "SNOTLOUT! YER SUPPOSED TO SHUT DOWN THE POWER CORE FIRST! NOT THE THORSAKEN FIRE CORE!"

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A/N as follows:

DISCLAIMER: Sadly I don't own Httyd. Just my concept I placed their altered versions.

IT SEEMS THAT I DO LIVE.

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Edited November 14, 2018 9:23 Am

Thank you those who reviewed chapter 8 if I got any. Its been a while so I don't remember off the top of my head.

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