Stoick entered the house. He held the door opened, allowing Toothless' youngling to enter as well. All three yelped upon seeing their father laying with bandages wrapped around him and a tear in his wing. They made to rush their father but stopped when Stoick placed himself between them and the Night Fury.

"Yer father be injured, boys," Stoick said. "Best ye let Gothi and Astrid tend ta him fer now."

The three looked up at Stoick then around to their father. Toothless warbled something. Stoick guessed it was the Old Tongue the dragons spoke of since the boys tipped their heads and moved towards Hiccup and Gyda seated near the stairs. Stoick smiled as Hiccup made a point to scratch each youngling's head. His smile grew as Sharpshot hopped off his shoulder and bounded over to his brother. Stoick closed the door, then headed for Moondust sitting in the back corner. The things Hiccup called sensing lobes upon Moondust's head twitched and laid back. Stoick also felt himself under the scrutiny of all his sons, as well as their guests, except for Gothi who would never turn her gaze from a tribesman in need of her healing.

Stoick ignored the stares and placed a hand gently upon Moondust's head. The female stared up at him.

"Lass, I am sorry ye had ta endure what ye did 'fore comin' here but I am glad ye be here. Ye be a Hooligan now and we take care of our own. I'm proud it be me son what took care of the one who hurt ye, even if I be wishin' he be lettin' me kill the fool meself."

"Uh, Dad," Hiccup said. "Toothless killed him."

Stoick shifted so that he could see Hiccup but still kept his hand upon Moondust's head. "I be knowin' Hiccup. Toothless be the one ta kill that godsless fool. Doesn't make me statement any less false. Me son killed the one what hurt her."

Stoick took great pleasure in seeing his sarcastic human son stareat him with a dropped jaw. He took greater delight in Toothless' strangle-sounding warble. Sharpshot started cackling and Stoick joined him. Stoick turned back to Moondust and gently scratched her head. He then moved away and knelt next to Gothi. Toothless stared at him, eyes as wide as they could go it seemed. Stoick smiled.

"I be knowin' ye have a livin' father, Toothless, but ye are me son, jest as is Hiccup and Sharpshot. I be knowin' yer boys can call yer father their grandfather, but I be also wonderin' if ye let them call me their grandfather as well."

Toothless blinked. [You..you're serious?]

"Aye, son. I've already declared Sharpshot as me boy in front of the Council. Was set ta name ye me son and yer boys as Haddocks as well, but that fool decided ta stick his nose where it no belong."

Stoick heard shuffling and saw Hiccup walk over.

"Dad, you really mean this?"

Stoick felt his heart freeze and he sighed. Hiccup and Toothless had every right to disbelieve him, especially given all that had happened, both here before the war ended and in Gyda's cave that day the gods decided to give everyone on Berk a second chance. Give Stoick as second chance.

Stoick lifted his hand and placed it upon Hiccup's shoulder. With a gentle tug, he pulled his human son into a one-armed embrace and placed his other hand upon his dragon son's head.

"I mean it. The records in the Great Hall already be showing you and Sharpshots as me boys. Iffen Toothless agrees, they be showin' him as me third son and his boys as me grandsons."

Toothless shifted his head out of Stoick's hand and laid it against Stoick's side. Hiccup wrapped his arms around his father. Stoick smiled as he heard both his sons whisper thank you.

"No, boys," he whispered back, "thank ye. Ye both made this house a home. Yer mother'd be proud."

Hiccup set back. "Given what Gobber says, I think Mom would be giving into every whim Toothless' sons had."

Stoick laughed though it was tinged with the saddens he always felt when thinking of what may have been, if only that dragon had not taken Valka. "Ye be right."

He let Hiccup go and smiled again as his human son did not move away the instant he was released. Toothless lifted his head. Stoick turned to Gothi, needing both to know and to get his mind off his dead wife and what she would do with dragons as sons and grandsons.

"So, me son be alright?"

Gothi favored him with a look that he did not need Gobber to translate. Stoick grunted, shrugging his shoulders. He was a father. His son was injured fighting for the honor of a tribemate. Gothi snorted but nodded her head. Stoick tipped his then stood.

"I best be goin'," he said. "Only stopped by ta bring the boys home and ta see about me sons. Hiccup, ye and Toothless are ta rest fer remainder of the day. Both of ye earned it. Sharpshot, ye can stay iffen ye wish. I'll send Sneaky by. Since it be lookin' like Hiccup and Astrid's chaperones be here, ain't no reason your intended canna spend time with ye too."

[Thanks, Dad,] Sharpshot said.

Stoick smiled and with a wave to everyone, headed out the door. He did not close it as Sneaky hovered just beyond it. Stoick chuckled.

"Go on in, lass. Sharpshot be in there."

Sneaky chittered and flew in. Stoick then shut the door and headed across to the Great Hall. There were records that needed to be updated. Stoick grinned and whistled a merry tune as he walked. Now that he had his sons and his grandsons, he could turn his attention to getting his third boy realizing just what sat in front of him. Stoick chuckled as he opened the Great Hall doors. If someone told him back before autumn that by winter he would be conniving a way to pair up two dragons, he knew he would have tied the fool to a ship's mast and shoved them off of Berk. Now, Stoick knew of nothing that seemed more fun than playing matchmaker for Toothless.

"That did just happen, right?" Hiccup asked when the door finally closed.

Astrid stood and walked around. She pulled Hiccup into a hug. Gyda had been right. Hiccup flourished under the love and attention of everyone, but he remained that fifteen-year-old teenager that not too long ago had been ignored and shunned. He had been a boy desperate to know his father loved him and was proud of him. That Stoick accepted Toothless and Sharpshot and did not disavow their claims of brotherhood to Hiccup was one thing. That Stoick claimed the dragons as his own sons alongside of Hiccup was another thing entirely. Astrid knew how overwhelmed Hiccup felt right then. She smiled when Hiccup enclosed her in his arms.

"Your family's whole now," she whispered.

"No," Hiccup whispered. "Sneaky isn't in it yet." His next words sent shivers down Astrid's spine. "You are not in it, my love."

"Hiccup, we should continue."

Astrid sighed as Gyda spoke. She knew that it was important for Hiccup to learn about his new abilities, but she did not want to let him go. She did not want him to let her go. Not after that comment.

[Um.] The voice sounded unsure and soft. [I'm..uh, we are wondering something.]

Astrid looked over Hiccup's shoulder. She saw Toothless' Nadder youngling staring at Hiccup then his father and back to Hiccup. Astrid reluctantly released Hiccup so he could turn and face the youngling.

"What are you wondering?" Hiccup asked.

[If you and Sharpshot are our uncles,] the Nadder began, still sounding soft and unsure, though his brothers rubbed their heads against him, cooing in what sounded like an encouraging manner. [then the Tiny-fang female and the human female will be our aunts, right?]

"In time, yes," Hiccup said.

All three younglings turned to look at Moondust. The Nadder looked back to Hiccup.

[Does that mean since she's in here that she'll be our mother?]