Hey lovely readers! Got another update coming ya way! This is more lighthearted then last chapter but still a tad bit angsty! Hope you enjoy!

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It was the next morning, and New Berk was usually up at the crack of dawn. It could be 7am, and you'll hear the sounds of saws, and the creaking of wagons across the cobblestone.

The council are usually the ones who have to be up the earliest. Which usually includes Hiccup, of course, Astrid, Eret, Fishlegs, Gobber, Spitelout, Snotlout, unfortunately, and the twins will sometimes exclaim opinions but are usually not listened too.

The great hall was serving breakfast. The tables are usually separated by age group. The kids, the teens, the adults and the seniors. Some times the last two will merge. It doesn't get separated on purpose, that's just usually how the people prefer it.

As Hiccup walks in, he sees the original gang sitting together and laughing. Even Astrid was there. She must be taking a break from her daily weapon lessons for the children. The twins were seen making a ruckus as always. It's almost like nothing has changed over the past twenty years.

Astrid's eyes averted upwards as she saw her husband walk through the doors. His prosthetic squeaking louder then normal. Announcing his presents.

Hiccup took a seat next to Astrid. She scooted over to make room for him. He placed his arms around her back, due to the lack of space. Fishlegs waved to chief and Hiccup nodded at him. He was too busy thinking about his two children. Is it bad that he doesn't know where they are exactly right now? He knows they are fully capable of strolling around the village by themselves, especially since they don't have any dragons to escape on. That being said, when he was 15, he would always escape to any place he could find. With or without his dragon.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a thud on the back of his head. It startled him, making him turn around. It was the orginal Thorstand twins throwing food at one another. As the chief turned around, the twins stop in their last position. Arms raised and in a throwing pose. A greasy fish was sliding down Ruffnut's face, covering one of her eyes. Tuffnut straightened up slightly.

"Oh hiya, Chief. Didn't see you there!" Tuffnut spoke, until he got hit in the face with the fish that was once on his twins. Hiccup just smirked at them. Some things never change. Even at 39 years old.

Then out of nowhere, another fish was flung from the table opposite of them. Everyone asserted their eyes towards the cause of the flying fish.

They saw the new generation of mutton heads. Hilda and Liv Ingerman.

Liv smiled sheepishly at the older vikings. Her twin sister just rolled her eyes and backed up. Trying to not get involved, even though she was shown with a wooden spoon in her hand, ready to be thrown. She dropped it, and suddenly pulled her sister's hair, making Liv fall off the chair. She got up on her knees instantly, and slapped Hilda back with a chuckled, at seeing her sister's shocked face. So Hilda just responded with a firm push, making her fall back again.

"Quite it!" Hilda announced as Liv slapped her with another fish.

"Girls. Settle down!" Fishlegs shouted from the other table, once the girls started chasing eachother around the hall.

"Sorry, dad!" Hilda spoke, slightly turning her head, to face her father, but still chasing her twin sister. But Ruffnut was busy betting on which of her children would win. Earning a hard glare from Fishlegs.

Suddenly, the doors of the great hall opened abruptly. Revealing a tall, muscular man. Eret, son of Eret.

It was snowing at this point, so the man was brushing off the snow from his shoulders and shaking out his coat. He quickly closed the door to block out the cold air.

Saige was the first to walk up to him and she wrapped her arms around his neck, and shared a kiss with her husband. They are a very adorable couple, and everyone can tell how madly in love they are.

"How was the scouting?" Astrid asked, as the man trotted over to the table with the main council. Fishlegs scooted over slightly to he can sit down.

Eret and a few other men, were sent to check out the perimeter of the archipelago, to make sure no threat was on their way. When the dragons lived on Berk, he was sent every other day, but now, he only goes every month. You never know what could happen. But of course, it takes much longer to scout out the perimeter on boat, rather then a dragon.

"Nothing to report. We haven't seen anything that could be a mild threat for years." Eret grunted as a fresh fish was past his way.

"It's better to be safe then sorry." Hiccup muttered. Knowing that statement was most likely directed towards him, since he called the shots. A few other council members nodded in agreement.

"Ari is already talking about wanting to be an explorer! He's written about it in his journals. He's already quite the explorer." Eret chuckled, as he put his arm around his wife, lovingly.

"Well our twins wants to be just like their mother! They already have a few teeth missing from their rough housing. I'm so proud!" Ruffnut, jokingly wiped an invisible tear off her face with her index finger, and a hand on her heart. A sniff for emphasis.

"Odin, help us." Fishlegs mumbles, with a shake of his head. Making the other members laugh slightly.

"Sorry, my dear sister, but I think Liv got her aggression from me!" Tuffnut came over with a grin and wrapped his arm around his twin. "Oh, please." Ruffnut scoffed, as she shrugged his arm off.

"When ever I babysat, which you never let me do without it being supervised, which kind of demolishes the definition of "babysitting," Tuffnut spoke, matter of factly. "I always taught them to just be idiots and to never think before doing! Now look how they turned out!" Tuffnut said, as he pointed to the two girls. Liv slamming her head against a door, and Hilda, being the one who keeps slamming the door shut...

Tuffnut smiled, and sighed, greatfully.

"I'm such a proud uncle!" Tuffnut sniffed.

"What about you, Snotlout?" Astrid asked the Jorgensen as he looked up from his meal.

"What about me?" He asked, rather roughly. Not liked to be spoken too before he's done eating.

"When are you going to settle down and marry? You're not getting any younger." She smirked, and shrugged her shoulders.

Snotlout just straightened up and cleared his throat.

"Sorry Astrid, but the Snotman, can't just settle for one ironed Maiden. I need a little adventure in my life. But you lost your chance." Snotlout shrugged with a smirk.

Astrid tried to hold back a gag. Even after all these years, she still gets disgusted with his flirting. Even though now, it's mainly joking since he knows she's been married to Hiccup for many years now. He's not trying to be a homewrecker, and Hiccup doesn't seem to care. He's knows his friend has mellowed out over the years.

"Sorry Snotlout, but I decided I wanted to be chieftain. That's why I married this one legged, doofus over here." She stated as she wrapped both arms around Hiccup's neck, making him zone back into the conversation. He noticed he's been quiet for a while.

"You lost your chance, Astrid. I'm telling ya." He smirked once again, as Hiccup and Astrid gave him a semi joking, glare.

"Hiccup, that reminds me." Fishlegs stated, making the couple turn their heads towards him.

"Where are your kids? They usually never miss breakfast in the great hall." The man stated. Hiccup and Astrid turned their heads again towards the kids table. They saw Ari and El Eretson. Saige and Eret's kids, of course. Hilda and Liv Ingerman were running around somewhere, but the man was right. His two kids were the one's missing.

Hiccup didn't want to say he doesn't know where they are. That'll make him look like an irresponsible parent. But sometimes, even after 15 years, he is. Especially balancing his chiefly duties with his family duties.

"Oh, they just decided to go to the cove. Some fresh air." Astrid simply said. Why didn't he think of that? He knows that she's lying too. She probably doesn't know exactly where they are, but she doesn't seemed worried. They are pretty responsible for their ages, and again, Berk, or New Berk, has gotten much more safer since the dragons left. That is one good thing about it.

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"What are we doing here?" Nuffink groaned, as he dragged his small axe on the ground. Leaving a trail of dirt behind.

"Do you want to practice your axe throwing or not?" Zephyr asked, as she scrapped an "X" on a tree to mark it as a bullseye.

"Well, yeah! But not this early! I haven't gotten my 12 hours of rest to be fully functional for the day." Nuffink yawned, as he rubbed his eyes. Just like he did when he was a kid.

"You need 12 hours of sleep?" Zephyr deadpanned.

"Uh, yeah! How else do you think I get all the ladies? It's my beauty rest!" He smiled, smuggly.

Zephyr raised an eyebrow at him and snatched his axe.

"What ladies? I don't see any ladies banging down our door. Unless it's a women whose house got caught on fire, and we're the next house over." Zephyr rolled her eyes. The look on Nuffink's face made Zephyr almost burst into a fit of giggles. He looked so offended.

"That hurt." He muttered, with a hand on his chest. Trying to be dramatic.

"Please, the only girl who you want to bang on our door is El--"

"That's not true!" Nuffink replied, rather quickly. Just proving her point.

"Come on, we see the way you look at her! You're in love!" Zephyr said, in a fake, lovey- dovey voice, and fluttered her eyes lashes.

"No I'm not! Gods! Why are you so irritating?" He groaned, as he threatened to throw a rock at her, but she just snickered.

"What about you and Axel?" Nuffink asked as he girl turned her head.

"What about him?" She asked rather obviously.

"You say I'm in love? Everyone can see your face turn red everytime he talks to you--"

"It's hot out!"

"It's in the middle of winter, Zeph!" Nuffink deadpanned.

Zephyr stopped shortly, with her mouth opened. Not knowing how else to respond. Luckily Nuff spoke instead.

"So, why are you here again?" He asked.

Zephyr rolled her eyes at her clueless brother.

"We're training!" She hissed as she backed up from the tree she marked with an "X" a little while ago.

She counted to three under her breath and threw the smaller axe at the bullseye but missed completely, and landed on the tree behind it.

"That's good for a first try--"

"Shut it, Nuff." She grumbled.

She took the axe off the tree and kept missing.

And missing.

And missing.

And missing.

At this point, Nuffink was laying against a rock, head knocking against it with a thud every few seconds. Zephyr was sweating and her arm was sore and in slight pain. She could feel the growing callous on her palms, but she pushed it away.

"Zeph, it's late. We should probably get home for dinner." Nuffink spoke, as he got up from his seat for the last few hours and made his way over to his slightly trembling sister.

"No! I almost got it!"

"You can always try again tomorrow."

"No! I have to do this!"

"You don't have to be our mother!" Nuffink spurted out. That response caught Zephyr off guard.

"What?" She asked simply.

Nuffink sighed deeply. Wishing he hadn't said the last comment so he won't have to explain himself.

"So what if you struggle to throw an axe? You have lots of other qualities! You're definitely the smarter one out of all of us! You really know how to trick us and win every time when we play "Maces and Talons." The younger one, mentioned. Making his older sister turn away.

"That doesn't have to do with smarts, Nuff." She deadpanned, once again.

"See! I wouldn't of known that!" He pointed out. Zephyr gives him credit though. She knows his heart is in the right place. She smiles greatly.

"You're an idiot." She said, plainly. "But brains don't matter here. It's all about brawns. That's what I read about in grandpa's journals." Zephyr turned back around, so she's facing the target tree.

"Who cares about his journals?! Dad told us those are very out dated! Besides, dad isn't all that tough. He's very much a... pacitist?" Nuffink questioned.

"pacifist." Zephyr corrected.

"Yeah! That! He's all brains, no brawn. Yet, he's respected by everyone in the Hooligan tribe. He's been chief for years. I don't know why you--"

"Because dad never told us why he's such a hot shot! He never done anything that significant! All he does is help feed his tribe like every chief does! So special! I hate being compared to him. I want people to look at me and see that I'm a real viking! Not some low life female heir who has nothing to offer!" Zephyr snapped.

Nuffink looked at her with a looked of shock and confusion. Does she really think that way about herself? About her dad? Why though? Nuffink may not know the extent of his father's history, but he has a feeling it's pretty immaculate.

"If you want to meet our parents for dinner, fine. Go on. I'll meet you at the house later." Zephyr stated, still having a tight grip on the axe, that was originally her brothers.

Before Nuffink could respond, his sister was already throwing her axe once again, with a loud grunt!

The blonde boy sighed sadly. Not knowing what else to say. He just turned around and headed home. Feeling his sister's emotions of exhaustion and anger, rub off on him.

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Another update! Woohoo! I'm usually no good at update consistently, so I'm proud lolll! I know it seems very angst right now, but you'll see some lighthearted chapters as well! Later on, you'll most likely see some Hiccup, Tuffnut and Snotlout moments. The trio we never knew we needed! Haha, and some Astrid and Ruffnut moments. I'm also trying to fit Valka in here cause yes, she does exist in this book, I just had no chance to write her yet! Loll! I hope you enjoyed! I'm unfortunately going to get hit by that category 4 hurricane thats hitting Florida next week so I probably won't be able to post until further notice because of the power going out! I'll see what happens! Thanks for reading!!