GENDERBEND! HTTYD!

The Viking and the Dragon Maiden.

Chapter Thirteen: Moment of Truth.

Several Minutes Later.

Over the Northern Seas.

"I don't believe this!" Ash cried as they made their way to Sharp Island, which Sharpshot told them was where they crashed. "Tradition clearly states that no-one, not even the Chief, is supposed to interfere with the Viking Test!"

"Stoick must've not got that part." Hicca called back grimly, before Snotlout, Hookfang, Tuff, Ruff, Barf and Belch suddenly made themselves known and flew beside them.

"We were flying by when Pain, Head and Butt told us what happened! Is Chief Stoick and the others really here!?" Snotlout asked, looking unsure of what to feel, as they all landed on a cliff overshadowing the beach.

"See for yourself." Hicca pointed downward, where sure enough, Berkians were by the shore, their wrecked ship by their side.

"Hey! Theirs Mom!" Tuff cried out, pointing at a women with long blonde hair and blue eyes, looking around. It was Hazelnut Thorston, Ruffnut and Tuffnut's mother.

"And theirs my dad!" called the Jorgenson boy, as he looked at his father, who had his messy dark brown hair and green eyes, looking around while readjusting his helmet. It was Spitelout Jorgenson, his dad. Hicca could see the resemblance.

"My mom is their too. And Fishlegs's mom." Ash pointed to two women who were calling out their names. One was rather plump, and had semi-long braided blonde hair and blue eyes. She was Fishlegs's mother, Guppy. The women beside her was more fit then her friend, with long blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and a sword in hand. This was, without a doubt, Ash's mother, Ingrid, and her eyes shone with worry for her son.

"You know. After everything we went through, I almost forgot my dad, and how obsessed he was with winning everything and always wanting me to try my hardest to win the Thawfest Games, and be the Viking I want to be. But..." Snotlout looked down awkwardly, absentmindedly stroking Hookfang's horn with a conflicted look on his face, "But now, I feel like I was only becoming the Viking my dad wanted me to be. But, after everything we've seen, I no longer want to be the Viking he had in mind. I'm gonna be my own Viking. And Dragon Rider! And man, I'm gonna be the best!" he stated proudly, as the others looked at him in complete shock. From his confession, and his honesty. Before Hicca smiled.

"I'm sure you will." she told him, and he nodded in acknowledgement.

"You may already know this, but we were always getting into trouble. So much that our mom would get in trouble for it." Tuffnut started talking, looking at his mother, who was looking around frantically, with sorry eyes, his sister held the same look.

"Yeah. But no matter what we did, or what happened, she still stayed with us, when any other Viking would have just disowned us there and there, and loved us. But we never even acknowledged her, or cared about the trouble we, or her, got into." Ruffnut looked close to tears, unable to believe just how horrible they were to their own mother. Tuff placed a comforting hand on his sister's shoulder.

Hicca looked between the both of them, "I'm sure she forgives you." they both turned to look at her, clearly to object, but she continued, "Otherwise, she wouldn't be here." they paused, before looking down at their worried mother, with the slightest bit of hope in their eyes.

Then Hicca turned to Ash, who didn't remove his eyes from his mother, sometimes wavering to Stoick before falling back in place.

"Ash?" Hicca asked slowly, not wanting to push him, and he sighed.

"Ever since I was a kid, Stoick had been more of a father to me then my real dad was." that was true, Snotlout and the Twins knew. Ash's father had left them, on account of another women, sailing away with her in the night. Leaving Ingrid pregnant and alone.

"Stoick helped as much as he could, considering that Ingrid was Valka's best friend, and raised like his son, taught me everything I know. How to wield an Axe, how to fight, how to lead. It was like..." he sighed, "Like I was the child he never had the chance to know." they all looked sympathetic when they remembered the tale of Stoick's daughter.

They all went silent, before Ash sealed himself.

"Listen. I have an idea. If we can go down their, and remind them of the traditions and rules to the Viking's Quest, maybe they'll leave." the Twins and Snotlout nodded. Even for them, it sounded like a good plan.

Snotlout's POV.

What? Am? I? DOING?!

'I know what your doing,' a voice said, and it sounded suspiciously like Hookfang's voice, 'Your getting yourself killed!'

We landed and hide among the tree trucks, and spied on my entire clan! What am I thinking!?

"So...uh... what's the plan again?" I heard Hookfang ask, sounding nervous.

"Talk to them, remind them of the traditions of the Viking's Quest, them they go home and leave us too it. Simple."

"Oh. So no plan then?" he said dryly.

"Yeah, pretty much." I replied with the same tone. "Especially with them." he pointed to the Twins and the Zippleback, who choose a very poor hiding spot: the mast of the ship.

"We're dead/We're dead." we both said in sync.

Hicca's POV.

I'm honestly not surprised with the Twins choice of hiding. Though I do know that they understand, their still...well... nutty.

I'm just hoping that Ash's plan works. I mean, even for a scary looking guy, he seems somewhat reasonable. And Ash said that they were like father and son! What kind of father wouldn't give their son a chance to speak his mind.

I can only hope.

Wait. What was that in the trees?

On closer exception, I could see golden eyes and white and orange scales.

Oh, no!

Cloudjumper's POV.

It was him.

I thought it would be years more before I saw him again. The last time I saw him, his face was red with anger, with tears cascading his cheeks, mingling into his fire-red beard, as the one-armed, one-legged human went to comfort him.

He looked just the same as before. His forest green eyes, the strong build, his fire-red hair and beard, but the beard changed a bit. Before, it was just a mess of fur. Now it was in one of those neat knots.

I was torn as to what to do. I wanted to approach him calmly and tell him that his daughter was safe and sound. But I also wanted to fight him to the death for her. She may be Snowstorm's Hatchling, but she was still my little runt, my little Pine Leaf. I was her guardian. Her safety was my responsibility. If she wanted to go with them, I'll let her go by her wish. If they hurt her, I grab each and every one of them and even drop them in Infernia's volcano.

I was snapped out of my inner rage when I heard them yelling, and looked to see them yelling and pointing up at their biggest stick on their hollowed logs. And I saw none other then Barf and Belch the Zippleback, and hiding on their backs, away from prying eyes were the Identical Ones, Ruffnut and Tuffnut I believe.

They couldn't see them, but even if they did, they would have just assumed they would have been held hostage. As annoying as they are, they don't deserve to be locked down in their Stone Ring. I have to help.

For King and Colony!

With a mighty roar, I charged out of the trees, catching the Vikings' attention immediately. They turned, weapons raised and attacked! They attacked me at all fronts, but I was able to fend them off, using my tail, and my four wings.

Then I looked at him. The Alpha. The King. The father to the one I'm sworn to protect.

"So, your still around are ya?" I snorted, deciding not to speak, "I'm gonna make you regret this day. The day you decide to show your scaly hind at me. And the day you took my little girl, the only family I had left, away from me."

"I was only following the orders of my King, who didn't want her to endure the pain she would go through!" I wanted to scream at him, but kept my silence.

Until the battle begun.

Stoick's POV.

I'll give it this.

The Stormcutter puts up one heck of a fight.

Both of us were fighting viciously, brawling like we had something to fight for. Which I did. I was fighting for my poor baby girl that didn't even had a chance to live.

The Zippleback on the mast saw the distraction and took off.

When the four winged beast saw that, he made to escape too.

But I wasn't having that.

"Oh, ho! No you don't! NOW!" ropes flew from the other Berkians hands and wrapped themselves tightly around it's legs and wings, pinning them to it's body and causing it to fall to the ground. It thrashed around to try and break free, but even more ropes flew out and covered it. It was completely defenseless.

I approached it and raised my Hammer to strike and smash it's head in for killing my little girl.

I don't even know how it got there, but in a minute, I was now being blocked by a strong sword.

I looked at the armored person blocking me, shocked. It was really him. Or her I suppose. "Dragon Rider." we stared for a bit, giving me time to notice those eerily familiar eyes behind the mask. I saw them whenever I looked at the mirror. I snapped out of it and let out a inhuman growl and pulled my Hammer back for another strike.

She was quicker and kicked me away from the Stormcutter, giving her a moment to cut it's restraints before turning back to me. I growled when I saw the Stormcutter breaking out of it's ropes, and readied itself for battle. I got ready too.

"Chief Stoick!" Ash's voice rang out, catching everyone's attention. He was standing a few feet away from us, a sky blue Deadly Nadder standing behind him, protectively.

"Ash?" I questioned, confused to see my pupil standing in front of one of those beasts, and said beast standing over him protectively.

"Chief, what are you doing here? You know the rules and traditions of the Viking's Quest." Ash told me.

"I do know that Ash, but when a Dragon Hunter called Grimborn told us of your kidnapping, we weren't going to stand by and let this creature have it's way with you." The Dragon Rider growled, as though insulted.

Ash looked confused, before his face cleared up when he realized what and who he was talking about, "Kidnapped? No, we're not kidnapped. We had everything under complete control!" Ash told me.

But I shook my head, firmly. "Never the less, I'm gonna make every Dragon pay for taking the last family I had away from me. Starting with her." I told him, pointing my Hammer at her, as she tilted her head in confusion.

I charged at her with a battle cry, and she raised her sword in defense, blocking it, but giving me a clear shot at her stomach and kicked her, sending her back. She growled, getting to her feet and pounced, getting on my back and started clawing at me with talons that were fitted on her gloves. I threw her off a second time, and she let out a very Dragon like snarl.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Ash was soon joined by the other teens, each with a Dragon beside them, Snotlout and a Monstrous Nightmare and the Thorston Twins had a Zippleback. I also noticed that them, and the beasts all looked really nervous. Ash made to move forward, but the Nadder's tail stopped him. Strange.

I was pulled out of my thinking when the girl's sword suddenly went alight, and she charged once more. I gave one mighty swing, which connected with her sword, but it didn't break, but the force was enough to send her to the ground.

Rolling around, she made for another attack, but I was quicker. I pinned her to the ground by the stomach with my foot, and raised my Hammer to finish it.

"NO!"

Ash's desperate cry held me back. I looked over at him, and was surprised to see tears in his eyes, one stray dripping steadily down his cheek. But Ash hasn't cried since his uncle's death. Why now?

My distraction was all that the Dragon Rider needed, as she flipped, making me lose my balance and fall to the floor.

She jumped on and planted her weight to prevent me from moving. I couldn't reach my Hammer and I was a bit worn out from the fight. She pulled out a Dagger, which looked like a Nadder's Spike, and held it at my throat.

We stared at each other for a good bit, and she looked ready to go through with it, before another voice cried out.

"WAIT!" it was Fishlegs, riding a Gronckle, with two books in hand. He leaped off and ran over to the Dragon Rider and pulled her off.

"Fishlegs! What are you doing!?"

"Y-You don't understand!" Fishlegs huffed, sounding out of breath.

"I understand enough that Chief Stoick is a threat to my home, and I will protect it!" he words spoke truth and honer. And it made me wonder where I heard that before...

"No-no-no! It's not that! It's this!" he opened up a page to one of the books he carried, and what I saw struck me to the core. It was Valka's seal, only it was a vibrant red. My wife...

"My Dragon Books?! You want to turn this into a-"

"This is a Berkian Seal!"

She froze. She grabbed the book and looked at it, while Fishlegs opened the other book, showing the same seal, only in deep blue. Valka's blue.

"A Berkian's Seal is in crested in my books? What are you saying?"

"In Berk, there's a tradition that when a Viking shown a trait that expresses them the most, they are giving a Seal and a name that represents their place!" if this Dragon Rider had Valka's Seal, and if that Stormcutter is indeed the same one that took my daughter, then that could only mean...

"This Seal in particular, belongs to Valka the Peaceful, late Chieftress of the Berkian Tribe! Valka the Peaceful is your mother! And..." he hesitated, "She is also Stoick's late wife."

Everything in the world seemed to spin for both of us. If what Fishlegs' had said was true, then that meant...

"Hicca, Stoick is your father. You can't hurt him, let alone kill him!" Hicca?! That was her name?! Was this really my long lost daughter?!

"Cloudjumper?" the girl's voice was quite, shaky, as she turned to the Stormcutter, who actually looked very saddened. "Is this true?"

The Dragon stared at the ground, before lifting itself up and - honest to Odin and Thor - spoke to her.

"We were going to tell you." he told her in a saddened tone. Her breathing went erratic, before her hand slowly went to her mask and she took it off, letting long, auburn hair tied in gauze flow down her back. Her back was turned to me, and I couldn't see her face.

Then she turned, and I almost choked on my own saliva. She almost looked a lot like Valka. There wasn't a doubt in my mind now. This was Hicca. My daughter. My little girl. She had both mine and Valka's characteristics. My forest green eyes and my freckles, Valka's auburn hair and fair skin.

Tears started to form in her eyes, and I wanted nothing more then to scoop her in my arms and hug her until her tears dried. It always worked with Val.

But then, the moment was shattered when she turned and ran towards the Night Fury, who held a look of concern, before taking off with her on it's- his back.

"Hicca!" Ash ran to the Nadder and took off after her, and I made to follow before the Stormcutter's wing blocked me. I turned to glare, but it faded when I saw the sad look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but it's best that she is given some time alone." he told me, which I'm still trying to wrap my head around, before nodding, sighing as I looked at the midnight black and sky blue dots get smaller and smaller.

"FISHLEGS!" I turned to the sound of Guppy's voice to see her hugging the life out of her son, who smiled despite his squished face. The Gronckle slowly approach, as though not to scare the women, but she didn't seem that bothered with the Dragon, just glad that her son was safe and sound.

"MOM/MOM!" to identical voices called, and I was surprised to see the Twins run to their mother, Hazelnut in absolute joy, much to their mother's surprise, but it surprised the both of us when they started apologizing for not being very good kids and for always getting her into trouble. But she just smiled and hugged them both tighter. The Zippleback soon joining in, wrapping his...her...it's? necks around them, much to their mother's increasing shock.

"SNOTLOUT!" then I heard Spitelout cry out, though it sounded highly exaggerated. I knew that Spitelout didn't really care for his son. He only cared that the Jorgenson blood line had enough pride so they might become Chief. I tried to tell Ash to tell Snotlout that his dad was just using him, but being so full of Jorgenson pride and ego, he didn't.

Though this time, I noticed that Snotlout looked a bit uncomfortable as Spitelout made his way towards him and the Nightmare, who seemed to be giving him a warning glare. Snotlout took a few steps back behind the Nightmare, who seemed to understand the situation and gently told my brother-in-law to back off, which I relished.

"Ash..." I heard Ingrid whisper as she stared at the fading dot in the sky. The Stormcutter, Cloudjumper I believe started to walk towards her, just as Gobber joined me.

Ingrid looked at the creature. Neither spoke a word, but the message was clear.

'They need some time.'

Cloudjumper cleared his throat and turned to the other Dragons. "Younglings!" the Dragons turned to him, "We shall walk the rest of the way home, to give Littlefire time to adjust to this news." Littlefire? Did he mean Hicca?

The Nightmare nodded, lightly picking Snotlout up by the back of his shirt and placing him on his back, walking away, purposely hitting Spitelout with his tail. The Gronckle, who happily introduced herself to Ingermen's mother as Meatlug, lowered her head for them to climb on, Fishlegs in front, while Guppy was in the back. The Twins got on the Zippleback's necks, while Hazelnut slowly approached, before sitting herself at the base of the two necks.

The Stormcutter looked at us, before lowering his head for us to climb on. After a few moments of hesitation, I climbed on, Gobber and Ingrid soon following. Cloudjumper shifted at the weight.

"By the Great Dragon, what does your wooden-limbed friend eat!" he grumbled, making me chuckle as he started to walk.

As we walked, I kept my eye on the sky.

With Hicca and Ash.

Ash watched while still in the sky as Hicca leaped off Toothless's back, and rushed over to Snowstorm's watering hole.

"Hicca! Wait!" he called for her as he jumped off mid flight. She either didn't listen, or didn't hear him, as she kept on running. She ran until she reached the cliff overshadowing the watering hole and cried out in distressed anger.

"Father Snowy!" she called, sounding close to crying, and the noise broke his heart right there. "Is it true?! Am I really the daughter of Stoick 'the Vast' Haddock! Chief of Berk!" she cried, falling to her knees, as the White King slowly rose from his watery throne and looked at her with sad and loving eyes.

"So you know." he confirmed, but that wasn't what she wanted to hear. Her cries turned to sobs, before she calmed down and looked at him. "How?"

Snowstorm knew what she meant. She meant how it all started. How could her mother mate with what she used to think was a monster? He sighed.

"It is time you knew the past, Littlefire." he told her gently, just as Stoick and his searching party, along with the gang and their Dragons came in. They stayed where they are when they saw the king, and bowed, even the gang bowed, much to the adults confusion.

He closed his icy blue eyes, before opening them to reveal a brilliant gold and blow some smoke out of his mouth, with formed into an oval and started to show visions. Visions of the past.

Much to Stoick's shock, it showed Valka, who appeared in deep concentration, before a bright light eloped her and she emerged as a four winged Soulwing Dragon.

"Your mother was the daughter of a human and a Soulwing, and she lived with her sister when they passed away." the smoke showed her smiling with joy at another women, which shocked Spitelout and Snotlout when they saw her. It was Spitelout's late wife and Snotlout's late mother, Eira, who was also Valka's sister and Stoick's sister-in-law. She had long brass-colored hair, and rich brown eyes, fair skin and a slender build.

"Valka gained her father's ability's as a Soulwing, while her sister remained normal like her mother. One day, some Berkians found them and took them in their tribe. Eventually, Stoick and Valka became mates, then they had you. But Valka died of hatchlingbirth, and was only able to see your eyes before she past." tears started to drip from both Hicca's and Stoick's eyes.

"I predicted that you would've died a few weeks later, so I sent Cloudjumper to help you." as he said this, the screen showed Cloudjumper looking at a sick baby Hicca. "You were sick, and dying, and the Human Healer couldn't find a remedy to cure you, for it was part of being a Soulwing. After a few weeks, the Soulwing's Dragon Soul had to be unleashed, or else, the Soulwing would die. Cloudjumper knew this, and didn't want you to die, so he brought you here, where I could heal you."

Hicca was sniffing by the time Snowstorm finished her origin story. Stoick came over slowly, and placed a hand on her shoulder. At first, she flinched, before looking up at him. His eyes gleamed with tears, as did hers.

"Littlefire." he gently tilted her head by the chin with his tusk. Stoick was amazed. This humongous creature could thrust and spear her throat, yet he simply lifted her head. She looked back to the King, who looked at her with loving eyes. "Ever since you were a hatchling, I took you in and raised you as my daughter, in the ways of the Alpha. Even if you take your Human Father over me, I will see you as I always have. My daughter. My Littlefire."

Hicca gave a watery smile, before hugging her Dragonic Father's tusk, crying softly. He gave a soft chuckle, nuzzling her tusk against her. The Snowstorm pulled back and looked at the Berkians.

"You are all welcome in my nest. But no Dragon is to be harmed. Understood?" the gangs parents, Gobber and Stoick nodded. He smiled, nodding back.

"Ash." Ash turned to the voice of his mother, who approached him slowly before pulling him into a hug. Now, Ash wasn't a touchy feely person, but he had changed over the weeks he spent here, and truly missed her, and hugged her back tightly. Tears filled their eyes, but they managed to keep them back.

Before a Thunderdrum's Roar sounded. They pulled apart, and everyone looked towards the sound.

"Something's wrong." Hicca spoke, spotting a grey spot in the horizon, before it landed and disappeared among the crowd. She turned to Toothless, who nodded and let her on his back. The gang did the same, taken off towards the commotion, much to their parents protest.

"What's wrong?" Stoick asked no-one in particular, but Snowstorm answered.

"It appears Windshear is back. But isn't with her scouting party." he lowered his tusk for them to get on. They did, and in mere moments, they were now next to the commotion.

Stoick tried to squeeze through all the clambering Dragons, before he finally spotted his daughter, how was comfortingly stroking a wounded Razorwhip, who was clutching a baby Monstrous Nightmare with eggplant and corn coloration in her claws gently, before a Snow Wraith got it off her hands.

Frostfright took the Hatchling somewhere, while the others stared at the battered state. Stoick spotted Fishlegs and went to him.

"Ingermen. What happened?" "Windshear went with a scouting party to spy on the nest that's responsible for the raids, only to come back without her party, but a Nightmare hatchling. She looks hurt." he stated, looking at Windshear with sad eyes. Meanwhile Stoick just stared. The Nest responsible for the raids. If this nest was spying on it, then that meant they were on the same side.

Then Hicca cried out. "Speed Stingers! Get her to Frostfright's cave! NOW!" some Speed Stingers nodded, before wiggling under the Razorwhip's form and rushing away.

Hicca stared after them, heart clenching at the thought of her wounded friend.

A Few Moments Later.

After getting her wounds treated, Hicca organized a meeting with the Dragon Heart Captains and the White King in his humongous cave, Windshear was included, telling the detail of what she saw. The strange red gem that done something to her teammates. Then she told them of how a mother from the nest wanted her hatchling to grow up safe, and gave him to her, risking her own life.

"The battle was going bad for me, so I fled. I was only lightly wounded, but Shifter and Strangler..." she breathed deeply.

Cloudjumper spoke to his lieutenant, "Can you classify the number of enslaved Dragons."

"Too many for hunting purposes. And I have a gut feeling that they'll be more to come."

"And do you believe these red gems a part of a larger plan?"

"Yes. Littlefire, after a good fight, and before I came across the hatchling, I overheard of how they set up a plan to take any village by force, and that they're starting with Berk. I fear it could be a trap." she warned, but Hicca was unfazed.

"We can't take that chance. But we'll set up a backup plan just in case." Snowstorm spoke, before turning to his daughter, who nodded.

"I'll get the battle claws ready. And have the Terrors set up everyone's armor."

Snowstorm nodded, before looking at nothing with a blank expression.

"To arms."