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Stoick fell to his knees and stayed in that position the whole late morning and afternoon. Gobber, little nephew Snotlout's dad Spitelout and the Hoffersons, little Astrid sleeping soundly in their arms, gave him company in spite of his repeated concerned requests to leave him alone. The ship had sailed already on its Journey to Asgard a long time ago.

"Time ter go, Stoick. A chief's business to do." Gobber stood and patted Stoick on his back as he stood up and turned around to the great hall. The Blacksmith hobbled off as he cursed the stupid trolls for having stolen his left sock. The entire tribe had got to know about the incident and had paid their last homage to the Heir of Berk and his mother during the Ship's final sailing.

Stoick didn't want to move. But against his will he stood up and, in moments, barged into the great Hall.

All the Vikings lifted their dejected heads. Silent whispers welcomed him as he took his place at the head of the huge ring.

"Stoick, we're so sorry. We heard about Hiccup and Valka-" One lady began.

"Stop!" Stoick thundered. The effect was, well, effective: the whole hall grew silent proving that the proverb 'Pin-drop silence' was actually possible in real life. "We're Vikings. It is an occupational hazard. What happened to me, it can happen to anyone." He pointed at random Vikings. "it could be you or your family." Stoick explained his stand, his voice both more or less gruff and gentle. Then he banged his fist on the table. "This will not stop me from doing my Chief duties of my village. After all," He paused for a moment before continuing. "My village comes before," he choked. "Family. They're gone. I can't do anything to bring them back. But I'll do what my family would want me to do- kill every dragon I meet. And especially the one that took them away. Now, who's with me?" he asked the hall.

"All of us, Stoick. All of us." The Hall resonated as the one answer Stoick was desperate to hear was heard. He then walked out of the hall. The hall erupted in a series of complaints and protests as Stoick made his way out and shut the huge door.

Stoick felt empty, void of any feelings. He was disappointed. Never had he left a hall meeting Halfway in his whole life. As a kid too, he attended the meetings to know how to rule over the people like his father, Hamish the Fourth. How bright his dreams were, of Hiccup attending the meetings when he came of age, becoming a better chief than his father. How happy it would have been, to see his son in the hall, outside asking him questions. But now it was not possible. It would now mean never possible...

A song came to his mind as he walked to his house, the highest house in the entire island.

I'll swim and sail the savage seas, with ne'er a fear of drowning

I'll gladly ride the waves of life, if you will marry me.

That he and his Valka would sing. The others would tease them during their youth, by changing the lyrics a little. But now he would have to go to Valhalla to sing that songs with her again. The sun was shining and the weather was warm, the fragrance of flowers was entertaining. The weather would rarely burst in all its splendour and it had to do so today when his heart was in pieces. He silently cursed Frey the god of the spring.

He shut himself in his house and no one ever saw him again that day.

Three years later

The place was pepped up Viking-style. Leaves were stitched together to make a carpet on the hard cold floor. A cradle out of Screaming Death scales hung from the ceiling. Some scales also functioned as Valka's armour when she stayed up one night making it as dragon proof as possible. She also attached a strap that allowed her to carry Hiccup while keeping her hands free.

Valka was completely worn out as she upgraded her armour that she felt sleepy. Behind her two chubby hands prepared to surprise her as they clamped onto her eyes. "Hiccup," she smiled as she pulled the hands in front and Hiccup laughed out. Valka pulled him front and began tickling him long and hard. Hiccup began laughing uncontrollably as he helplessly began to swat away his mother's hands. The little one had just began talking in crude words and gave his mother immense joy when he spoke.

"Stop, it Stop it!" he once cried out and resumed laughing again, his mother's fingers back at work.

Valka then gently put him down and stretched a little. At that moment a shadow fell on her and Hiccup. Valka looked for her dragon, Cloudjumper the storm cutter who was dozing in the shade. Wondering which Dragon could've caused a shadow like that, a shrill whistle rang out on the usually silent day except for occasional Dragon roars. Valka had heard that sound only twice in her whole life, on berk, when her uncle was carried away and apparently killed by the Whistle-blower. Valka held her breath.

"Night Fury," she exhaled, partly in worry and partly in excitement. The Viking in her wanted to kill the beast but the Dragon in her wanted to learn more about the dragon that stood prime in the Mystery class of the book of dragons. Cloudjumper, alert as usual, went against the arduous task of searching for the dragon.

"No, it is too dangerous; No Nightfury has been seen here in the past fifty years." Cloudjumper told her. Valka had now been enough acquainted with her dragon to know what he wanted to convey to her. She shunned the fears of the mature dragon.

"I'll just see them and come back before you even know it. Take care of Hiccup." She requested; the dragon nodded. It only knew too well what Hiccup, the naughty three year old toddler, was capable of. Once Hiccup had disappeared only to be found sleeping beside a terrible terror a few edges down. It had scared Valka to the core and then onwards she didn't let him out of her sight ever again.

Cloudjumper positioned itself across hiccup between him and his mother. Hiccup called out. And Valka consoled him and told him to be a good boy and that she'd be back soon. The Viking-ness is being shown. She thought miserably. The attitude of a Viking to do anything whatever he wanted would naturally be in Hiccup. He is a Viking after all.

Valka tied a vine rope to Cloudjumper and fastened the other end around her own self. The Dragons had flown upwards; so, she'd have to climb up. She began climbing up, slowly and steadily. She wasn't a Viking to make rash decisions and certainly didn't depend only on her brawn power. She began taking rational steps upwards using the rocks peeping out of the cliffs as the steps. But one can never be lucky always. Valka missed a stone step and she began hanging from her hands. Valka never made it her habit to look down when climbing up, but now since she felt weak and tired from holding, she decided to peep. The view beneath gave her a feeling like that of drinking Yaknog put safely aside for a month. Her insides turned to jelly, trying to let her throw up the fish she had eaten that morning. She realised that she was way above the cavern. A cry left her lips before she could stop herself.

"Help!" Valka called out loud. Cloudjumper peeped out and the terror she saw in his eyes, she would never forget in her life. Cloudjumper began climbing up and in no moment was up with her. As Valka carefully lowered herself onto the Dragon appoint that had eluded her came into her range of thinking and instinctively looked down. Her three year old son looked up in anxiety after hearing his mother call. He was standing on the very edge. If he took a step...

"Hiccup!"Valka called out fear increasing in leaps and bounds. Instinctively, Hiccup took a step ahead, still looking above, oblivious to the fact that he was about to fall into the indefinite chasm beyond. Valka remembered only a blur of what happened next. A huge shadow of black flew over her and Cloudjumper and landed softly on the cliff that was their home. The dragon pulled Hiccup away and, Valka lowered herself in haste. When she and the storm cutter landed, the Nightfury, as the dragon had turned out to be, was nudging Hiccup onto the bed. Hiccup was reluctant to get going. Hiccup planted his heels into the floor but was unsuccessful; the dragon pushed him ahead without any constraint. Valka noticed that the dragon was almost as tall as her, nearly five feet in height and nearly a meter wide. Valka rushed and pulled Hiccup away. The dragons eyes were pearl green and hopeful. Behind the offspring of Lightning and Death a little black bundle landed.

This one was a hatchling Nightfury, sharing the Bigger dragon's adorable pearl green eyes and a scaly skin so dark and rough; it could only mean that this new dragon was somehow related to the bigger Nightfury. A little Nightfury.

Cloudjumper whispered in his human's ears, "That one is a mother. The new one is her hatchling."

The mother dragon's eyes turned to slits as she spun around and made her way to her hatchling. Valka was about to go and stop the dragon but Cloudjumper stopped her by putting his tail in the way. The new hatchling Nightfury had sneezed because of the snow that sometimes, during a storm, would seep into the cavern. It had such adorable eyes, the pupil so big and pouty, that Valka felt a sudden yearn to tickle it, the way she tickled her son.

The mother now towered over the little one and gave such a terrible ear-splitting roar that Hiccup, in his mother's arms, shut his ears tightly. The Hatchling too shut its ears with its fore limbs. The mother dragon kept pushing the little offspring of Lightning and Death till the edge and, with one final push, sent him off the Edge. The dragon disappeared and, a moment later, reappeared. The mother gave a roar and, the little one, cowering in fear of getting in its mother's way, disappeared again as it flew upwards.

Clear of distractions of any sort, the Mother Nightfury turned back to the Humans. Hiccup still had his hands on his ears. Valka lowered him slowly onto the bed and stood straight. The Nightfury kept changing her decision, her eyes looking at Hiccup and then Valka and again Hiccup, unable to decide the worthy one. She then, to Valka's surprise, lowered her head and front towards hiccup as a sign of acceptance, respect and... submission?

Before Valka could make anything out, the dragon disappeared in a flash and the Cavern was empty, empty except for them. Valka felt her feet buckle beneath her. Cloudjumper was there to support her as she sat down onto the bed carefully

"Good dragon," Hiccup smiled at her.

"No, my dear," Valka corrected him, her hand brushing through Hiccup's auburn hair. "A good and strong dragon."

Hiccup once again smiled at her, showing his crookedly white teeth as Valka gently with a mother's care, kissed him gently on his forehead. "Time for bed." She called out.

"No!" Hiccup reaction was almost half-expected. He thrashed about in her arms, trying to escape away from her angrily. And it took another eternity to get him to sleep.

While Valka was singing a lullaby to Hiccup,

"... My dearest one, my darling dear,

Your mighty words astound me..."

She couldn't help but replay that moment, when the Nightfury bowed down to her and Hiccup. What had that meant? She couldn't remove the strong memories of the Night fury's eyes.

All the other dragons took at least a month to get acquainted with and to acquaint with. Why did the Nightfury get acquainted, began to trust us, so quickly? It is unnatural for a dragon to do that, at least not within an hour.

As Valka lay down beside Hiccup who was curled up in a ball, she kept thinking about dragons gesture, the possibilities each more unlikely than the previous. It was a long time before she lost the battle to stay awake. Hiccups gentle snores were there to comfort her and in the end, they were one of the most beautiful things she had heard in her life.

And that's it.

Too much to speculate, huh? It was something to write this chapter, to fish out the new and imaginable thing that I could add in here. Still, I am pretty happy with what I wrote. I will give you a teaser- the little Nightfury was Toothless! The dimensions of the dragon are my own, not taken from anywhere.

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