Mishap by Mug Chapter 11: Mishap by Isolation, a how to train your dragon fanfic

Author's Note: WHOOH! After many months of thumb-breaking labor, I am finally nearing the end of this heinous story. Finals are coming up pretty soon for me and I might not be able to have enough time to work on it every second of the day, but I should get a decent amount of writing done during lunch and such. I'm so happy that you guys have stayed with me this long, and I appreciate all the reviews, favorites, and followers. So I would like to present all their names at the end of the chapter. So without further do:

Commence the Responses:

DisneyandDreamworksfangirl: Your vote has officially been counted! Check out the poll!

hopelessromantic4life: Who knows? He might just make it!

AnotherGuest: If Hiccup could be the one to invent the kayak, he'd be perfect...

Princess Sakura Luna: Nah, not a demented 5-year-old. More like a demented 13-year-old. ...Hehe, JUST KIDDING! I totally did not mean that. You are a fabulous writer, and I love how you observed Hiccup's reaction to finally hearing what has been a privy for so long. It makes me proud to know that my faithful Fanrats are taking the time to calculate! Thank you so much for your review and I do want to hear more from you in the future! :D

Guardian of Azarath: Diaper duty for Snotlout? Heh! They should sign him up for babysitting. And as for Stoick:

STOICK: Guardian of Azarath, when will you learn that it's a father's job to do what's best for his child no matter what the circumstances? I do not suppose that you are a father; therefore you have no experience and do not know what's best for my son. *tips helmet*

PuppeteerOllie: Yep! Snotlout has officially come out! Bwahahaha!

HugsandBugsSmileyFace: You sure we don't have any more options than a boy, a girl, or twins? ;) Let us just hope quadruplets aren't on the menu.

Lei' Raeyna: Huh, I feel so empowered right now. Because I get to choose what happens next... MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

NoraTheeNinth: Man, it feels so good know that people actually read and enjoy my stories... What more can I possibly say "thank you", because it inspires me so much when people leave reviews like this. Thanks so much and I hope to see you in the future!

FluentFletcher2: Happy writing to you too, Fletcher! Man we really do go back a ways, don't we? :)

PrincessOfAtlantis101: Oh. No! Not Outcasts! Don't worry we are not running into Alvin the Treacherous anytime soon.

CassandraDayTree: Snotlout's butt shall remain unscathed... For now. :)

A Person Who Likes Comedy: STOICK: Sir Comedy, you are sorely mistaken.

Noname: Yeah, thank the Lord for that, right?

TheForsakenTwist: *pats back* We all want Astrid back. Too bad I'm already writing her an epitaph. ;)

BeagleCake: WHA DANK YA, NOEL!

SharKohen: I had a super fun time writing the characteristics for Conscience, or, The Voice. He's so snarky that you'll...I don't know, be barfing rainbows for a week! I'm not sure that's how it works, but still!

Hyper ova: Well then. OOOOKAY! :D

Monrou Beta: you may or may not get your wish. Believe me, I do writing torture stories, but I just don't feel right punishing a guy-teenage guy no less- for doing something incredibly stupid and then beating himself up over it for nine months straight. It may happen but there's always that chance that Astrid may not find out. *wicked grin*

AfricaWebbert13: Trust me, if Toothless ever DID kill Astrid, there'd be a riot on fanfiction and all of the fan girls would be targeting me... Commence the brick throwing.

TigerLily the Wild: None of us can truly hate Snotlout. I don't even believe it's even physically or emotionally possible. He's always going to be that lovable rival we all adore.

Guest: Don't worry. *pulls into hug* it's all part of my master plan-COUGH! I-I mean: the grieving process, of course!

The Burning Pillar: Dude, I totally understand. I have made the same mistake many times before in the past and going back I feel like a total idiot. T.T But, hey! At least we're in the same boat, right? Anyway, it's kind of funny to hear that your school is beginning soon, because I literally have only two days of school left starting tomorrow. And then it's nothing but summer vacation! Stories! Art! ...Jobs... Babysitting...Oh no. Anyway, thank you so much for your review! I love hearing your feedback because it puts this warm little fuzzy feeling in my...stomach, and you always managed to crack me up no matter how much "June Gloom" we have here in California. And I could just tell you were a guy because...well...I don't know. I just could. At least I didn't think you were a girl, right? Like how you thought I was a boy at the very beginning? XD

MHJohn64th: Dude, I totally understand. I have made the same mistake many times before in the past and going back I feel like a total idiot. T.T But, hey! At least we're in the same boat, right? Anyway, it's kind of funny to hear that your school is beginning soon, because I literally have only two days of school left starting tomorrow. And then it's nothing but summer vacation! Stories! Art! ...Jobs... Babysitting...Oh no. Anyway, thank you so much for your review! I love hearing your feedback because it puts this warm little fuzzy feeling in my...stomach, and you always managed to crack me up no matter how much "June Gloom" we have here in California. And I could just tell you were a guy because...well...I don't know. I just could. At least I didn't think you were a girl, right? Like how you thought I was a boy at the very beginning? XD

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Chapter Eleven: Mishap by Isolation

It had taken quite a significant amount of time for Astrid to finally fall silent, helplessly trapped within the claws of the Nightfury. Said midnight claws hooked fixedly beneath the girl's armpits, hauling her like a fresh kill to deliver back to the nest. It had begun to hurt minuets after her abduction, and she wanted to get down. Now. But after hours of screaming, angry pleading, and yes, desperate crying, Astrid defeatedly lowered her head with a growl, realizing that there was not much she could do other than wait in stony anger for him to land.

Speaking of which, the sheer amount of anger she felt towards her kidnapper itself could've melted solid rock. Never having felt much resentment towards the dragon in the first place, she was now doubly confused. What on Berk had she ever done to invoke him to do such a thing?

Nothing! Absolutely nothing, and now she was being carted further and further away from home and out into the cruel, unforgiving world of winter.

It was hours later and Toothless had yet to show any indication of turning back. Micro clouds of despair began to overshadow the notes of fury, and Astrid started to worry. They'd been traveling a great distance with no signs of stopping, and the further they journeyed from Berk, the more nervous she became.

Cold wind ceaselessly whipped her listless body, causing her to squirm and shiver in discomfort. That day, she hadn't been wearing furs. Instead she was decked out in her normal attire with no protection from the freezing air. "Toothless," she croaked, her throat much like sandpaper as a result of her previous shouts. "Where...Where're you taking me?"

The dragon was silent, and Astrid had given a feeble kick of defiance, even when she knew it would do nothing.

Toothless soared endlessly in the never-ending fog. Astrid was aware of their proximity in relation to the ocean. The Nightfury even had to veer up to avoid a stranded, half-sunken ship.

Her thoughts began to whirl as the seconds ticked away, and Astrid wondered what Hiccup had done after her kidnapping. After being torn from the ground, she'd caught a glimpse of him slipping and falling quite heavily onto the ice... And then the clouds had blocked her lie of sight. She grimaced, her own weight stretching out her aching appendages. She hoped he wasn't hurt.

"Ugh... Toothless, please!" Astrid muttered, resting the side of her heavy head against her outstretched arm. The long haul was starting to take a toll on her neck, having been jerked and lolled to the side whenever Toothless decided to take a sharp turn. With a moan of discomfiture, she squeezed her eyes shut. "We have to...to go back." Oh, perfect. Not only were limbs being stretched far beyond the range of comfort, but now she felt queasy.

"Or at least land soon, 'cause I'm gonna throw up if you don't!" She growled, swinging her body to indicate her needs.

A harsh warble was her only response and she groaned, going limp. "Just *ulp*" The girl swallowed. "-Oh, there it goes!" She squeezed her eyes shut once more, trying her best to focus through a dazed, cloudy mind.

For the sake of her, and her child's life, she had to figure out where the dragon was taking her, and even more important, if he would bring her back home. Because if her body unanticipatedly predetermined to go into labor, she was powerless to stop it. The baby would die due to the environment, and she would most likely perish soon after as a result of bodily pain. These thoughts and predictions caused anxiety to shoot up her aching spine, her nerves going erratic with her breathing.

"Come ON!" She yelled furiously, giving a ferocious kick. "Get me DOWN from here!" In response, Toothless made a sharp turn, causing her to narrowly miss a passing sea stack. Astrid blanched, the gravity of danger weighing her down. "Toothless! Watch it!" She scolded.

The dragon ignored her shouts and made a few more sharp turns before dipping down towards the ocean, only to shoot back up and make his way out of the fog and into the bright blue sky. Oddly enough, it was sunny, and Astrid sighed, letting the rare bit of warmth wash over her like a wave. If only the ache in her arms would go away.

Toothless let out a bark, gaining her attention. She opened her tired, blue eyes, and gasped. Shaking her head to make sure she wasn't going nuts, she stared. Below them and approaching fast, was a small, crescent-shaped island with little water pools and entirely made of rock, no plant life to be found. But that's not what so precariously grasped her attention.

The creatures inhabiting the tiny island were abundant in numbers, and naturally, it was very crowded. But what were these creatures? To her utter joy, she recognized the tiny dots that were the long-lost reptilian animals.

The dragons!

Without meaning to, Astrid grinned and let out a whoop as they began to descend. "Stormfly!" She gasped, almost teary-eyed from her joy. But that would've been sappy.

"She's down there, I know it!" Astrid laughed. "Oh, thank you Gods! Thank Odin! Thank Freyja!" The Gods had been watching over her all this time. Her body sagged with relief, a ride home just an island hop away. She didn't have to worry about anything crazy happening.

Toothless grunted happily and began a sharp nose dive, curling his midnight wings close to his body to pick up speed. The wind rushed at them for a final time before the dragon finally landed on the rocky island. He gently set Astrid on her wobbly feet and she stumbled forward a bit, her body still shaken up by the rough trip.

Toothless cautiously neared the blonde human and nudged her side with a soft croon that completely foiled his earlier growls and grunts. Astrid's lip curled and she gave a not-so-gentle sock to the dragon's snout, causing him to read back in surprise.

"That's for kidnapping me," she snarled, anger returning. Toothless blinked innocently with his brilliant jade eyes. "Don't look so surprised," she huffed irritably, walking toward the edge of a short drop off. Turning her gaze to the mass of reptiles that had claimed the island, she squinted, noticing that something or other was off.

For one, most of the females were lying down, curled up at the feet of the males, obviously exhausted but for reasons unknown. Strange. Why hadn't they inhabited a roomier island? Perhaps this was a midway and they were still journeying to the real deal.

The young girl carefully advanced and neared the edge of the small sandstone drop-off. From this height, she could clearly see that the dragons had constructed circular mounds of dirt, one per pair, and each containing rocky round-

"Eggs?!" Astrid gasped, the truth dawning over her. "Are-Are those really eggs?" Toothless warbled some and sniffed at the air, presumably to catch Stormfly's scent.

Astrid's breath stalled in her lungs, her mind too in shock to be bothered with such trivial tasks as breathing or thought. She whipped her head around to face Toothless, who was casually grooming his foreleg. He was not at all moved by the circumstances, much rather amused at the human female's shock.

Astrid gathered enough of her resolve for a moment as the dragon eyed her with expectancy. She stared with disbelief as she posed an unsteady statement. "So that's why you left," she concluded, the maternal sight enchanting yet worrying her. These female dragons looked completely exhausted, and their mates were no doubt going to stay by their sides. How would she get a ride home?

"Okay, okay. Relax," She consoled herself. "I'm sure there's a willing dragon here that's not totally drained. I'm just going to check up on Stormfly and if she doesn't work, then...I'll find another ride home."

With sharp azure eyes, the Viking surveyed the entirety of the area. Everyone was there from the Gronkles to the Zipplebacks to the Monstrous Nightmares. And each couple had a little nest, each nest holding a number of eggs. Never under three, some obtained five, some nine, some even had thirteen.

"I guess this explains why you never raided us during Snoggletog," the girl mused, letting out an airy little laugh.

She then turned to Toothless, chewing her lip, calculating him. "Why did you bring me here?" She asked. "It's not like I'm a dragon too!" To her shock, he merely snorted and began to saunter away toward the opposite end of the island.

"Hey!" She exclaimed, trotting after him as best she could in her state. "Got somewhere to be? Because you're not leaving without me, you sack of scales!" She made a bold attempt to latch onto his body as he continued to pad away, but he doesn't so much as flinch, causing her to catch up in annoyance after a few falters. "Where on Berk are you going?" She panted in exasperation. "I don't have time for this!"

"This way, youngling," Toothless warbled briskly, ignoring the scritch-scratch of her cold little paws clinging to his scaly backside. "Eet vill be much safer ef zhou laid zhour eggs alongside residential dragons."

Although the girl could not understand an inkling of Toothless's Dragonese, she didn't fail to notice that the island wasn't just inhabited by the dragons of Berk, but many other foreigners that must have emigrated from the Southern islands to lay their eggs. There were a multiple of species; Gronkles, Deadly Nadders, Hideous Zipplebacks, Terrible Terrors, Monstrous Nightmares, but many other species that she didn't even recognize.

The foreigners lifted their heavy heads and eyed her cautiously yet curiously through their unfamiliar irises. They must've not been very familiar with humans if they weren't affectionate or aggressive towards her. Nostrils expanded, taking in her scent. Ears pricked cautiously.

Though it was a fascinating discovery, Astrid huddled close to the Nightfury for protection as they passed these particular reptiles. After all, the wild ones were dangerous and unpredictable. But surely they would keep their distance with such a powerful creature at her side. So with this confidence in her safety, she took the time to observe the little bundles of life tucked snuggly between the mother dragons and the dirt.

"Wow..." She breathed in stupefaction as the animals tended lovingly to their eggs. "What wouldn't Hiccup give to see this?" At the thought of her partner, what little smile her face warmly displayed faded away. She could vividly imagine his star-struck expression as he absorbed every single detail of this place.

Hiccup. At that point he must have been worried sick about her, and honestly, who could blame him? As much as enchanting this place was, skirting danger constantly hovered about. If the tables were turned, she'd be freaking out for sure.

"Alright, Toothless," she said as they continued their trek across the miniature island. "Take me to Stormfly."

A small snort was his indecipherable reply and she rolled her azure eyes, though a smile adorned her face. "Alright, I know. You just got here and wanna have your mate to yourself. I get that," she sympathized. "But I need to get back to MY mate, you see? And as stealthy as I normally am, it's still not safe for me out here. And since you're not going to take me back, Stormfly is my only other option." She gave him a swat on the rump for good measure as they approached the passel of Nadders.

They were huddled, perched near the edge of the island, which consisted of a steep drop-off leading into the surprisingly calm but freezing ocean. Astrid smiled and inhaled deeply, the aroma of sea salt strong and pungent. "Storm?"

She caught sight of a familiar Deadly Nadder that lay huddled over a nest of her own. Said dragon wearily lifted her spiked head at the sound of Astrid's voice and squawked, "Ah, mah sweet little youngling! Present at last."

Her human approached with jovial excitement, and Stormfly blithely accepted the female's tight embraces. She nuzzled back arduously, having had just...well...

Astrid gasped, peering into the little makeshift nest. Her dragon had laid eggs as well! Not rough and rocky like the other Nadder eggs she'd seen on her way over, but unnaturally sleek, shiny, and rather darkly shaded; an indigo. They were large, of course. About the size of a Chief-sized mug of ale. But at that moment, she could've cared less. "Stormfly!" She squealed, drawing her hands up to her mouth (which rarely happened).

"Oh...! My gosh! You're having...babies too?!" She gave another little cheer of joy and rested her forehead against the dragon's beak. "You're going to be a mother-Oh, Gods this is too close to be a coincidence!"

The girl leaned down to get a closer look but keeping a respectable distance from the oval objects. Even with a dilemma dangerous as the one she was in, it was hard to keep a smile off her face. "Man, I wish I knew when they would hatch!"

While that was going on, Toothless crooned in excitement and bounded over to the Nadder's side, licking her maw excessively. He was very impressed with his mate. It must have been quite scary for her to lay her eggs surrounded by those whose mate's were present.

"But-Wait," Astrid hesitated, desisting her joy to peer closer at the eggs and then back at the Nightfury, who was tenderly sniffing and nosing all three of said sleek eggs. Upon further inspection, she muttered, "You didn't-You... Um. Oh..."

It dawned on her and she bit her lip. "Guess that explains the, um..." Despite the circumstances, she was still rather bashful to mention it. "Heh. Fishlegs-well, none of us thought it was possible for... For... Um, yeah. So you guys are going to have little mutant babies. Haha. My sincerest congratulations," she rambled. "Oh, man, what's going on with me?"

Toothless cocked his head to the side and gave her a gummy smile, encouraging a bit of a smile to return to her face. But even his innocent, dumb-animal gesture couldn't calm her nerves.

Astrid knew she needed to focus on the task at hand, and that meant returning to Berk. She had to leave, and soon! Sunset was approaching fast over the horizon in deep, rich colors of orange, red, and hints of purple. If she didn't get back before dark, who knew if she could outlast the cold? With that in mind, she approached Stormfly.

"Hey, you don't think you can give me a ride back to Berk, do you girl?" Astrid sweetly asked, giving her pet a soft pat on the beak.

Without hesitation, she carefully maneuvered her way around the Nadder to her back and tried to mount her, but the dragon hissed in discomfort and jerked her body so that the girl faltered and stumbled back. Astrid stared once she righted herself, and then tried again, resulting in the same reaction from her pet.

"Hey! Storm-Stormfly! C'mon!" She grunted in annoyance, trying to swing her legs over the dragon's backside, only to be bucked off.

"Leave me be, human," the Nadder hissed, snootily turning her nose into the air. "We can't go flying now! Ah'm tired as it is-and ya aren't dimwitted, ay?"

"Don't you screech at me!" Astrid reprimanded with a snappish tone, thoroughly frustrated. Trying not to let her impatience get the best of her, she tucked a blonde strand of hair behind her ear and tried to reason with the Nadder. "Listen," she ordered, "I have to get back. My kid's going to be due any day now, and an isolated island full of fire-breathing reptiles isn't the best environment for his-or her parturition, okay? It may be for a baby dragon, but I'm no dragon, get it? I-I'm not like you. I don't lay eggs!"

Stormfly patiently listened to her female's desperate little yips, but then she stole a glance at Toothless. "What es she yapping about?" She grumbled irritably. "Ye'd think she'd be grateful that yeh brought her. After all, this es th' finest place t' conceive young."

"Vell... Ah deed leave her mate behind." If a Nightfury could shrug, Toothless would have done it. "But Ah've seen her. Stealthy she ees, and as much as Ah love mah rider, he would not last a minuet." He watched the girl whine and suggested, "Perhaps she ees hungry. Flying does vork up an appetite, does eet not?"

They watched the human begin to angrily plead, tiny grunts and growls replacing whines and yips. "Ah'll fetch us a meal," Toothless offered, and he spread out his magnificent wings, taking off before Astrid could protest.

"Wait! No, Toothless! Aw, Freyja ABOVE!" The girl shrieked, beginning to grow frantic. Stormfly could sense her fear, and she gave the girl a tiny nudge of comfort. She understood that laying eggs was a scary process, especially for a first timer. "Stormfly, please. I know you're tired, but I gotta get back home!"

The dragon cocked her head to the side as the human female whined and pointed to north, where Berk was located miles away. "Why would ya want t' go back t' that forsaken place?" The Nadder misinterpreted disapprovingly. The teenage girl whined once more at the dragon's refusal and yanked at her own hair.

"Ah understand ye yearn fer yer mate," Stormfly sympathized, "but et's safer here for yer hatchlings. There ahre many watering-holes fer the eggs to implode, unlike that isle. And not t' mention, plenty o' fish."

It wouldn't have taken long for anyone to realize the dragon was unaware of just how mammals operated and what childbirth was. Stormfly just confidently assumed the humans had a reciprocating functional her own species.

She softened when the rider whimpered once more, fear radiating off her body like a scent. It pained the Nadder to see the young rider so upset. Tired though she was, Stormfly extended a blue and golden hues wing over the fourteen-year-old's shivering form and nuzzled her contentedly. "Do not despair, youngling. Ye'll see yer mate again. Egg-laying es a difficult process, but in the end, et'll all be worth et. Ye'll see. Besides, look how well Ah did!"

The Nadder proudly gestured toward her eggs that lay comfortable in proximity and Astrid gave a weak smile in return, patting her beak. "I know, girl. You're going to be a mother. That's very, very good."

"Speaking of, I'm going to be the mother of a dead kid if I don't get off this rocky mess," Astrid contemplated despairingly. "I gotta get back before it happens."

With a boost of determination fueled by anxiety, the blonde unsteadily got to her feet with the intention of exploring the area for willing transporters.

"I'll be back if I don't get a ride, girl," she sadly told the Nadder, who warbled in curiosity. "If I don't return, well, it's either because I've been eaten or I'm back on Berk. But in my case, I'd take the latter." One pat on the beak later and Astrid walked off. Her toned arms were wrapped around herself to keep warm as the sun sunk into the sea.

Stormfly watched her go in concern and squawked, "Et'd be wise t' stay put, youngling!" The human glanced over her shoulder and gave a sad little grin, but nothing more as she carefully hopped over the small drop-off leading into the interior of the isle and out of sight. If the Nadder could shake her spiked head in aggravation. "Humans, sometimes."

"Vah 'uman?" Toothless gargled, swooping over the edge of the isle and landing roughly beside the female dragon, his maw chocked full of salmon. "Blahaha!" He spat out the fish, creating a slimy, oozing pile of dragon spit in accordance.

"Hm." He cocked his head and sniffed at the air. "Where did zat girl go off to zis time?" He inquired, bending down into the makeshift nest examine his eggs. Scent normal. He nudged all four. Strong shells. All warm. Good. He leaned back up, satisfied, and gave an affectionate nuzzle to his mate.

"For reasons Ah cannot understand, she wants to return t' Berk," Stormfly explained, crooning happily as Toothless playfully nipped at her spines. "Et's strange. Ye've got everything ye need here: food, shelter, watering holes... What more couldja need?"

"Mm. She probably wants mah rider weez her," Toothless decided, craning his neck to peer over the edge of the drop-off to watch the girl. She was strictly avoiding the foreigners and instead targeted the dragons she was most familiar with.

"Strange. Dominant females can usually lay on zheir own. I deedn't zhink she needed her mate wiz her," Toothless mused, a tad guilty.

Astrid was yipping and pleading with Barf and Belch, the Zippleback that belonged to the twins. When that didn't work, she tried Hookfang, whom she quickly learned was exceedingly aggressive whilst guarding his mate and eggs.

"Thes es why the humans need us t' protect them," Stormfly explained as the two dragons kept a close eye on the girl's whereabouts. "As th' superior species, we need to keep an eye on th' youngling and keep certain that her hatchlings ahre kept safe as well."

Toothless perked. "Should I bring ze female back, zhen?" He asked, preparing to take flight, but Stormfly disagreed.

"Just give it time," the Nadder advised with a squawk, laying her spiked head against the rocky ground. "Soon she'll realize our intentions and embrace them."

Though discouraged, Astrid didn't give up even after the sun finally sank into the horizon. The colorful hues, as well as the rare warmth in the salty sea-air, disappeared, leaving only the chilly blackness of night. She wanted to keep searching for the willing participant, but after multiple hours of interventions with an equal amount of rejects, she was close to calling it quits on the "flight back home" plan. Well... No matter! She just needed to think of something else. But in the meantime, she needed to find shelter on this Gods-forsaken place before she froze. At that point, it would be a few meager hours before dawn.

Astrid shivered uncontrollably, her short exhales evaporating in the arctic atmosphere. In the blackness of night with only the stars and the moon as a source of light, the defeated girl trudged back to the Nightfury and his mate.

Toothless's head jerked upward from his sleepy, curled form, but relaxed when he took in Astrid's scent. He scooted slightly away from a resting Stormfly and lifted his wing, inviting the girl the space between them, with the eggs. "Come on een! Zhere's plenty of room!"

Astrid stared cautiously at the Toothless who'd growl if she got too close to Stormfly on Berk, but would invite her to nestle with his unhatched hatchlings. She silently rejected the offer until a gust of wind numbed her senses, causing her teeth to chatter. "Be careful weeth zee little ones," the dragon warned as the female approached.

Toothless seemed pleased as Astrid sent him a death glare and scurried beneath his wing, careful not to bump into any of the eggs. She settled down between the two reptiles in the dirt much like a baby dragon with its parents. Laying in the fetal position, she was surprised to find that the dirt surprisingly warm, completely foil to the rest of the freezing mess of an isle. It was uncomfortable, but... The girl sighed in content, relishing in the warmth that radiating from their scaly bodies.

Alright, that was a plus. Astrid yawned tiredly and rested her body against the Nadder, careful not to spike her scales with the tendrils of her skirt. After that, all was quiet on the tiny isle-if one exempted the huffs and snort from the occasional Nightmare or the gargle of a Gronkle.

The Viking listened quietly until she was sure that both Stormfly and Toothless were asleep. The Deadly Nadder's ribcage rose and fell with each breath, and every now and then, Toothless would twitch in his sleep, captivated by the dreamworld.

Now, Astrid thought sleepily, all there was left to do was to come up with an escape plan and pray to the Gods that she would make it back before her child was brought into the world.

Her baby. If he or she decided that NOW would be a good time to be born, oh, Gods, please let him or her li-! She jolted, her breath suddenly gone.

For a moment, all went still. Silence lay like a down-filled duvet over the area, muffling the slightest sound and creating an atmosphere of total tranquillity. Astrid shifted her head, a white piercing noise suddenly penetrating her once quiescent ears. Stars. That's what appeared before her eyes. Little pixies floating randomly, and the girl still couldn't breathe.

Her thoughts, scrambling and wriggling her mind into mush. She could barely think, "What's happening...?" Panic, fear, nervousness? At that moment, she could hardly pinpoint her emotion. Everything was fuzzy, and the drone in her ears grew louder. Even as she lay, the world around her seemed to tilt, and then her body went limp.

Astrid frowned down at herself. What was going on? It was as if she no longer had any control over her being- "UUGH!" Completely out of nowhere, a sharp stab of pain struck her lower abdomen, making her loudly hiss through gritted teeth and curl up in on herself. The white noise disappeared and the sounds of nature returned. The pain... Oh Gods... Astrid hissed once again and curled up. It felt damp down there...

"Wh-Wha? Ow..." Astrid moaned in anguish, tightly pressing her thighs together in attempt to lessen the pain. Applying pressure to wounds? That's what one would do, right? Right?! Because what was happening now had nothing to do with-with that, right?! RIGHT?! Oh, Thor.

"Okay, okay. Chill out, Astrid," she scolded herself, and she would have chuckled at the pun, if not for another wave of pain. "Just-Just wait it out. Everything's going to be fine. Everything's going to be-OW!"

This time, a dull ache began to throb around her lower abdomen, causing her to bite her bottom lip so hard that she drew blood. Redness began to overtake the whites of her eyes and shut them quickly as tears began to rim her eyelids.

"Alright, ENOUGH with the crying! You're fine, you're fine!" But as the aches began to multiply around the base of her body, Astrid grew nervous. Really nervous. This wasn't the run-of-the-mill stomach cramp. This was different. The aches would start low and radiate up her belly and around into her lower back. These weren't...labor contractions, were they?

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Miles away on the nearly-frozen isle of Berk, Hiccup lay awake in his wooden bed. The quietness was almost tangible, no rustle of clothing, his breathing slow and barely audible, and even the once creaking of the building settling was stilled as though to order. His once bright emerald stared robotically at the dark rafters of the ceiling, and he pursed his chapped lips together as he contemplated his plan.

It was settled. At the crack of dawn when the determined rays of light touched Hooligan territory, he would stealthily sneak down to the docks, grab a small boat, and leave. Simple enough, and though it wasn't exactly a good plan, there were times where impulsiveness was a virtue. That, and he was desperate. And so, in his frantic mind, any impulsive plan seemed palpable. The icebergs, however, would most likely prove to be a bit more of an issue than he thought, but he tried not to think too hard about it.

Hiccup yawned tiredly, trying to will himself to rest, but his senses were on danger-mode and refused to cooperate. "You should really get some shut-eye," he advised to himself, limply shifting to his side and curling up in the fetal position. "After all, you need to get up early and commence the big master plan."

The fourteen-year-old shivered and wrapped the thin quilt around himself, yearning for the comforting warmth of Astrid's toned body against his own lithe one. The bed, once deemed too small for the both of them to share, now seemed too roomy. Gods, what if it remained that way for the rest of his life?

"If I can't find her..." He thought with great apprehension, "No. I'll find her. I have to try." But even as he assured himself, there was a small, irritating part of him that suggested maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be able to find his partner. What if he never got to meet his son or daughter? The person he'd been impatiently waiting to love. He forcefully swallowed down that part of him, determined not to dwell on any negative thoughts before he made his escape.

So, pushing aside the dread of becoming a childless widower, Hiccup squirmed uncomfortably for the rest of the night before finally falling victim to fatigue, and he plummeted into a restless sleep.

"..."

Not even a few hours later, Hiccup awakened from a dreamless sleep to find rays of light streaming through the cracks of the ceiling. He lay motionless and stared, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and then stared some more as it dawned on him.

It-It couldn't be dawn. The light only touched his house like this in the very late afternoon. "I...slept in?" He croaked, his body slowly tensing, heart thumping crazily as it dawned on him. "Oh... Oh-Gods-I overslept! Oh, nono-"

Thump!

His eyes went impossibly wide. Was that...?

Thump.

Hiccup slowly sat up, internally screaming for one more indication that that noise was intentional and not some sort of-

Thu-Thump!

That did it. The biggest grin Hiccup had ever worn overtook his freckled face and he joyously shrieked, "TOOTHLESS!" Oh, the pure joy was overwhelming!

The Nightfury was back! He wasn't sure why, and he clueless as to how Astrid had gotten a handle on the dragon, but he didn't care! Astrid would never let Toothless return without bringing her along! She was back! Both of them! They had to be! Rocketing out of bed and literally tripping over his own feet to scramble down the stairs, Hiccup's heart soared.

He ignored the blast of crispy cold air that struck his body and chilled his bones as he exited his home. He practically skipped as he rounded the corner, where he expected to see the goofy old Nightfury with Astrid safely perched atop. ...But what he did discover was more than disappointing.

"I knew you'd come b-ACK!" To Hiccup's everlasting irritation, his prosthetic failed him once again and he went sprawling on his back against the ice.

After a moment's pause, he groaned and held a hand against his forehead. His supine form was aching terribly from the impact. But still... Hiccup opened his eyes with anticipation and swiveled his gaze to the rooftop. But rather than the familiar dragon and person Hiccup had grown to love, it was Stoick the Vast himself. He paused his hammering and glanced down at the sprawled out child.

"Morning, son!" He greeted cheerily, oblivious to Hiccup's recent pratfall.

Hiccup himself lay on the ice for a few more moments before realization set in, and he sighed sadly. He had really thought it'd be Toothless and Astrid, but hey, that's what happened if one's hopes soared too high.

"Oh, hey. Dad," he greeted crestfallenly, awkwardly rising from his fallen stance. "At least I didn't knock myself out that time," he thought bitterly.

"Glad you're up," the father continued, unaware of his son's intentions. He mounted the ladder leaning up against the side of the house and began to climb down. "I was looking for your helmet," he informed the boy.

Hiccup visibly flinched, remembering in horror the headpiece he'd lost on his flight with Toothless the other day. His father had given that special to him before the "Kill Ring" escapade, and even though it was forged from half of his mother's breast-plate, he was still upset to find it missing.

"My-My helmet?" Hiccup inquired innocently, praying his father would take then news well if he should ever tell. That the helmet was floating out in the middle of the ocean. "Maybe I can pick it up on my way over to Astrid."

"'Course, yer helmet!" Stoick reminded him as he dismounted the ladder, "Odin needs a place to put your goodies! Where else is he going to put them? Your stockings? Ha!"

Hiccup weakly chuckled along, but he couldn't help but stare in disbelief the man. He meant no offense to his father-after all, the man's simply wanted to cheer his child up, but did he really believe that Hiccup cared about the gifts at this point? That the gifts would erase whatever happened?

"Right, I'll...get on that...great," the boy muttered sourly, turning away.

Stoick frowned, having recognized the acetic tone to his son's voice, and he huffed, "Hold on."

Hiccup visibly sagged and turned. Trying to appear as comforting as a parent as possible, Stoick regally stood before the boy and tried to keep his gruff voice at a soothing level. "Alright," he coaxed. "C'mon then. What's on your mind? Out with it."

"Well," Hiccup sighed, knowing that there was no point to lie about his feelings. "It's already been a day, Dad. I just... I just thought Toothless would be back by now." He tried to keep his voice emotionless, though his father detected a slight waver in the nasally voice.

Stoick lowered his eyes and sighed once more, laying a gargantuan hand on his son's lanky shoulder. "Listen," he said, "I know what it's like to miss someone you love this time of year." He gave a gentle jostle to Hiccup's shoulder when the boy lowered his gaze. "But what do you do when they can't be here with us? We celebrate them. And I imagine that's just what Astrid would want you to do."

Hiccup thought about this and glanced back up at his father, whose grip only got tighter. "Am I right?" He asked.

There was no escaping it anyway. "You're right," Hiccup replied, lifting his head a bit.

"Good!" Stoick encouraged with satisfaction, giving his son a rough punch to the already bruised appendage. He turned back to the ladder, hammer in tow. "Now go get that helmet!" He ordered without a second glance. "We've already had enough disappointment around here."

"Well, gee. No kidding, Tyr," Hiccup muttered under his breath while massaging his aching shoulder.

The young boy sighed, feeling guilty about what he was planning to do, which was to leave his father a worried mess while his own life was on the line. It was then, he realized, that he might not return. The idea was so repellent that was able to thrust it from his mind.

"Hey, Dad?" He spoke suddenly.

"Mm?" Stoick turned absentmindedly, almost halfway up the ladder.

"Um..." Hiccup's mind went blank. What did you say to a person who you were about to abandon and might die in the process? "I'm-I..." Stoick gazed at him expectantly, so he laughed and put on his best smile. "Sorry about taking off like that... I guess I... I don't know. Just, thanks for trying to help. Er...Happy Snoggletog?"

"...You too," his father returned, and took on a sorrowful tone. "Hiccup, I'm very sorry about Astrid. I hope that Toothless will...well, have a change of heart."

There was an awkward silence until Hiccup clasped his hands together. "Okay, thank you! Well, anyways, I'm going to, uh..." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. "Yep." He began to back away until transitioning to a trot. "I'll see you later!" Stoick watching his son's retreating form with slight suspicion and Hiccup added a quiet little, "Maybe..."

...

Now even Astrid had to admit that the probability of her body preparing itself for birth was great, and that certainly dimmed her incredulity. "Not now," she whispered, as if to will her body to stop. "Not now, not now, not now. Please! Not now!"

She didn't understand, as if her brain short-circuited and needed to be rebooted. Around her, everything was in fast-forward while she was motionless in the middle of it all. How could this happen? She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes until she saw nothing but sparkles.

Toothless yawned sleepily, his comfortable sleep disturbed by Astrid's constant gritted whimpers. He'd been sleeping quite peacefully with his mate and their hatchlings between them. Speaking of which, his smiled a gummy sink and nosed the eggs. All was well, and he puffed out with pride, looking quite majestic against the horizon.

It was nearly dawn at this point. The blackness of night was slowly beginning to fade, a deep scarlet replacing it. But it was hard to tell, due to the abundance of clouds veiling what little color the sky possessed.

"Oh, Freyja!" The girl seethed, clutching her throbbing abdomen. Who knew something so little could hurt this much? "I-I gotta get back..." She had to, less she die if she stayed here much longer.

At the soft rustle of movement beside her, Astrid craned her stiff neck and found Toothless snuffling and nudging her curiously; her belly in particular. The girl grinned nervously and patted her protruding stomach with one hand and tried to push his prodding snout away with the other. Once he got the hint and shuffled back to give her some space, she tried to elucidate.

"This is why I have to get back," she explained tiredly. "My baby-Hiccup's baby is coming. Hiccup's!" She repeated. "Please, Toothless. Take me back."

The Nightfury continued to sniff at her, but cocked his scaly head to the side as the human female began to exert a numerous amount of fear. She croaked and whined at him, clutching his sniffling snout with her cold, red little paws. He could tell she was in pain, but there was little he could do about it, let alone construe what she was actually saying.

"Ah trust zat you ahre carrying ze young of zhour mate!" Toothless acknowledged happily. Leaning down for a closer observation, he inhaled deeply. "And zhou ahre due! Et's about time, I should say!"

"Toothless, can you understand me?" Astrid pleaded, her anguish skyrocketing. "It's not like I've given birth before! You gotta take me back to Berk where there are actual human beings to help me!"

"Don't fret, youngling," Toothless warbled in his best soothing tone. "Ze pain shall pass."

The next hour consisted of Astrid's constant pleading, begging, and yes, threatening. But what use did threats have when the being in question couldn't even understand what she was saying? At the hour's end, the labor contractions continued to cause discomfort and dull aches in her back and lower abdomen, along with pressure in her pelvis. They moved in a wave-like motion from the top of the uterus to the bottom, and by that point in time, she was starting to panic. Dare she say, almost giving up on the chance of getting back to Berk. Not because of the faint of heart, but because there was literally no one who could help her.

Never before had Astrid had such a longing for Hiccup to be there with her. She didn't care if he saw her wail, cry, and scream. She didn't give a Terror's behind if he saw her weakness. She just wanted help. She wanted her son or daughter to be greeted by the smiling faces of both his or her parents in a safe, warm room, not the deathly cold and surrounded by a group of fire-breathing reptiles. This was madness!

With her lasting strength, Astrid shakily maneuvered herself to a standing position and began to wobble, trying to ignore the mounting pain. If IT was going to happen on this Gods-forsaken island, then Gods-darn it, she was going to do it. Dragons or not.

She had helped befall the largest demon in history on the backs of once-considered enemies. Compared to that, she tried to reason, perhaps birth wouldn't be too horrible? Another wave of pain disapproved that thought, and Astrid tried to sit down, but it was more like a stumble and fall that left her in a trembling heap in the dirt.

Stormfly took a start at the noise and awoke. She squawked and nudged the girl affectionately when she noticed the pain said girl was experiencing.

Astrid sighed and halfheartedly patted the attention-seeking beak. It stunk to be a lone warrior sometimes, and this impotent situation was the culmination of paradigms.

...

Albeit it was rather late in the day with the usual amount of strolling Vikings, Hiccup nearly managed to sneak through town without being seen. That is, until a certain blacksmith caught sight of the boy and waved him over to the Smithy.

"Hiccup!" He greeted, and the auburn-haired teen managed to give a little smile in return. He did wish Gobber would quicken the pace a bit; he had to get going. "Et's nice t' see ya up en about!" The man commentated, in the process of gathering up a number of frozen bolas in his arms. "Headin' somewhere?"

Hiccup shrugged, trying to act casual. "Shyeah... Heh. You know me; I'm just, remising, you know?" He began to inch away from the counter, praying that the older Viking would get the hint and let him go.

"Aye, Ah do know," Gobber smirked as he turned his back. "Well, go on. Get out of here! And don't forget to bundle up! Bucket's predicting a storm!" He pointed out toward the ocean, where indeed, an abundance of ominous clouds were gathering.

Hiccup, confused that the man was letting him off this easily, gave a sigh of thanks and took off. He ran quickly, but not too quickly to draw attention to himself. And that was quite a feat if you were the son of the Chief, as well as the Dragon Conqueror.

One advantage about having a uninteresting appearance was that nobody could really single him out in a crowd. And that was handy now that he needed to escape town.

After tactically corralling a pair of oars from the storage house in the heart of the village, Hiccup begun his attempt to discreetly exit the village without being seen. No such luck, because the boy was spotted by his cousin, who was purposely looking for him, right away.

"Hey, HEY! Hiccup!" The much burlier Viking called, jogging to catch up to the slightly younger one.

Hiccup couldn't help but roll his eyes in agitation. He still felt an enduring sense of resentment toward the other male, so instead of politely replying, he merely gave a grunt of acknowledgment and walked on, trying to keep a latch onto the oars with his frozen fingers.

Snotlout ignored the discount and kept at the other teenager. He was always quite persistent, and was determined to patch things up with his antsy family member whether Hiccup liked it or not.

"Hey man, wait up!" Without the acquiescence of his cousin's dislike of touchiness, he roughly latched onto Hiccup's shoulder, and tugged him to a stop. This intemperate disturbance caused Hiccup to let out a yelp of surprise and he nearly lost his grip on the oars, to which Snotlout took note of.

"Huh, what're those for?" He asked, and Hiccup swallowed.

"D'ahh..."

"Goin' fishing, Dragon boy?" Snotlout teased to try and lighten the mood a bit... Which failed miserably.

Hiccup's shoulders went rigid and the atmosphere became tense. "In...In a way," he intoned, shrugging his scrawny shoulder away from the larger boy's grip. "Ah-Hopefully not."

"You-You're going after Astrid," Snotlout offered casually, not technically being serious. So it surprised him when Hiccup replied.

"Um... Uh, y-yeah. That's correct. Bye."

"Oh, wait." Snotlout blinked stupidly and took a start. "You actually are? Wh-? You can't do that!"

Hiccup whipped around so fast during his mid-Astrid so quickly that Snotlout nearly crashed into him. "Why not?" He asked angrily.

"Uh, maybe because you'll die before nightfall?" Snotlout pointed out, for once having a legitimate counter.

Hiccup pursed his lips and gave him a sarcastic glare. "Thank you for summing that up," he muttered, turning his back to the other male. "Now if you'll excuse me-"

"Hold on!" Snotlout exclaimed, jumping in front of Hiccup's path, once again nearly crashing into him.

"What? Snotlout! What are you doing!" Hiccup cried out in shock, trying his best to veer around the much larger Viking, but to no avail. The lopsided oars so precariously held in his frozen fingers didn't help.

"In light of what I did," Snotlout said, "the least I could do is send you to your own death."

"In light of what you did," Hiccup spat, trying to shove aside the boy, surprising Snotlout, "the least you could do is move aside."

Snotlout shook his head in defiance. "Psh. No way, man. I'll tell your dad before you go."

His statement caused Hiccup to freeze, his intake of air exhaling in hard little pants. "Fine then," he said, freeing a hand to give a flippant wave, "Go ahead and spill the bönor."

"Spill it? Heh, heh, heh..." Snotlout laughed irritably and leaned in close, a thundercloud expression adorning his face. "I'm no snitch, but you're taking it too far," he growled lowly.

Hiccup snorted. "Really, Snotlout?" He laughed in mock disbelief at his cousin. "You're the one reprimanding me for taking things too far?" He narrowed his emerald eyes. "Well, fine. Tell the Chief," He spat, taking Snotlout's hesitance and finally managing to shove past. "Don't want to keep anymore secrets, right?" He muttered under his breath as he stalked away, but Snotlout caught it and blanched.

"Hiccup, wait!" His cousin groaned and whipped around once more.

"What!?"

Snotlout bit his lip and reached out a hand. Hiccup recoiled as if the other male was going to strike him. "I-I didn't mean," Snotlout began, biting his bottom lip. "I came to," he cleared his throat, "to uh, you know..." Hiccup blinked, misinterpreting Snotlout's failing apology for something else.

"I know it's stupid and well, crazy," he admitted, "but I'm not going to just sit here while Astrid's out there, okay?"

"Yeah, but-" Snotlout paused. "I don't think I-uh, you're dad could afford to lose YOU too."

At this, Hiccup faltered and the oars slightly slipped from his loosening grip. Snotlout hoped this would make him tick and change his mind, but Hiccup straightened and declared, "He won't lose me. I'll be back."

"Hiccup," Snotlout warned, giving the other boy a pointed look.

"I'm going," Hiccup insisted quietly, his gaze downcast. "See you later, Snotlout." His tone was slightly apologetic as he turned his back and continued his quest for the docks, leaving his cousin by his lonesome.

Said cousin clenched his fists, an embarrassing amount of worry overtaking the rest of his senses. "How selfish can that fishbone be?" He seethed. "Seriously, he's got family here that wants him home, he just has to go risk his life for his... Oh."

"Sigh... Another botched attempt at redemption. Man, you're horrible at this."

"Go suck rocks," Snotlout snapped, stomping after Hiccup. He had decided to follow, just to see if his cousin actually followed through with the plan. And so far, it seemed so... Hiccup sped forward with no signs of stopping until Fishlegs entered the picture.

Hiccup kept at it with determination and was about to round a corner, only to crash into a large woven basket filled to the brim with salmon. It took a moment for Hiccup to register that the holder of said basket was Fishlegs, but and complete foil to his keen observation skills, he failed to process that the larger boy had paled.

"Oh, Fishlegs," Hiccup greeted casually. "You hungry?" He guestured toward the basket with the end of his oars. "There's enough fish to feed a dragon."

To his surprise, Fishlegs let out an extremely nervous and suspicious laugh. "Oh-ho! A dragon! That's-heh," he stuttered with a chuckle, slowly turning and hobbling down one of the large balconies on the side of the cliff. Out of curiosity and yes, suspicion, Hiccup decided to follow him and investigate. Fishlegs HAD been acting strange for the last several days...

What he discovered was a very skittish Fishlegs butting open the double-doors to the Ingerman stable and slipping inside for a few moments. Hiccup quietly followed, sneaking down and hiding behind one of the large rafters with the oars.

When Fishlegs came back out again, the basket of fish was missing. Fishlegs looked left and right before giggling mischievously to himself as he tip-toed away, failing to notice the scrawnier child behind the pillar.

Hiccup silently crept out and gingerly placed the oars against the side of the stable. He quickly snuck a glance at Fishlegs' retreating form before opening the doors-

-And let out a high-pitched scream, for what else could he do when a large Gronkle was about to smack him head on at a hundred miles per hour? Could Gronkles even fly that fast?

One moment Hiccup was stationary on the ground, the next he was face-planted into a sea of rough scales, and when he finally pulled his face away, he took a start. "Meatlug?" He gasped in disbelief.

The dragon's amber irises glanced at him, but then narrowed in determination as she flew on. Hiccup gasped and clung at the reptile in a death grip, his heart beating nearly as fast as her wingbeat rate.

They did not go unseen. Meatlug flew right overhead of where Snotlout was standing and he immediately caught sight of the peculiar pair and shouted in confusion, "HICCUP!? WHERE THE HECK ARE YA GOIN'?!"

"I HAVE NO IDEAAAA!" Hiccup wailed back as they flew out over the sea, clutching helplessly at Meatlug's head like it was a lifeline. Snotlout watched them go with the biggest wide-eyed expression he'd ever worn, and blanched.

"Oh Thor," he moaned, "seriously?!"

...

Astrid's protruding belly throbbed for hours on end, her sense of dread growing with every passing minute. She remained where she was in the nest of her pet dragon and her mate, curled up beside the eggs as if she were a hatchling herself.

Her once clean blonde hair had gone rather greasy and kinked, and she was sheepish to acknowledge her griminess. Of course, she wasn't exactly spotless back on Berk, but she knew about hygiene and went to the bath house every week like her mother wanted her to.

Her mother... Her heart clenched with the repellent idea that she would most likely never see her mother again. Not if she died during labor. She would leave her mother alone, her father, Hiccup-and take their child with her. Astrid sniffed and curled up, burying her face in her knees as best she could in her condition.

Why was the last thing she ever did with her mother was fight!? Why did she have to be so aggressive and snappish?! Why?! Why was this happening?! ...The last time she spoke to her mother was way back then, and now she may never get the chance to reconnect with the older woman, to apologize with the upmost sincerity.

...And not because Helga deserved it or anything. NO! But... There was that nagging little empty space within that had bothered her ever since she'd initiated the cold, stoniness between her mother and herself.

"Dear Odin, please let everything go along smoothly," she prayed, shutting her tired eyes. "For... For him...her...whatever. I just don't want... I want him to be safe..."

...

"Hiccup..."

...

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