"Dad if you continue passing you're gonna make a whole in the floor." Stoic barked to his normal father, as the group of Future Hiccup, Past-Astrid and Stoic sat inside the Chief's house and awaited the other members to arrive.

"Two of my sons and my past self, have been kidnapped by Dagur the Deranged. How are you able to keep calm?! That's your brother and father in the clutches of the most insane man in the entire Northland." Hiccup yelled, his face boiling red from anger and his neck and temples showing some veins. Past Astrid had to admit, this was pretty scary … even for her.

"What's the worst that could happen? They could suffer torture… but they're too stubborn to tell anything." Stoic obviously didn't see the glares from his parents. "They could be starved, abused or enslaved … but again they won't say or do anything." Hiccup and Astrid looked at each other, knowing that they were wondering the same question, if the blacksmith apprentice had gone blind. "They could watch their dragons die, or in dad's case, Aster and Finn, die." The face of the scrawny Viking turned to horror. "Oh my gods, we are in trouble."

Hiccup face palmed.

The door burst open and a familiar ten year old girl rushed into, leaping at the tall man in a hug.

"Thank Thor you're ok." Hiccup said to his only daughter.

"Dad, I'm sorry that I let Fin get away."

"It's not your fault." Hiccup gently rocked his daughter in the warm hug.

"Alright, break it up. At least give me a chance to say hi to my baby sister." Stoic stood up and pulled his sister into a comforting hug.

"So what's the plan?" Past-Astrid asked.

-000-

"What do you think? How long would it take for them to get to Berserker Island?" Hiccup asked his eldest son.

"Couple hours, tops … hey, buddy, you alright?" Aster looked at his youngest brother, who isolated himself by wrapping himself into a ball.

"Why does everyone always think that I am afraid? … What part of Fearless Fin Haddock don't you understand?"

"Finn, being fearless means facing fears, not locking them out all the time, like you do." Hiccup crawled over to his youngest son and told him.

"And you would know this how?" Fin was unconvinced.

Hiccup paused for a moment, then got into a comfortable position. "I've seen a lot of Vikings … charge into battle with dragons … dragons, a beast that every Viking secretly is afraid of … well at least in my time. But despite their fear, the Viking will fight to their deaths to fight the dragons. That is fearless, fighting … and not backing away because you have fear."

"So, why did you try to kill yourself?" Fin asked, eyes full of seriousness. Turquoise and vivid green met,, leaving blue to be completely baffled.

"How did you—"

"I read some of your journals that you wrote when you were younger. One of them had an entry of you reciting how you wanted to drive a dagger into your wrist, but then something changed your mind."

Hiccup thought about it, for a moment. He was actually surprised, he never imagined Finn to be this mature about anything.

"I'm… not fearless… I'm a coward. Ok?... That's why you have to be fearless for me." Hiccup smiled and cocked his head to look into the eyes of his son, who kept his focus on the floor.

"That's a nice story. Now, are you going to get out of here or what?" The three turned around and saw a tall man with auburn hair, forest emerald eyes and a leather armour, standing at the door of the cell. Another man, black haired, muscular and blue eyes was undoing the door. A third man, with green eyes, dirty blonde hair and emerald cowardly eyes was standing behind the two.

"Wha-? How did you three get here?!" Aster jumped from his position.

Hiccup kept his stern glare on his firstborn. "Let's go home." Was all he said, in a dark and frightful tone, which made every person present shiver. The Younger Hiccup starred at this future self with both fright and awe.

Snotlout opened the cage and the three kids quickly escaped to the safety of the adults.

"Going somewhere, Hiccup?" The all too familiar voice asked, once the group was down the last corridor need to escape. Dagur stood there with a squadrons of really buff, tough Berserker soldiers.

"As a matter of fact, Dagur … Yes." Older Hiccup took off a pouch from his belt, and drank the liquid inside.

"Uh, what are you doing? This isn't the moment to be having a pint?!" Aster almost pulled the brown hair off his head.

Older Hiccup smirked. Performing a sequence of motions, Hiccup spat out the liquid, clicking his fingers, it turned to fire in the air, blocking any view for the Berserkers.

"Get out the Prison. Get out the Prison. Get out the Prison." Fin repeated as the group ran and his father continued spitting fire.

They came to a dead end. "Oh, are you kidding me?!" Snotlout yelled.

"Step aside, uncle. You're in the presence of a boy that was able to blow up three house in the space of 10 minutes with nothing but two stones." Fin pushed past Snotlout and Fishlegs, who shrugged at each other.

30 seconds later a hole in the wall blew open and the group jumped out. None of them would ever know how the youngest Haddock had done it, but right now, they didn't care.

"Home sweet home." Snotlout yelled from the back of his Nightmare.

"Dad, I'm sorry." Aster, on his Typhoomarang, said flying next to the Night Fury, who was carrying both Hiccups.

"We'll talk about this at home." On a first glance, Hiccup looked like an easy going father who spoilt his children rotten, but the voice he now used to discipline them when they did something stupid, was harsher than that of Stoic the Vast.

-000-

Recently, I've lost my sense of humour. Sorry guys.

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