A/N: Alvis' birthday! (He's now six and Freya is roughly seven months old). This is the first part of a two part idea that I had so stay tuned! Thank you guys for the prompts (that I will for sure do!) and thank you for reading/reviewing

Alvis woke up to the smell of his favorite breakfast and his father smiling at him, looking up from reading the Dragon Manual on his chair by the fireplace.

"Happy birthday, Al." Hiccup said warmly, picking his son up out of bed.

"is…my birfday…?" Alvis slurred tiredly.

"Of course it is, what are you talking about?"

He carried him to the kitchen where Astrid was putting out his special breakfast of spiced yak.

As Alvis sat down to devour the meat, she ruffled his hair and kissed him.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart."

Alvis grinned up at her.

"Thank you Mommy, it's good!" He said, skillfully keeping his food away from Freya who grabbed at it from her high chair and grunted and whined in annoyance at her brother.

"Only your kid could like anything that comes from a yak." Hiccup smirked.

"Ha ha, very funny." Astrid grinned.

On the table was a new saddle that Hiccup had made for him.

"Like it, pal? I made it like the one Egg already has. Gobber said one like Toothless' would work better with his build but he seems to like his."

There was a knock on the door.

When Hiccup opened it there was a little boy with blond hair on the porch.

"Hi, Mr. Haddock! Can Al play?"

"Sure. Alvis, Sven's here for you!"

Alvis came out of the kitchen with the rest of his breakfast crammed in his mouth. He was leading Eggshell by the reigns of his new saddle.

"Can we go play, Daddy?"

"'Course. In fact it's probably better if you do. Gobber's bringing a birthday cake and if it's anything like the birthday cakes he made for me as a kid, you don't want to be here for that."

"Can we—"

"No, you can't go to the cove."

"Can we-"

"No you can't go to the cliffs."

"Can we—"

"No you can't go discover new islands."

Alvis grumbled but soon forgot his disappointment at being confined to the village as he and Sven began having an argument over what dragons would win in a to-the-death battle.

"Man, it's so cool your dad's teaching you how to ride dragons." Sven said as they walked Eggshell around the village. They weaved around adults' legs and waved to other children. "Dad doesn't want me to start 'till I'm older."

"I hope he lets you soon." Alvis said. "It would be way more fun being tested if you were there."

"Your dad gives you tests?"

"Yup. Lots. I hate 'em. But then you get to fly so it's okay!"

"Man, that sounds so great…" Sven sighed.

"…Do ya wanna ride Eggshell?"

"Would I! But is it okay?"

"Daddy just said stay in the village, not to not fly, 'member?"

"Yeah! You're right!"

Alvis jumped into Eggshell's saddle and helped Sven up.

Sven held on tight as Eggshell soared above the thatch roofs of the houses.

"Woah!"

"Fun, right?"

"Really fun!"

They did a few laps of the village's airspace.

"You're so lucky Al! Just you wait! Someday I'm gonna have a dragon of my own and we're gonna be the best dragon riders ever! Even better than your dad!"

"Better than Daddy? You think so?"

"Uh-huh!"

"But do ya really want to? It's learning and you hate school."

"It's not school, stupid, it's dragon training."

As they talked Alvis wasn't paying attention to his steering and in the middle of their argument they noticed a vital fact. They were heading straight toward a house.

They screamed but it was muffled by the thatch as they crashed through it.

They landed flat on their backs, groaning. When they sat up they were greeted by Snoutlout, his arms crossed and his face slowly going red.

"Heh…Sorry, Dad." Sven said.