Hey guys! I am so, so, sorry this took so long to get out! I had this ready to post, but then school got crazy and I forgot my password for this account so~ *shrugs* What can ya do? But I'm here now- with the final chapter! Not entirely happy with it, even after two months, but I hope y'all enjoy.

Astrid was anxious.

Why?

She had no idea.

Nothing was going on in Berk that she was aware of: it wasn't Snoggletog, no birthdays were being celebrated, nor were any weddings being officiated. The only thing off was the fact that Hiccup had taken their daughter on a camping trip and the two were due back in a week or so.

Astrid was drifting about the main square of Berk where much of the tribe was gathered, buying and selling various goods or sharing gossip. Her blue-eyed gaze was unconsciously drifting to the clouds, much like she had done when the dragons still inhabited the island and Hiccup and Toothless would be late coming home. Her concern for the two never seemed to desist, even after Toothless and the dragons had left.

She still worried for her husband, and now for her daughter, but also for the Night Fury that had changed the village.

Astrid sometimes missed the dragons.

She suddenly shook herself mentally, turning her gaze out to the sparkling sea and placing a hand on her pregnant stomach, smiling wistfully to herself as she walked closer to the edge of the cliff that Berk rested upon. Breathing deeply, she took in the sea air and briefly closed her eyes, reminiscing about her first flight on Toothless.

Her ears rang with the haunting whistle that had streaked across the sky each time the dark dragon had flown, and the feeling of moist clouds slipping through her fingers on that first romantic flight….

Sighing, Astrid felt her and Hiccup's second child kick her relentlessly, bringing her back to reality as she opened her eyes, blinking away the memory.

And yet the whistle remained.

That ear-splitting screech that had at first serviced terror and legend and then become a beacon of comfort and safety for the tribe.

Astrid's brow furrowed in confusion, at first thinking she was just hearing things, or maybe her pregnancy was just messing with her, but then she scrunched her eyes, sweeping her gaze over the horizon. To her utter disbelief, a shape not unlike a large gray thundercloud was approaching Berk.

But Astrid knew better.

Her eyes widened and a large grin split her face as she observed the "cloud" and vaguely sensed other vikings surrounding her, namely the twins, Fishlegs, Valka, and Eret.

"Are those…" Eret began, an awed tone to his voice.

Astrid simply nodded, her joy overwhelming her as the first dragon to land on Berk in ten years touched down. It was a Stormcutter, one she recognized as Valka's companion Cloudjumper.

Sure enough, Valka let out a choked sob and ran forward, embracing her friend and leading to the first rider-dragon reunion of the day.

Soon after, dozens of dragons landed, including Barf & Belch, Meatlug and Hookfang. The two dragons rushed to their riders and the children who accompanied them while Hookfang simply approached Astrid, nuzzling her stomach gently and then blowing hot air into her hair before grunting and walking over to Spitelout, his rider's father.

Astrid watched sadly, chewing her lip, but was knocked out of her reverie by a familiar scaly nudge. Turning, she nearly cried when she was met by Stormfly who was sniffing her curiously and purring constantly at Astrid's touch.

"I missed you, girl," She said softly, cradling Stormfly's front horn and laughing as her Nadder nuzzled her stomach tenderly. "Careful, Stormfly."

Her dragon obliged but continued demanding love as dozens of other friends were reunited around the pair. Offhandedly, Astrid wondered where Toothless and Luna were, and with a huff of laughter wondered if her husband was behind the dragons' return.

Sure enough, not a moment later, the whistle of a Night Fury cut through the Berkian air. The vikings gazed up in awe, searching for the dragon of their chief and being rewarded by a too-fast-to-follow black blur that flew and spun overhead.

"Yeahhhh baby!"

Astrid let out a laugh of delight, gazing in amazement as Toothless soared above them, the telltale shape of his rider upon his back. However, a barely visible white shadow chased after the duo, roaring in triumph with Toothless.

The alpha flew closer to Berk, landing beside Astrid and revealing an ecstatic Hiccup, hair and beard comically windswept, holding a breathless Myra in his arms, her hair hopelessly tangled.

Berk collectively cheered at the dragons' reappearance but fell silent in awe when Luna landed, none of them having had the chance to observe her. The original plan had fallen apart too quickly, and the resulting battle had left her susceptible to human distrust.

Luna hovered close to her mate, completely tense in the presence of vikings, and refused to let their hatchling out of her mouth but suddenly relaxed when Hiccup's hand graced her back.

"It's okay, Luna," Hiccup reassured. "You're safe here."

Luna looked to Toothless for affirmation and got a comforting warble in response. Opening her mouth fully, Luna placed Stardust on Berk's soil where she promptly stumbled over to Myra.

"So," Astrid said, walking over to her husband and grinning as she watched her daughter. "I'm assuming you have a perfectly reasonable explanation for this?"

Hiccup smirked and looked around his tribe, observing the reunited pairs of friends and laughed lightly.

"You know me, m'lady," He said and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her closer. "I always know what I'm doing."

Astrid gave him a look, glaring at him and hitting his chest.

Hiccup laughed and shook his head. "Okay, not always." He admitted before gesturing to where the vikings were interacting with their dragons, more specifically Myra with Stardust. "But I think I did okay with this one."

Astrid smiled and leaned into his side as Toothless and Luna playfully chased Myra.

She sighed and grabbed his hand in her own.

"Yeah, you did, babe."