Thank you so much for taking the time to read, review, follow, and favorite this latest addition to my HTTYD fanfics. Here's a response to all the reviews I got so far!

Aniu16, very interesting idea. I'd imagine Stryka being curious to see the Light Fury. I think she might even be attracted to her, since she hasn't seen another of her kind in who knows how long. I'll take your suggestion into consideration.

crocodilesmile55, sorry. But I don't really plan to reboot Frozen Fire. It's not even canon anymore. I'm thinking of deleting it…

FoxyKhai0209, your request will be the next chapter. I hope to do Lani justice.

In the meantime, enjoy this sweet Zeret moment.

NOTE: I DO NOT OWN HTTYD!

Nothing Like Him

After the Berkians arrive on "New Berk"

"Funny little man, that guy…" Eret remarked as he walked away from Snotlout, the Jorgenson still going on about being demoted to "Number 2."

"Yup, Snotlout's a riot. Don't mind him, Eret. He's just annoyed that he has to stand on a barrel just so he can look you in the eye," Zenna told him, getting one of the logs from Eret and balancing it on her right shoulder.

Gobber overheard them as they passed by him and laughed. "Ah, lad's just jealous. It's not your fault you've got the body of a Norse god," he told Eret, making the former trapper blush. Gobber tipped his helmet to Zenna. "Gotta say, Zen. You sure know how to pick 'em!" he chuckled.

Zenna giggled, a light blush on her cheeks, as she glanced at Eret whose face had gone bright red. "He's complimenting you, love," she said, affectionately bumping her hip against her husband's. Eret glanced back at Gobber and offered the man a shy smile as thanks, making Gobber chuckle and wave back.

Then Gobber hollered something that made the couple stop.

"No doubt, you two are gonna have handsome lads and bonnie lasses!"

"Oh boy…" Zenna sighed, shaking her head as she saw other Vikings nod in agreement. Some even passed coins between one another, placing bets on their offspring's gender.

Glancing at Eret, Zenna saw that his lips had been pressed into a thin line and his eyebrows were knit together in annoyance – a look that always appeared on his face whenever someone asked him and Zenna when they were going to have children.

'Does he not want kids?' thought Zenna, troubled. She loved kids and she loved taking care of kids, if her constant mothering of her little brother, El, was anything to go by.

And Eret was great with kids. He always took the time to play with Kayla and all the other young ones on Berk. They flocked to him, always asking him to tell them stories, and it never failed to make Zenna smile to see Eret joining the children in their games or regaling them with tales of his sailing adventures.

But the thought of them having kids… it seemed to scare him.

She had a hunch, but she wanted Eret to tell her.

"Hey…" Setting down her burden, Zenna touched Eret's shoulder. "What do you say we check this place out?" she suggested.

Eret's troubled expression was replaced with a smile. "I do love a good hike," he said, setting down the logs and started jogging in the direction of the woods. "Try to keep up!" he laughed.

Zenna ran after him and, with a sly smile, dashed past him. "Eat my dust, Lothbrok!" she yelled, hearing her husband laugh as she ran ahead.

Exploring "New Berk" was just what the couple needed after the chaos of the mass exodus they had joined.

Zenna and Eret took their time, taking in all the sights, sounds, and smells of the island. They found a waterfall and several freshwater springs where the people could bathe and get fresh water. And, best of all, they found a meadow filled with flowers. Lying down amongst the sweet-smelling blooms, they watched the sun set.

"You know… If we don't find the Hidden World, this could be a pretty good place to establish a new village," said Eret before his face fell. "I just hope we've put enough distance between us and Grimmel…" he mumbled.

Zenna rested her head on her husband's chest. "Well, if he comes here, we'll just have to fight him." Her one violet eye hardened. "I may have dedicated my life to healing people, but, believe me, I am more than willing to forsake my Hippocratic Oath to end that monster to protect Stryka and her family," she muttered darkly.

"Don't underestimate him, Zen." Eret wrapped an arm around her. "Hiccup did that and, well, here we are. Don't get me wrong. I admire your brother and I don't doubt that he'll find a way to get us all out of this mess. But… he has to learn that… sometimes to protect people, you have to make some hard choices. Killing an enemy's one of them…" he sighed, pressing his lips to Zenna's forehead.

Zenna looked up at him. "You're still thinking about what happened with Drago, aren't you?" she asked quietly.

Eret nodded solemnly, his eyes going vacant.

Three months before they married, Eret and Zenna had ended up on another wild adventure with Hiccup and Astrid. A storm had blown in while the four of them had been on a leisurely flight, and they ended up crash landing on an island called Dragonstone… in the land of Westeros.

They met some pretty amazing people, had seen dragons they had never seen before, and had helped end a war between the Seven Kingdoms and a monstrous race of beings called White Walkers.

What they hadn't expected was to find Drago amassing a new armada in Westeros. He still had some of his dragons and soldiers, and he had struck a bargain with Cersei Lannister: help the Lion Queen end the alliance of House Targaryen and House Stark – led by Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow – and he would have Westeros' help in eliminating the Dragon Riders of Berk.

With Berk too far away for them to fly back to and rally their own troops, Hiccup, Astrid, Zenna, and Eret knew that they had to stop Drago in Westeros. So they allied themselves with Daenerys and Jon, and joined their forces in the fight against Cersei, Drago, and the Night King's forces. The war had been fierce and bloody, unlike any battles they had ever experienced, but they triumphed.

And, in a fitting twist of fate, Drago met his end at Eret's hand, his former slave stabbing him with his own bullhook.

Eret could still remember the cold feeling of his former master's main weapon in his hand as he drove it through Drago's armor and into the madman's heart. Sometimes, he woke up in the middle of the night, plagued by the image of Drago's slackjawed expression as the life drained out of him.

At the time, he felt nothing but relief and a sense of grim satisfaction. He had finally avenged both his father and Hiccup's father's deaths, and the dark shadow that had been Drago Bludvist would never threaten the world again.

But even the death of the man who had made his life a living Helheim would never take away the horrors he had experienced. And, try as he might, Eret was still afraid of Drago… but, now, for a different reason.

"I'm still afraid of him, Zen. He may be dead, but… it's like he's still haunting me. The beatings, the deprivation, the torture, my branding… they've left me scars that I don't think will ever fade. When I think about that," Sighing heavily, Eret looked up at the darkening skies. "what if I end up like him?" he asked his wife worriedly.

'So that's why he's so worried…' Zenna thought, realization dawning on her. She leaned over Eret, her face hovering over his. "You're nothing like him. And Drago wasn't even your father. Your Dad was Eret Rollo Lothbrok, and he was a good man… and so are you," she said firmly.

"I know. But what if I lose my temper? What if I end up hurting our kids? What if they end up fearing me, Zen?" Eret asked her, amber brown eyes filled with fear. "And this," He had Zenna sit up before he removed his vest and opened his tunic to reveal his branding scar. "How will I explain this to our children? How will I tell them that their own father used to trap dragons for a madman bent on global domination?"

Drawing his knees up to his chest, Eret lowered his eyes to the ground. "What if they hate me?" he asked quietly, and he felt like the scared young boy he had been when Drago had forced him into the dragon-trapping business again.

"Hey," Zenna sidled closer to her husband, resting her head against his shoulder. "They're not going to hate you, Eret. We'll tell them the truth. About what happened to your father, of what you went through for nearly 12 years… we'll tell them everything. And I'm sure that they'll understand," she reassured him.

When Eret looked at her, Zenna smiled warmly. "You're gonna be a great dad," she told him.

"You think so?" Eret felt his heart lift a little.

"I know so. You're a natural with kids, and you're so sweet and fun to be around with… Our kids are probably gonna give you something more than "Number One Dad" mugs on Father's Day," Zenna said, making Eret chuckle as he put on his vest again.

Pulling his wife closer to him, Eret tenderly kissed Zenna's cheeks. "And you're going to be a great mum," he said, nuzzling Zenna.

Zenna giggled then waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "So, when do you want us to start making some babies?" she asked with a flirtatious wink.

Eret laughed and gave her a playful shove. "Priorities, love. We have to find the Hidden World, stop Grimmel, and make sure that the people and the dragons are safe…" he grinned and leaned to whisper in Zenna's ear, "Once we get all that done… what do you say to another honeymoon?"

"I would love that," Zenna purred, kissing Eret's lips.

The stars had come out by the time Eret and Zenna left the meadow. And as they walked back to camp, they imagined a little boy and a little girl, two precious angels that looked like a mix of them both.

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