Well all of these have been available for a while via tumblr or just me offering to send them but I thought I might as well post them all here.

This is Finn's version of events the day he set the boars loose at the beginning of Stowaway. He's probably about 17 or 18 as he tells this.

Stampede

If you're on Berk long enough, you're probably going to hear about the boar stampede that went though the village. Everybody likes to tell that story and they tell it to all the guests. So it's probably best that you hear it from me before somebody else exaggerates everything and gets the details wrong. I know what happened. I was there! Actually, I was the knucklehead that started it.

My grandfather died when I was almost five. We used to do a lot of things together, you know, hunt, fish, fly, all that junk. So when he died I was really upset. Then all this crazy stuff happened with the laws being all stupid and my dad almost getting himself killed but that's not really important. It was probably two years later... yeah I remember, I was seven. So my dad hadn't been chief too long. I'd say this was his fifth or sixth big incident as chief. Figures I'd have been at the center of it.

I was climbing rocks mostly. I used to like to do stuff like that as a kid. Climb to the top of a giant rock and jump off it. I actually managed to break my ankle when I was 6 because of that. That's a different and slightly less embarrassing story. So I was off doing all that stuff when I saw this pack of boars.

I don't know what I was thinking. I think I was trying to prove my manhood. And be like my grandfather. Whatever it was, it was stupid. I sneaked up on them and jumped on top of one. It squealed and started running in all directions. I managed to hold on while they were all running like mad right into the village square.

It was about this time that panic set in. Not just about the wild ride, though that was scary enough, but about how much trouble I was going to be in when my parents caught me.

Anyway, now I think about it, I bet I looked pretty ridiculous riding a boar all over town. The stampede came through and started knocking over carts and people and smaller dragons. The one I was riding ran straight into the food storage and threw me into a pile of fish.

At that point, I could hear my dad yelling for everyone to keep calm. And Gobber panting as he tried to round up the boars. And kids screaming because it was probably pretty scary. I'm told my sister had wandered off with Erick and completely missed this incident. Definitely for the best.

So I walked out of the food storage just in time to see my dad try to face down this really big boar. Well, sort of. It charged at Inga and he ran in the way and ended up taking the hit. He was lying there for a couple of seconds before he could get back up. My mom tried to round up the dragons to put a stop to it and once we did, most of the boars ran off.

Except now the village was in shambles. My mom grabbed me by the ear and took me straight home. My parents are always really conservative in the harsher punishments, they usually save them for the REALLY bad stuff Anna and I do. I'd say trashing the village warranted a pretty harsh punishment and my mom did not hold back. A week of being forced to stay in the house except when I had to go into the village to help fix the damage. The worst of it was finding out that this big basket of fresh berries had been ruined so I had to go pick another basket. It took all day and the bushes were covered in thorns so I had a lot of cuts by the end of it. Again, I deserved it.

So there, now you know what happened. If anyone tries to tell you the story, you can just tell them that you know it. And hey, maybe I'll tell you about that time I broke my ankle at some point.

Oh yeah, I forgot. I guess one good thing did come out of this because I got to try bacon for the first time. Gods, it's like Valhalla on a plate. I have been kind of addicted ever since.

Posted this to tumblr ages ago but it's too cute not to post here!

Perfect

I'm a mom. The thought flitted through Astrid's mind as she stared into the face of her little son. His eyes were drooping now and she knew that he would be asleep well before the healer would arrive. She hadn't held many babies before. She'd done it once when a woman needed to talk to Gobber for a moment but that child was crawling already. This baby wasn't just a newborn, he was an unusually tiny newborn. She'd never seen a person this small before. Whose movements did she feel? How many of them were his?

She was sore. More sore than she'd ever been in her life. She felt like she had just gotten out of a battle. But she only vaguely registered the pain. It was worth it. Every agonizing second had been worth it. She had been so terrified of giving birth, frightened that she would never love her baby. But now that she was holding him, her little boy, she couldn't believe she had ever felt that way. From the tip of his head covered in red fuzz to the ends of his tiny toes, this little baby was perfect. The way he moved his hands and grasped her shirt, pulling a little bit and then releasing it... the way he stretched out his legs and then brought them in a bit almost like he was exercising... the tiny noises coming from his throat. These babies were the most beautiful things she and her husband had ever created.

She knew that there would be time to hold her daughter but she didn't want to give up her son. Not yet. From the moment he was in her arms, he was hers. He had been born mere seconds and he had already changed the way she thought about everything. He had made a difference by his mere existence. He had turned her jaded, pessimistic heart into one that felt like it was going to burst open. She leaned down and kissed his impossibly soft cheek. His eyes fluttered in response but he seemed to appreciate the closeness to his mother.

She had known she was going to have a boy. Like he was whispering in her ear every day, telling her that he was coming. She had been so worried about not loving her baby that she had neglected to realize just how badly she had wanted a son. The men in her life up until she had gotten married had ranged from annoying to abusive. She wanted a chance to turn a boy into a good man. The kind of man who would treat the women in his life the right way. And that good man was nestled in her arms. It wasn't going to be easy but she was going to do everything in her power to see that he grew into that man. It didn't matter if he was scrawny like Hiccup, big and beefy like Stoick, stocky and muscular like Snotlout... she would love this little boy no matter what. For months, she had been dreaming of him. And now he was here. He had already taught her a beautiful lesson about love. She knew that he would keep teaching her, that her journey was only just beginning. But if her beautiful, perfect little boy was there along the way, it was a journey she would cherish.

The following is my personal favorite and I know a lot of you have already read it but I figured that those who haven't should. It's too adorable!

Addie

A funny phenomenon happens when a couple becomes parents for the first time. For nine months, they prepare for the impending arrival of a new human being. Yet once that human being does arrive, every rational thought seems to fly out of their heads. They spend months practicing changing diapers on baby dolls and rocking their friends' babies to sleep and babysitting rowdy children but once their own child comes into the world, it's like they start back at square one.

Nowhere was this more obvious than the night after the Haddock twins were born. The euphoria of having two brand new babies wore down just enough for panic to set in.

Fortunately for the exhausted and sore Haddocks, babies sleep a very long time after birth. It didn't take much time for the entire family to fall asleep in the healer's house. The healer herself, an elderly woman named Tasha, thought it was best not to disturb them. Inevitably, the babies awoke well before their parents might have liked.

Hiccup and Astrid jerked awake at the piercing wail that came from the crib next to their bed. Astrid groaned groggily and nudged her husband. She was still far too sore to get up so it fell to him to see what was wrong.

One of the babies was fussing while the other stirred, moments away from waking up and joining the chorus. Hiccup knew he had seconds to act before both he and Astrid would be tasked with attempting to calm down one irate baby each. He reached in and gently lifted the crying baby, immediately turning and leaving the room so that at least the sounds were muffled.

"Shh, what's the matter, buddy?" he asked, trying to rock the baby back to sleep.

The light was dim but he was pretty sure it was Finn who was, for some reason, upset. The new father thought back to the events of a few hours earlier. Astrid had nursed both babies on the ride back from the island on which she had given birth. Was he hungry again?

A moment later, an unpleasant odor emanated from the newborn.

"Ahh. Yes, I imagine that's a bit uncomfortable, little guy." Hiccup smiled and placed the baby on a table, reaching into a pile of clean diapers and hoping he remembered what to do next. "All right, first I have to take off the dirty diaper... how do I do that?"

It wasn't easy attempting to figure out how to take off the smelly cloth but in a moment, he had figured out what he was doing. The unpleasant smell intensified but Hiccup was so determined to figure out what he was doing to be bothered with reacting. He found a box of clean rags with which he had been told to use to clean off the baby before placing him in the new diaper.

"Hang on a second." Hiccup muttered, finally centering the baby on the clean diaper. "You're not Finn." He rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself. "Gods, one day as a dad and I'm already confusing my children. The next seventeen years are going to be a blast."

The baby responded by wiggling a bit, her cries quieter now that she was more comfortable. Hiccup fastened the diaper at both sides and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

"Right... not exactly a work of art but it'll do."

He reached forward to lift his little girl from the table and was dismayed to note that she hadn't stopped crying completely. He began to rock his body, hoping that the gentle movements would lull Adrianna to sleep. No such luck.

"Hey, come on." Hiccup whispered to her. "What do you want, sweetie? You're all cleaned up. Tell me what's the matter."

Adrianna, to be fair, had only been born yesterday so she was incapable of telling her exhausted father what she wanted. Instead she hiccuped rather loudly.

"Woah, don't hurt yourself." Hiccup adjusted the swaddling cloth so that it would keep her warmer. "Shh, don't cry, Adrianna." he frowned slightly. "You know, that's a bit of a mouthful, little lady. You think I should shorten it a bit?"

For all the good it did, he might as well have asked her if she was a cabbage. She continued to fuss, kicking her little feet inside the cloth and waving a fist around almost like her father had said something offensive. Hiccup strode across the room and sat down in a rocking chair, tucking her little arm back into the cloth before it got cold and she cried louder.

"Hmm, what do you think of Anna?" Hiccup asked. He had a feeling that talking to her, simply talking, might be enough to calm her down. "Yeah I don't like it either. Adri?" the baby continued to fuss almost like she hadn't heard her father speak at all. "I agree, it's not very you, is it? So what about... Annie?"

Adrianna's crying grew a bit louder. Hiccup continued to rock her, feeling horrible for not being able to provide his baby girl with what she so clearly wanted. Whatever that was. He began to rub her back, bringing her a bit closer to his face so that he could look her in the eye.

"Come on, tell me what's bugging you, Addie!"

The nickname had slipped out of his mouth completely on its own. He didn't have to think about it. There was something natural about it, almost like an instinct. What was even more surprising was that Adrianna seemed comforted by this simple word. She stopped mid cry, blinking a few times almost like she was surprised.

"You like that?" Hiccup asked, his face breaking into a smile. "I like it too. Rolls off the tongue. Goodness knows I need something easy to say."

The baby yawned widely, making little noises with her throat almost like they were residual cries that she no longer felt like fully letting out. Her little eyelids began to droop.

"That's my girl." Hiccup whispered as he continued to rock her. "Just go to sleep. I've got you."

A conflicting emotion began to rise in the new father's chest as he spoke. Part heart stopping fear and part unexplainable joy. He thought back to the conversation he'd had with his father only a week ago. How he had said out loud that he wanted a baby girl. It seemed so long ago. In such a short time, he had become a father to a son and a daughter. He knew his relationship would be different with each one. But this little girl, this miracle... she was special. She was his. His heart was bursting with love for her the moment she was in his arms, so much that he didn't think he could possibly love anyone more but now, with her drifting to sleep, placated by a name that only they shared now, his heart expanded again.

But something else came with it. As his love for her increased, so did his fear. This little baby was completely helpless. She didn't just need him for diaper changes and snuggles. As she grew, she would need him to teach her to walk and talk, to bandage up her little cuts and scrapes, to make her feel safe again after a bad dream, to teach her about the kind of man who would someday... nope. That last thought was far too painful. There was no way he was giving up his little girl just yet, whether it was for a day or the rest of her life. Besides, any man who could possibly marry her was probably toddling around the- no. He was the man in her life now.

Adrianna's breathing grew deep and Hiccup knew she had fallen asleep at last. He didn't want to move. As tired as he was, there was something so wonderful about staring into his baby daughter's face as she slept and thinking about all the days that lay ahead. He wondered what she would be like, whether she would be clumsy like him or perhaps fascinated with weapons like her mother. Would she be right handed or left handed? Would she want to be the center of attention or would she shy away from groups of people? What sort of dragon would she eventually pick... oh gods, he was going to have to teach her how to fly one day! The thought made him shiver a little

But right now, he didn't care. He didn't care if she cried all night and woke up half the village or if she would one day break his heart. Today... today she was his baby. Today she was his Addie.

He leaned down and kissed her impossibly soft forehead. She stirred slightly but remained asleep. And so the father, overwhelmed with love for his newborn daughter, remained rocking until the moon rose high in the sky. But he didn't care.

He would do anything for his baby.

For his daughter.

For his Addie.

And there you go, extra chapters to pad this down while amyboomerang and I stop being lazy and actually write something for this series. I have 2 half finished ones but I can't seem to motivate myself to finish them off.

Chapter 2 of Taming Hearts is coming on our Dragon Day! Be sure to keep an eye out for it or follow/favorite it if you haven't already!

Let me know what you thought!

~KateMarie999