Pregnant? She was pregnant? Oh man do I feel like an even bigger idiot. Hiccup thought as he stared down at Astrid. So many things he wanted to say, but all that came out was, "What?"

Astrid giggled, and pressed the button that released the fin on the back of his flight suit. "I'm pregnant, doofus."

Again, he replied, "What?"

"Okay, babe you're started to scare me."

"What? Why?"

"Well, with all that's going on I just…" Her gaze dropped to the floor.

"What is it?" Hiccup cupped her face with one hand and tilted her head up to look at him.

"I…" Astrid began. Hiccup's eyes seemed to trap her in time. They always did that, and it seemed as if in moments he can just turn them off. But right now, they were flicked on and the bright, forest green spoke of love and compassion. She smiled in realization. "I have nothing to worry about."

"What?"

She laughed, and kissed him. "Nothing, it's not important." Husband and wife stood there for a few more moments, looking at each other, taking in the happiness as the beautiful sun began to rise. Finally, Hiccup broke the gaze and looked out on the horizon.

"What's wrong Hiccup?" Astrid asked as his eyes switched off, worry still dwindling in her heart. He opened his mouth, then closed it. "Hiccup?" She asked again.

"I… I'm scared, Astrid." Her eyes widened.

"About what?"

"Well, we couldn't take care of Pache. We lost her, and she's somewhere out there in the vast oceans, or in a distant land with a man who would do more than just torture before killing someone. I'm scared because I know once Alvin does whatever he's been planning that he will come back and when he does…"

Hiccup suddenly fell on his butt by a punch in the face. "Don't you dare talk like that." Astrid said. "Alvin isn't going to win. He's not going to come back and get us. We're going to find our daughter, and when we do she'll be fine. You understand?" Her axe was pointed at him now, and she looked on the verge of tears. "Everything will be fine, you hear me?"

"This is why I married you, you know."

"What?"

"Always positive, even when things seem bleak. Beautiful in any mood, angry, sad, happy…" he smiled. "... pregnant." Hiccup pushed her axe out of the way of his face, and got up. She dropped it, and he said, "I hear you loud and clear." They kissed briefly. "And, you're right. As always."

She smiled, and tears poured down her face, happily. "You know, when we were kids you're the one who could make me smile."

"Why?"

"Because you were so weird that it made me laugh."

"Oh ha-ha very funny." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Not to mention, you were the only one who didn't flirt with me."

"Huh? Of course I flirted with you. I was just so awkward that it seemed like I wasn't."

Astrid smirked. "By the way, you might want to beat the crap out of a certain Lout when we get back to Berk."

The smile on Hiccup's face faded, and his eyes were dark again. "I believe I shall."

Thwump...thwump….thwump

"Dang it! How the heck does Stormfly do this?" Pache said as she attempted to hit bullseye with her throwing knives.

"I didn't understand a word you just said, but if you want I could get a nadder to help you out better." Valka said, picking out the blades that were scattered around the wooden wall.

"Yes, please." She replied and dropped to the floor, frustrated.

"Hahaha. On second thought, we've been at it for a few hours. Why don't we stop?"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeees." Pache moaned. "My arms are killing me."

"Well maybe if you stretched like I told you to you wouldn't be hurting so bad."

"Uuuggghhh."

"So, what do you say I cook us up some…"

"Uuuuhhhh. But your cooking stiiiiiinks."

"Pache, don't be rude." Striker scolded.

"She can't understand what I'm saying."

"Doesn't matter. It counts."

"Uuuuhhhh."

"Stop that groaning. It's annoying."

"UUUUHHHH."

"Okay, let's just go straight to bed then." Valka said.

"Uuuuhhhh. But I don't wanna go to bed."

"PACHE!"

"Striker? What's she saying."

"You're so needy sometimes you know."

"So are you. Don't forget that one time you woke me up three hours before the sun rose just to go flying in the rain."

"You love the rain. And nighttime. You're practically nocturnal."

"Still."

"Still what?"

"Just still."

"Okay, both of you stop it."

"Uuuuhhhh."

"Enough!" The bewilderbeast spoke. "The hatchlings are annoying enough without the two of you bickering around."

"We can't help it. It's in our nature." Pache said, raising her head to look at the giant dragon. "I get my sarcasm from dad, and Striker was raised by him. What do you expect us to do, not fight? It's fun to see who wins. Not to mention…"

"I don't care, just please stop."

"Fine." She said, and fell asleep. Valka shook her head and picked up the young girl. Walking inside Pache's cave, she set her down in her bed, and kissed her forehead.

"Gooday young one." She said, and began to sing. It was a hesitant song at first, but then it grew strong. Pache's eyes fluttered with good dreams.

"I'll swim and sail on savage seas."

She stood up... "With ne're a fear of drowning."

and danced… "And gladly ride the waves of life,"

as if there was actually a partner… "If you will marry me." ...holding her in their arms.

"No scorching sun, nor freezing cold will stop me on my journey." Stoick the vast imagined his wife singing with him. "If you will…"

"Chief!" Hoark barged in, a panicked expression on his face.

"What is it?" He stood from his chair and forced down a blush.

"There's a fight."

"Where?"

"In the arena."

Stoick ran out of his house and down the large paths. It was odd, like running through a different dimension.

As he looked around he saw dragons. But they didn't attack. They looked at him like big puppy dogs. Housepets.

He looked over and saw a small girl playing with a terror. He remembered Hiccup doing that once. Of course, a scolding took place not long after.

On his right was a woman who was ready to have a baby in a couple months. An image of Valka almost ready with Hiccup popped into his head. They were so happy. They had tried for an heir many times, only resulting in miscarriages. Hiccup was their everything back in those days. The final piece in their family puzzle.

When they both went missing it nearly broke his heart completely when he thought he'd never see either of them again. But then his son came back. With him came a grandchild, and a daughter in law.

In front of him was the arena where his pride went through the roof. Then, he'd want nothing more than to have Hiccup kill dragons. To have his son prove to the village that one day he'd make a great chief.

Looking down in the open space was two people. Snotlout, and Hiccup.

And by the looks of it, things were tense. But Stoick didn't like like Snotlout had an axe, and Hiccup didn't.

He didn't like how the "weapon" in Hiccup's hand was what looked like a small contraption, no bigger than a sword's handle.

And what he didn't like the most was the terrible look in his eyes while Snotlout's face was full of terror.