After a long night of little sleep something to be expected with a newborn, Hiccup emerged from her cocoon of blankets and got ready for the day with the aid of Vessa, doing all but her hair. She secured the baby in his sling and descended the stairs to an amusing sight. Dagur passed out in his chair but looking suitably uncomfortable. A mild punishment, in the future he would be less likely to mention their sex life in front of her father or people in general. She felt a little bad, he had gone to sleep in full armor and it probably didn't help his injuries. Hiccup approached him, gently stroking his jaw to rouse him. Dagur slowly blinked awake, leaning into her touch.

"Morning." She mumbled.

"G'morning." He replied, tipping bi head into her hand.

"Sorry, I should have helped you to bed."

"I kinda deserved it." He shrugged, trying to pull her closer into his grip. Hiccup let him for a bit, she had a little time.

"Well as long as you're sorry." She chuckled tipping their faces together. They kissed, slow and lazy, content. Dagur's good hands fisted into her loose hair pulling her closer. Eventually she knew she had spent enough luxuriating in the safe little net of a family and they both had to return to reality.

"I gotta go."

"Do you have to?" he whined, clutching her arm.

"Yes I do. Someone needs to keep the tribe running. Vessa received word that the Meathead and Hysteria ships have been sighted and someone has to go greet them. Your sister will already be upset with you, no need to further her anger." Hiccup was honestly kind of excited to see her good sister, it had been months and she found the woman strange but likable. She was a true Viking cheiftess and Hiccup could learn a lot, not that she says as much to Dagur. Gods know she would never give him an inch on anything, because he would take a mile and more. She pulled back and walked to the polished metal on the wall, picking up the pins lying beside it. Dagur watched with a lazy grin as she wove braids into her hair and pinned it firmly in place. Vessa came down the stairs and smirked at Dagur before helping Hiccup pin her ceremonial cloak in place.

"Come on, Honey, we gotta go." She reminded her. Hiccup nodded and walked back to Dagur, cupping his cheeks.

"Mess up my hair and you're sleeping down here for a week." She warned before giving him a kiss goodbye. Dagur heeded her warning but, with a grin, pulled her into his lap. And within moments Hiccup wiggled her way out of his grip to the sound of Vessa's laughter. Hiccup hurried to fix her mussed garments all while giving him a thoroughly sour look.

"I'll send someone to carry you over to the hall, luv." Vessa teased as the pair disappeared out the door just in time to miss the bolas he'd tossed at Vessa.

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By the time Hiccup and Toothless made it to the docks most of the Meathead and Hysteria tribes had assembled from the ships and clearly one step from a friendly brawl. Friendly as it may be, Hiccup really didn't want the visitors damaging the docks any more than the other guests had, or tribesman. She managed to see. Fixing them was getting to be a real pain. Mogadon caught sight of her and approached his son, Thuggery. Thuggery smiled at her and bowed in an overdramatic, overly southern gesture. When he straightened again he grasped her forearm. Hiccup was pulled into a fond embrace and she was very glad Dagur wasn't there. She loved him to death but by the gods, he had a jealous streak a mile long.

"Good to see you, Hic." Hiccup grinned crookedly in return, suddenly uncomfortable with their casual exchange. Thuggery had always been exceedingly polite with her, far more than to expect from the heir of an Archipelago Tribe. In her earlier years, she had more than a small crush on him though she'd never admit. Thuggery was an attractive man, tall, taller than her by a good bit, broad like a tree. His hair was fair and blond, with fair blue eyes and white skin to match. His smile was kind, and warm though as it soured slightly as his eyes fell to her son bundled firmly in her arms.

"Cute kid." He chuckled and Hiccup smiled proudly.

"He is, it's good to see you too."

"He's probably gonna be a redhead like his daddy."

"I think so." The conversation lapsed awkwardly, Mogadon cut in showering her with praise for her and the babe. Thuggery gave her one last grin before disappearing into the crowd. She felt a little sad, wondering what could have been. But it would never have been practical and she was happy where she was. She smiled and continued her talks with Mogadon but eventually something felt like it was missing.

Hiccup eagerly looked about for her good sister but the redhead was not among the crowd. That was odd, she had seen the Hysteria ships she had seen Norbert leave the ship but Brenna was not at his side. She could feel her brow furrowing in displeasure when Norbert approached her and her son without Brenna at his side. Norbert grinned toothily in a way that reminded her eerily of Dagur, and not in a reassuring way.

"This is the little lad then?"

"Yes, your nephew."

"A happy boy he chuckled, reaching to touch the babe's face. Hiccup restrained herself from flinching, with everything that happened, it was hard to trust anyone near her son, save the dragons, Dagur and Vessa, and her other immediate family she supposed. Norbert had always made her uneasy Dagur was mad but there was also a love and passion to her that made it easier to forgive. She saw no such thing in Norbert. He was madness and passion but there was no empathy in the slightest. Dagur for all his flaws felt that at least, Norbert did not. She could see nothing but a sense of emptiness in his eyes. But even in his lack of empathy he realized the need to work together if only to insure his survival. And perhaps so he could continue killing and reaving as he always had.

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Hiccup stood beside her husband in his seat of authority, a tall chair covered in the fur and bone of various beasts, It had been dragons once though a freak out from Mally and Toothless changed that real fast. When Dagur had returned from that hunt, well, if she hadn't already been pregnant he would have knocked her up then. It was an impressive piece, a display of power and vitality desperately needed by a chief whose bones were being held in place by large, specially made armor. He grinned onto his rowdy audience, a goat stood ready for sacrifice and the bonfire in the middle of the hall roaring. Dagur staggered his way into a tall and proud stance, faltering a bit on his bad leg. Hiccup caught him subtly on one arm with Vessa at the other. He silenced the crowd with a broad sweep of his hand.

"Today I have the great honor of welcoming the nest member of both my tribe and my clan, my very own son!" He chuckled, ruffling the infant's fine hair, smiling fondly at him and dragging his gaze up to his wife, smiling proudly at him.

"It is a great privilege to introduce my firstborn, my son, Orvar of Clan Eldsen, future chief to the Berserker tribe; son of Chief Dagur the Deranged and Chieftess Hiccup the Silver-tongued." Hiccup grinned and elbowed him playfully. The crowd applauded, many cheering and whooping for the couple's success. Hiccup knew Cami was one of them despite knowing Cami had been rooting for a female progeny of the two. All the well wishes made Hiccup felt well, she held her little son even closer, kissing the babe on the brow. Dagur wrapped a beefy arm around his wife and son, pressing his face into her hair chuckling.

"I'm the luckiest man in the world." He whispered so only she could hear through all the chaos. Hiccup's face reddened, everything about that statement, the way he said it, the way he was holding her explained their relationship perfectly.

"Now my friends, let's party!" The people in the crowd whooped in delight, Hiccup and Dagur joining their cheers.

Hey now, let the lad's uncle hold the little blighter!" A voice chimed from behind them. There was Norbert. Hiccup smiled and with a touch hesitation transferred the baby to his uncle.

"Aye, that's a strong lad."

"Takes after Papa apparently, and his grandpa's. He'll be big and burly in no time." Hiccup cooed, Norbert adjusted his arms in a practiced cradle motion.

"You're good at this." Dagur mused.

"Lots a practice with other's little ones. Had a drop a few to get it right." He chuckled. By the panicked look on her face, Dagur could see Hiccup didn't find that funny at all.

"I'll watch the little one for ya, let the new parents enjoys themselves fer once." Hiccup despite her reservations allowed it, living among Eldsens had taught her that crazy as the lot might be, they protected their own. Hiccup waved him off, smiling as much as she could. Because by the gods she was uneasy with the idea of letting her boy out of her sight. But then again, she couldn't coddle him forever, she wouldn't always be there to protect him and she had to remember that. She wouldn't be her father.

It was five minutes of merrymaking before reality made a call. It was in the form of woman, easily twice Hiccup's size who approached Hiccup and her husband with a solemn demeanor, very unnerving. She towered over the much younger girl and after a moment, Hiccup recognized her. Shew as something of an attendant to Brenna. She held out one brawny hand. In her hand was note, Hiccup took it with a confused smile and the woman nodded.

"Mistress Brenna sends her regards." Hiccup nodded back, looking at the note, running her eyes over the text.

Her heart dropped into her stomach.

The note slipped from her hands.

She felt herself running from the crowd.

Voices called after her, but her ears were ringing, drowning out the voices.

She prayed with every bit of her soul, please, no….

Her lone foot was pounding into the ground, her stump ached from the strain. But it didn't matter, her boy, her baby boy…..

She saw him, standing there.

Traitor, kin-killer, madman!

"Norbert!" She roared. Norbert glanced over his shoulder. He stood at the edge of the cliff, a wriggling bundle in her arms. Norbert took her in, smirking. Hiccup stood tall and proud, no dragons, no armadas no warrior husband at her disposal but any would feel fear at the sight of her. One leg and in nothing but ceremonial clothes, she still looked ready to fight tooth and nail over her babe. Any sane man would have backed down and begged for forgiveness, but Norbert never claimed to be sane.

"Ello runt." He grinned at her, further riling the woman.

"Give me my son." She cut him off with no patience for games or politics. This was her son, this was her baby that she had fought for almost a year to protect, she had killed one chief for him and she had no issue killing another.

"Why so agitated little tamer girl, I am the lad's uncle. Ah merely wanted to show 'im the view." So, playing dumb, he knew what was going, Hiccup was sure. As she looked into those eyes and saw nothing, no soul, no empathy just emptiness. The sight chilled her to her very bones. She wanted to scream and bark, threaten him with dragon fire and the armies of her tribes. But it would mean nothing to the man before her.

"Give me my son Norbert." She repeated. Norbert grinned in response.

"You know girl, you must be the luckiest little whore alive. How many times have you cheated death now, your birth, the traditions, your dragons, childbirth, especially your marriage." She knew, the gods must have wanted her to live, how else would she be standing here after all she had faced. She was of men and dragons and even if all her luck had been used, she would protect her boy by force of will. But she was the wife of chief as well as a chief in her own right, she had to honor custom and give him a final chance, one last chance.

"We can still end this peacefully." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes fixed on him.

"Peace, ye just dun get it. And 'e'll get bored of ye because of it. Tha's why yer brat has to go." The man guffawed and collapsed into laughter, not unlike Dagur. She warned him, because no matter what happened she would be sure he could never rest in Valhalla

"I'm not asking again." She warned. The last warning, the real last chance. Part of her knew he wouldn't, not a man like him. But she had to say she warned him, threatened even before taking action that could bring war to the archipelagos. War was not to be taken lightly no matter how Norbert and Dagur felt about it. But Norbert just kept laughing, he didn't fear her, didn't see what she could do, the cruelty she could dredge up from her very soul in the name of her kin.

"You people, weaklings, soft-bloods, ye'll never understand. All ye want is peace, when what we need is blood. I've humored Oswald's wished long enough, 'im and 'is treacherous little daughter. But Ah think it's time things got interesting again." Hiccup couldn't breathe, he wouldn't. Norbert grinned at her, all his teeth showing and he took a step off the ledge. And Hiccup screamed. She would see his remains thrown to dogs, she would never let this crime go unpunished. Even if her boy survived she would summon the power of gods to wipe the Hysteria tribe from the face of world if only to prove that none should take her lightly. Hiccup or not she was a daughter of the Haddock clan. She was the dragon tamer, the blood of Loki and Volundr, Bride to Dagur the Deranged and she would not let this go un punished! Shapes blurred around her, she didn't know how long it was until she came to her senses, kneeling on the hill, strong, familiar hands shaking her.

"-cip! Hiccup!" Lucidity surrounded her like a wave of cold water, bringing a shudder from her core. She lashed out, latching onto the arms that held her.

"Hiccup!" The owner of the hands grabbed her harder.

"Dagur!" She wailed,

"My baby! He's gone!" Dagur was talking but she couldn't hear him over her screaming. She only came to her senses with a harsh strike to her cheek. She looked up blinking, at Dagur staring intently at her.

"Dagur…"

"Orvar's fine."

"What?" She whispered. She looked around and spotted her father holding a bundle of familiar furs.

"You can thank Maelstrom for that, the dragons followed you when you took off. Apparently she knew better than letting some crazed fool hop off a cliff with the baby."

"Give him to me!" She barked. Her father timidly handed the baby to her, and Hiccup wrapped the child in a loving embrace crying in relief all the while. She was acting weak, blubbering like the babe was holding, but she couldn't help it. By the gods, for the past year she had woken every day for the for her son's safety and now, traitors rooted out, enemies eliminated, they were all safe. Dagur hooked an arm around them, Maelstrom and Toothless following suit embracing them with their wings. Hiccup just kept crying in relief, it made her look weak to everyone there but she couldn't bring herself to give a damn about it.

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As it turned out, Brenna was alive and well, very well. She was with child, which apparently had been enough to spur her crazed husband into action. Hiccup knew the man was crazed but that was really counting the chickens before they hatched. A more fitting metaphor than it should have been. Despite the offer of Hiccup and Dagur, she refused to leave, instead she took power and authority in the tribe citing a claim by marriage and blood for the sake of her unborn child. Hiccup didn't want to think what would happen if something happened to the kid. Hiccup reminded herself that Dagur's mother had little issue bearing a healthy pair of brats in the short time she was married to Oswald, both sides were made up of many healthy births, not like her own family, only plague had destroyed the family tree. Luck and bloodline were on her side and if the worst happened she had her brother's tribe to back her up. The Berserker Tribe was feared by many, even the Hysteria tribe would think twice before harming her.

It seemed everything was settling now, the Lava Louts were easing up without their allies and even with their fire proof clothes, they couldn't protect themselves from the teeth and claws of the guardians. Without the two tribes supporting them and the now numerous supporters of the young couple, it seemed an unwinnable fight. And bloodthirsty as they may be, they weren't stupid. There were neutralized for the time being but she had sent word to all the tribes about their attacks and with the network of allies, they would cause no major issue in the near future.

They could raise Orvar in relative peace.

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Princess: Omg this is finally done, I can't believe it, this one didn't want to be written no matter what I did, I swear to god is fought me with every sentence. There is no excuse for how long this took but I'm glad to finally be posting it and getting the dumb thing out of my life for now. Hopefully the next update won't take as long but I'm staring grad school in the fall so we'll see.

Anyway the baby Orvar arc is over but there is much to be done. Unfortunately we have to go through a race to the edge rendition before we get to the second movie. There is much to be done. Wish me luck wayward readers…..

Reviews (You guys are the best)

BarelyGuy: Yeah Stoick doesn't like admitting that he's wrong about anything, should have been called the stubborn.

RUBYJEMS: I KNOW RIGHT, DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!

Danny Phnatom619: We'll get to that.

Mecherz: Well I hope you enjoy the new chapter.

The Skrillrider: I try to get an accurate grasp on it but it's hard to wrap your mind around his logic.

.52: She left him in his chair to sleep for the night cause she was mad, basically he's sleeping on the couch.

Kimmadewdop: Aww thank you, yeah Dagur's pretty at peace with himself. As far as he's concerned Hiccup's the only one whose opinion really matters to him and she is will to work with his insanity instead of contain it or stop it.

The Spying Devil: Yeah it worked out well for the two of them.

Finix: Aww thanks.

Farala: Yeah I imagine it being somewhat hereditary, Dagur's mom Iona was pretty in control but when she let loose, she reallllllly let loose. And passion is the core of Dagur's being so any romance he had would be such.

PeterHaleIsForeverTheAlpha: No, there wasn't enough Dagur, and I feel the same way about shipping

QueenoftheSnows: Well I intend to finish this monster…