Officially this story is still on Hiatus, but since I haven't updated either story in so long, I figured I would update both. Don't expect an update on this story for a while as most of my time will be dedicated to "Izuku Aizawa." And schoolwork, obviously.

We arrived at the Northern Cliffs where the entrance to the caves was. I lead the others into the dark cave, if it wasn't for my new eyes, I would've needed a torch at this point as we go to the first fork in the caverns.

"This shall be where we nest," I said to the others, "We'll have to further explore the caves, but it should be more than enough space for us."

"Alpha," Gorm said gaining my attention.

"Yes?"

"Yrsa and me were thinking about carving out sleeping areas along the cavern. With my claws, and her strength we could do it. Might take a few hours though."

I was simultaneously impressed and annoyed, 'I just kind of want to stew after what happened, but having separate sleeping areas may not be so bad especially when it comes to ma-' I shook my head, 'Why am I thinking about that now?!'

"Sounds good," I said, "We'll gather food to reward you when you've finished, be you two." I lead the others out and we took turns catching fish. I could hear Yrsa and Gorm begin to shape the caverns from the shore.

The fishing helped take my mind off the events of the afternoon, but soon even that wasn't enough to placate me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Tyra asked.

"About what?" I pretended to be fine, but that didn't work. As she gestured me to follow her down the coast away from the others.

"Are you still upset?" she asked me.

"Upset!? I'm fucking furious! They tried to kill you! All because I wasn't going to go back and be their little punching-bag, fishbone of a Viking anymore!"

Tyra approached me and wrapped her wings around me, "It's okay, I'm safe, your safe," she reassured me. I'm not sure why but having her holding me close put me at ease. All the sudden, all the anger I held vanished in her embrace. "It's all going to be okay Hiccup."

Hearing my name even from her heavenly voice still put me on edge. Another surge of anger towards my father boiled to the surface. "Don't call me that!" I snapped at her before recoiling. 'Now I've done it, I shouldn't take out my frustrations on her,' I thought to myself. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"What's wrong with your name?" she asked.

"Ever since I was little I was told my name was that way to scare away trolls, but when I turned 13 I found a book that said that babies who are born weak and believed to die young or never amount to anything are called Hiccups, that's all I've ever been to them, and if I'm no longer one of them, I don't want to be called that anymore."

"Oh," she said, "Well have you thought of a new name?" she asked curiously.

"No, do you have any ideas?"

"You want me to name you?" she asked with a sort of laugh.

"You've made me the happiest I've ever been in my whole life in just a week, I'd be happy with anything you come up with," I reassured her.

She stopped gave it a thought and said, "What about Hakon?"

"One who rules?" I ask.

"Well you are the alpha," she says.

"Okay Tyra, Hakon it is," I say snuggling into her embrace.

"You do realize no one other than me will call you that right?" Tyra asked.

"Yeah, but it's still nice," I responded, "I'm sorry for going off like that, you didn't deserve…"

"It's okay, the anger is just a normal part of the mating process," she said reassuringly.

"What?!" I shouted in shock, "But we haven't even."

"I know," she said will a slight look of embarrassment, "But we are."

"How?"

"Our union was blessed by Lord Loki himself."

"So, the anger?"

"While justified was amplified by your mating instincts, it gets easier or so I've heard."

"Heard?" I asked.

"Well, Night Furies mate for life, and I've never met the right one before," she said beginning to hide her face a little.

'Wait does that mean she wants to? No, she couldn't it's probably just the blessing of Loki, her choice is gone so she has to settle for me,' I thought to myself. "I'm sorry I've taken your choice away," I apologized.

"What are you talking about?" Tyra asked confused.

"If I hadn't shot you down you could've chosen your mate and now, you're stuck with me."

"That's not how it works," Tyra said with a giggle, "Lord Loki's blessing didn't come till after you turned into a dragon, and it wouldn't have worked if there weren't mutual feelings to begin with." As she finished, she realized she had admitted to liking me as much as I liked her.

I wasn't sure what to do, but something inside me told me to kiss her. I pulled her face out of her wings and brought hers up to mine licking her mouth before it opened allowing our tongues to dance against each other. I could feel my erection growing and stopped embarrassed, trying to hide it. As I pulled away, I could tell she was as flustered as I was, I wanted to pounce on her now and… 'No, no, control yourself,' I thought to myself. "We should probably head back," I said, "It is getting dark and Gorm and Yrsa will be done soon."

We came back and soon enough the two came out. They took the time to enjoy their food. "So, how was it?" Tyra asked.

"It took a while, the good news is the cave walls were and are still very sturdy," Gorm replied.

"We managed to make around 5 rooms altogether," Yrsa added before turning to me, "Your room is the first one, and it's the largest we dug out. All the others are roughly the same size, except for mine and Gorm's."

As they ate their food something occurred to me: five rooms, there are seven of us. If I didn't misinterpret her comment, she and Gorm were bunking together, and most likely me and Tyra were… 'I don't know if I'm ready for this,' I thought to myself, 'I mean she likes me, and I like her, but I don't know if she's ready for that, or if I'm ready for that…' My mind was going a million miles an hour wondering how it was going to be before Tyra noticed my panicking and put her wing over my back, which calmed me. Soon the sun was set, and we went back into the caverns to sleep.