Hiccup's POV

I laid in bed, Astrid by my side snoring lightly as she slept.

A princess... I still couldn't wrap my head around it. And all she told me about Vallancia, a place I've never heard of before, now was becoming more and more dynamic.

The king has to have three kids to carry on traditions, but why? Why those jobs? And Toothless, he must have demanded Xiir leave me alone. She obeyed, so nightfuries will follow an alpha... but they don't have one? What would happen in Toothless went to Vallancia, would they accept him as one of their own or disregard him. He is a nightfury but he doesn't know them or their ways of living.

"Hiccup..." Astrid groaned.

"What?! What is it? The baby!," I leaned over her, my hand now on her stomach.

"No... you keep moving."

"Oh...," I relaxed. "Sorry."

Astrid turned to face me, her belly sticking out, she always said the baby made it hard for her to sleep.

"I didn't mean to wake you."

She groaned," It's okay, I can't sleep anyway. Why are you still up?"

I lay my head back.

"I can't stop thinking..."

"About Nrest?"

"Yeah..." I admitted.

"I mean, shes a princess now? Can this girl get anymore mysterious!"

Astrid chuckled," It's something we're good at."

"I can tell," I grinned.

"But what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about when he father comes, what will happen. She says he will be kind..."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I just have a bad feeling. I don't know, I'm worried."

She pulled me closer, kissing me lightly on the lips

"You're always worried."

"I know... I know. But now I have other things to worry about," I placed my hand on her stomach.

She smiled and put a hand on top of mine," You're going to be a great father, Hiccup."

"Only time will tell."

"No, I'll tell. I know you're going to be an amazing father," she cupped my face. "Believe me."

"I do," I smiled.

"That is, if he ever comes out," she groaned and gripped her stomach.

"He?," I cocked my eyebrow.

"I mean, it's a fifty percent chance," she shrugged.

"Do you want it to be a boy?"

"I just want our baby. I want it in my arms... not in my stomach."

"What has the doctor said?"

"Nothing that helps," she muttered.

I smirked," When he's ready, he'll come."

"He?," she taunted.

"Fifty- fifty right?,"

Nrest POV

Now that Hiccup saw me as a friend and not a threat to his people, the guard was gone. Xiir and I had roam of the isle which we chose to talk strolls, but only at night. It also helped Xiir with her strength. She was almost completely healed and we needed to start strengthening her wings. This I knew would be much harder, being strapped down, I knew she did not use them, and they must be absolute if they were to carry her in the air, especially with me on her back.

"Ecpa diicktra iko ric lonce," I said to Xiir as we strolled in the chilly moonlight. [Translation: Perhaps tonight you will fly."]

I turned to her, I knew she was beside me but when she entered the shadows of the trees, it was near impossible to see her.

I did want Xiir to fly again, but I also had another mission. Xiir was stronger now, we could message the rest of my family. It had been about two weeks since my last message and there was no reply, no sign of my father on the horizon.

As we walked a memory replayed in my mind, one from being prisoner. I was chained in the room, seeing nothing but those dingy four walls day and night. I assumed they were going to kill me, I waited, but they never did. They brought old food and stale water, but I ate it as if it was a royalty prepared meal. They laughed at me and sometimes would beat me, but I never spoke a word to them.

One day, as I sat in the cold, the room lit up and I cringed, thinking they were back. When I looked up, my mind could barely comprehend, it was a message. There floating in the room was a ball of hope, glistening with words meant for me to hear. I leapt up, my chains pulling me back down, causing a pain in my wrists. It was there, I reached for it and held the light in my hands. It was from Taroc, I knew he would be the first to notice me missing. I felt around for any magic nearby by there was none, it was like Xiir had vanished and the thought troubled me deeply.

The sphere shimmered in my hands and I desperately wanted to open it, hear his voice, tell me it was alright. But I couldn't, I had no power. I gently placed my hand on his face, his smile was so pure and happy. I held the ball and wept until it faded away.

He probably did not think I was where I was. I imagined the message was him asking where I was, he was probably worried, but not scared. He knew it was unlike me to be gone for too long, I was very punctual. He didn't know the real danger I was facing. I cried so loudly that the barbarians came back and beat me again, but I could barely feel it. I had hoped in that in that moment, he would swoop in and rain hell on the men, but he never came.

I never believed he would give up, I knew Taroc and he was fierce fighter, no in battle but with his intentions. He never gave up on something until it was done, and I believed in him. I got many messaged from him, each time I saw one my heart felt better, but it also tore, knowing that he worried and I could not respond. But months dragged on and messaged stopped, from my sisters, father, friends and from Taroc. My hopes started to fade, I knew the longer it took the less likely I was to be found.

I had tried countless times conjure magic, but there was nothing. The air was empty and my room felt hollow. There was a brief moment, as I ate bread that felt like a rock, that I doubted. I was sitting, the ocean was leaking in slightly from a hole, it was cold and felt so harsh. I thought of my family and Vallancia, then of Taroc. I didn't know how long it had been since I had been here, it very well felt like a year.

It was custom to wait and grieve a loved one for a year and then they were to be only remembered, not to be dwelled on. I thought of Taroc and if he still grieved, for now they had to think me to be dead. I had not answered any of there messages, even though I tired every way possible and they never found me. I had thought of him with a new love and it hurt more then any punch to the face or kick to the stomach ever could.

Xiir jumped up randomly, bringing me back to the the rocky shore at Berk. I felt her energy flow through me, Xiir was stronger now so I didn't worry about draining her. I conjured it into a ball of golden light that illuminated the space around us. I wanted to send my message to Taroc, tell him know I loved him and craved to be in his embrace, but I hesitated.

What if he does have a new love now? Does he take her to valley of cosmos and tell her he loves her, as he did with me? Did he craft her a bracelet by hand and give it to her, showing his eternal love as he had done for me? Perhaps they were married now? He could have a wife... and with that... maybe a child.

A tear rolled down my cheek, but I wiped it away before Xiir could see. I know she sensed something wrong, but could not pinpoint the exact reason.

Instead, I imaged the face of my sister, Lrett, her strong muscular cheeks and scare along her left eye, with her dazzling smile, when she showed it.

"Ike wert, ik wilp. Ik qa addli iko. Ik cuvt obvp, dewer Xiir ump lonce. Ikis tur dayiop ik.[Translation: My sister, I live. I have missed you. I want home, but Xiir can't fly. We are safe. Please call me."]

My message filled the orb, which shimmered and then grew bigger, ready to be sent. I stood up, the ball floating in my palm. Please be fast... I thought as I released it into the night sky. IT shooting up quickly then bursting in all direction, as if I had shot off a blast of power from my hand.

I wrapped myarms around myself, the cold here never seemed to subside. Xiir gurgled, she wanted to know what was wrong. I turned to her and smiled, she was such a friend to me, then scratched her head. I watched the cold ocean waves rippled to the rocks for a while, both of us just standing there, waiting for a glimpse of hope. Waiting to see if anyone still remembered the lost princess... waiting to see if they still cared.