To Guest 1 (reviewed on Chapter 3) – I'm trying my best! Thank you! :D

To Guest 2 (reviewed on Chapter 4) – Stoick did say 'That's my future daughter-in-law' about Astrid, so yay! More Hiccstrid! :P

To Guest 3 (reviewed on Chapter 4) – They're not all evil! Just mostly! I've got a few ideas for Max's story, so hopefully some Mava soon. It depends if I can work it into the story :D

To a random person- HTTYD 2 is my favourite movie ever. Why won't your parents let you buy it?! IT'S SO AWESOME, THAT'S AN OUTRAGE! :P There is definitely going to be three, but I read about a possible fourth as well. But I'm scared for the third one though 'cos I found this thing, here:

There's a guy that says all dragons will die in HTTYD 3, but they will not die because and then something about two Alpha Night Fury and another dragon called The Black Caranger Fury. Then there is another Alpha, a king, and another is a queen, they are the best Alpha Night Fury, also that is Valka's secret and Hiccup and Astrid get married.

That is me trying to translate it 'cos it's a bit confusing. But you get the gist :P 2016 is too far away! :'(


And, thanking them in oceans, his parents' and the medic's efforts seemed to work. They had removed the strange arrow- Gobber was inspecting it- and they had stitched the wound, wrapping it in a multitude of bandages.

Hiccup was yet to wake up, but he definitely seemed to be on the road to recovery.

Or so Astrid had hoped.

Valka had, rather reluctantly, shown Astrid the stitched up wound before dressing it properly. It was only Astrid's sheer stubborn will that had made Valka oblige, but she could tell Astrid was not expecting what she saw.

"It's green." She mumbled, her hand hovering over the injury, unsure what to do. "Why is it green?"

"We're working on that." Valka assured, looking toward her son's ashen face. She didn't want to voice her worries just yet, in case she was wrong.

"He'll be OK, right?" Turning back to Astrid, Valka saw something she hadn't seen before. Not to this scale anyway.

They didn't advertise their relationship or spoke too openly of it, but everyone knew it was there. Everyone approved, even some of the more jealous young adults.

But the look in Astrid's eyes, for that brief moment her façade had slipped, Valka could see how deep the ties of their relationship ran. There was love there, a love so strong and so rarely found in people so young.

Realising she had left Astrid's question unanswered, Valka did her best to smile calmly.

"He has no choice."

Hiccup did wake up later that day, but he was groggy and couldn't quite grasp where he was or why. He had an abnormally high temperature and he had taken on a sickly grey colour, his eyes dull and exhausted. They talked to him to keep him awake- so they knew he was OK- but his replies were as incoherent as he himself was.

"Toothless…" He murmured, raising his head slightly from the pillow for a short moment. He had very little energy left and it was all put into staying awake and paying attention.

"I'll get him." Astrid promised. "Just stay awake and no running off."

"Not… a problem…"

Toothless was curled up, asleep, by the fire. Astrid knew not to sneak up on a sleeping dragon- they had the nasty habit of setting things on fire.

Thankfully, he awoke of his own accord as she approached, a floorboard creaking beneath her feet. He peered at her curiously, giving a wide yawn and stretching, unfurling his wings and knocking the mystery small basket from the shelf.

The Night Fury startled into full alert, scrambling away and growling at the fallen basket.

For ages, Astrid had wondered what the basket's contents were, but Hiccup had warned her never to go near it in case she upset a few dragons.

It was an eel. A horrible, slimy eel.

Gingerly, she picked it up by the end of its tail. Toothless hissed and snarled some more, but calmed down once it was back in its basket and out of sight. "Is Hiccup up being mean to you?" Astrid sympathised, holding out her hand.

Toothless, with extreme caution, padded forward, casting wary glowers at the evil basket. "It's OK, I won't let that mean eel get you." He nuzzled her palm, clearly wanting affection. She scratched behind his ears, gaining a content purr from him. "Come on, Hiccup wants to see you."

At the sound of Hiccup's name, Toothless rushed up the stairs, ever more clumsy in his excitement. Astrid ran up the stairs to try and stop him from jumping on Hiccup, but there was no need.

The Night Fury was sat at Hiccup's side, his front feet resting on the bed. He had his head tilted to one side and emitted a series of low whines. What was wrong with Hiccup? He seemed to ask, turning his head to fix those intense green eyes on her.

Hiccup, mercifully, was still awake.

"Hey, bud." He smiled weakly, lifting a hand for Toothless to nudge. Toothless complained again, pawing at Hiccup gently. "I'm… alright… don't worry… about… me…"

But the dragon clearly did, pacing nervously around his master's bed and whining miserably.

Hiccup tried to push himself up into a sitting position, but his failing strength sunk further. "Toothless…" He called feebly.

"He's just worried, Hiccup." Astrid motioned to the dragon, trying to send him to his rocky bed in the corner. Toothless was having none of it, placing his feet on the bed again and sniffing curiously at the bandages swaddling Hiccup's wound.

The change was instant- the dragon's ears dropped, his eyes narrowed and his teeth elongated as he gave a rumbling objection.

Valka chose that moment to return, Stoick at her heels.

"Whatever is the matter?" She quickly crossed the room to comfort the dragon, but nothing would pull him away from Hiccup. Astrid explained Toothless's sudden strange behaviour and Valka paled. "He was fine up until that point; just worried."

Without saying anything, Valka darted back downstairs. Astrid looked at Stoick, silently questioning him about his wife's antics. He appeared as confused as she felt, but there was a fatherly concerning settling into his eyes, increasing in calibre by the second.

Valka returned with a box and a bowl of water minutes later. She placed it on the bedside cabinet and Astrid saw that it was a box filled with herbs, all in their own little compartments.

Muttering to herself, Valka realised her worries from earlier had become true. Curse Drago. She thought bitterly. Curse him to whatever horrid realm would take him.

Dropping various, relevant herbs in a small bowl, she ground them with a pestle as fast as she could, reducing them to a fine powder.

"Valka?" Stoick questioned. "What is it?" She didn't seem to hear him though, stirring the powder into the water with one hand and waving Toothless over with the other. She had him spit in the bowl and then mixed it some more, until all the liquid had been absorbed by the plants.

She wrapped the mushy paste into a cloth, living it open at the top.

"Remove the wrappings." She instructed Astrid, who hurried to obey.

The injury seemed greener than before, making Astrid's stomach flip sickeningly. She was glad Hiccup had no energy to move to see it.

Toothless drooled on the wound, moaning apologetically as Hiccup half-suppressed a groan of pain. His mother quickly applied the herb paste, laying it on thick and dark over the injury. She then re-wrapped the wound to hold it all in place.

Then, and only then, did she sink back into a chair, some of the tension leaving her frame.

"Valka?" Her husband tried again. She muttered something, but none of them heard what it was.

At their quizzical looks, she repeated herself.

"Poison."


Ta da! I'm mean :P

And I rewrote chapters three and four- some of four anyway- I added in dragons when there won't supposed to be any, stupid me! :D