A/N: How To Call Back

Chapter Summary: WARNING: A bit of Toothcup fluff if you squint. In the aftermath of the previous chapter, Hiccup decides to search for answers regarding his adoptive daughter/dragon.


Wet laps against his cold ears caused a shiver to run through Hiccup's all but limp body as his dark eyes fluttered opened. Searching the blury area around him for something familiar, his hands grasped at the rough, yet still warm hairs under him. This brought him to realize that he was in his livingroom, laying on his back atop the bear skin rug. Turning his head to the left, he found a shadowy figure looming over him, feeling another wet lap shortly after and followed by a harsh sting from his eye.

"T-Toothless?" He stuttered, attempting to sit himself up, only to be pushed back down by the dragon's head.

"Eh, thats quite a bruise hes got there." Stoick's booming voice sounded behind Hiccup, followed by the just as loud sounds of his footsteps.

"D-dad?" A few more blinks was all it took for Hiccup to clear the vision of his right eye as he looked around.

Toothless and his father soon came into view, with the dragon's head resting on Hiccup's shoulder and his father now leaning against the support beam of the home, the baby dragon still safely tucked away in his large arms. The trio all looked tired and still very shaken up, but from what Hiccup could see they all seemed physically in tact. Toothless seemed to be the most upset, however, as he pushed his forehead harder against Hiccup's arm in an attempt to lay him back down again. In response, the viking teen smiled softly and reached up a small hand to pet the dragon's dark scaled.

"Hey, buddy, I'm okay." He muttered, a failed attempt at reassuring Toothless. "Just had the wind knocked out of me..."

"And yer wits." The older viking added, ignoring the sudden growl from Toothless. "You've been out for at least fifteen hours."

"Fifteen hours!?" Hiccup gasped, struggling to rise to his knees and turn around to face the older viking.

"Er, maybe.I lost count after the first five." The red-head corrected himself, scratching at his braided beard in an attempt to call back the memory of how much time had passed between then and now.

"Dad, seriously." Hiccup sighed, rubbing the side of his head as he stumbled to his feet. "Don't scare me like that."

"Hiccup, you scared us just now when you took so long waking up." His father pointed out, letting Valka wriggle out of his arms and rush towards her 'mommy'.

Once there, the baby dragon began to lick at the human's freckled cheeks, in an attempt to somehow 'heal' the bruise. The viking teen only shook his head and gently pulled the baby away and patted her head of curls with a soft chuckle.

"Valka, I'm okay." He attempted to assure her gently. "You're the one I'm worried about right now."

'I okay, momma' The baby chirped, doing a full spin to prove her point.

"Valka is a tough girl. Probably could've taken out that whole group if she had to." Stoick said, but then quickly followed it up with. "If she was a little older, that is."

"Don't encourage her, dad." Hiccup sighed, holding the girl out in front of him so he could get a better look at her. "Alvin and his gang wanted her for some reason."

With a gentle huff, Hiccup held Valka close and rubbed her head a little with a gentle sigh. There were so many possibilities as to why Alvin might have tried to take the baby, but he couldn't figure out which one was the real reason. Pacing back and forth, Hiccup was about to begin a full blown mental investigation when he was stopped by his father's firm hand and Toothless' sudden growl.

"Hiccup, did he say anything that might help us?" The older viking asked with a soft frown. "Anything at all?"

Thinking back quickly, Hiccup tried to dig deep within his mind. The crashing of the waves and the ugly accents of the men soon re-entered into his mind, but the blow to his head made everything seem foggier and farther away from him, but he soon remembered something that seemed important.

"He said something about her blonde hair... Thats all he said about it though." Hiccup muttered, rubbing his bottom lip gently.

"Hm... That is troubling then..." With that, the red-head slowly went to his son and gently lifted the baby dragon from his arms and drew her in close to his face to inspect her. "Does that book of yours say anything about blonde hair?"

"Nothing at all..." Hiccup admitted, looking up at his dad slowly. "Most dragons don't even have hair."

"How odd..." Stoic muttered, looking down and away from his son. "Perhaps we'll find answers if we go back to where you found her."

"Thats what I intend on doing." Hiccup replied, looking over at his dragon with a determined look. "Lets head out now, Toothless."

He was just about to bolt towards the door when his dad's hand suddenly stopped him for the second time in a row and spun him around quickly.

"Not so fast, Hiccup." He said with a soft frown, gesturing towards the windows. "You won't get far at this time of night, or in fog like this. It be safer if you waited until the morning to head out."

"Fine..." He sighed, only to be redirected towards the stairs that lead up this bedroom.

"You better get some rest then." He grumbled, tucking his granddaughter under his arm once more.

"Dad, I've already slept for over five hours." Hiccup replied, turning to Toothless and gently directing him towards the stairs. "I'm going to see what I can find out in my books."

"You do that then." He smiled, going back over to the couch and sitting back down with Valka on his lap, already curled up and sleeping.


When Hiccup and Toothless made it up to the boy's room, Toothless had begun to nuzzle the back of Hiccup's legs. With a soft laugh, Hiccup slowly made his way over to his bed and sat down on his bed with the other, letting him hope up onto his bed and gently scratching his dragon's ears and head. With a gentle sigh, the viking boy glanced at the fog outside, watching as it slowly began to clear a little.