I know there was a problem with their birthdates, being that I added not subtracted, but can we please ignore that? Thanks.
*Amatis-girl [27; 26 Jan]
*Lucian-guy [28; 12 Feb]
*Hiccup-guy [2; 29 Feb (like the books)]
*Stephen-guy [28; 18 Oct]
*Toothless-guy [3; 4 July]
*Kali-girl [31; 12 march]
*Vendetta-girl [32; 5 April]
*Amarilla-girl [24; 16 Aug]
*Lycaon-guy [30; 19 September]
*Krios-guy [53; 12 May]
*Veda-girl [50; 7 June]
*Renée-girl [5; 3 April]
*Tyche-girl [3; 4 Sept]
*Morgue-guy [26; 12 July]
*Callum-guy [26; 3 Aug]
*Scar-guy [2; 29 April]
*Scab-guy [2; 29 April]
*Cora-girl [2; 6 June]
*Ellipsa-girl [ 4; 5 Aug
*Gora-girl [7; 12 Dec]
*Carmen-girl [5; 5 Oct]
*Koi-guy [3; 6 March]
*Keeto-guy [3; 6 March]
*Baldy-guy [ 4; 3 Oct]
*Leena-girl (druid) [32; 5 Nov]
*Mailee-girl (druid in training) [3; 12 Dec]
Families (these are the kids[aged left=youngest-right=oldest] + married couples, btw, don't be confused by the new names in here, if they're new, it means they're deceased, k?):
*Amatis (mom=Serabi, dad=Verlac)/Stephen (mom=Drew, dad=Sebastian)
kids= Hiccup (fostered), Scab and Scar.
*Kali (mom=Serabi, dad= Verlac)/Lycaon (mom=Serena, dad=David)
kids= Toothless, Koi, Keeto, Baldy.
*Vendetta (mom=Veda, dad=Krios)/Morgue (mom=Serena, dad=David)
kids= Cora, Ellipsa, Gora.
*Amarilla (mom=Veda, dad=Krios)/Callum (mom=Drew, dad=Sebastian)
kids=Tyche, Renée, Carmen.
* Veda (mom= Callisto, dad=Falcon)/Krios (mom=Martha, dad=Hawk)
kids=Amarilla and Vendetta
*Leena (mom=Anna, dad=Ferdinand)/Gabe(mom=Colli, dad=Venti)
kid= Mailee
Luke is SINGLE!
And Vera, or as you know her, Valka, was the only child of Damien and his wife Lamia.
December 1103
It was cold and snowy outside, causing the wolf pack to stay indoors. Not that that was a problem.
They had a fire going, and the children were all in the living room. All thirteen of them, with their parents sitting around.
Hiccup, Scab, Scar and Toothless were all playing some, little kids game.
They were holding hands and skipping around a circle together.
"Ring a ring a rosie," they sang,
"A pocket full of Posies
A tissue
A tissue
We all fall down," they laughed, collapsing to the ground.
The adults smiled.
Toothless walked over to his dad, Lycaon.
"Daddie(he's three, he mispronounces everything)," he whispered in his father's ear, once seated in Lycaon's lap, "Hiccup (like the only thing he pronounces right) pwetty," he said.
Lycaon blushed, before turning to look at Hiccup, then turning back to his son, "Yes Toothless," he whispered back quietly, "I suppose he's pretty."
Toothless smiled and nodded, "Vewy," he said, before walking off to go play.
"Amatis, Stephen, we've got a problem," he said, turning to his friends, "Toothless just called Hiccup 'pretty'".
Amatis smiled.
Stephen snorted, "Don't you mean 'vewy pwetty?'"
Lycaon blushed, his wife, Kali, as well as Amatis, Stephen, and, well, basically all the adults laughed.
"Don't worry love," she said, "'sides, they'd be kind of cute together, don't you think?"
He hummed, as if considering it, which was enough to get Stephen's attention.
"Oi!" he said, "Keep that little devil you call a son away from my baby!"
Amatis snorted, "Over-protective much?"
Stephen glared, "I can't help, he's my little boy, my pride and joy! Even if he isn't technically mine," he added as an afterthought.
They all smiled. They knew how much Stephen cared for the boy that wasn't his.
Amatis put a hand on her husband's shoulder, a sign of comfort, "Don't worry dear. Hiccup'll grow into a strong, fine lad, don't you worry. He'll be able to take care of himself perfectly."
Stephen sighed, "I know, love, it's just, what if he turns out like Vera? She was my cousin, and frankly, I don't want have to live to see my nephew's corpse, or worse. What if he gets caught. They'll make him a slave!"
Everyone cringed at that thought. Especially Veda, who'd had some family eons- 45- years ago, who'd gotten captured by hunters and forced into slavery. She'd been the only one of them to escape, due to her sister, Veronica, hiding her somewhere safe. Not a day went by that she didn't think of them.
Amatis wore a grim smile on her face, as though she was trying to be brave, "I know, dear, I know, trust me, none of us wanted to see Vera's carcass, and none of us want to ever live to see her son's- no, our son's," she said, "And we wont, we'll keep him close, he'll be safe you know that these waters are too treacherous for Vikings most of the year, us, sure, we're strong, but Vikings…. Not so much…." Stephen smiled, "The point is he'll be safe here, and why would he leave? I mean, here be his home, his friends, his family, and one day, his mate. And I'll see to it too. He'll have a happy life, with his two big 'brothers' out there to watch over him. they're their own Mini-pack Stephen. They'll protect each other."
Stephen smiled, "I know, love, and FYI," he said, turning to the adults, "you think I'm over protective? You clearly have not seen the twins. Look."
The kids were on the carpet.
Scab and Scar had their arms wrapped around hiccup, and were glaring at Baldy.
"Shtay (they're TWO!) away fwom ouw Hicshky," said Scab.
"Yeaw!" agreed Scar, glaring venomously at Baldy, "ou no touch wha's ouws!"
Baldy humphed and walked away, muttering, "illiterates ('cause that's how he said it)."
Lycaon paled and looked at a fuming Stephen with a nervous, 'what're you gonna do?' expression, shrugging.
"Keep that brat away from my baby!" seethed Stephen.
Lycaon nodded at his brother-in-law quickly, knowing full well how dangerous Stephen could be when he was mad.
"Men," said Kali and Amatis, the two sisters exchanging glances and smiling.
(page break)
….. somewhere far, far away, on an island called berk…
Stoick sighed, as he sat, watching the fire. Two years. It'd been two years since his wife and heir went missing. Stoick wasn't a fool, he knew that the werewolves had done this. Why would they not? After all, with the heir gone and no wife to make new ones, there'd need to be a new family to take over. And that could full well result in war, leaving hundreds of hunters dead, the numbers small enough for the werewolves to step in and take back their own, slaughter every man, woman and child, and take over the island completely. He shuddered.
He didn't so much grieve the loss of his child, as the loss of his wife.
The child had been young, Stoick'd barely even known him, but what he did know was that he was a runt and he found it hard to be proud of that. Even if he was the product of him and his beautiful mother. But he had haddock blood in him! and at least he'd survived his first month, most runts didn't last the week, proving he was a Haddock, that he had fighter's blood in him!
But, alas, Stoick was no fool, he knew that runts were rarely ever treated better than slaves. He would've had to marry his boy, to another boy. And then they would find a surrogate to carry the husband's child, since they could not risk another runt being born of deformed genes, and hiccup would have to play the role of wife, his husband treating him poorly since he'd have only accepted marrying him to become Chief.
He sighed, perhaps it was better this way for his son.
But his wife. His beautiful, beautiful Vera. How he even lived without her was a mystery. He sighed.
"Veronica!" he yelled.
In walked his slave, Veronica.
She was five foot four, had gray hair and green eyes that still worked. Proving she was a wolf.
"Y-y-yes, sir?" she bowed.
"Get me a cup of beer!"
She nodded.
"NOW!" he yelled, making her shake.
She nodded, again, hastily, before hurrying out of the room.
45 years. 45 years since she'd become a slave. She sighed, at least she'd kept her three years younger sister safe. Her only sister. Her only remaining family. At least, she hoped her sister was alive. She prayed her sister was alive, every day to the Greek gods who'd made them that way, the ones that the good werewolves worshipped, the ones that the evil werewolves despised, claiming their predecessors to be more sufficient.
All she could ever do these days, it seemed, was pray….
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done, ahh, this week's chapter is DONE! See y'all next week where they are seven, so that we may watch tooth, scab and scar protecting hiccup from baldy's baldy-ness. Stay tuned.
-httyd4eva
peace out yo ;P
p.s. next chapter I'm changing their birthdates since they're incorrect. Bai! (cuter than bye!)