"Astrid?!" Hiccup opened a cage and ran to his wife. The blonde woman was sitting in the cell, face buried in her arms. The Chief ran up to her and threw his arms around her. She began to weep into his tunic. "Shh. It's alright. Everything is ok? I'm here." He rubbed her back in a comforting way.

The blonde boy and girl stood at the exit, watching the husband and wife envelop each other in a comforting hug.

Past-Astrid's eyes were glued to the comforting embrace of herself and her future husband. Her mind wondered off to what her married life must have been like … with Hiccup. She imagined warmth, comfort, care and love. For some inexplicable reason she wanted to know what it felt like, quicker. She quickly brushed away those thoughts. She was a Viking, tough and tasteless, no room for girlish feelings for the village screw up.

"Y-You don't understand." Astrid said, sobbing into her husband's green and brown tunics.

"Shh, everything is going to be alright." He said, calmly in her ear.

"Hiccup, listen to me … I … lost … the child." She avoided eye contact with her husband. There was a bitter silence. Then it was broken by the blonde woman's sobbing.

"Astrid. Look at me. We can mourn later. I will personally kill Dagur. But right now, we have to get the other villagers out."

"Where are my children?" She said, looking at her husband square in the eyes.

"Oh, I feel offended, mom." Stoic said, in mock pouting, doing his best to cheer his parents up from their shock and bad news.

"Where's Val?"

"Dragon Island." Stoic answered.

"Aster?"

"Destroying the blockade."

"Finn?"

"…"

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A seven year old boy, made a manic laugh that would even put Dagur the Deranged's evil laugh to shame. Sitting on top of a mad and dangerous fire-breathing machine, the boy was having too much fun to bother to control the dragon. The Monstrous Nightmare was flying aimlessly, shooting at everything and everyone in sight, wreaking havoc among the blockade of ships.

And this is where Fearless Finn Haddock was proven to be a daddy's boy: never having a working plan. And even, he passed the milestone, never had a plan.

A couple of bolas launched out of nowhere and tied the boy and dragon together. And the crazy laughter morphed into sarcastic comments and complaints.

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"Where's my son?" Future-Astrid nearly barked.

"Mom, me and Aster left him with Val and 4 non-Finn-immune people, how can they possibly restrain him, and it's been already two days, he could be anywhere in the world right now."

Astrid did the infamous glare, making the second born son cower in fear.

"And I'm gonna go free Uncle Snotlout, Tuffnut, Fishlegs and Aunt Ruffnut before you decide to kill me." Stoic slipped out of the scene, grabbing Past-Astrid.

"At least you can always count on our other children to cheer us up." Hiccup whispered to his wife, gently stroking her back.

-000-

"Well, what's the plan, oh great Chief?" Snotlout said, sarcastically, as he came into the cell where the Chief and his wife, massaging his wrists.

"Where's Aster?" Hiccup looked at his second son.

"I told you, blowing off steam … and battleships." Stoic said.

"I'm going after him. Thor, knows what could have happened." Hiccup stood up.

"I'm going with you." Future-Astrid almost instantly shot up.

"No, you're staying here. In fact, you're going to the Cove. Where I can be sure that you're safe." Hiccup showed the same leadership as he had after their first flight.

"I am going to find out if my son is alright, and you are not stopping me." She made her way out of the cell, until she was grabbed by the hand by a familiar person.

"That's why I'm going to find out for you." The emerald eyes penetrated the woman's soul. "Please Astrid. I just lost a child, please don't let me loose a wife."

"Astrid lost the baby?" Past-Tuffnut said, rather dumbly, only to be plummeted by fists from his sister for not being sensitive. "Ow."

"Yeah, thanks for reminding me." Future-Astrid glared at her friend.

"Mom, please, go to the Cove." Stoic looked at his mother, with serious eyes, a rare sight. "We'll handle this … you once told me that you should choose your battles wisely … you'd be setting a very bad example for me." He wrapped his arms around his mother in a comforting way.

Future-Astrid sighed, and stroked the golden hair of her inventor son. "I hate it when you listen to me." Meanwhile, past-Astrid watched with intrigue the relationship between the two.

Behind Astrid's back, Hiccup gave his favourite son the thumbs up. "Right, I'm flying to the blockade. Snotlout, Tuffnut, Ruffnut and Fishlegs you're going to Dragon Island, to get the others, and if Berk is not recaptured, you are to go back and protect my children and our past selves. Fishlegs is in charge. You two." He pointed to Stoic and Past-Astrid. "… Are going to come with me."

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Sorry for not updating recently. I've been busy. This chapter was supposed to be sad, or at least sadder than usual, after all Astrid did lose the child.

Please review, but not in two words, as usual.