"Aster, maybe you should take Toothless out for a flight. It's unhealthy to sit here all day, and a Night Fury without his flying is nothing." Val said, looking at Aster who was putting a piece of wet cloth on their brother's forehead.

"It's not healthy for you either."

"Yeah, but you're the only one that knows how to operate dad's stirrup since you were like 3 years old … you know, I remember the day when dad showed you how to use Toothless' tailfin…"

"Yeah, I remember that too." Aster remembered the memory, smiling.

"Dad was so eager to show us how to fly Toothless, and I was too scared to fly while Toothless didn't take kindly to Frostbite, so that left you."

"I gotta tell you, that flight was the greatest moment of my life. That's the day that I became so passionate about flying … and when I first made fun of Frostbite." The smile on Asters face faded hearing himself say that last part.

"You regret it don't you?" Val asked.

"…Of course not." Aster regained his composure. "But, I just wish that … maybe I could have done a little less." Aster looked at the unconscious form of his brother.

"What do you mean by 'making fun of Frostbite'?" Astrid startled the boy and girl. She had stood there all along and listened to the conversation between her son and daughter.

Aster signed and hugged his knees. "Frostbite endured a difficult childhood. At some point, everyone turned their backs to him. Dad didn't have time for him, you didn't understand him, I bullied him because he was weak and he couldn't train a dragon, Val …"

"I wasn't enough comfort for him. The youngest child of the family, couldn't offer him anything, no advice, I didn't know what he was going through, and the only thing I could have given was a shoulder to cry on." Val said, bitterly.

"We were the favourites, and we enjoyed it." Aster confessed.

Astrid was shocked, to say the least, by the new discovery. Great, what else did these cunning monsters hide from her. She never understood her eldest son! Her firstborn! The copy of her Hiccup! The King of Dragons! Her son!

Just before she could question further either of them, Frostbite began to toss and turn violently in the bed, screaming.

"Dad! No! Dad! You can't do this! Dad! Father! I'm so sorry! Please! No! You can't die! You couldn't have died! No! What about mom?! What about me, Val and Aster! … You! Get out of my head! Liar!" Frostbite grabbed his hair in handfuls.

"Frostbite, wake up!" Aster yelled at his brother, slapping him across the face very badly.

"Aster stop. Violence won't solve this. It never did." Val caught his wrist as he lifted his hand for the second slap.

"Well, what are we supposed to do, then?" Aster snapped.

"How did we wake him up last time?" She asked calmly, looking at both her mother and brother.

"We didn't he woke up by himself, after yelling." Aster answered.

"Exactly, so maybe he'll be able to wake himself again." Val towered over her brother, who signed in defeat.

"Just when I was having a good excuse to hit Frost senseless." Aster moaned, only to be glared at by his mother.

Frostbite's piercing screams continued for another 10 minutes. Multiple times his body caught fire, which they immediately put out with a bucket of water. But eventually, he woke up, panting, sweating and with red eyes; as if from a bad dream.

"Frostbite!" Astrid and Val leapt on him in a bone crushing hug. (Excuse the pun, he is currently in the bone armour.)

"What the—"He managed to say before he was enveloped in the warm gesture.

"Don't ask." Aster said, quickly, reading his older brother's confused expression.

Frostbite suddenly realised that his mother was hugging him. He pointed to her and mouthed to Aster 'Did you tell her?' Aster smirked and nodded.

"Do you know what dad would do to us if he found out that you died, Frost?" Val said, letting go of the hug, leaving her mother still there.

"Well, given his current state, nothing." Aster said, before Frostbite could reply, looking at the unconscious Dragon Conqueror. Astrid and Val each sent a glare at him. "What? Do I look like I'm lying, no. Dad, is unconscious."

Frostbite looked at his mother. "So you know that I'm your son?"

"Aster and Val lied to you when they said you didn't say my name when you fainted in the Training Arena."

"Hm." He made no sign of anger, just rubbed his eyes for a while. "What happened?"

"You kinda got squished by the Red Death." Aster summed up.

"I got that far." Frostbite snapped.

"Well, you fell unconscious and wouldn't wake up. Now, a whole month after the Battle, you began screaming in your sleep, again. This time you yelled 'Dad' or 'Father' or 'Liar'." Val explained.

"Dad." Frostbite's eyes snapped and he looked at his father, lying beside him. He sat beside the Dragon Conqueror, feeling his heartbeat. "Come on, you're not my father for nothing. You have to survive this." He murmured, after hearing a stubborn hear still beating he released an inhaled breath. "Thank Thor. It was just a bad dream." He buried his face in his hands.

"What was the bad dream?" Astrid asked him.

"Dad's funeral." He said, to the horrified expressions of the three persons in the room. He walked up to his father, put two fingers on his heart and muttered something under inaudible.

'Awake this hero please,

And listen to my pleas,

Here lies my flesh and blood,

Who is very much loved.'

A bright red light glowed on Hiccup's heart, for a moment, then faded. The colour returned to his cheeks and his eyes fluttered open.

"What the—"Was all he could manage before Astrid appeared by his side.

"Where have we heard this before?" Val smiled at Frostbite, who pouted as his siblings giggled or chuckled at his likeliness to their father.

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"You're ok!" Anna leapt on Frostbite in a tight embrace, briefly enveloping their lips in a passionate kiss.

"And my lunch is in my throat." Aster whisper-deadpanned, to his sister.

"Will you knock it off?" She punched him, in the shoulder really hard.

"Oh great, it's Uncle Hiccup and Aunt Astrid incarnated." Spitlout said mockingly, coming into the Chief's House, only to be glared at by a blushing Astrid and Hiccup. "What?"

"So looks like the strategy of splitting the Haddock family in two worked. Who knew?" Rufflegs said, coming in last of the future teens.

Astrid groaned. "So how many people knew about that anyway?" She asked, sitting beside Hiccup.

The future-teens put their hands up. Astrid looked around her friends, only Hiccup put his hand up, rather shyly at that.

"You knew?! Since when?!" She blew up.

"Um … uh … please don't hurt me … but since the Dragon Manual thing, when you shoved the book in my face and Aster and Val stayed behind, they told me then."

Astrid starred in shock at him. He knew! All along! … Great what else was going to be the surprise…? But she guessed she deserved it.

The future teens explained to their parents about everything about their actual mission. That Frostbite didn't get them here by accident, and that he had to kill somebody. And when asked whether they would come along with them, it was difficult to refuse them when their children were putting themselves in danger, again.

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