Hey guys! First of all I'd like to give a massive THANK YOU to everyone who's added this to their favourites', followed or reviewed this story!:) I once again apologise about all the POV changes. I just love writing in everyone's point of viewX) I hope I made it all clear:) Anyways I don't have much to say today so…

Chapter 2- Destruction

Hiccup's POV:

"Rise and shine little man," I tease as Gobber's eyelids flutter slightly.

"Shut up," He groans, brushing a hand across his forehead and squinting in the blinding light. I snigger. "Wha' 'appened?" He asks drowsily.

"Well… Lucy toddled into the forge, set it on fire, and you passed out from smoke inhalation and got buried under a burning beam."

"Whoa! Slow down there dragon boy I can't keep up with you!"

"Sorry, sorry!" I say holding my hands up in surrender.

"Wait… so your daughter set fire to my forge!" He blurts out aghast.

"I thought you'd be more worried about the fact she nearly got you killed!" I exclaim.

"But my forge is destroyed?" His horrified face is almost comical.

"Yes Gobber. Your forge is… kind of… dead."

"WHAT!?" I wince at his outburst. "I will kill that little…!"

"Hey! That's my daughter you're talking about!"

"Well your daughter almost got me killed!"

"I thought you were more bothered about your forge!"

"I am! But still!"

I know she did wrong and I will punish her as I see fit. Meanwhile the village will bundle together and help you build a new forge." I say calmly.

"I don't want a new forge! I want my old one back!"

"Well you can't," I say matter of fact.

"But I-"

"Gobber. End of discussion. Your forge has been burnt. My daughter's the culprit. We'll clear the rubble and build a new one. And Lucinda will be punished. But don't forget she is only three!"

"I don't care how old she is! I'll never get that big tooth back that I had hanging on the front. That rotting wood that made the place smell so fresh and woodland-y. It'll all be new and horrible once it's rebuilt…" I sigh and try to block out Gobber's mourning.

"…And I worked so hard on cleaning those beautiful maces and axes. The poor souls. They must be so lonely- all shrivelled up with no one to care for them. Thrown into a waste land of scrap metal. And- wait! Scrap metal! I'll get loads of dirty scrap metal out of it?!" He asks his eyes going from dark and anguished to alight with wonder in a miller second.

"I suppose so yeah…" I say, slightly dazed by his immediate change of character.

"YES! I love your daughter Hiccup! Forget her punishment! That three year old is a stroke of genius! I can't wait to get my hands on that metal and start building again! Meh! The other ones were getting a bit boring anyway! I'm a Viking and we Vikings never fail to get back on our feet and rebuild something! I'll have so much to do! So much work! I can't wait!"

I sit for a moment stunned. "Er… yes! Of course you will. You'll have loads to do. No point mourning over the past, right?"

"You just read my mind Haddock!" Gobber says as he bounds out of bed.

"Whoa! You can't get up yet Gobber! Lily says you need to rest!" I say jumping to my feet and grasping his chunky wrist. "You dislocated your shoulder and almost died from smoke inhalation!"

"Meh! I can't be bothered." And with that he yanks his wrist from my feeble grasp and tumbles from the house wailing his song:

"I've got my axe and I've got my mace

And I love my wife with the ugly face

I'm a Viking through and through!"

"Oh Thor help me," I mumble, running my hand over my face as I stand, watching him in the doorway to Lily's hut.

Then I hear the 'clip clock' of Lily's strange shoes she's named 'pumps'. "I told you to keep him in bed!" She exclaims when she sees Gobber's retreating form.

"Huh… I'm sorry Lily… he's not the easiest person to handle…"

We stare after him for a moment, willing the sounds of him singing to fade. "So I'm guessing he took the forge news well?" Lily asks slowly.

"Not at first but now he seems to have. As soon as he mentioned scrap metal anyways he completely forgot."

"What on Earth is wrong with that Viking?"

"He's just getting old." I smile at her.

"He's as bad as a child," She shakes her head but her lips twitch all the same.

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I shuffle toward my door and give a massive yawn before sloppily opening the creaking piece of wood and creeping inside; the moon and stars shining across my back.

"You missed story-time. She's asleep." Astrid says gently from the sofa. "Hard day?" She asks clocking my half vacant expression.

"You could say." I hand up my coat, rub my eyes and flop down on the sofa next to her. "So what you been doing today?"

"The usual: keeping Lu entertained, washing, cooking, cleaning…" She trails off. "I never thought being a house-wife would be this boring."

I nuzzle my face in the nape of her neck. She winces and jerks back. "Thor you're so cold!"

"You going to warm me up then," I ask with a wink.

She rolls her eyes, "You're a nightmare!"

"Well I'm honoured."

She sighs and I relax. Then she suddenly jumps on me- pinning me to the sofa and straddling her legs around my hips. "Is this what you were hoping for?" She asks smirking at my stunned expression. Thor she is fast.

I blink. "Er… yeah I think so…"

Astrid POV:

I grin at Hiccup's goofy expression and lean forward kissing his lips gently and running my hands through his soft hair. He shudders at the contact and I smirk. Oh the effect I have on my husband.

But my victory is short lived when his freezing hands suddenly creep up my top to lie on my waist. I gasp at the cold and he smiles into my lips; deepening the kiss. His tongue brushes across my teeth; trying to fight it's way in. But I keep my teeth clamped shut teasingly. Hiccup growls and his hands tickle further up my waist to my ribs. I giggle and our tongues clash together with the force of a storm. I loose myself in golden treasure chest of the kiss for what could have been hours, or only a few seconds. The perfect sensation drugs my senses.

We both lean back at the same time and gasp for air. I breathe a laugh. "We have to find time to do that more often," I say wrapping my hands around his neck.

"I couldn't agree with you more," He murmurs kissing my collarbone softly. He begins to work his way gently up my neck. And I begin to loose myself again when…

The ground suddenly shudders and I open my eyes wide. "What was that?"

Hiccup frowns. "Probably just a stray Thunderdrum in the caves." He takes my hand. "I wouldn't worry Astrid."

He goes back to kissing the nape of my neck so I relax. I arch my head back- giving him room. His shirt ends up bunched in my fists when his smooth lips wander over to my rosy lips again. Slowly, I rip the shirt in my hands; popping all the buttons off in the process. They clatter to the floor.

"Gods you're violent," Hiccup winks pulling back as his shirt floats to the floor.

"It's not violence- it's communication," I half joke staring down at his toned chest; my breath no longer in my lungs. I curse myself. Why do I get soppy and breathless every time my husband is shirtless?! Thor I've seen him enough times with no shirt to have gotten used to it!

"I won't argue with that."

I run my hands over his bare back- feeling his shoulder blades under my light finger tips.

"You're beautiful you know that right?" Hiccup says dreamily.

I just smile. "And you're too fit for your own good."

"Oh don't flatter me!" He teases.

My voice turns serious, "I'll try not to."

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Hiccup's POV (Three weeks later):

I jerk awake; my eyes shooting open. Astrid stirs next to me; heat radiating off her and warming me through. I could have sworn the ground just moved… After a moment I sigh and ease myself back down into the covers.

"Whaist?" Astrid murmurs from my side.

"Nothing, I just thought I felt… nah it doesn't matter."

"Hmm?"

I settle back down and wrap my arms around her, softly tucking the stray bits of golden hair over her face behind her ears.

My eyes are just fluttering shut when…

BOOM!

I jerk upward again as the doused bedside lantern crashes to the floor, leaking wax and creating sticky puddles over the wooden floor.

Astrid shoots into a sitting position. "What's going on?" Her voice is alert and wide awake.

"The ground's shaking," I say shocked to the core. Why is the ground shaking? HOW is the ground shaking?

Just then the door creaks open and the sound of tiny footsteps padding across the wooden floor enter my ears.

"Mummy? Daddy? What's happening?" Lucinda's voice sounds terrified to my ears and shakes as she speaks.

Astrid slips off the bed and picks up Lucinda who curls herself into a ball in her mummy's arms; her eyes wide. "It's okay Lucy," She whispers. Just then the ground gives another violent shake and I leap from my frozen positon in bed, clip on my leg, and pound downstairs.

"Astrid! Get yourself and Lucy to the great hall!" I call after me as the ground moves again and dust falls from the ceiling into my eyes. It stings down my throat causing me to cough and splutter as I throw the front door open. The new wood creaks in protest. But I don't ponder this strange concept.

My eyes burning I rush from the house and into Toothless' pen. His eyes are alert and curious.

"We need to alert everyone Toothless!" I shout climbing on his sleek back. We bound down into the village square and signal with a loop in the sky and three plasma blasts to the Night watchers for the warning horn to sound. It does instantly and sleepy Vikings start dragging themselves toward the great hall.

I land on the ground and urge everyone to get to the Great Hall. "What's going on Hiccup?" Lily asks, her face furrowed in confusion as she rushes up to me.

"I don't know. All I know is that the ground is shaking and it won't be long before the foundations of our houses start to collapse." As if to prove my point the ground trembles again.

Her eyes widen and her face whitens at my words. "But what about all the medical resources?! We wouldn't last a month without them! And I can't carry them all to the Great Hall!"

"If your house breaks I'll contact Amelia and ask for back up stuffs."

Her face turns to stone at the mention of that name but all the same she nods, thanks me and follows the train of people to the great hall.

"Hiccup! Hiccup!" I hear Fishlegs' frantic call from behind me. I turn round to spot his eager yet terrified face.

"What is it Fishlegs?" I ask.

"Exactly the question!" He bubbles.

I frown then, "Oh! You mean what's causing the ground to move."

"Exactly. I was thinking a Thunderdrum but it seems too violent."

"Screaming death?" I venture. "It seems a bit too violent for whispering deaths although it is night time and they hate the sunlight."

"I know. I can't understand it." He says frowning; I can almost see the clocks ticking in my friends eyes.

I hear a loud crash and a yelp, my head snaps toward the sound, "I'll be back in a minute Fishlegs," I say distractedly and dragon and trainer fly toward the cause of the sound.

I gasp as we round a corner. A whole house lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. A Viking trapped underneath the rubble. His wife, two children and a pink and blue Zippleback surround him. I look around but there's no one here but me. At least that means everyone else is heading toward the great hall.

I and Toothless rush over and immediately the wife relaxes and starts babbling to me, "We were just getting out the house to go to the Great Hall when the whole building started to groan and splinter. Bobby pushed us out the way but got his legs stuck under the wreck. Meggie can't lift the wreck off on her own," She says quickly gesturing to the small Zippleback.

"Okay," The man groans beneath the wood, his eyes flickering from one object to the next; signs of passing out. "Stand back. We'll try and lift the rafter. In the meantime fly your kids to the Great Hall. I'll be there as soon as I can."

She nods reluctantly and lifts her children onto Meggie. Gently, they fly off safely.

The ground lurches once more and I grasp tightly onto Toothless to stop me from falling off. The Viking groans again. Toothless grasps the rafter in his strong jaw and we heave upward- lifting the wood from the poor man underneath.

"Chief?" He mumbles. Toothless locks his claws around the man's body.

"Yeah it's me. You're going to be okay. Trust me." We carry the moaning man over the houses. I bite my bottom lip. Houses crashing already? How long is this going to go on for? What's causing this? Is anyone else stranded outside? I survey the area but see no one but shuddering houses; howling in discomfort. Everyone must be in the Great Hall. Thank Odin.

The doors to the Great Hall are wide open- emitting a warm glow. I entre the room smoothly, only to be met by a bunch of confused faces and loud questions.

"What's wrong with Bobby?"

"Is he alright Hiccup?"

"What's going on Chief?"

"What's all the shaking about?"

"Who's the culprit?"

"What happened to him Chief?"

"Is everyone okay Hiccup?"

I ignore them all. I gently drop the man down next to Lily, who immediately gets to work with the few supplies she has, and his family. I then sigh, land Toothless, and run my hands through my auburn hair, wishing wistfully that I could direct these questions at someone else and go and find Astrid.

"All right! All right settle down! Guys! I'm not going to be able to talk unless you settle down! Guys! Settle down please! Excuse me! SHUT UP!"

The hall falls silent. "Thank you! Right, I'm not sure-"

"Daddy daddy look!" Out of the corner of my eye I see Lucy toddling to the doors of the Great Hall behind the sea of anxious faces.

"Not now Lucy!" I say distractedly, "As I was saying, we're not exactly sure yet what could've caused the ground to-"

"Daddy it's Falling!" I don't register the panic in her voice.

"Lucy!" I scold sternly turning back to my top priority. "It could have been a-"

"DADDY HELP!" At these words my eyes snap to the door. Lucy's pointing outside at something, "It's Dishlegs!" She screeches.

Frowning I say, "Lucy what's-"

Then I see it. A large torch leans over and starts to fall. My eyes follow Lucy's finger to the bottom of the pole where Fishlegs is walking as slow as a snail, his head buried in the book of dragons, right across the path of the falling torch. He can't hear us. I doubt he'd look up to see us. And the torch is about to crush him to splinters.

Oh no! Fishlegs! Cliff hanger! I'm so nice to you guys;) I hope you enjoyed this chapter!:) Don't forget to review!:D What do you guys think is causing the Earth to quake? Oh and at that current time Earthquakes aren't an often occurrence and if there is one it's often small and Vikings dismiss it as a Thunderdrum or other dragon:) Just to clear that up!:D