(A/N: For the record, this will not be an episode parallel chapter, this is my own original chapter. I'm not sure how it'll turn out or how long it'll be, but I'm hoping it turns out good.

Without going into specific detail, I can tell you that it's definitely going to be very interesting for both Helene and Smog. Her Terrible Terror, Twirl, will, from this point until otherwise, become a major, major character in the development of both of them, Smog in particular. That's all I can say for now.)

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It's been a couple of weeks since the riders got their Terrible Terrors for the 'competition'. They had been doing a lot of training with them since then, Hiccup and Fishlegs were even talking about a 'secret project', but they weren't talking to the others about it.

It was the perfect opportunity for them to learn about other dragons, even if they were only Terrible Terrors. It did allow them to practice with dragons that were besides their own, which was an advantage for them in case they were separated.

While some of the riders bonded more with their Terrors, others, namely Snotlout, were not bonding as well. Helene had a good relationship with Twirl, but she's started to notice that she and Smog were spending a lot of time together and she almost felt left out because they spend more time together than with her.

It wasn't long before she was able to figure out why that is. How she figured it out was not how anyone would have expected.

One morning, she arose from her slumber and sat up in her bed to look around her room. When she did, she noticed that Twirl wasn't with her on the bed. She looked around and saw her lying on the floor, her eyes barely open and she was breathing heavily.

She got out of bed and picked her up from the floor, almost in a similar manner to how one would hold a baby. Smog went from his nest over to them and flew up just high enough to be level with Twirl.

"Twirl, can you hear me?" she inquired, caressing her with a finger, hoping for a response or a reaction. "Twirl."

When she got nothing besides closed eyes and little movement, she left her room and stood in the middle of the house. Smog followed her out, a little smoke was coming out of his mouth, which sometimes happens when he gets anxious.

"Astrid! Astrid, are you up there?" she called out to her.

"Astrid's already left, dear," Mrs. Hofferson answered her, coming out of another room with a basket full of loaves of bread.

"Where did she go?" she asked.

"I'd assume she went to your dragon academy," she said. "She said something about Hiccup and Terrible Terrors." She then saw her holding Twirl in her arms, "What's wrong with your Terror? Is she alright?"

"I found her lying on the floor and she's not responding to me," she replied.

"Maybe she's just hungry." She picked up one of the loaves she brought out and handed it to her. "Try this."

"Take it, Smog," she told him and he did so. "Hold it near her mouth."

He got in close with the bread, almost touching her with it. Both held their breath, hoping she would respond to the scent of it and eat it and eventually she did, although it was only a single bite, and not a very big one.

She didn't take another one, instead she did the opposite. She turned her body onto its side and limply rested her head by the neck on her wrist, her face looking down at the floor, and vomited.

She looked at Mrs. Hofferson apologetically, "Sorry about that, I'll clean it up for you."

She waved her hand, "Not to worry, I'll clean it myself, you go find Astrid and figure out what's wrong with your dragon."

She nodded and ran out the door, tightly holding Twirl her arms to keep her stable. Smog spit out the bread that was still in his mouth and followed them out of the house.

She took her to the Academy where she caught the other riders just in time. They were strapping on the saddles onto their dragons and were about to leave for some kind of exercise.

"Guys, we have a big problem!" she shouted, she was out of breath from all of the running she did.

"What is it, Helene?" Hiccup asked.

"Did your dragon die?" Snotlout gibed. She glared at him and snapped her fingers, Hookfang's body ignited when he saw that and his riders screamed in pain as he looked for water.

"It's my Terror, Twirl, I think she's sick," she told Hiccup.

He looked at the red Terrible Terror in her arms and saw how lethargic she was. His logical mind caused him to ask, "Has she eaten anything today?"

"I tried feeding her, but she threw up," she answered.

"Fishlegs, is there anything about sickness in Terrible Terrors in the book of dragons?" he questioned.

He took out the book and looked through it, "No, Terrors are known to be attracted to certain flowers that could cause an allergic reaction, but not much else."

"So, then if it's not an illness or an allergy, what could it be?" she inquired.

He held his chin and came up with a suggestion, "Why don't we take her to Gobber? Let's see if he can figure this out."

Astrid came up to her, "I'll go with you."

"I'll go, too," Fishlegs came up to her as well with the book of dragons in hand.

Together, along with Hiccup and Toothless, they went into town and looked for Gobber. They found him tending to the rotten tooth of a Monstrous Nightmare.

"Gobber, when you're done, we need you to look at my Terror," Helene told him.

"Okay, I'll be done in a minute," he replied. "I'll meet you back at my shop."

They went to his shop and waited outside of it for him to return. The wait was short-lived and he led them into his shop so that they could talk about her sick dragon.

"Now, what appears to be the problem?" he asked.

"I don't know, she's sluggish and she vomited when I tried to feed her," she explained.

He turned his back to them and started shuffling around some items on a table. "Why don't we try an old family recipe my great-aunt showed me?"

When he was done, he held a bowl with a moldy green liquid in it. It might have been her imagination, but whatever it was had a pungent garlicky smell.

She grimaced and covered her nose, "What is it?"

"Garlic mostly," he answered, "don't ask about the other ingredients."

'Don't worry, I won't,' she thought.

He gave it to her and she held it up to Twirl, trying to get it as close as possible without dropping her. The little dragon could smell the pungent scent of Gobber's potion, but it was so overpowering to her that she could do nothing but vomit again, which ended up in the fluid in the bowl and on the floor.

She grimaced again and set the bowl down, "I don't think she likes it."

He scratched the side of his head, "Well, this is really confusing. My great-aunt's recipe always works, but it seems to have made her worse."

"Maybe we should take her Gothi," Hiccup suggested. "Maybe she'll know what to do."

They left Gobber in his shop and left for Gothi's hut above the village. Fishlegs got left behind for a minute while he wrote down Twirl's sensitive nose in the book of dragons.

Once they made it up to her hut, she directed them inside and had Helene set her down on a pillow. She opened her mouth to look at her tongue and her eyelids to look at her eyes, she even raised her wings to inspect them and in between her toes as well.

When she was done, she wrote down her observations and opinions in the dirt with her staff. Fishlegs read it out loud, "She says she doesn't think she's sick, but she doesn't know what it could be, although she does have an idea."

"Okay, so what is it?" Helene asked.

Gothi wrote down something and Fishlegs read it again, "She says to turn her onto her back."

She nodded and carefully picked up Twirl and placed her onto her back so that her stomach was facing up. When she did, she saw that Twirl's stomach suddenly looked bigger than it did just a few minutes ago, as if a stone had been stuffed underneath her skin and scales.

She put her skinny hand on her stomach and gently pressed down in some areas. For the most part, she got no reaction, that was until she touched a certain spot and Twirl suddenly shot a fireball at her. Fortunately for Gothi, Toothless used his wing to block it, stopping it from hitting and hurting her.

"Are you alright, Gothi?" Hiccup questioned. She nodded.

She then started to write in the dirt again and, once again, Fishlegs read it out loud, "She says she thinks she knows what's wrong with Twirl."

"Okay, what is it?" Astrid inquired.

She wrote down what it was and to say that it shocked them was an understatement. None more so than Helene, who suddenly felt like she was about to faint.

They were now back at the Academy and told Snotlout and the twins everything that had happened. They even told them what Gothi had to say about Twirl's situation.

Snotlout, being himself, burst out into laughter, "I'm- I'm sorry! I just can't believe it! Your dragon's going to be a mommy!"

Astrid, fed up with this, punched him in the face, "Are you kidding me, Snotlout?! Your friend's dragon is pregnant and that's all you have to say! You're damn lucky if I don't cover you in chum and throw you into the ocean!"

"Hey, if you won't, I will," Ruffnut casually mentioned.

Tuffnut raised his hand eagerly, "Me too! Do it to me, too!"

Hiccup slapped himself in the face, "Guys, please focus."

Snotlout scoffed, "Why? It's not our problem, or our dragon, it's hers."

Helene frowned and left the Academy with her two dragons. Astrid ran out and caught up with her before she could get too far.

"Wait, where are you going, Hele?" she asked.

"Home," she responded in a quiet voice. "Twirl needs rest and I need to process all of this."

With rather slight steps, she made her way home and went into her room. She set Twirl onto her bed and left to go out to the well with a bowl in hand. She sent a bucket down into it and pulled it back up, putting the bowl into the water and filling it. She took the bowl back to her room and left the bucket by the well.

Using a spoon she took from the table, she poured water into Twirl's mouth. According to Gothi, it would take a while for her to have enough strength to be able to eat and drink on her own, at least a few hours, if not a full day.

She eventually set the bowl and spoon aside and just continued to sit there, as if frozen. Smog had gone straight to his nest when they got home, he got down from it and went over to his trainer. He jumped onto the bed and nudged her, he laid down beside her when he got no reaction from her.

He faced Twirl and watched as she slept, she looked so peaceful, but he could sense how stressful she was, although he also could feel it gradually dwindling. He stood up and went over to her, nudging her slightly before going back to Helene.

He was able to sense how she felt as well, he might not be as intelligent as Toothless, but he could understand human emotions, especially those of his trainer and closest friend. And he could tell that she was very concerned and also confused.

This concern and confusion had to do with Twirl and her unexpected and unexplained pregnancy. Concerned because she wasn't sure how to care for a pregnant dragon, nor did she know anything about dragon gestation. And confused because Twirl clung to her and Smog like glue for weeks, how would she have the time to even get pregnant in the first place?

Smog couldn't help her with the former, but he did know exactly how the latter happened. The only trouble was how to find a way to explain it to her.

He used his smoke to get her attention and went back to Twirl and nudged her again. He then got down from the bed and went to the window sill, jumping onto it. Unfortunately, she was unable to understand or interpret what he was trying to tell her.

He tried again, this time he did a full demonstration with all of the details and movements. He went back to his and jumped onto it, then jumped down and leaped onto the bed, he then went over to Twirl and nudged her another time, and finally jumped down from the bed and onto the window sill again.

This time, she understood what he was trying to tell her, "You and her snuck out of the room together?" She put the pieces together and gasped in realization, "You got her pregnant. You're the father of her child." He looked at her with guilt in his eyes and squawked as a reply, as if to say that she was correct.

She didn't know if she could handle any more of this. She felt like fainting a little while ago, but didn't, she definitely felt like doing that now. As well as a rush of all these different and conflicting feelings.

It wasn't like she had these feelings of hatred - no, she loved her dragons - it was more like joy and a slight sense of betrayal. Did she feel that way because her dragon and best friend was going to be a parent with her other dragon? Or maybe it was something else? Maybe it wasn't either one, or maybe it was both.

While she did feel somewhat betrayed for what her dragons did behind her back, Helene gradually came to accept it. She told everyone about it and that Smog was the father of the unborn life inside of Twirl, they were just as surprised as she was - Fishlegs even physically fell to the ground - but they did everything they could to be supportive of all three of them.

Once Fishlegs was able to gather himself, he became ecstatic at the idea of a new species of dragon to study. A hybrid species between a Smothering Smokebreath and a Terrible Terror was unprecedented, they live in different environments and Smokebreaths don't tend to strain far from Breakneck Bog, while Terrors can live anywhere and in almost every type of environment, and Smog and Twirl were the parents of the first of what could become an entirely new species of dragon, perhaps proof that any dragon can live peacefully and create something terrific.

Meanwhile, Helene, Astrid, and her parents worked their hardest to make sure Twirl was comfortable during her pregnancy, which, according to Fishlegs, would last for the next three weeks. All dragons vary when it comes to the length of their gestation period and it just happens that Terrible Terrors take a whole month. Which meant that she had been pregnant for at least a week before the effects of it started to affect her.

Smog also played his part in providing for his mate and upcoming offspring. He cleared off some of the metal from the top of his nest and reused it to make it more open for her. He even went all the way to the Academy and got a spare blanket for her to sleep on, which was definitely more comfortable than cold metal, especially while her stomach continued to grow each day. It was almost too adorable to see how he does everything he could for her.

Now, her three weeks of pregnancy were almost over and her stomach was as large a honeydew melon, although Fishlegs said that the egg was supposed to be the size of her body, which meant that these last few days were going to be the most painful for her, as if they weren't already. There were days where just flexing a toe was too painful for her and she had no choice but to sleep the entire day to rid herself of the pain.

Making sure she got enough food for both herself and her offspring was a challenge all on its own. She was unable to consume certain foods because of the taste or the texture of them and she only took food from Helene and Smog, anyone else she refused. The times where she was too weak were the hardest, a thin mash made from oil and fish meat had to be made and given to her in order for anything good to get into her body.

In spite of everything that had to be done for these past weeks, Helene was excited about her dragons' offspring. Although she knew that it would take quite some time for the egg to hatch once the gestation was over, it was still an exciting thought to think about all of the possibilities of the hybrid offspring of her dragon's once it hatched. She wouldn't have to wait much longer, nor would anyone else.

Helene was awakened very early one morning - it was so early that it was still dark outside - by a shrill screech from Twirl and a worried shriek from Smog. She immediately sat up in her bed and saw her on her back and squirming with him right by her side.

She got out of bed and opened her door, calling out to Astrid, "Astrid! Astrid! Wake up! Get down here! Hurry!"

She immediately got out of bed and ran downstairs as quickly as possible, "What happened? What's wrong?"

"I think," she paused and they both flinched when there was another screech, "I think Twirl is laying her egg!"

"What?!" she shrieked. "I thought she still had two more days!"

"Apparently not," she shrugged.

They both rushed in when there was another screech from Twirl. She was squirming even more than just a minute ago and she started panting. It was obvious she was in pain, that was to be expected, but they weren't sure what to do about it.

"Maybe we should turn her onto her stomach," Astrid suggested. "That's how dragons give birth in the wild."

"Yeah, and maybe that'll make it easier," she added.

Carefully, Helene picked up Twirl and set her on her stomach. It was definitely much harder than it might sound, she continued her squirming even though she was her trainer.

"I'll get her water," Astrid told Helene. She said nothing in response and gently stroked the back of her dragon.

She went into the dining area and picked up a bucket filled with water, setting it on the table. She got a bowl and filled it with water, rushing back into Helene's room with it as fast as she could.

She handed the bowl to Helene and she in turn set it in front of her Terror. She sniffled the water before she started to drink it.

Once half the bowl was drained, she felt a powerful pain in her stomach and instinctively knew what to do. She closed her eyes tightly and clenched her jaw as she pushed, but, for some reason, her egg wasn't going through the birth canal. She's never been pregnant before, she's never had to lay an egg, but she was sure that this wasn't right.

She tried again, but it still wasn't making its way through her, it was stuck. She started to cry out in a worried and somewhat of a sickly manner.

"Astrid, something's wrong," she knelt down a little to be more level with Twirl. "I think she's having a hard time getting the egg out of her."

She went beside her and bent over to see for herself. She watched as she pushed again, but nothing happened, "You're right, she keeps pushing and nothing's happening."

"Maybe if we put her into a different environment it might help her relax," she propounded.

"It's worth a shot," she replied. "We can take her down to Stormfly's loft."

"Perfect." She carefully picked her up while muttering, "Don't snap at me, don't snap at me."

She carried her dragon in labor and ran out the door. She took her to Stormfly's loft, behind the house and set her down in a pile of hay.

Stormfly heard what she was doing and woke up to see, she watched as Helene placed Twirl in the hay. She had been pregnant once before and had a whole clutch of offspring, she could tell that something was wrong.

She went over to them and brought her head down to her, making a warbling growling sound. She sniffed her and trailed her snout down to her swollen stomach, she then started to make a relaxing rhythmic purring sound, which seemed to soothe Twirl.

She saw this and noticed how well it worked on her, "Keep it up, Stormfly."

Just a second later, Astrid and Smog came out of the house and saw what Stormfly was doing to keep her calm. Smog landed on the floor of the loft and went to her side to be there for his mate.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity of pushing, she was able to move it through the birth canal, but that was only the beginning. Now she was beginning to know what real pain feels like, if she didn't know better she would have thought she was being split in half. But she was too far to just quit, she had to keep going. She took in deep gasps and started pushing again.

She wasn't sure what to focus on more, her mate, her trainer, Astrid, Stormfly and her purring, or the intestine-tearing pain shearing through her entire body. She kept up the pushes and the egg slowly slid out of her, one painful, agonizing inch at a time.

Finally, all of her hard work paid off, the egg was out of her. It was lying on its side in the hay, as if the baby dragon still developing inside of it was trying to get comfortable for a long nap.

Twirl's scales shimmered with the sweat she was drenched in and it was obvious she was tired, she lay flat on her stomach with her limbs spread out. Smog gave her a nudge and a loving lick and she smiled at him

Stormfly backed away to give them space, she knew her job was done. She might not have known Twirl for very long or interacted with her very often but she was glad that she had a hand in helping a fellow mother.

Helene could have hushed when she saw her two dragons together, she then saw the egg that had just come out of her Terror. The shell was slick due to being covered in Twirl's bodily fluids, but it was color that really caught her eye. It was gray in color, almost the color of lead, and had a slightly irregular square pattern design in a darker gray.

She picked it up and wiped off the rods of hay that stuck to it. Astrid saw her holding the egg and looked at it for herself, also intrigued by the color and design.

"We have to show this to Hiccup," she told Helene.

The two girls arrived at the Academy together on Stormfly, something they haven't done together in a while. Twirl was still resting and Smog was with her, he wanted to make sure she was alright. They got down from her and Helene held a basket with a cloth over it.

Hiccup smiled when he saw them, "Hey, Astrid, Hele." He then noticed how tired they looked, as if they hadn't slept the whole night, "What's wrong? Why do you look so tired?"

They looked at each other and Astrid replied, "We had a long night." She looked at the cloth-covered basket, "We all did."

Toothless came up to Helene and sniffed the basket, which Hiccup quickly took notice of, "And what's in the basket?"

He lifted the cloth and was about to expose what was underneath before she stopped him. She put her hand on it and waved Toothless away, "That's a surprise, not until everyone gets here."

Before long, the other riders gradually began to arrive at the Academy. Not surprisingly, they had to wait longer for Snotlout to arrive, everyone mused that he would be late for his own funeral.

She set the basket on top of a barrel and removed the cloth, "This is what I have to show you." She took it out and held it up for all to see, it was the egg Twirl had just laid a couple of hours earlier.

"Oh, my Thor!" Fishlegs gasped, getting excited. "Is that what I think it is?"

Astrid nodded, "Yes, it is, Fishlegs."

Fishlegs went up to Helene and put a hand on the egg, "It's shaped like a Terrible Terror egg, but the pattern is similar to the texture of a Smothering Smokebreath egg."

"Big deal," Snotlout scoffed, "so your dragon laid an egg."

"Snotlout, don't you get it? This is the beginning of a whole new species of dragon!" he asserted.

Hiccup came up to her to look at the egg for himself. "I gotta say, Hele, you must be pretty excited about this. It's like Odin himself chose you to have the dragons that would together birth a new species."

She laughed, "I wouldn't go that far, Hiccup, but I am excited. I'm sure Smog and Twirl are, too."

"Speaking of which, where are they?" he asked.

"At home," she answered. "She's pretty tired and he wants to stay with her."

"We should probably get home soon," Astrid uttered, "before she wakes up."

She nodded in agreement and put it back into the basket, "She'll probably panic if she sees that her egg isn't there."

"Yeah, then she'll cry and screech until she gets it back," she joked mildly.

Helene did the same thing, "I don't know what you're complaining about, I'm the one who has to put up with it."

"Yeah, you go do that," Hiccup smiled.

They went back over to Stormfly, Astrid got onto her dragon's back first and took the basket from Helene. She climbed on herself and she gave the basket back to her. Stormfly took to the air, flying in the direction of their home.

She took them home and Helene got down with the egg, while Astrid stayed on. "I'm going back to the Academy, okay?"

She smiled up at her and nodded, "Go ahead, I'll join you later."

Astrid and Stormfly took off again and Helene went into the house. She went into her room and saw her dragons in the nest, Twirl was still sleeping.

Smog was awake and looked up at her, she pet him on his head, "How are you both doing?" He chirped softly. She set the egg next to them, "There you go."

She smiled down at them, the sight of the two parents with their unhatched offspring was simply precious. Hiccup and Fishlegs were right, this was the beginning of an entirely new species of dragon, but perhaps it was also the beginning of something else, something only destiny knows.

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(A/N: This definitely turned out to be longer than I thought. How did everyone like it? I'd love to hear some feedback. Speaking of, thanks for all of the reviews, ZarduHasselfrau, that was very nice of you. I don't get feedback very often, it's always nice when I do.

I can't wait until the egg hatches, I already have a name in mind for the hybrid species, but that's not going to be in the next chapter. No, the next chapter, and the following, will be the "A View to the Skrill" episodes. I'm still excited for them, they're some of my favorite episodes (the Skrill is my favorite dragon) and I can hardly contain myself! :D That's how excited I am!

Until then, please stick around for it. If not for me, then for the other people who do love this story.)