A/N Hey, everyone. I'm on spring break right now, so I have time to update everything! I'll update each of my stories by at least one chapter, and hopefully after spring break I'll get some more writing done. I'll have to let you know.

So. Updates on my sorry life, ha ha. I've figured that I'm genderfluid. I have made some friends and one of them has helped me get rid of my depression! (Yay!) I still get relapses sometimes but other than that I'm good.

By the way, do any of you like Melanie Martinez? If not I highly recommend her music and music videos. Have to warn you now, her music is VEERRRYY creepy and not for children. "Dollhouse," one of her songs, will be one of the ones I'll make into a one-shot for this collection, just so you're forewarned.

I am so happy to be back writing, so I guess I better get on with this chapter! :-)

Some Have To Live With The Scars

Time Period: Close AU, Post-HTTYD 2

Ship(s): Hiccstrid

Genre: Family, Parody

Rating: K+, because I said so

Summary: The dragons gather to celebrate the re-starting of a species, and to honor their Alpha's hatchlings when Toothless's babies hatch.

Things To Be Noted: Dragonese will appear like this. Also, in this particular AU, dragons speak Dragonese and can learn Norse and humans can speak Dragonese.

Hiccup was rather harried. Berk was in total disarray. Quite a few wild dragons had shown up and were visiting Berk, though they were staying well away from the village. The domestic dragons and the wild ones weren't exactly getting along all that well, even though they were all preparing for a very important event. The Vikings were looking forward to the event as well, but it didn't hold as much weight for them, being human. Except for Hiccup, who was going to be there because Toothless was his best friend, and Fishlegs, who was not going to be there but demanded that Hiccup take copious notes, because Fishlegs was a scientist.

The event was this: Toothless's mate had laid eggs, and they were hatching.

No one quite knew when yet, but it was close. When the babies decided to come out, Hiccup figured. In the meantime, he had to deal with the dragons and their party preparations. Dragon parties were somewhat different from human parties. Not just because dragons didn't feast at their parties, they drank nothing but water, and of course the physical differences, but because dragon parties were not about food or drink. Dragon parties were about music.

Of course, humans and dragons had different voices, different languages, and different dances, but they both shared a deep joy in music. Dragons made music with their bodies and with the ground, whatever was around. Dragons sang their songs in Dragonese, which is punctuated by shrill shrieks and popping noises and sounds most extraordinary when spoken by a human. Despite this, several Vikings (including Hiccup, of course) had learnt it.

Going back, Hiccup was rather harried. He stood on the steps of the Great Hall, frustratedly directing several Nadders and a Gronckle away from Seawing's nest, which she had chosen to make on the roof.

"No, Stoneclaw, you may NOT go and see the eggs before they hatch."

"Hiccup, those are the Alpha's eggs. As the Alpha, he must let us see our future."

"Look, I know those hatchlings are gonna be what, like princes and princesses to you? That means that everyone's gotta know about them, 'cause that's how things work. But Seawing is sick of visitors and has requested NO MORE until the hatching!"

Stoneclaw and her friends went away grumbling, and Hiccup turned to see Toothless bounding up.

"Hi, Hiccup!" Toothless greeted him enthusiastically. Toothless had been the only dragon to think that learning Norse had been worth his time, and his forked tongue still gave him trouble sometimes. "Keeping people away from Seawing, I see. Thank you." His tail twitched back and forth as he bounced on the spot.

"Anytime, Bud. Tell me, how much mead have you drunk?" The domestic dragons had found themselves quite fond of mead, and Toothless was no exception.

Toothless giggled slightly and stopped bouncing. "None. I'm just really excited. I think today's the day, Hiccup."

Hiccup grinned. "Really? Today?"

Toothless nodded, his pupils getting bigger in excitement. "I can just feel it."

"What about Seawing? Have you asked her yet?"

"Yeah, she feels pretty optimistic, too."

Their conversation was cut off by a Night Fury's roar coming from the top of the Great Hall. Every head in the vicinity, human or dragon, snapped up as the sound echoed over the entire island, and the rustling of many great scaly bodies beginning to move across the island began.

"Oh great Draco," Toothless squealed. "I was right, I was right! Come on, Hiccup, up we go! Up! Up! Up!" He bounced around Hiccup, too happy to sit still as Hiccup half-heartedly chased the saddle.

"Toothless, if I can't get on your back we can't go up," Hiccup pointed out, chuckling. Toothless stopped and let Hiccup up, wriggling slightly as Hiccup fitted his foot into the mechanism and swung into the saddle. They took off at once and soared up to the roof of the Great Hall, where Seawing was waiting, curled around the nest.

"Hello, love," Toothless purred, slipping back into Dragonese as he greeted his mate. Hiccup smiled at his Night Fury friends and swung off of Toothless's back.

"Hey, Seawing. So they're hatching?"

Seawing nodded and lifted her wing off the nest. The eggs were rocking back and forth, and faint squeaking noises were coming from them.

Hiccup smiled fondly at the nest and his two good friends.

BEGIN MONTAGE

Dragons: From the day, we arrived on the planet

And blinking, step into the sun

There's more to see, than can ever be seen

More to do, than can ever be done

The dragons gathered before the Great Hall, on rooftops, on fences, on the ground. Vikings too, stared up at the roof where they knew that a species was continuing.

Dragons: There's far too much to take in here,

More to find than can ever be found

But the sun rolling high

Through the sapphire sky

Keeps great and small on the endless round

Hiccup, Toothless, Seawing, and the dragons' High Priestess of Draco stood and watched the eggs rock back and forth harder and harder until they exploded. The babies landed in the nest and lay there staring up at the faces before them. Hiccup smiled in wonder as the babies were marked by the Priestess with the Mark of Draco. They were singlehandedly the most adorable things Hiccup had ever seen. Their huge eyes were turned up in amazement at the world around them. One had golden eyes and the other two had blue eyes.

Dragons: It's the circle of life!

And it moves us all

Through despair and hope

Through faith and love

Till we find our place

On the path unwinding

In the circle

The circle of life.

One by one, the hatchlings were named. The two with blue eyes were named Shadowheart and Strongtail. The one with gold eyes was named Sunsister. Toothless, Seawing, and the Priestess each picked one up by the backs of their necks and carried them, squirming, to the edge of the roof.

Dragons: It's the circle of life!

And it moves us all

Through despair and hope

Through faith and love

Till we find our place

On the path unwinding

In the circle

The circle of life.

At the last note, the babies were held out over empty space, and they stared out at the many dragons and humans gathered to see them, and the dragons bowed their heads to the baby Night Furies, the re-starting of a species.

END MONTAGE

A/N Well, I hoped you like it! I have had that scene in my head for just FOREVER, and it drove me up the wall that I couldn't finish yet. It was the first on my list for writing when I came back.

Also, I found a fanart that I'm copy/pasting here, I don't know if it'll show up but I thought you might like to see it.

Have a great day (or night, depends) and I'll see you all at the next chapter!