Hiccup was a bit nervous to be heading home for the first time since her wedding. The first time she'd seen her father or Gobber in over a year. First time she'd speak to them too. She was a bit spiteful in refusing to write to them and burning the letters she did receive. It was childish, but something she felt like she had to make her point. Then again, Stoic seeing his daughter for the first time in a year, missing a leg, pregnant and with a trained dragon should be enough to give him a heart attack. If she'd have her way, she'd already be there via dragon flight, but Vessa, Dagur, the shaman, Dagur's second in command and a few married women in the village had forbidden her from anything remotely strenuous. It was rather annoying actually. She didn't know how anyone could handle having babies if it meant sitting still all day every day.

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To say Stoick was eager to see his little girl for the first time in months was an understatement. He hadn't seen his little girl in so long, the last living bit of his wife. There were moments that he regretted sending her off in marriage, especially after the incident with her impulsive, but powerful, husband. He could only hope he would see her in one piece. He hoped Oswald was looking after her, he had taken a fondness to her when she was about ten, hence his request for marriage. But it would be good to see her. Gobber was just as eager and apparently so was one his students who was practically jumping up and down to see her. Stoick drew himself up as the armada came into port. The ship landed against the deck with a solid thud. The bridge was set up and the guards stood ready to announce their chief.

"Announcing the High Chief of the Berserker Tribe, Cracker of Skulls, Slayer of Beasts, the Great and Fearsome-"

"Oswald the Agreeable?" Gobber whispered

"Dagur the Deranged!" Before Stoick or Gobber could say anything the herald continued.

"Announcing his wife, Blood of Loki and Volundr, Tamer of the Wild, Bride of the Berserker Chief, and slayer of the Red Death itself, Hiccup the Silver-tongue!" Gobber and Stoick, well the entire village stared slack jawed as the herald stood aside revealing Dagur and beside him, his slip of a daughter on his arm looking healthier than ever. Dagur's helm had a damaged horn now, and Hiccup, well she looked beautiful. Her hair looked shiny and her skin seemed to be glowing.

"As well as her mount, the unholy offspring of lighting and death itself-"

"Okay, they get the point. Here buddy." Hiccup interrupted, then slapped her thigh lightly and a huge dark shape came gallivanting over, rubbing against her like a house cat. A night fury, a creature of legend, that no man had ever seen and lived to tell the tale, was crooning and being pet by his hiccup daughter. The entire Hooligan tribe started to panic, reaching for their weapons.

"It's alright; this is Toothless, my dragon." She said simply, there was an air of confidence in her voice that hadn't been there before. There was something in her stance and expression, something that almost dared them to challenge her over the beast. And whatever it was that gave her that aura kept every man about silent in her presence. Her back was straight; her head held high, Hiccup had changed.

Once they stepped over the side of the ship and towards the dock there were endless questions that needed answering. They walked together like a good husband and wife, her arm in his. That was good to see. The dragon was less than one step behind and at the end of the procession was a Roman girl dressed like one of their own. Less good to see. Hiccup's leg was missing. Really not good to see. She and Dagur seemed to be getting along famously. But there was an Odin-be-damned dragon following his daughter like a chick would its mother. Then there was the Roman girl. Hiccup's hair was short. Their titles seemed so outlandish. But yet only one question made its way out of his mouth.

"Where's your father, Dagur?" He managed to glance at Hiccup who shook her head minutely, as if telling him not to talk about that. Her eyes were wide and afraid, purposely staying out of Dagur's field of vision while she did so.

"Oh, my father lost his taste for blood, however I am starving."

"Unfortunately, Oswald was no longer able to perform his duties as Chief. Dagur has taken over the responsibility." There was a political answer if he ever heard one.

"Oh, he seemed in good health last I saw him."

"I swear, he wouldn't have been able to get on the ship. Dagur and I can handle his usual duties." Hiccup was practically shouting at him to stop the conversation in its tracks.

"But still-"

"So the terms of the treaty, with the inclusion of dragons on our islands, there need to be some revisions made." Hiccup interrupted.

"There are more than that thing." Hiccup's face soured; her hand going behind the dragon's frills.

"Toothless is my friend, and without him, you'd still be fighting dragon raids, wouldn't you." They had stopped, to the endless confusion of his people.

"How did you know they stopped?"

"Because I stopped them. But we'll talk about that later, I'm sure it'll be a great story for the feast."

"Yes, but before that, according to the current terms, our meeting starts with a tour of Berk." He could see Hiccup nudged him roughly, and he nudged her back.

"Your father never found the tour necessary." Hiccup pursed her lips, all but glaring at him.

"Well I'm not my father, am I?"

"It would be good for him; he never got a tour, like Oswald did in the beginning. Besides, I was born here; I think he might like it."

"Of course, I would like to see the place where my little Silver-tongue grew up."

"Dagur, peace meeting, professionalism?" Dagur laughed, hooking an arm over her shoulders, the weight of it was enough for her knees to buckle for a moment.

"Ha, she gets so embarrassed by the pet name, women huh." Hiccup stuck out her bottom lip, glaring at him from beneath her bangs.

"This woman can still burn your ass." Stoick was honestly expecting him to hit her, which may have well caused a war. But he laughed, for an uncomfortably long time. Concluding it with a fierce kiss on her head.

"That's my girl. So anyway the tour, Hiccup, why don't you run around for a bit. I'm sure you don't need one." He tapped her hip lightly, the only contact that Hiccup allowed below the belt, while in public at least.

"Yeah, thanks." She moved to get on Toothless's back. Once she was mounted, Dagur noticed.

"No flying!" He shouted after her.

"I know! No fun for Hiccup, none at all." She shouted back on the dragon that carried her along. The Roman girl followed her.

"I love her to death Stoick, but your girl is a handful, was she always this bad."

"At times." Dagur smirked and walked along the path.

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It was strange being back in Berk again. There was a vulnerability that immediately came back, but it was lessened by Vessa and Toothless being there for her. Things had turned out so differently than she had ever imagined. She could have just as easily been standing here as Snotlout's wife and his baby in her belly. That scared her a little. She had sacrificed a lot but she was happy with Dagur and that scared her. Because her happiness never lasted. She dismounted Toothless once she got to the front door of her old house. Hiccup must have stared at for a long time, just taking in what used to be her home. She had vague memories of sitting on the front steps, waiting for her mother and father. She remembered playing in the yard with the others, though it ended in tears. She thought of how she got sick over and over and how she would be tended to in her own bed. She sighed and scratched Toothless. Then she heard voices, voices of those who used to torment her. Snoutlout and the twins were there.

"Woah, Fishlegs was right, you did get hot." Hiccup immediately felt the urge to curl in on herself. She was hot now, what happened to the spotted fishbone? All her life she had been criticized for being too skinny, not good for birthing sons, and freckle faced with dull brown hair. Now she was hot. Dagur thought she was pretty and that was enough, but having someone else confirm it… Admittedly she had rimmed her eyes with kohl to look prettier. But hot? Her cousin approached her, and noticing her body language, Vessa and Toothless came to her aid.

"Who do you think you're talking to, she is Dagur the Deranged's wife, and you better back off before sees you." Bless Vessa for her protective ways. But Snoutlout was not one to be cowed. And despite being shorter than the Roman slave girl, he puffed himself up like a prideful housecat.

"Well I'm the future chief of this village, and I'm not taking that from you." He told her, trying to seem aggressive and manly. But Vessa wasn't having any of that. Hiccup could only stand timidly with Toothless as her side like a faithful hound.

"Oh, you're the cousin. You were right Mistress, you did get off lucky. You certainly deserve better than this little vermin."

"Hey!" He stepped forward only to have Toothless snarl at him, making him back the Hel up. Vessa didn't look ready to let the matter go because she advanced, at which Hiccup had to interfere.

"Vessa, come on. He's still my cousin." Vessa paused, clearly torn between obeying her being her usual feisty self. In the end she relaxed her pose, her muscles uncoiling. She returned to her spot at Hiccup's side.

"But seriously, it's like your grew boobs overnight."

"Yeah, you should give Ruffnut some tips." Which followed with a punch in the face courtesy if Ruffnut. Hiccup would be lying if she said that wasn't gratifying to watch. But the subject of her breasts, swelling from the child, made her even more uncomfortable in the presence of her former tormentors. She didn't want anyone to know yet; she wanted a formal announcement in front of the tribe, a final lock on the marriage. So she sputtered and came up with an excuse for her sudden maturing.

"Well, I am still growing. It's not out of the realm of possibility. Look, I should get going Dagur's wondering where I am…" Man that sounded pathetic to even her. Snotlout approached, encroaching on her personal space forcing Hiccup to back up. Hiccup had to try really hard not to cross her hands over her belly, even the idiots might have suspected something then.

"Aw come on, stay a while longer, we haven't seen you in forever." He was close, way too close.

"I don't really think a year is forever, and what's with the sudden interest in me." She replied, trying to seem flippant, but Snotlout grinned and came closer, almost whispering.

"You trained a dragon." Toothless nudged her side. Hiccup managed to get out from under Snotlout and practically hide behind Toothless, a bit too much like coward, but whatever.

"Uh I was going to tell the stories at the feast, until then, I really should get back now, come on Vessa." Hiccup dashed off as much as she could with her bad leg. Vessa hefted up her skirt following. Toothless bounded after her like a dog.

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Hiccup was dashing recklessly and crashed into another person. She fell flat on her butt, she looked up to the large but soft form of Fishlegs. She looked up and smiled at him. Fishlegs immediately moved to help her up, stutter over his words. He wouldn't look at her directly, he alternated between his feet and something n off to the side. Hiccup however, was too happy to see a friendly face to notice or care.

"Fishlegs, it's good to see you!"

"Really, it's good to see me?"

"Of course! The book of dragons you gave me helped me a lot, in training Toothless." Maybe not the initial trust, but the sentiment of the gift helped her a lot when she was struggling emotionally. It was silly to remember that the day of her wedding she had wished she could marry him but now found herself happily married to Dagur. But any kindness was appreciated by Hiccup. Vessa came speeding from behind them.

"Mistress! There you are!" Toothless bounded up to Hiccup, settling at her side.

"This is Toothless." Fishlegs looked as though he died and went to Valhalla.

"Is that a real night fury?"

"Yes."

"Wow…."

"So, who's this, Mistress? A sweetheart?" Fishlegs turned red but Hiccup rolled her eyes.

"No, Fishlegs is my friend, or was when I lived here, sort of." Vessa took a good look at Fishlegs and seemed to see something she didn't like.

"Mistress, the Chief will be looking for you soon." Hiccup blinked at the statement, but frankly, Hiccup trusted Vessa's judgment. So she immediately agreed.

"Right, gotta run, see you at the feast." Hiccup ran off with Toothless at her heels. Fishlegs watched her go with a dumb expression. He gave apathetic little wave, enough to almost make Vessa gag. It was worse than she thought. Vessa waited for Hiccup to be out of earshot. Then she turned to the boy. Vessa took a few steps watching the boy closely. Fishlegs trembled under the gaze of her catlike hazel eyes. Vessa held up her chin and pated one hand on her hip.

"Fishlegs was it?" She asked skeptically and Fishlegs nodded.

"Uh yeah, Miss uh…" Vessa waved off his words with a flick of her hand. Fishlegs immediately silenced and looked up at her with big cow eyes.

"Vessa, no need for the miss. I'm no miss, only a handmaid."

"Uh, okay." Vessa looked him over again, frowning more deeply.

"You better watch how you go looking at her. Consider it a warning. She has a husband, and he wouldn't like it."

"No, I, I wouldn't."

"Look kiddo, you're not in trouble, yet. It's just a warning. I get you like her, and can understand, but Dagur is a possessive guy, he gets on my case for looking at her the wrong way. He ripped the throat out of a guy for badmouthing her. It would upset Hiccup to see you die brutally. I look after her, so for my sake and yours. Just watch your step around her, alright?"

"Uh yeah, um."

"Just a bit of advice." Vessa told him over her shoulder, walking to follow her mistress.

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"There you are, Silver-tongue." Dagur called from her father's side.

"Hey!" She shouted, running up to Dagur and planting a kiss on his cheek. Stoick watched with a less than pleased expression. Dagur shot him a cocky glance.

"Where have you been running about?" He asked, rubbing her hip.

"Oh, just my old house."

"How's it compare?"

"I like our home better."

"Of course." His arm hooked around her waist. He nuzzled her head, with a grin.

"So is the feast ready?"

"It will be soon, we've been through most of the island." Stoick answered carefully, keeping an eye on the two.

"Well maybe I can do a flying demonstration…." She looked up at Dagur.

"No flying."

"But..." She whimpered, using her best puppy eyes. Dagur wasn't swayed.

"We discussed this." He told her.

"Just a short flight, nothing strenuous I promise!" Dagur rolled his eyes.

"The shaman said no. Alright, I'm not risking your health." Dagur turned away, avoiding her cute face.

"You make me sound like an invalid." Hiccup pouted, giving up on the persuasive attempts.

"Consider yourself one for now. Don't go straining your dainty self." And invalid for now? Was Hiccup sick or something, Stoick felt his mind ache with unanswered questions?

"I'm not dainty, I'm grisly." Hiccup argued.

"Whatever you say Silver-tongue." Hiccup rolled her eyes and leaned against him.

"That reminds me, you wanted to do your training demonstration tomorrow, didn't you."

"Yes, or you going to ban me from that too."

"It's not strenuous, you just have to have Toothless with you."

"Hold on now, what demonstration."

"Hiccup told me you keep dragons in your arena. If you're going to train them she'll need to teach you how."

"Now whoever said you'd be training those hel-beasts on my island."

"It was a forgone conclusion. With Berserkers mounted on dragon back, we're an unstoppable force. I personally don't care but your daughter insists on it." He tapped Hiccup on the back to draw her father's attention to her.

"Hiccup." Stoick growled slowly. But Hiccup didn't back down or flinch to him. What had happened to her?

"Consider it a gesture of goodwill between our tribes, I'm giving you power. There are many in these waters who would kill for it."

"You're teaching all your allies then." Hiccup shook her head.

"No, just the Hooligans."

"Oh, not the Hysteria Tribe."

"No." Hiccup said. It was odd. Hiccup had always been a tender child. But talking politics with her, well she adopted a poker face. Her emotions were hidden; her stance was tall and strong. Socially she was awkward, politically, she was a natural. Her distance from Dagur was perfect, close to denote their unity but far enough to state she could hold her own. Politically, she was savvier than her husband. Stoick could only guess what had occurred to make her like this.

"Why just us?"

"Our blood ties, mainly, and we trust you with that power."

"Your good-sister is the wife of Hysteria chief."

"They don't have children, their marriage isn't ironclad."

"Neither do you." Hiccup cocked her head, but didn't say anything. Stoick found it odd she didn't confirm it but Hiccup was acting so distant and odd, he brushed the thought away.

"I understand you're the chief, so you have final say. I just want to show you what a trained dragon can do. Your tribe would be safe not only from other tribes but wild dragons. They good companions and if trained correctly are more loyal than the greatest hounds." Stoick eyed the dragon sitting at her side, the beast was huge, but docile with Hiccup and constantly glared at anyone that even riled her slightly.

"They have attacked this tribe for years, you know that well girl."

"And I know why they did, and I stopped it, and lost a leg for it! The war is over, times have changed and soon, the Berserkers won't be the only tribe with trained dragons." Hiccup kept his gaze, something his daughter of a year ago would never have done.

"Just let her give you a demonstration and stop being stubborn."

"Watch your tongue."

"Alright boys, let's calm down your manliness contest, hmm? Dad, just give me a chance alright?" Then she was pleading with him, with her mother's eyes. It wasn't fair. Hiccup resembled her mother so much, even seeing her now, bought back many memories. How could he refuse?

"Fine, one demonstration."

"That's my Silver-tongue, she's way better at all this political crap."

"It's called doing your job."

"Whatever, now where is some mead for my thirsty men!" Hiccup roiled her eyes fondly.

X

They settled into the mead hall easily, Dagur at Stoick's right and Hiccup on the other side of her husband. It really was unnerving for Hiccup to be so reserved. Usually she would shrink in such public contexts. But she seemed to draw strength from it instead. There was this distant smile on her face; she alternated between chatting with her hand maid and whispering in Dagur's ear. She still seemed so young but the way she and Dagur behaved, well, it seemed too adult for a fourteen year old and seventeen year old. Especially since Hiccup's right hand seemed to be a permanent fixing on Dagur's leg. Everything seemed well and good until Dagur suddenly tensed up, he made a grab for his axe and got to his feet.

"Who is smacking, I hate smacking!" The entire room froze at his unexpected outburst. Hiccup was already on her feet, trying to draw his attention.

"Dagur, love, it's a mead hall, someone is bound to smack."

"I just hate it so much." His arm moved with the axe still in his hand but Hiccup caught it. She rubbed the bare skin of his hand tenderly, keeping a calm expression. After spending several moments of seething he noticed her touch. Finally his attention went to her. And Hiccup smiled. She stood on her tip toes and whispered so only he could hear.

"Remember, we're my father's guests, please, calm down. I know how you hate it, but remember our deal, alright. Good boys get rewards." Dagur seemed to calm down a bit. Hiccup wrapped her hand over his wrist; bring it down to his side. She discreetly removed the axe from his grip and took his hand in hers.

"See, not so bad. Everyone has habits that someone else hates." Dagur adopted a petulant expression.

"Hmmph, I still want to cut off the legs of whoever was smacking."

"Of course, but they won't get us anywhere." She led him back to his seat and the entire room stared. It was the first time Hiccup really displayed how much control she had over Dagur, calming him from an irrational rage with a simple touch and a smile.

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"So there she is, flying on the unholy offspring of lighting and death itself, a bite to this monstrous dragon!" The crowd oo'd and aaa'd and Hiccup smiled at her husband's story telling.

"They fly up into the clouds and all you can see are their shadows as fire goes everywhere! Then they're flying up again, higher and higher and higher until the great dragon opens its jaws to burn Hiccup to a crisp and hen Toothless turns and spits fire in its maw, causing the dragon to light up on the inside! And its wings burn up like paper and it crashes head first into the ground, causing an explosion the size of a mountain! Hiccup tries to escape the blast, flying straight up even though Toothless's tail is all burned up. But then, the tail hit them both throwing Hiccup from the saddle and into the flames, Toothless close behind.

"Did she die?" Tuffnut asked in wonder. Dagur and Hiccup gave him a long look, Hiccup blinking several times.

"Yes Tuffnut, I died, that's why I'm sitting here."

"I knew it!"

"Anyway, I found Toothless lying among the remains."

"He was not in the corpse." Hiccup sighed.

"How do you know, you were unconscious."

"And you weren't on the dragon with me." Dagur chuckled a bit, but continued.

"Anyway, when Toothless saw me, he bowed his head, acknowledging my greatness, and opened his wings, and Hiccup was inside."

"You forgot the part where you were crying." Hiccup teased. Dagur looked at her fiercely.

"I was not crying."

"Oh yes you were." Hiccup laughed, causing her husband's face to redden.

"Whatever story over."

"That's amazing." Ruffnut crowed.

"Hiccup you're so cool!" Fishlegs

"I wanna lose a leg too!" Tuffnut added.

"No you don't" Hiccup told him, sighing. Then Snotlout noticed she was drinking clear water instead of mead like everyone else.

"Hey, why're you drinking water, what are you, a yak, get your mead!" He insisted.

"No, I'm fine." Hiccup replied.

"Aww, you're no fun! Grab a tankard." Ruffnut shouted merrily.

"Don't bother, she's buying into some Roman wives tale about mead while pregnant making small babies." Dagur shrugged. Hiccup gave him a horrified look, her jaw hanging open.

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Princess: sorry about the late update but probably not the last time it will happen. So those of you who are wondering, she's the blood of Loki and Volundr because she's a bringer of change and a smith by trade, so the titles just make her seem like someone sent by the gods and make her and those around her look better. Vessa calls Hiccup mistress here as a formality, and to make the friendship they have less evident, which means people are more like to let things slip around her. So dad finds out he's going to be a granddad and we'll see more next chapter. I'm going to reiterate that in this time period it was acceptable for cousins to marry so if Snotlout looks like he's coming on to Hiccup, he is. It's a small village, can't be too picky about partners.

Reviews:

Sakura Haruno554:Oh he baby's name is picked out and planned.

GrizzleyBear2000: I really wish I could have written that but no matter what I did, it wouldn't really flow, but I'd be happy if someone wrote their own interpretation.

ShadeShadowWolf: I'm really glad my work has touched you, ahaha

Night-Chan-DragonEyes: Berk has made their opinions on Hiccup clear thus far. As for the baby stuff, now what would be the fun in spoiling the surprise?

HTTYD-PJATO-ROTG-41185: I appreciate the enthusiasm, but school has really been kicking my butt this semester and is going to get worse before it gets better.

REBD: Oh, well Gobber gave her a little multi-tool he invented so she could continue practicing her craft. The rest will appear in time.

Kat: Aw, you're sweet.

Crazy Cowgirl Cassie: They're more similar than they like to think.

AAD: I appreciate your eagerness, but I'm really busy right now so I don't always know.

Anie6142: Yes, she could die and that is a real concern but Hiccup trying to remain positive about it. In any case, it's a good sign to conceive so easily, I feel like Hiccup's parents weren't a very fertile couple and had trouble conceiving, only getting Hiccup. So the fact that she got pregnant so easily is a good sign if she survives. But her anxiety over the risks will continue but Hiccup is also a mother now and his baby is something that she can love and nurture much like Toothless and it's a baby she's having with the man she loves.

Ice Maiden Oliver: Thank you, that's really nice!

Kitty.0: Oh, she freaked out, hence the fainting, but they are both happy about it. It's always good to have a child to secure a marriage.

Chronian Demoness XIV: Actually no, Norbert the Nutjob is the actual name of the chief of the hysteria tribe in the books, which I have admittedly not read, but researched. I try to bring a bit of book!verse in here and there.

Onlyone42: I'm glad I changed your mind!

TGirl15: Aww, my girl, I always look forward to your reviews. Hiccup will have her fair share of pregnant perks and problems. And some of your questions have been answered by super suspicious Stoick this chapter. Keep reading!

KathrynMills: They love her, I'll go more into it in the later chapter, but they adore her. She tamed Dagur and made a good leader of him. And she made the tribe untouchable by training dragons, so there's that too.