A full month had passed since Henrik and Emma's arrival with their dragons to Berk. The Hooligan group was doing great with their Terrible Terrors, there hadn't been a single problem except that Stoick's was as stubborn as he was and Henrik found it hilarious to watch but the two still did well together. Henrik was actually working on getting them to work with bigger dragons like Nadders, Gronckles, Zipplebacks, and Nightmares. They knew that Henrik agreed to stay until this Cloud Jumper came to tell him that it was safe to return to his own nest, in truth though they didn't want to lose contact with him after he left. They had high hopes that maybe he'd teach them how to send messages back and forth or that he'd come visit, or even if they could go see him at the nest. Henrik was more than a teacher for them, he was a friend and ally too.

Today, though, Gobber was backed up in the forge because they wanted to be ready for a possible attack by the Outcasts so they elected to cancel training so Henrik could help him out while Emma remained with the others in the Great Hall because of the storm raging outside. Most of the village was in there actually due to it being lunch time, Stingwhip was in there staying by the wall but keeping a close watch on his very young rider who was playing with Hilda, Astrid, and Ruffnut. They were playing with blocks on the ground while everyone else just sat around and talked among themselves to ride out the storm.

"When is Papa gonna be done?" Emma asked the girls.

"I'm sure it won't be too much longer, there was a lot of weapons to fix," Hilda informed the little girl.

"And when he is done, I'll bet he'll want a big hug from you," Astrid smiled brightly.

"Papa always gets a hug from me. He's just scared that something is wrong at home because Cloud Jumper hasn't come yet," Emma said while stacking a few more blocks together in a tower. "He said last night that if after my birthday Cloud Jumper has come, he's gonna go there himself."

"You mean to the nest to see if it's safe?" Valka inquired from where she was and Emma nodded to her.

"Maybe we can go too and help him out," Ruffnut offered and Emma giggled at her.

"You can't come to the nest unless you ride a dragon, ships can't enter the ice nest because of Iceshot. He's the alpha dragon, all of the other ones listen to him. Papa calls him the king of dragons," Emma smiled at them.

"Would your Papa teach us to ride dragons?" Hilda questioned.

"Maybe if you asked him really really nicely. Only other person he taught was Mama, I don't know how to ride yet. I just sit in the saddle that Papa made for me to be on Stingwhip's back and be strapped in so I don't fall. Papa said he'd teach me when I'm older," Emma told them.

"Your Mama sounds like a nice woman," Astrid said gently.

"She is, or...was before the mean man took her from Papa and me. Papa calls him a madman who doesn't know mercy and only wants to control the dragons to make people follow him and kill those who don't. That was a bad day, I've never seen Papa get so mad before..." Emma sighed heavily.

"So what was your Mama like sweetie?" Valka asked now.

"Papa said she was...um...fiery and beautiful. Oh, and her smile could always make him feel better. Papa says I get that from her," Emma smiled again as she reached into her dress pocket and pulled a piece of paper, then began unfolding it. "Papa drew this just after I was born so I'd always remember her," she added showing them the picture and then putting it away back in her dress pocket safely.

"She is beautiful, I can see why you Papa loved her so much," Hilda replied gently.

"And she had a pretty voice, she always sang me to sleep and Papa rocked me. He said it was the only way I would sleep," Emma shrugged a bit as she then got up to sit with Stingwhip, yawning a bit.

"Are you tired?" Astrid asked her.

"A little, but I don't sleep until Papa gives me my hug, kiss, and song." Emma smiled at them while looking around the hall now where all the shields hung on the wall. "Why are all the pictures of just boys?"

"It's an old tradition, Emma. A chief has his portrait painted with his son," Stoick smiled at her calmly.

"Is that you as a kid with your Papa?" Emma pointed to a picture with her finger.

"It is. It was a proud day," Stoick said with a wide smile.

"Where's the one with your son?" Emma asked as she saw Valka and Stoick look down sadly.

"Our...son was taken away from us a long time ago by a dragon. If...he were still alive, he would be twenty years old now. We just have Hilda, and she'll get a picture with her father when she turns eighteen," Valka explained. "Our son does have a picture, though, right over there on the wall behind the table,"

Emma walked over to it and climbed on a chair to get a better look as she stared at it a few minutes while tilting her head to the side confused almost, "He looks like Papa," she finally giggled.

"I don't think so little one. Your Papa is an adult, and that is a baby." Astrid told her.

"No, no. It looks like my Papa when he was a baby, I remember them from the nest in Papa's Daddy's journal. Papa said that his father drew them a long time ago when Papa was a baby," Emma stated calmly. Valka walked over to her now and stood beside her, then picked her up.

"Your Papa has brighter hair than my son did. Oh, and Hiccup had a scar on his chin, right here see?" Valka smiled a bit and pointed to it on the picture, Emma looked closer then pulled back and smiled still.

"Papa has a scar on his chin like that, it's right here," Emma showed by pointing to her chin where it would be, "You can't see it because Papa's prickly beard hides it." she added now.

"Val, no. I know what you're thinking already. It's not him, there's no way. We went over this," Stoick sighed heavily.

"Who isn't who?" came Henrik's voice as he came in with Toothless and Gobber behind him, "Oh, the storm is letting up by the way." he smiled.

"My wife is just seeing things again," Stoick told him. Emma wriggled from Valka's arms and right into her father's, nearly tackling him down.

"Papa, the chief, and chieftess had a son who looks just like you did as a baby. Come see!" Emma insisted as she got down and pulled his hand towards the wall where the picture was on the wall. "See, see!" Henrik lifted his head and looked up at the wall now thinking his daughter was imagining things.

"Huh, does look like I did. Weird," he shrugged a bit and smiled. "I hope she wasn't too much trouble?"

"O-Oh no, not at all..." Valka said softly as she looked at him, her eyes falling to his chin as she saw the scar there and then she looked at Stoick with teary eyes. "Stoick, he has the scar," she told him.

"The scar on my chin? I got it from Cloud Jumper, it was an accident. Or...that's what he told me anyway," Henrik shrugged a little.

"Val, come on. You have to drop this. Do you even hear yourself?" Stoick closed his eyes.

"Have I missed something?" Henrik asked confused now. Hilda sighed heavily.

"No, not at all. My Mom is just losing her mind thinking you're her long lost son who got taken nineteen and a half years ago because you have the same scar my older brother has," Hilda informed.

"Do...I really?" Henrik questioned as he looked back at the shield now, he ignited Inferno to get it brighter and look closer. Sure enough, he saw it there.

"Papa, don't you have any pictures of yourself that your Daddy did?" Emma asked.

"I...don't know. Those are in your grandfather's journal at home," Henrik stated as he looked at the shield again, eyes zoning in on the whole thing. Inferno sparked a little as Henrik watched it fall to the floor as his looked back at Inferno which was ablaze, his eyes focusing on the flames before a flash came to the front of his mind. There was...fire around him and Cloud Jumper's face in his own. A woman was screaming, Hang on baby, Mommy is coming for you. Henrik couldn't make out her face, the flash ended as he dropped Inferno to the ground and it retracted instantly while he put a hand to his head.

"Henrik, what's wrong?" Astrid asked quickly.

"Fire...I remember fire the night I was taken..." Henrik stated, "It was...everywhere, burning the house. Cloud Jumper said he took me because my life was in danger and no one was able to save me..." he added slowly as his eyes looked to the shield again.

"Stoick...didn't you say that lil Hiccup had been out of Valka's reach the night he was taken because she got trapped under the beams when the house was burning and falling apart?" Gobber reminded his old friend.

"Yes...Oh my Odin, not you too!" Stoick groaned.

"See, Stoick! I'm not the only one who sees it! I know...that I'm not wrong. I just need to-" Valka paused as her eyes fell on Henrik, "Henrik...Cloud Jumper, what kind of dragon is he?"

"Cloud Jumper? He's a Stormcutter...why?" Henrik asked.

"No...I mean, what does he look like?" Valka asked quickly.

"Val, you're not seriously suggesting that-" Stoick began.

"Will you hush up! Please, Henrik...tell me?" Valka snapped at her husband then focused on Henrik again.

"Cloud Jumper is a big dragon with two sets of wings and...an owl-like face," Henrik replied. "Are you suggesting that Cloud Jumper took your son? Is that why you want to know?"

"A dragon with four wings and owl face took our son from the house nineteen years ago. Took him in in his cradle when the house was burning down and Valka was trapped beneath fallen beams," Stoick sighed heavily.

"Well, it...might have been another Stormcutter, but it couldn't have been Cloud Jumper. He only ever took me," Henrik stated. Before another word was said, a load roar was heard outside, Henrik turned around and looked towards the doors. "Cloud Jumper?" he whispered before heading for the doors and pushing them open to see Cloud Jumper sitting just down the hill a bit. "CLOUD JUMPER!" Henrik yelled rushing out to him. "Thank Thor you're alright, I was getting ready to fly out there to make sure you were all okay..." he hugged the dragon the best he could.

"I'm glad you're alright, Henrik. I meant to come sooner but had to avoid other sailing humans and the storm interfered too." Cloud Jumper told him.

"That's the dragon that took Hiccup!" Stoick said quickly as Henrik turned and saw them standing there, mad and maybe in shock. "Ask him what he did with my son! I'll never forget that face, he's the one who took my son!"

"What have I missed?" Cloud Jumper asked now.

"Ugh, they...think you took their son from them nineteen years ago. But...I'm the only baby you ever too, right?" Henrik asked now.

"Yes, only you, Henrik. Took you to Reynir, he did ask me to bring you back but I said I couldn't without endangering my own life because of Vikings killing dragons," Cloud Jumper informed. "Wait a second. That woman...I recognize her," he added looking at Valka now.

"What did he say to you?" Hilda asked curiously.

"He...says he recognizes you," Henrik sighed.

"Me?" Hilda blinked, Henrik shook his head and pointed to Valka. Cloud Jumper moved closer to her and sniffed her a bit as she stiffened slightly.

"It's okay, don't tense..." Henrik assured her and then Cloud Jumper stepped back bowing his head a little, "Cloud Jumper, what's the matter?"

"Henrik...I'm...this woman...she's...Henrik this is the woman from the night I took you." Cloud Jumper said slowly. Henrik stumbled a bit now.

"Wh-What did you just say?" Henrik asked.

"The...night I took you. That woman was trapped and...I thought she had died under the weight of the beams. I...didn't want you to die in the fire or crumbling house so I took you away from it and I couldn't bring you back for fear of my own life, and Reynir agreed that it would risk any dragon's life to bring you back so he agreed to raise you in the nest and tell you when you were older that I took you from your home. That woman...she's...your mother. Your real mother..." Cloud Jumper admitted gently.

"N-No..." Henrik backed up a bit now, "No, that...can't be right..." he stammered.

"What's wrong, Papa?" Emma asked quickly as Henrik turned to face Stoick and Valka now.

"H-How did you say your son was taken again?" Henrik asked.

"Hiccup was taken nineteen years ago by that dragon. It was a dragon raid, the house caught fire and began to fall apart. Val tried to save Hiccup and got trapped under beams, she was almost unconscious when I found her and after I got her outside...I saw that dragon carrying my son away in his cradle..." Stoick told him as Henrik's eyes widened as he stumbled back again and taking heavy breaths.

"Henrik, you...don't look so good," Ruffnut pointed out as Valka approached Henrik now and put her hand on his cheek, running her thumb along his chin where the scar was and staring at him.

"Henrik...how did you say you were taken again, what...exactly did your...father tell you?" Valka asked softly.

"My...father told me that Cloud Jumper took me from a Viking village when I was a few months over a year old and that I would have died if left in the smoke and fire too long. My father said that Cloud Jumper didn't bring me back because the dragons were worried about being killed so my father...adopted me and raised me in the nest." Henrik said.

"But when Cloud Jumper took you...were you in a cradle?" the chieftess asked. Henrik looked at Cloud Jumper now slowly.

"Was I...in a cradle, Cloud Jumper when you took me?" Henrik asked him.

"You were. Wrapped in furs to keep you warm," Cloud Jumper replied.

"He...says I was. Oh, Gods, I think..." Henrik stopped as Valka cried, no shame in the tears falling from her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly while nodding her head.

"Yes, yes you are! My Gods, you really are him! I knew it! I felt it, a mother never forgets," she cried out still holding Henrik.

"Am I the...only one lost here?" Snotlout asked.

"My baby, my little Hiccup. It is you. Stoick, it's him. This is Hiccup all grown up, the dragon admitted to taking him nineteen years ago! This is...our baby, our son!" Valka pulled herself off Henrik and faced her husband.

"It...can't be. No...it just can't." Stoick stumbled a bit. Emma rushed in the hall and got the picture of Hiccup off the wall and dragged it out carefully and put it next to her father.

"Cloudy, this baby...it's Papa, right?" Emma asked as Cloud Jumper nodded to her.

Stoick was closer now looking over Henrik before tears formed in his green eyes, "It...is you! Oh, Thor almighty it is you! My boy..." Stoick hugged Henrik tightly now and then Valka joined in again too.

"Henrik is really...Hiccup..." Hilda said in shock as everyone gasped. Could it really be of been him? Did little Hiccup survive all these years among the dragons? Nineteen years ago, the very dragon standing with them made away with a baby, the first Heir to Berk. They all believed that child to be dead all this time, fearing he could never survive the cold harshness of the Archipelago winds and weather. And now before them stood a twenty-year-old man with auburn hair and green eyes beside the same dragon who took him from his home. Now it had been confirmed by the dragon and two stories mixing that Henrik was in fact Hiccup, the Heir they lost so many years ago. He was alive and...Home.