A/N: The continuation! I guess these will be individual oneshots/drabbles with an overarching continuity…

Thanks to imaginationflies for the prompts Alvis almost dies, new baby, and dragon training!

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It was a rare uneventful day in Berk.

There was nothing in Gobber's shop that Hiccup needed to fix. It was the once in a blue moon day Snoutloud volunteered to do the rounds of the dragon pens, feeding them and cleaning up after them. And it had been years since they had had to worry about a dragon raid.

So Hiccup had proposed the family eat lunch in the forest. He had gotten used to eating meals there when he was hiding Toothless and he enjoyed it.

Hiking up the trail surrounded by tall fir trees and the strong sunlight filtering in weakly from the canopy, he almost felt himself going back in time to the blissful days when he spent hours with Toothlesss in the cove.

He hummed contentedly, until he noticed Astrid was lagging behind.

"Are you okay?" He immediately doubled back a few paces to her and held her shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just a little tired, that's all." She insisted stoically. But he could see she was out of breath.

"Are you sure? Because normally, you're faster than me. In fact, normally, you rub it in my face."

"I'm fine, really. Don't worry about me."

Ordinarily stopping to have a discussion like this they would have to watch out for Alvis dodging between their knees and darting ahead of his parents to break his neck.

Instead he was toddling behind them, securely attached to Toothless who was keeping a watchful eye on the boy.

The other day, Hiccup had fashioned a riding harness for him like the one he wore riding Toothless. He had fitted Alvis in the riding outfit and fastened Toothless's harness to it so Alvis couldn't get away from them on their outing.

"Mommy, can you carry me?" Alvis asked.

"Mom's tired right now, pal." Hiccup told him gently. "And you're a big boy, aren't you? You don't need to be carried anymore. If you're tired, why don't you ask Toothless to let you ride him."

Alvis looked wide eyed and inquiringly into Toothless's eyes.

Toothless chirped happily.

Alvis smiled toothily.

Toothless smiled back with his gums.

"See that, Astrid, he's a natural dragon rider." Hiccup said proudly as Alvis climbed on the dragon's back.

"He's your kid after all."

"Please tell me there was never any doubt of that."

"Oh, shut up."

They laughed and Hiccup helped Astrid as they continued on their way.

"But seriously though, Hiccup I don't know about this." Astrid confessed, eying the riding equipment Alvis was wearing.

"He's perfectly safe, Astrid. I'll be with him."

"I know, I just…worry about him."

"I do too! That's why I'm doing this. If he learns, he's safe."

"Okay, I trust you Hiccup."

"I'm not so sure you're okay, though." Hiccup said, his voice laced with concern. "You look kinda sick. Do you wanna head home?"

"I'm telling you, I'm fine." Astrid assured him kindly. "Anyway, Stoic asked you to bag some game if you could, and you are a pretty bad hunter."

"Oh. Heh. Yeah."

The village chief was expected to feed the villagers. Though Stoic wasn't exactly close to croaking, Hiccup would succeed him one day and Stoic had asked him to hunt while they were in the woods as practice for when keeping the storehouse full would be his responsibility.

"And it would be a good learnin' experience for the wee lad." Stoic had declared, referring to Alvis.

Astrid kissed him.

"It's okay. You're good at a lot of more important things."

"Thanks." He grinned.

They had reached the cove and Hiccup let Alvis run freely as he started a small fire.

"Ahh, this place is great." Hiccup sighed contentedly. "And as long as Toothless looks after him while we do some hunting, what possible trouble can Al get…in…"

His words faltered as he saw Alvis gnawing on a half-eaten, raw, and slimy fish. Toothless sat up straight watching him proudly, turning to give Hiccup a satisfied grin.

"Alvis Stoic Haddock, you put that down right now!" Astrid ordered.

"Aw geez Al, that's got dragon germs on it." Hiccup groused as Astrid scooped him up and separated him from the fish. "And I should know. Is the beef Dad's cooking not good enough, huh?"

Astrid threw the fish into the bushes and returned to the fire where Hiccup was roasting a side of beef.

"Toothless, just keep him out of trouble, don't feed him anything weird."

"But Tooth'ess gave it to me." Alvis reasoned.

"Trust me pal, Toothless doesn't get the concept of human food."

"Then again, neither do you." Astrid smiled at her son. "Just play with Toothless for a while, sweetheart, lunch will be ready soon. No more spoiling it, Okay?"

"'Kay!"

Alvis ran in circles while Toothless bounded after him, but his laughter abruptly stopped.

No longer hearing his noisemaking, Hiccup and Astrid looked up.

Staring Alvis down was the largest wild boar Hiccup had ever seen. Alvis started back at it intently, pale and tearful. He had no idea how it got into the cove, but Hiccup drew his knife shouting

"Toothless! Sick 'em!"

Astrid picked up her axe, ready to charge.

It proved unnecessary.

The boar ran snorting at Alvis but was lifted squealing bloody murder by a snare, a hunting trap attached to a tree it had passed.

"Well what do you know…" Hiccup whispered in awe.

"Someone must have been hunting here recently and left it." Astrid said. "Great job, sweetheart."

Alvis beamed.

Several large animals later, when the sun was about to set, they returned to the village.

Stoic was there to greet him.

"Ah, there's my favorite grandson!" He boomed.

He pat Hiccup on the back, kissed Astrid on the cheek, and finally picked up Alvis who laughed delightedly.

"Dad, he's your only grandson." Hiccup reminded him, rubbing his back.

"So far."

Stoic let Alvis down and inspected the game they had caught.

"You didn't do half bad, lad."

"Thanks. Alvis got the boar."

"Did he now?" Stoic smiled down at the tiny boy who grinned back.

"Mommy, Daddy, can I go play at Sven's house?"

Hiccup and Astrid looked at each other apprehensively.

"Sure pal. Just be home for dinner."

"Stay away from the walkway, alright?"

As they watched him go, Stoic said wistfully

"They grow like beanpoles, yeah? Before you know what hit you, he won't be a boy anymore."

"Yeah, Dad. Yeah, they do."

They were just going to have to accept he was going to grow up and get used to having to teach him how to survive as he did so. And that he was going to get into some danger on the way.