Eleven years had passed and Reynir still couldn't believe it had been that many since Cloud Jumper brought Henrik to him from wherever that Viking village was. True, the child's name was not his real one, but it worked until more clues about him arose. Henrik was smart, quick learner, artistic, and a inventive. Reynir taught him everything he could when he had the chances to do so. Reynir taught him how to speak Norse, and Dragonese. He also taught him how to read runes, old runes, and write both. Henrik was taught how to care for dragons, mainly his Night Fury and best friend, Toothless. Reynir even showed Henrik forge skills since Reynir had a small one. Henrik was taught about Vikings, that most if not all were dragon killers and he also learned some of the the customs for if he ever ended up in a situation where he had to be around them. There was so much to teach Henrik and Reynir felt like there would never be enough time to teach him everything before he passed on. After all, Henrik was already eleven and Reynir himself was sevety-seven.

Henrik was happy, and adventurous too. Reynir always found him wandering the caves of the ice nest and Toothless with him at that. The two of them hit it off really well, and today, Reynir was finally going to teach him how to fly Toothless on his own. They'd been taking flights on Toothless since Henrik was eight, but now he was eleven and Reynir felt he was ready to learn how to do it by himself if only he could find him.

"Henrik! Come out of hiding right now, you know I don't like it when you sneak up on me..." Reynir sighed, he'd been looking for his adoptive son for close to fifteen minutes now. Reynir saw Icefire and approached with a respectful bow to the alpha dragon, and the Icefire closed his eyes and gave a slight head nod to him.

"Looking for Henrik again?" Icefire inquired.

"You know it. Have you seen him?" Reynir replied gently.

"Check his room, saw him go there an hour ago with Toothless following. Never saw him come out," Icefire informed softly. Reynir nodded his head in thanks and then made his way towards their home, then walked to Henrik's.

"Henrik? Are you in here?" Reynir asked lightly, he saw the figure of a body under the covers and Toothless laying on his rock bed. Henrik appeared to be sleeping as Reynir moved quietly over to Toothless and knelt beside him. "Why is he sleeping so late in the day, Toothless?" Reynir asked in Dragonese now.

"He's been a little sluggish and slow since breakfast, his body temperature is warmer than usual. He mentioned something about not feel good and wanted to sleep," Toothless replied. Reynir understood now, he couldn't find Henrik in the nest because he'd been in the home the whole time sleeping. Reynir patted Toothless's head before getting up and moving around the bed to see Henrik better, he did look pretty miserable. Henrik groaned a bit and opened his eyes to see his father there.

"H-Hi, Dad..." Henrik said weakly then covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

"Hi son, not feeling well I hear?" Reynir smiled gently as Henrik shook his head slowly and closing his eyes again. Reynir put his hand to Henrik's forehead and felt it for a fever, sure enough, there was one. "What else is bothering you?"

"My head, belly, throat and body hurt. My nose is stuffy too..." Henrik sniffled a bit.

"Might be a stomach illness or cold, perhaps a mix. I'll whip something up for you and hopefully you'll feel better in a few days. We can do your flying lesson then, okay?" Reynir told him. Henrik nodded once and closed his eyes once more, "Get some rest for now, best way to beat an illness is to sleep it off and drink lots of water. I'll come check on you in a little while," he added kissing his son's forehead and then leaving the room to let him rest. Reynir located one of his medicine books, something he'd snuck into his old home of Vikings to obtain and began to flip through the pages to find something that might help Henrik recover faster or at least take away the pain.

(Berk)

Stoick and Valka couldn't believe their daughter was eight years old already! So much time had passed and they were blessed to have her in their lives after what happened to their first child. Still tragic and sad on certain days, but otherwise, they were happy. Losing Hiccup would always bring sadness to them, because they and everyone else in the village felt it was unfair he was taken so soon before his life had really even begun. Hilda though, she kept them on their toes. Hilda was smart, curious, and liked a challenge. Hilda loved to watch others work, to see how it was done. She was also very kind, caring, but Odin help the soul that made her mad. Hilda often hung out with Astrid, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Snotlout, and Fishlegs. They were a few years older than her, but it didn't matter to anyone. They all got along really well, Hilda and Astrid especially.

Hilda could always been seen wearing brown leggings, gray skirt, a red shirt, and brown boots. Added to that basic attire was shoulder armor and dark brown armor to protect her upper half from both the front and back. Around her waist was a black belt with the crest of the Hairy Hooligans. Her hair was now a medium auburn and rested in two braids. One of the left and one on the right. Hilda's eyes were as green as her father's. Alot of people called her Hiccup's twin minus the age difference and gender. Of course, no one ever said this to her face because they knew the mention of Hiccup upset the chief and chieftess if Hilda went home and suddenly asked who Hiccup was and why people were calling her his twin.

Currently, the Tribe was dealing with a raid and Hilda was ordered to stay with Gobber in the forge since he would be able to keep an eye on her. Hilda never did any work there but sit in the back office with the door open so Gobber could see her still and make sure she didn't sneak out and get hurt. It was Stoick's and Valka's biggest fear of the past repeating itself and losing Hilda as they had lost Hiccup.

"Gobber, why won't Mommy and Daddy let me stay in my house?" Hilda questioned while leaning on the door frame of the office.

"Because you're too young to stay alone, lass. When ya get a little older you'll be able to be out there once yew pass yer dragon training," Gobber told her calmly as he worked on sharpening a sword.

"The other kids get to be outside and they have don't dragon training yet," Hilda crossed her arms over her chest with a heavy sigh.

"They are just putting out small fires, Hilda. Yer parents don't want ya out there, and it's my job to keep an eye on ya. Why don't you go draw something?" Gobber suggested.

"I don't like to draw, this is boring!" Hilda huffed with irritation.

Gobber sighed and shook his head a little as he continued his work with the weapons. Hilda went back in the office and sat at the desk as she swung her feet back and forth waiting for the raid to be over so she could go back outside and play with the other kids. Hilda kicked the wall that the desk was against and felt something move slightly, she kicked it again and it moved more. Hilda got on the floor now and felt the boards with her hands and felt two loose ones, she grinned a little as she pushed them harder and they broke giving her just enough space to crawl through. Hilda made her way outside and looked around at all the dragons flying overhead and Vikings trying to fend them off.

Hilda made it around the front of the forge and saw the chaos ensuing in the village. 'So this is a dragon raid...' she thought smiling wide. She'd never seen it before, her parents always had her at Gobber's before a single dragon was seen. "Wow..." she gasped with amazement at the sight before her. Vikings were running by and saw her standing there.

"What are you doing out?!" one yelled

"Get back inside!" another called running past.

"Someone tell Gobber that Hilda is out of the forge!" another shouted. Hilda huffed, great. Now she'd be in trouble for just wanting to peek outside.

"Hilda! Watch out!" Astrid's voice called, Hilda turned around and saw a large dragon on two legs with wings and it having long tail with spikes out flying at her, Hilda tried to run but the dragon grabbed her arm and hovered slightly. "NO!" Astrid yelled as she looked around and saw a ladder on the side of a house, she rushed up the side of it and stood on a roof. Astrid waited for the dragon to fly by, when it did, Astrid jumped for it and landed on her leg and fought to hold on.

"Chief! A Nadder grabbed Hilda, it's up there!" a villager rushed up to Stoick. Instantly fear ran through him.

"My baby!" Valka cried bring her hands to her mouth in terror. Astrid grabbed the dagger from her boot and stabbed the Nadder's leg hard as it's claws released Hilda and Astrid grabbed her hand so she wouldn't fall. Astrid looked down as she saw another house, she let go of the dragon and landed on the roof but began to slip and then held on to the edge. Stoick got under her.

"It's alright, lass. Let Hilda go, I'll catch her." Stoick told Astrid who nodded and let Hilda's hand go, she fell right into her father's arms. Astrid hung there now as Hilda was handed to Valka, "I've got you, just let go..." Stoick said to Astrid, she let go and fell into his arms as well. Breathing heavily and trying to calm down. Stoick placed her on her feet and hugged her. "Thank you, thank you so much for saving my daughter..."

To say the least, Astrid was surprised at the action but hugged him back with a smile before pulling back. "She's like a little sister to me, I'd never let harm come to her," Looking up now, everyone noticed the raid was over and the dragons flying off in different directions.

"Oh, Hilda...what were you thinking coming outside. Your father and I have told you so many times that it's not safe for you. If it weren't for Astrid's quick thinking...you would have been carried off and killed," Valka cried holding her tightly. "I can't lose you...I can't bear that pain again..." Stoick now held both of them, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Ssh...it's alright, Val. It's alright, we won't lose Hilda. I promise you that we won't lose her like we lost Hiccup..." Stoick kissed his wife's forehead. Hilda pulled off her father's shoulder and looked at them both curiously.

"Who...is Hiccup?" Hilda asked. Valka and Stoick looked at her realizing what they had said, then they sighed and looked at one another.

"We have to tell her, Val..." Stoick said to his wife.

"I agree," Valka nodded as Stoick led her back to their home with Hilda in his arms.

"Order chief?" Spitelout asked him.

"Start...cleaning things up. Val and me have to talk to Hilda about...well, you know," Stoick said as the man nodded and headed off while Stoick shut the door and set Hilda down on the couch. "How did you get out of the forge?" he asked.

"I-I just wanted to see the dragons. There were loose boards under the desk that I broke and crawled out...I'm sorry..." Hilda looked down. Valka only held her sadly.

"Raids are dangerous sweetheart. The dragons only want to destroy and kill Vikings, I don't know what I'd do if I lost you too..." Valka said trying to control her tears.

"Who is Hiccup? Was...he a friend you lost to a dragon?" Hilda questioned.

"No, Hilda...Hiccup is...or was your older brother." Stoick said closing his eyes.

"I...have a brother?!" Hilda said with wide eyes.

"You did. Your mother and I had another child before you, Hilda. His name was Hiccup and he was born three and a half years before you were. Hiccup...was taken by a dragon one night during a raid, it took him while he was in his cradle. We searched for weeks for him, but nothing. He looked a lot like you, auburn hair and green eyes only your hair is a little lighter than his was..." Stoick told her.

"Wait...is Hiccup that baby on the shield in the Great Hall?" Hilda inquired still in shock.

"Yes. That was him six months after his first birthday..." Valka sobbed a bit.

"And a dragon took and killed him?" Hilda asked softly.

"That it did and tonight we almost lost you to a dragon too if it had not been for Astrid. We keep you in the forge to keep you safe. The night Hiccup was taken, I was outside handling the raid and your mother was guarding the house. A dragon broke in and found him there. Your mother rushed in to protect him but the house began to fall apart and trapped her under wood as the house burned. By the time I got her out, the dragon already had your brother in it's claws and flying off. He was so young when he lost his life..." Stoick looked down.

"I can't lose you, Hilda...I can't bear that pain again to lose a child," Valka hugged her again. Hilda didn't say anything as she just tried to process everything she had been told. Mainly, she had an older brother who was taken by a dragon and killed. It was a lot to take in for an eight year old.

(Ice Nest)

Three days passed before Henrik felt better finally. Reynir had made him a soup with some herbs in it to settle the pains and nausea. The steam helped clear his nose a little and he could breathe easier, the heat made his throat feel better and now he felt all better on his own without anything given to him. It was early morning, around 7 am when he rushed into his father's room.

"Dad! Dad, I'm all better!" Henrik announced waking his father up. Reynir groggily rubbed his eyes and sat up, he smiled and checked Henrik's forehead to find the fever gone and could clearly hear him breathing better and not sniffling. Safe to say he was better because he had his energy back. "Can you teach me how to fly now?!" he asked with happy eyes.

"Of course I can...right after breakfast and you take a bath to wash away any sickness left on you," Reynir told him which quickly made him frown that he had to wait still.

"Okay...I'll go take a bath while you make breakfast, then we can go flying!" Henrik said as he rushed off to the bathing area. Another location in the ice nest was the hotsprings, Henrik grabbed a himself a change of clothes from his room and then a towel while rushing to the hotsprings with Toothless. Reaching them in ten minutes, Henrik checked the water first before stripping down and getting in to wash himself. He couldn't wait to learn to fly Toothless on his own! The bath took a total of fifteen minutes before he got out to dry off and get dressed once more.

Henrik's normal attire was brown pants, green tunic top, brown boots, then brown leather armor piece to go over his tunic, finally he had shoulder protection too(Think Dawn of the Dragon Racers outfit!). When he was dressed he gave his auburn hair a dry and let it fall however it did. Henrik raced back to the main area where Reynir had breakfast all ready for them. Eggs, fish on sticks with yak buttered bread and a cup of yak milk. Yes, Reynir managed to keep farm animals there too so they didn't always have to eat fish like the dragons did. Not that they minded, but change was welcome.

"You won't be learning everything today, it takes time to fly as good as I do. Understand?" Reynir reminded him after Henrik began to eat his food.

"I know, Dad. I'm just excited to be able to fly him alone." Henrik replied as Reynir chuckled and started eating as well.

"It's going to be a long day, isn't it?" Cloud Jumper asked Reynir as he came beside him now.

"Oh, yes indeed it will be my friend." Reynir replied to him. While they ate, so did their dragons. Bucket of fish each as always. Breakfast took fifteen minutes to finish and then clean up from. When that was done, Reynir led Henrik outside the ice nest were it was more open and hidden in the fog so passing ships couldn't see them.

"So what's first!?" Henrik asked happily.

"First is getting on him and making sure you're both comfortable, then securing what you're holding onto while flying. You aren't ready to ride without a way to hold on yet. When you get older you'll be able to ride Toothless like I ride Cloud Jumper, maybe even be able to stand on him and balance while flying. For today however, you're just gonna work on holding on while Toothless hovers and flys in circles by yourself." Reynir told him.

"Okay, if I do good will you teach me more than that?" Henrik asked.

"We'll see. One thing at a time son," Reynir chuckled a bit. Henrik nodded as he got himself on Toothless and looked dow something to hold onto, couldn't get his arms around his neck or hold his ears.

"Dad, there's nothing I can hold on to. Toothless doesn't have spikes or spines..." Henrik pointed out.

"Very observant, Henrik. So what are you going to do?" Reynir asked him, he knew Henrik would figure something out, he always did. Henrik thought a moment and then smiled wide with an idea. Henrik got off Toothless and rushed inside the nest once more, he returned twenty minutes later holding something wrapped in a cloth. "What do you have there?"

"I made it before I got sick and you told me you'd be teaching me to fly soon. I realized Toothless didn't have anything for me to hold onto...so I built something the would let me," Henrik told him as he set the object down and took off the cloth covering it. There on the ground laid a black leather saddle with two straps that would go around Toothless's neck, and then there were two metal handles slightly raised off the saddle that would allow him to hold onto something. "It was brown until I dyed it black to blend in with Toothless," Henrik added.

"Very impressive son. You made it yourself?" Reynir asked.

"Yep! Well, had a little help from the dragons to heat the forge so I could connect things. But I did the design and all the sewing myself! Oh, and there's a soft pad of fur under the saddle so it won't hurt Toothless, " Henrik said proudly of his work.

"Excellent job, now let's get it on Toothless and start the lesson." Reynir smiled, Henrik grabbed the saddle and placed it on Toothless and secured all the straps in place then got in the saddle and held the bars. There were adjustable too, Henrik could use them raised up and hold on if he were sitting up, or they laid down for if was leaning forward. Reynir was definitely impressed that his eleven-year-old son created such a fine piece of work to use. "Alright... nice and easy now. I just want you to get in the air and hover a bit," Reynir instructed.

Henrik did as he was told as he patted Toothless's neck. "Alright bud...let's take it slow," Henrik told Toothless

"You got it my friend," Toothless replied gently as he then began flapping his wing and lifted off the ground in a hover, remaining there a few moments.

"Remember what I told you about flying?" Reynir asked Henrik now, the young man nodded.

"I do. It's all leaning which way you wanna go and the faster you lean the sharper the turn will be, right?" Henrik asked to confirm.

"That's right. Why don't you try and fly in a circle one direction then turn around and try the other?" Reynir suggested. Henrik nodded as he rubbed the top of Toothless's head and leaned left to turn his friend to go counter clockwise, after a few of that, he leaned right to whip Toothless around and have him go clockwise. Henrik laughed, he loved the freedom of flying but knew also that he had much more to learn. Soon he be flying just like his father was!

Henrik looked around him at all the dragons here, and some his father had saved. 'I'll save them all,' he vowed silently.

(Berk)

Hilda sat in her parent's house thinking about everything. So the picture of the baby in the Great Hall was of the first Heir to Berk. And...that little boy would be her older brother if he had not been killed by a dragon who took him. The first Heir's name was Hiccup Haddock, it explained why her parents always got upset and were protective over her now. Seeing that dragon grab her earlier, scared them. Hilda left the house and moved to the Great Hall now, she was deep in thought as she entered it and moved behind the table where her mother and father sat. Hilda looked up and saw the baby they had lost, he had auburn hair and green eyes with a small scar on his chin.

Hilda recalled her mother explaining that this four-winged dragon had cut Hiccup's chin by accident. Hilda stared at the shield quietly and hadn't noticed the door open with Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut walked in and saw her standing there.

"Hey! There she is," Ruffnut smiled.

"Hilda?" Astrid asked, "Are you okay?" she asked softly.

"This baby on the wall...he's my big brother. The shield...it's the tribute to his life after he was taken by the dragon." Hilda said.

"Yeah, that's Hiccup Haddock. First born to Stoick and Valka, taken by a dragon two years before you were born. He would be the oldest of all us, I was born two months after Hiccup was. The others were born spread out at the end of the year." Astrid said softly.

"You...all knew he was my brother?" Hilda asked a little surprised.

"Everyone in the village knows Hiccup is...or was the son of the chief and chieftess." Fishlegs informed, "We just don't talk about it because it upsets your parents. You were born two years later after he was taken, him being taken your birthday are about a week apart. Hard to celebrate the birthday of one child while mourning the loss of the other," Hilda looked back to the wall now.

"Well big brother, don't worry. I'm gonna find the dragon who took you and I'm gonna kill it. I'll be the best dragon killer the Archipelago has ever seen. I make you that promise, Hiccup." Hilda said firmly with a confident smiled as she put her hand on the shield. 'I'll avenge you,' she thought.