After the whole trust thing was worked out, the training began to intensify for them. Henrik had them in the forest all the time observing dragons in their natural habitat, showing them that the dragons on their own were very docile unless provoked by other dragons or seeing a weapon close by. It happened a few times and Henrik had to get them out of trouble, from then on he made sure to mention that all weapons needed to be left behind or hidden well. They did ask why the dragons didn't freak out about his weapon and he explained that it was because they could see it was made with dragon attributes such as the gas and gel, that it showed fire so the dragons saw him as one of them in a way. That or it's because he had Toothless which was scary on its own.

Going on the end of week three now, Henrik had promised they were going to start learning the hard stuff which was interesting and frightening at the same time. Today, as usual, they finished breakfast and began making their way to where Henrik was staying. It was interesting that he always stayed outside but managed to make a shelter from himself with some cloth, leather, rope, vines, and sticks. He was definitely inventive and even offered ideas on how they could improve their building to handle storms and other weather.

"Morning Henrik!" Astrid and Hilda greeted.

"Hey," Henrik smiled a bit as got up slowly.

"Are you okay?" Stoick asked.

"Yeah, just fine. Tired, spent most of the night getting what I needed for today's lesson," Henrik informed gently.

"And...what was that?" Gobber asked calmly.

"Well, I figured that if you're going to learn peace with dragons...you're going to need to live with them for a while and interact," Henrick said as he watched their faces turn to shock. "Don't worry, you're not getting completely wild dragons. I trained these ones and as long as you don't scare or threaten them then you will be fine," he added.

"We believe you, so where are they?" Ruffnut asked.

"Hiding right now, they'll come out on command. So, here's how today is going to go. You're going to get your own dragon to take care of, it's a test and if you pass then we'll move on to bigger dragons to work with. It's your responsibility to identify their gender, name, then take care of them pertaining to their needs. They are just babies, about a year old. We'll do this for a few days and I'll know how you did because I can talk to them and ask. Are we ready?" Henrik asked.

"Are they...just going to accept us?" Valka inquired.

"That depends on your actions when you see them. Let's see how much of your training you remember," Henrik said, "Spread yourselves out," he added as they did so before he put his fingers to the corners of his mouth and gave a whistle as instantly flapping wings could be heard heading for them, but they nervously stayed put. After a moment, a small flock of Terrible Terrors came out and landed near Henrik's feet. "Terrible Terrors. Perfect dragon to start out with because of how small and playful they are, also they make great messengers. They can be trained to go anywhere you send them to go with just a map and picture. Once they get more comfortable, can use names too."

"So we just have to take care of them?" Snotlout questioned.

"Determine gender, name, and take care of. But first, you need to earn their trust." Henrik smiled.

"How do we do that?" Stoick blinked.

"Use something they like to get their attention, form a bond with them. You'll know when you have," Henrik informed. "Let's get to work then," he added, "Who wants to give it a go first?"

"I-I will." Hilda raised her hand as she stepped forward a bit and brought herself to one knee with balance before the Terrors. "Um..." she paused wondering what she could use to get their attention. Then she got an idea, she reached into her satchel and pulled out less than half a piece of bread and put it forward a little. The quick motioned forced a few of them to scurry back behind Henrik but three stayed in front of him and one grew curious as it sniffed the bread she held out. "It's...okay, I'm not going to hurt you, little guy."

The Terror inched closer but remained hesitant, Hilda tore a smaller piece off and placed it on the ground, pushing it towards the Terrors, the one who sniffed her originally snatched it off the ground to eat it quickly. Afterward, it stared at her curiously before moving closer and sitting back in its legs to use it front one to put on the bread, "Go on, it's alright. You can have it if you want," Hilda said now as the Terror took the bread piece from her and started eating it until it was gone. When it finished, the Terror sniffed her hand again then licked her palm as Hilda gave it a scratch under the chin as she brought herself lower to sitting down with her legs out slowly and the Terror crawled into her lap and rested along her thighs. Hilda began to stroke her hand on its side as it purred a bit.

"Very good, Hilda. Food is one of the many ways to get their attention, and telling them it's okay with slow movements will earn trust. I noticed you called it a little guy, was that your guess to it being a male?" Henrik asked.

"Yeah, I...guess so? You...mentioned once that males were more curious but still hesitant." Hilda replied looking up at him.

"That I did, and impressive guess too. That Terror is, in fact, a male, and you earned his trust at that. Why not give him a name?" Henrik suggested.

"Um," she paused looking down at the dragon in her lap now trying to think of something. The Terror was orange, brown, with a white underbelly and for eyes, they were a yellow color. "How about we call you," the dragon now looked up at her curiously, "Sunburn," the Terror seemed to like it as he got up and licked her face and she laughed. "Okay, okay. Sunburn it is then."

"Well now, who wants to take a crack at it next?" Henrik asked. No sooner than he had said it, the Hooligan group he had been working with the last three weeks began working at earning the Terror's trust. By the end of the day hours later after a lunch break in between, all of the group managed to earn a Terrible Terror's trust, guess the gender, and name it. Everyone did great and Henrik was most impressed. However, there was one who was still having trouble. Valka, the chieftess. She seemed saddened when the Terror in her arms wouldn't stop crying almost.

"I-I don't know what to do," Valka said quickly.

"These are babies, Mom. Why don't you sing to it?" Hilda offered. Valka bit her bottom lip as she held the whining Terror in her arms as if she were holding a baby. Valka began to hum the tune to the song she used to sing to Hiccup and Hilda. When she began singing, everyone stayed quiet watching the Terror begin to settle in the light rocking motion of her arms. Henrik watched closely, little flashes coming forward from the back of his mind. Everything was blurry, though, a figure was holding him and humming lightly while he was rocked to sleep and a voice telling him to sleep because everything was going to be okay, Henrik put a hand to his head as Toothless stood up and made sure he didn't fall.

"Henrik? Are you alright?" Toothless asked concerned.

"Yeah...I think so, bud. Just...something seems familiar about this place like I've been here before only it was a long time ago. Does that...make sense?" Henrik asked him now.

"Perhaps, you've been here before as a child with your real family and some of your memories are coming forward?" Stingwhip offered to him.

"I'm not sure. Just...I can't put my finger on why it feels so familiar to me. It's happened a lot since being here, I get these random flashes of seeing it before. Like Dejavu almost," Henrik sighed a little.

"Henrik, are you alright?" Hilda asked now as she waved her hand in his face. Henrik shook his head and snapped out of it while looking at her, noticing that they were all looking at him.

"Papa? Are you okay?" Emma inquired with worry.

"I'm okay baby girl, little tired still. We'll have an early night is all," Henrik replied as he picked her up in his arms.

"Okay, papa. I was worried cuz you had that look on your face when your thinking about Mama, I miss her too, but at least we have each other still." Emma said with a soft smile putting her hands on his face.

"That's right and I won't let anything happen to you, I promise," Henrik told her.

"Are you gonna make sure he can't hurt anyone else's family?" Emma asked him.

"Em, if I ever see that man again...I'm absolutely going to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone else again. Don't you worry about it, okay? Just know you will always be safe," Henrik poked her nose.

"Okay, papa!" Emma smiled wide hugging him. "Can I got play with Toothy and Stingwhip?"

"Well, you can play with Stingwhip. I'm gonna take Toothless for a flight before he gets antsy, then we can have dinner and get some sleep." Henrik told her. Emma nodded as Henrik put her down and she hurried off to play with her dragon.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Astrid asked him, "You seem...out of it today, Henrik."

"Yeah, like I said, little tired is all. I stayed up until 3 am, woke at 5 am. But I'll never deny my best friend his night flight. You all did really well today with your Terrors. Take good care of them, fish is the favorite. Oh, and they love shiny things. We'll pick up more training tomorrow morning, maybe start like 10 am, though. Might sleep in a little." Henrik smiled.

"Alright if you're sure. Sleep well, Henrik." Valka told him, he nodded as jumped on Toothless's back and then they took to the sky.

"Papa misses Mama," Emma said while sitting on a blanket near Stingwhip as they looked at her now. "He just wants to remember her,"

"What do you mean?" Hilda asked.

"Papa calls it an...um...anversy of Mama being taken away from us by the mean man. He said a anversy is a day every year to remember the people we love being lost. Mama had to go with Odin last year and it's almost the anversy of that day." Emma told them lightly.

"You mean...anniversary, of the day she was taken away last year?" Astrid asked as Emma nodded.

"Mama wasn't just my Mama, she and Papa were best friends and lovers. That's why they had me, or that's what Papa says anyway, but he misses her a lot. That's why he wants to go flying, so no one sees him cry." Emma looked at them sadly but still had a smile on her face. "Don't worry, he'll be okay. Papa always cheers up on my birthday which is nine days after the anversy," she informed them while playing with her dragon toy.

"Come along, we should go get dinner and leave the lad be," Gobber suggested as they looked up and saw Toothless just gliding a bit as Henrik sat on his back with his legs crossed over his friend's neck and staring up at the sky. "You and Val both know what it's like to lose something precious to you and need time to sit with yer feelings," he added as the group of them began to walk away to the Great Hall. Once inside, they all sighed sitting together.

"I feel bad for him," Ruffnut said looking down.

"We all do, it's gotta be hard for him to of gone through all he has and we don't even know the half of it. Taken from his village due to being in danger, raised by an older man who lived among dragons, met and fell for this woman, they had a child together and then...the mother is taken a year ago," Valka said sadly.

"Maybe we should...give him a couple of days, you know? Where we don't do training, he can work in the shop with Gobber. He seems to really like that, and we could offer to watch Emma for him?" Hilda offered.

"Not sure if he'd trust us to watch her," Astrid shrugged.

"He said we had his trust," Snotlout huffed.

"Ah yes, but when it comes to one's child, it's different. That's his little girl, the only piece of that woman he mourning right now. It takes the utmost trust for him to have anyone watch her." Bearlegs reminded. "That's a different kind of trust."

"Well, given the circumstances of things. I think in a time like this, he wouldn't want to be far from his daughter." Stoick added. "But the other idea, Hilda, that's a good one. Taking a break from the training so he has a little time to himself, we can say we're busy with food storage for bad winter and the group of us have to do our parts to help the village."

"Right then, we'll leave him a note and give him a day off." Gobber nodded as they all began eating with their Terrible Terrors in their laps of right beside them, they'd admit that it was pretty cool that there DRAGONS among them and they were terrorizing the village.

(The Next Day)

Valka offered to deliver the news in person about being too busy today to do lessons, but when she got there, she noticed Henrik was still sleeping and Emma beside him checking his forehead and cheek. That already looked like it couldn't have been good. Upon closer inspection, Valka saw that Henrik wasn't sleeping his he breathing heavily with his eyes closed and open and perhaps even shivering.

"Oh dear," Valka said gently as Emma saw her now.

"Papa is sick. He came back last night and didn't eat dinner, and Toothy says he's been in the forest throwing up most of the night..." Emma said looking scared and worried.

"It's okay sweetie. We can help him," Valka put her hand Emma's back to quell the child's fear.

"I don't...need...help. Just sleep," Henrik sat up and covered his mouth when coughing, "It's what...Emma had, I already took something for it. Makes the person tired, though. Can you just...watch her for the day so she isn't bored?" he asked when the coughing fit was over.

"Sure, I don't mind watching her for you. If you need anything, don't hesitate to let us know, okay?" Valka smiled a bit as Henrik laid down along the side of Toothless and covered up, then Toothless used his wing to put over Henrik so it would be darker for him to be able to sleep. "Come along, Emma your papa just needs to rest," Valka said putting her hand out to the young child. Emma took her hand and led her away with Stingwhip following right behind. When Valka reached where the others were, they saw Emma right away.

"Val? Why is Emma with you?" Stoick asked.

"I got there and Emma said Henrik was sick and then he asked if I would watch her so he could sleep and she would be bored." Valka shrugged. "According to Emma, Henrik was throwing up most of the night in the forest. Or...that's what Toothless told Emma at least," she added.

"She can understand Dragonese too?" Ruffnut blinked.

"I understand a little of it, Papa is still teaching me. He taught me how to understand the dragons incase of something like this happening," Emma shrugged a little.

"So, you're watching her for the day then?" Gobber asked.

"Apparently. I suppose we could take turns, don't forget we have our Terrors to take care of too," Valka reminded.

"Aye, that's true. Well, we were going to give him a day to rest anyway so this works out. Sucks that he fell sick, though," Astrid frowned. "Should we take him to Gothi?"

"No, he said he took something for it and that it makes the user tired," Valka said.

"As chieftess, you have a lot to do, though. Why don't Astrid, Ruff, and I watch her up until lunch?" Hilda smiled.

"Yeah, I think I still have some of my kid toys lying around at my house," Astrid nodded agreeing.

"I suppose it won't hurt, and we can check on Henrik throughout the day too." Valka shrugged.

"Stingwhip, you go stay with papa. I'm okay with Astrid, Hilda, and Ruffnut." Emma told her dragon as it crooned at her while she rubbed his nose with her palm. Stingwhip licked her cheek and then flew off back to stay with Henrik. "Can we go play now?" she asked.

"Of course we can!" Hilda beamed brightly reaching her hand forward and Emma taking it as the three young adults left with her.

"Now that's settled," Stoick chuckled a bit and looked over at his wife to see her just staring at Emma who was slowly falling out of sight, "Val?" Stoick asked.

"Hm, oh, sorry. I suppose I spaced off a little bit," Valka smiled back at him.

"No, this was something else. What's on yer mind, Val?" Gobber inquired now. "You were staring at Emma,"

"I just...She reminds me someone else," Valka admitted.

"Who, though?" Sharpnut questioned as they were all wondering with curiousness now.

"Like Hiccup. And don't call me crazy either that I'm only seeing that because I miss him. Just look at her and think about it...lighter auburn hair, green eyes, she even has the freckles on her face." Valka said.

"Val, I know she's got the same features...but come on, think about it. Henrik has auburn hair and green eyes too, the mother probably had something similar. There's no way that Henrik is Hiccup, that's just what you're hoping for. Henrik said he was taken by a dragon because he was left alone and would have died if the dragon didn't take him. Hiccup wasn't alone when he was taken, you were in the room and trapped under a beam." Stoick sighed now.

"But Stoick...the house was on fire, and falling apart when that dragon took him! What if it thought he was in danger because I was trapped and losing consciousness in the smoke and fire? What if...it thought he wasn't safe there and took him away to protect him." Valka said quickly.

"Val...please," Stoick closed his eyes. "I know you miss Hiccup because it's nearing the anniversary of his birth, but do you realized how insane you sound? You're suggesting that Henrik, is Hiccup, the baby we lost nineteen years ago who was carried off by a dragon."

"I know is sounds insane, but..." Valka started.

"No, Valka. I know how much you want to believe that Henrik is Hiccup, but it's not possible. Our son was born early, he barely survived his birth at that. A flight in that cold by a dragon would have killed him. Besides, Hiccup knew his name Val because he responded to it when we said it. If Henrik was at all Hiccup, that name would ring a bell to him. Now, I refuse to listen to this any longer. I accepted that Hiccup has passed on, it's time that you do the same." Stoick told her firmly and then walked off.

"Gobber...do I sound crazy, is it all just because I miss my son?" Valka asked with her head down.

"I think so, Val. Stoick is right...it's just not possible that Hiccup would have survived that flight and the stories don't match even if the looks do. Remember, they live outside of the Archipelago and there could be more families or villages out there we don't know of. There's no proving it was one of our Viking villages and Henrik can't remember his past anywho. I know what you want to believe, Val...but yer husband is right, it's time to let this go and accept that Hiccup is gone. It would take a miracle for him to have survived," Gobber put his hand on her shoulder and smiled a bit.

"And don't forget, you said that dragon accidentally cut Hiccup's chin on the right side when it got startled. Henrik doesn't have a scar on his chin," Spitelout added.

"That's...true too. I'm sorry, I guess I do just miss him," Valka sighed.

"It's alright, Val. The whole village misses him, we all wish it were true that he could still be alive. But it's been nineteen years and he was so young, it's likely he wouldn't remember this place at that age. It's just less painful to accept him being dead, over him alive and never remembering where he came from. Why don't you go take some time in the hall, look at his picture and remember him as he was, that happy little baby boy who made anyone smile when they saw him. Remember him that way," Gobber suggested.

"Yes, I think I will do that. Thank you, I'll see you later." Valka replied as she then walked off towards the hall.

"Alright, let's go see if we can calm Stoick down. He didn't mean to yell at her I'm sure," Bearlegs informed as they then moved to follow Stoick's path and hoped the two lovers would make up later on. Everyone knew it was painful for them at certain times of the years, nineteen years might have passed but it was still fresh pain for them to know their son was gone.