Chapter 8: The Parent(s) Pt. 2

Yes, I'm alive. Sleep deprived and enough stress to make me want to punch a hole in a wall because of school, but alive none the less.

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)

"Is someone there Stoick?" Gobber turned the corner and froze too. "Boys?" He then rushed to us and scooped us up in a hug.

"What happened to you two? Where have you been?" He stumbled as he tried to approach us and fell flat on his face.

"Dad!"

"Stoick!"

Toothless and I pulled ourselves out of Gobber's bear hug and rush to Dad's side. For a second there was no sound or sign of movement that is until we heard a deep snore coming from his limp form. This made Gobber laugh and left Toothless and I confused as we glanced between all of us.

"Stoick, you damn goof, I told you that you needed to rest." Gobber calmed to a chuckle before turning back to us. "Don't worry lads. Stoick had been up 3 days straight and see the two of you must have gave him enough relief for his body to give in." He moved to lift him, but Toothless stopped him.

"No, let us." He grabbed one of my Dad's arms while I grabbed the other and we hoisted him up onto the arm chair. When I turned back to Gobber he looked at me a little shocked.

"Okay. I'm not too surprised that Toothless can lift Stoick, but I am a little shock that you can lift him Hiccup. What happened to all of this?" He waved his hands in our direction.

"You just gestured to all of us." I deadpanned.

"He's not wrong though." Toothless pointed out.

"Well, you might want to sit down because this might take a while."

We moved to the kitchen and Toothless and I recounted on how we became Dracomen. I changed a few things of course; like: we chased the dracomen because they had something of mine, cut out the dracomen history part, and just mentioned the sanctuary as shortly as possible. This meant: no hint of the location, no magic, not too much about the caverns / inter-workings. Toothless still didn't like me shortening the truth like I did. But I just wanted them to know that we were okay, not completely reveal expose the community that wanted to keep a low profile.

"That's... That's a lot in one week. The whole thing might have to be broken up when it's explained to Stoick"

"Do you know when he'll be up again?" I glanced back to his still snoring form.

"I'm not sure, but he'll be fine... For the most part. But more importantly, you both are okay and safe right?"

"It's an adjustment but we're fine." Toothless assured.

"Then that's good enough for now. We can sort more of this out when Stoick is conscious and know what's going on."

"You're taking this surprisingly well." I said with a raised brow.

"Well I was shocked for the first 2 seconds, but not much surprises you when half of you clients are dragons. Plus, you talked about dragon inventors at my shop since forever, so I know that you're feeling like you on cloud nine." Gobber said with a chuckle.

"It's getting late and we better be off." I glanced at the kitchen clock to see that it was almost midnight.

"I'll walk you out."

"We'll going out the same way we came in." We walked down the hall with Gobber following us anyway.

When we walked in Astrid was perched on the windowsill petting a stray cat that probably wandered to my room again. As soon as we crossed the threshold, she twisted back into the room with a dagger ready.

"Quicker than I thought."

"Now I see what you boys meant", Gobber muttered but not quite enough for Astrid not to hear.

"What was that?" She pointed her dagger dangerously low.

"Pardon me Ms. Astrid, I meant that they said that you are beautiful as you are deadly. Mostly Hiccup." He added when he noticed my blush that only gotten worse.

"Yeah, whatever." She turned to Toothless and I. "You didn't tell him too, did you?"

"Nope." We said simultaneously while shaking our heads. "Just the bare minimum about Bear Mountain." I added.

"Good. Otherwise I'd have to cut all of you." She put away her dagger. "If you done, then I'd like to go while the coast is still clear." She glanced that sky to see the sky traffic was dense enough to cover us.

"I guess, this is goodbye for now" Gobber said before scooping us up in a hug. "You boys take care of each other." He then turned to Astrid. "Permission to hug?"

"I think a handshake is fine." They shook but with Astrid surprising poor Gobber with her Dracomen strength.

He then left us with a mock salute and shoulders less tense than before we came. I grabbed a backpack and stuffed it with some of my clothes and sketchbooks before we put our cloaks back on and left to go to Toothless' place. Toothless led us until he got to his building in Brooklyn. As we went in, I could see that hint of surprised to see that we were in a shared room of an orphanage. While Toothless made quick work of stuff clothes and things from the trunk at his bunk, Astrid turned to me.

"I thought you guys were bothers or something." She whispered as to not wake anyone up.

"We are in spirit but beyond that and my dad helping Toothless education & health -wise, he belongs to the state. If you want to know anymore, you'll need to ask him."

"No thanks, we all have our own baggage that we'll unpack when we're ready."

Once Toothless was ready, we put our hoods up and started to head back to that Sanctuary. We were flying almost outside the city limits when he Astrid shoved us into another lane. It wasn't until after that fact that I realized bullets whizzed pass us. When we looked Astrid, she mouthed you the "silencers". She subtly as possible flicked her tail to let spikes from them fly in the direction that the shots came from. He heard grunts and saw a couple of hoodie wearing figures lower their flight as they held their arms. When they looked up at us, I saw that they were dragon wearing red masks with some black markings on that right side. Once we were in the clear and closer to Bear Mountain,

"What the hell was that back there?" Toothless broke the silence.

"That was nothing you need to worry about."

"That were shooting at us. I think that you should at least tell us something."

"Alright. Those guys are from a group known as the Red Death. We've had a few missions that may or may not have compromised their businesses. We were lucky that our cover and cloaks only attracted a couple of them.

I started to suggest, "maybe we could have-"

"Under no circumstances are you to engage with them" she cut me off. "Only the DPG are authorized to do that and disobeying that rule can be as punishable as being banned from the Sanctuary."

We didn't talk about it anymore after that.

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