Okay, so, there is going to be A LOT (and I mean A LOOOOOOOTTTT) of Mother/Son fluff in this chapter. Sorry, I just really love Valka and Hiccup's relationship, especially since Valka was gone for twenty years, and Hiccup doesn't even know what it's like to have a mother and it's both strange and amazing to him at the same time and I just.

FANGIRL. :D

I have a joke! Why are fangirls so odd? Because we can't even

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! Some of you will get it, some of you will probably be like "Whut?" But yeah, I like jokes, I like Mother/Son bonding, and I like updating my stories! So, here's chapter 8! :D

Hiccup stood, backing away from Toothless. The dragon's eyes were narrowed into slits, and he approached his rider, his teeth unsheathed, snarls permeating from his throat.

"Toothless!" Hiccup shouted. "What's the matter with you!? No…no, no, no, no, no…Toothless, come on! It's me! Toothless!"

However, no amount of yelling would change the dragon's mind. He lifted his head, gas coming up in his throat. Just as he ignited it, a body slammed into Hiccup's, and his world went black.

When he opened his eyes, he was lying on the ground, breathing heavily. Smoke hung in the air like thick fog; fog impossible to see through. Hiccup stood up, waving his hands back and forth to clear it. Once he did, he was greeted by the sight of Valka kneeling beside Stoick's body, her head resting against her husband's chest.

Hiccup raced over, not believing what he was seeing. His father was dead. His dad was dead. The person who raised him was gone forever, and it was his fault. Why didn't he move out of the way before the plasma blast hit? Why did his father have to be the one to save him?

Valka looked up at him, tears staining her face. "Look what you've done, Hiccup," she sobbed. "This is all your fault."

"No," Hiccup said, looking the body of his father over. His father was gone. Dead. Gone forever out of his life. He couldn't believe it. "He can't be gone," Hiccup said. "He can't be."

"He is, and it's because of you," Valka accused. "You did this."

"Dad…" Hiccup whispered. "Dad! DAD!"

The Bewilderbeast rose up from behind them, and before Hiccup knew what was happening, they were covered in ice.

The scene shifted, and it was raining glass. Although it was a dream, Hiccup could have sworn he could feel the shards of it cutting his skin. He spun around in a circle. Valka was standing, ready to mount Cloudjumper.

"Mom!" Hiccup shouted. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Hiccup," Valka said. She jumped on Cloudjumper's back, and the dragon flew off.

"MOM!" Hiccup screamed. "NO! Please don't leave me, too! MOM!"

Hiccup screamed, long and loud, as he finally woke up from his nightmare. He shot into a sitting position, which was a terrible idea, since he had a pounding headache. Through the haze of his fever, he saw Valka sitting next to him. She looked urgent, her eyes filled with concern and panic.

This is all your fault. Look what you've done, Hiccup. You did this, Hiccup. Your fault, Hiccup. He's dead because of you, Hiccup…Hiccup…Hiccup…

"Hiccup!" Valka shouted. She didn't sound angry; in fact, she sounded terrified. Hiccup didn't know what it was; maybe it was the tone of his mother's voice, or all he concern and care and love in her eyes towards him that made him burst into tears. He couldn't stop them once they started, despite his efforts. He felt his stomach churn and twist, and instantly knew what was coming next. Valka must have, too, because she grabbed a bucket off to the side and put it underneath Hiccup's chin. Instantly, he choked and gagged, bringing up whatever was left in his stomach. It was painful, as he had already thrown up most everything earlier that day, and he sobbed once he was finished expelling.

Valka watched him for only a second before she wrapped her loving arms around his body and pulled him to her chest. He sobbed, stumbling over the words he was trying to get out.

"I'm s-s-sorry…" he choked. "I-it's m-my fault."

Valka didn't have to ask what he meant before she knew. Hiccup had been shouting his father's name over and over in his sleep, and Valka knew he also had nightmares about Stoick's death. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

He had also been calling for her, shouting, "Please don't leave me!" but she didn't know what that was about, so she reacted only to what she knew.

"No, no, sweetheart, it's not your fault," she said. "You didn't do anything wrong, Hiccup."

Hiccup only continued to sob. Valka reacted over, grabbing the bucket and setting it down on the floor beside the bed before her hands returned to embrace Hiccup once again.

"I d-didn't wa-ant him to…d-die," Hiccup cried.

"I know, I know, Hiccup," Valka said. Her heart was breaking for him. She couldn't bear to see him so broken. "I know, I didn't want him to die, either." Her own tears were falling, but she kept them silent for Hiccup's sake.

"I do-on't w-want to be alone," Hiccup sobbed. "I don-don't want you to le-eave me, too. Please d-don't l-leave me…will you?"

Valka was surprised by the question, but there was no way she was going to hesitate while answering her son's question.

"Oh no no no no no," Valka said quickly. She laid Hiccup back, and then laid down beside him, hugging him to her protectively. "No, I'll never leave you, Hiccup," she said.

"B-but…D-Dad didn't m-m-ean to l-leave us, either," Hiccup sobbed against her chest. "I don't w-want y-you to leave me…l-like…Daddy accidently…d-d-did…b-be'cause…me…"

"Shhhh," Valka soothed, rubbing Hiccup's heaving back. "Your father loved you. He loved you so much, Hiccup. He wouldn't want you to blame yourself."

Hiccup still cried, wrapping his arms around his mother and hugging her back.

"Shhhh," Valka said as if he were very young, as she pulled the blanket over him and herself. She remembered the days when Hiccup was still an infant; he was never the easiest baby to get to sleep, but she always managed to do it somehow, between her or Stoick.

Eventually, after five minutes exactly, Hiccup feel asleep in his mother's embrace, his own hold on her going slack. Valka rested her chin on top of his head. For some reason, she didn't feel tired as she had earlier that evening. She knew Hiccup needed her, probably more than he wished to admit openly.

"You're going to be alright, Hiccup," Valka said, although he was sleeping and couldn't hear what she was saying. "I'm not going anywhere."

That was a promise she intended to keep, for as long as she lived.