Hello lovely reader of Wattpad!

I'm excited to embark on this journey with you for this new HTTYD fanfic! Woot woot! I very much hope that the HTTYD fandom is gone quite yet, because I'm certainly not over it!

This story is going to be my closest interpretation of the forth film as possible, is there was a third film. So no graphic scenes. Nothing that wouldn't be in the orginal.

Also to make this have more sense. The only thing that isn't Canon in this story is the eplogue at the end of HTTYD 3, and the Christmas Special "HTTYD: Homecoming" so the kids have yet to meet dragons! I hope you enjoy this story! : )


This is Berk...

Or the new version of our beloved Village, I should say. Granted, lots of the vikings that once ruled this island with an ironed fist, are now being "ruled" by the next generation. Our children. Never thought I'll say that.

"Hey, excuse me!"

"Pardon me!"

"Trying to get through here!"

A young girl squeezes past a group of vikings twice her height. Her hair wisping off her shoulders, as she almost drops the notebook she was holding. Getting mud on it from the fellow vikings, heavy boots.

That girl over there is Zephyr. You guessed it, Zephyr Haddock. People always say she's like a splitting imagine of myself, but I begged to differ. Sure, she has my hair and my personality, but she every bit resembles her mother. The true beauty she possesses.

"Come on, Nuff! We're going to be late!" Zephyr exclaimed as she passed her younger brother, who was busy throwing his axe at a hard stone on the ground, but he wasn't paying much attention to what he was doing. His eyes were rather focused on a young girl that was a few feet ahead of him. Without much focus, he almost sliced his finger on the axe. He winced in surprise, not so much of pain. His mother did always tell him to be one with the axe and keep an eye on the target. He just hoped no one will rat him out to his very agreesive and stern mother.

"Wait, that's today! It's the 19th already?" Nuffink asked as he placed his axe down next to his left foot. He flipped his blonde hair out of his face with his fingers. Zephyr rolled her eyes and jogged over to her younger brother and gripped his axe and handed it back to him.

"Yes, it's today! Let's go!" She grunted and she roughly released the axe into her brothers hand.

They both took off jogging towards city Square. Where older vikings are moving two and fro with wheel barrels, and crates. Zephyr grabbed Nuffink's hand and led them through the village.

That kid over there, the blonde one. Yeah he's our son. Nuffink Haddock. Don't question his name. It's a long story. We need to have one viking-est name in the family and I wasn't going to let him be "Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the forth."

The two children made it into the little tent that was placed near the side of the great hall. Zephyr and Nuffink made there way into the tent as quietly as they can. Not disturbing anyone inside all too much.

They crouched on the ground to make them seem smaller and more invisible.

They sat next to a group of kids that were closest to thier ages.

"About time you guys showed up! Thought you fell down a hill again!" Liv Ingerman spoke. The daughter of Fishlegs and Ruffnut. Yup, you guessed it! They actually got married. As unusual as a couple they may seem, they actually make some pretty cool kids. Along with Liv's twin sister, Hilda. Whose much more feminine and had a short, layered bob and a fitted blue shirt. A more stylish and feminine version of her twins outfit.

"That was one time, and I was pushed! Thanks alot, Hilda!" Zephyr spoke in a harsh whisper, leaning over the isle of chair to make eye contact with the Ingerman twin. Making Hilda lean over as well and jokingly winked at her with a click of her tongue.

"Glad to see you guys!" The larger man spoke in the front of the room. Fishlegs Ingerman, who was staring at the two Haddock kids who arrived rather late, but Fishlegs was too much of a kind soul to say anything assertive or negative about their tardiness.

"Lost track of time, Mr. Fishlegs. Sorry about that!" Zephyr slightly giggled as she scratched the back of her head and looked away. A habit that she's been told she inherited from her father. Who still does that sometimes, she noticed.

"You just like your father." He spoke with a smile. This comment alone almost made the girl roll her eyes. If she had a coin for everytime she's been told that, she'll be rich. She never saw such a resemblance between her and her father. Maybe except her clumsiness and maybe her obsession with learning and reading but that's where she feels the similarities end. All she sees of her father is an average, middle aged chief that doesn't hold any significant qualities. Maybe except his peg leg but she never questioned it. She grew with her dad's missing leg, so she never took it into consideration. Yes, she loves and appreciate her father very much, along with her mother... and her brother sometimes, but she can't help but feel offended when people compare her so much to her father. Yes, he's the chief but she's been told that her dad was an outcast for most of his life and his mom was rather the opposite. She was a warrior queen since she could lift an axe, which she's been told could happen when she was only three.

Why? Why can't she be compared to her mom more? She wished she inherited her fighting skills and strength, because in New Berk, strength is everything around here...

Fishlegs pulled up a PowerPoint for the younger generation of vikings, and skipped through the black and white slides.

Fishlegs and the council agreed that it'll be a good idea if the children will be taught about dragons even though they never experienced life with dragons. It's almost like a history class for the young vikings. Classes only started last week and lots of kids have short attention spans, so it takes alot of effort to get through just one lesson.

"Next up is..." Fishlegs pulled up a realistic drawing of a Skrill. Making the children gasp slightly.

"The Skrill! Now, does anyone know the class of this dragon?" The man asked.

The kids were silent. Class? What class?

Fishlegs cleared his throat and showed the next slide, stating the meaning of a class of dragons.

"A skrill is in the strike class, and the fire type is lightning." He showed another picture of the dragons upper face.

"The abilities this dragon possesses is Electrokinese and is immune to electric eels, which are poisoness to most dragons."

The light from the projector gleamed it's way off of the kids eyes and skin. The light making Zephyr's fair skin and freckles stand out more. Her blue eyes shinning and shimmery.

"I want a skrill!"

"Me too!"

Several kids exclaimed excitingly to the news of the very powerful war machine, making Fishlegs smile at the looks of passion on the kids faces.

"You know what dragon is just as cool?" Fishlegs spoke as he showed a picture of a small Gronkel. The kids remained silent.

"Why would anyone want a Gronkel? It looks like a Bumble bee. Not very intimating." A kid in the second row exclaimed. Some other kids nodding along. A look of shock and rather offense ran over Fishleg's face.

"Well, I'll have you know, they are in the Boulder class and are immune to dragon root. Which is another dragon poison-"

"Eh! I don't know! Still seems lame to me!" A kid shrugged back in his seat. Other kids slightly laughing and agreeing.

The sound of Fishlegs trying to back up his claim faded into the background for Zephyr, as the blonde boy who sat in front of her turned his head towards her. She froze up seeing his dark brown, chocolate eyes, with some lightness to it. His blonde wavy hair shaped his face and his already developing jaw line at 17 years old. An older man too. Axel Larson...

"So what dragon would you want?" Axel asked with a small smile. As Zephyr shook out of reality, she opened her mouth to answer, until the louder and crazier girl twin answered first.

"I heard about the hideous Zippleback yesterday from my mom! She said that they are by far the "awesomest" dragon to date!" Liv spoke leaning over the table. "Has mom ever told you about grammar?" Hilda spoke as she knocked her sister's arm off the table, making her glare at the similar looking girl.

"I saw a few drawings of deadly Nadders the other day. They looked cool, I guess." El Eretson spoke as she placed her book down. El is the daughter of Eret and Saige, who is a women that recruited into the Hooligan tribe a few years after the dragons left. Lots of people took a liking to her, and as you can tell, Eret very much took a liking to the beautiful young Maiden.

El is a very shy but sometimes snarky 14 year old girl. She's that kind of girl who would rather be by herself, picking small flowers to put in her hair, or turn them into book marks.

"I think that's the dragon mom had!" Nuffink stated as he turned towards El but slightly avoided eye contact. He's in that phase where he's interested in girls and starting to figure out that not all girls have cooties, but still almost wets himself if a pretty girl tries to talk to him.

Zephyr looked over at Axel, seeing him look in her direction first. Making her blush slightly.

"I don't understand the big deal about dragons. I read books that grandpa Stoick has wrote years ago, and he said that dragons are monsters and we've been at war with them for many years. Why are we being forced to learn about them?" Zephyr asked, with a shrug of her shoulders.

"I thought you like learning about dragons." Nuffink questioned.

Zephyr turned her head towards him. "I do... I think they are fascinating creatures but I wouldn't want to meet one! They'll scare the life out of me and send me to Valhalla." She spoke with a slight giggle

She felt her hand being covered by the young boy sitting in front of her still.

"Don't worry. We can take them together." Axel said with a smile. Showing off his adorable dimples. Zephyr could feel her cheeks heat up and she tried so hard to control her quick breathing and fluttering heart.

"Zephyr and Axel, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N- Ow!" Liv exclaimed, as she got elbowed in the side by her annoyed twin.

Thank Gods, for Hilda sometimes...

"Alright guys! We'll pick this up next week!! I'll get you on the Gronkel side!" Fishlegs exclaimed as the kids in the front row groaned and left the tent.

Fishlegs was still in the front, packing up his slides from the presentation. A piece of paper slide out from under him and he didn't seem to notice.

Zephyr caught a quick glimpse of the piece of paper and went to pick it up, after telling the other kids to go on without her.

"Hey, Mr. Fishlegs! I think you dropped this." Zephyr spoke, shyly as she looked closer at the piece of paper in her clutches.

Fishlegs turned around and saw what the girl was holding.

"Oh thank you, Zephyr. He spoke, as he went to take the paper from her hands.

"What dragon is this?" She asked as she saw the dark creature, with a wide wing span. Fishlegs looked down at her and sighed.

"That's..." He took a quick pause. Looking like he was debating whether to tell her now, or wait till later.

"That's a Night Fury." He said simply.

Why does that sound familiar?

Nightfury?

"What class is a Nightfury in?" Zephyr asked, with hints of shyness.

Fishlegs looked around for a quick second.

"He's in the strike class, same as the Skrill. Don't worry, Zephyr. We'll go over everything next week." Fishlegs said as he lightly took the paper from the girls and packed up his satchel.

"How come I don't hear about Nightfuries?" Zephyr pressed on. Probably bothering the older man, but she didn't care.

"There aren't many out there. Why don't you ask your father about them. He'll know. He probably knows more then I do." Fishlegs spoke with a smile and he waved goodbye to her and left the room.

Zephyr was still standing there, weighting her options. She would ask her dad, but the only problem is, her dad is insanely busy right now. Busier then normal. Winter is just around the corner and he's been having alot of trading meetings with different tribes, and could hardly catch a break.

He'll just have to make time. She usually never bothers him while he's working, but she hasn't had a proper conversation with him in a week. Well, she'll lightly press on and see what happens.


"Hey dad!"

"Dad?"

Zephyr asked, standing behind her father who was talking to Leif, the traider from the east docks.

Her father only ignored her.

Or he plainly just didn't hear her... which she doubted.

"Hey dad! Hey dad! Hey dad! Hey dad! Hey dad! Hey--"

"What do you want, Zephyr?!" Hiccup finally snapped as he turned into the direction of his daughter. His emerald green eyes locked on her blue crystals. The first thing she noticed was the bags under his eyes. She never seen him up close like this for about a week. So she never noticed this before.

"I have a questions about--"

"Whatever it is, it'll have to wait, Zeph. I'm working on--

"Why don't you ever tell me about Nightfuries?"

Why don't you just--"

He stopped suddenly. Realizing her question. He really didn't know how to respond. Why hasn't he taught her about Nightfuries? When he rode his beloved Nightfury over 20 years ago, no one can get him to shut up about those flying reptiles. Now that they are gone for good, and have been for a while... he seemed to have lost interest..

"Zephyr, we'll talk about this some other time... go back to the house." Hiccup spoke in a low voice. Astrid calls it his "chiefly voice." It's the voice he uses when he wants people to believe he's serious and not being his usual sarcastic self.

Zephyr bit her lip for a second and looked down. She still had the drawing of a nightfury in her hands. She soon turned around and headed back to her big house on the top of the hill.

Hiccup sighed deeply. Feeling bad for snapping at his daughter in front of some bystanders, but he's been more stressed then ever. He told her that they'll talk later but he never knew when later will come. It could be tomorrow, or a week from now. He really didn't know. But Astrid and even Gobber told him that he's going to have to make time for his kids. One way or another.