Chapter 3:

New baby dragons are gonna hatch!

It took a while, but Mortem and Feral led all the other dragons to New Birth Island. Maybe it was a coincidence, but Mortem noticed that Feral was having trouble climbing onto dry land. Feral even felt a bit heavier than normal...

The two giant dragons both took their spots by the giant pool in the middle of the island. The other dragons all rested on the rocky cliffs. Among them were Toothless and Starlight. The minute that Feral had gotten comfortable, she felt something strange happen in her abdomen. It was as though something was there that shouldn't be. Following her instincts, Feral tried to push the object out. Mortem noticed her, and in no time, he was right beside her, his wing draped over her in an assuring manner. Feral kept pushing the object out, and soon realized what it was. Within a few minutes, a large white egg was resting on the rocks. Both dragons were very happy.

But Feral wasn't done quite yet. There were still more eggs.

Soon there were two grayish-white eggs lying right next to the white one.

All the dragons that were watching were frozen in shock. They'd never seen anything like that before. Some other dragons noticed this, and soon the word had spread across the whole island. Dragons everywhere were pushing and shoving, trying to get a good look at the eggs Feral had laid. Mortem started to worry. It had taken him months to hatch from his egg, would it be the same for his offspring? He remembered Starlight telling him that dragon eggs hatched faster with heat and comfort from their mother's protection. It was possible that without his mother, it had taken Mortem longer to hatch than necessary.

Either that, or he was a late bloomer.

But all that mattered now was that his and Feral's children would survive long enough to make it home.

It had been three days, and many of the dragons' eggs had hatched. Except for Mortem's and Feral's.

Toothless and Starlight had a new daughter, whom they had named Echo, and she was a very shy dragon. Especially when it came to the big dragons.

Mortem and Feral kept their eggs close, trying to help them in any way he could. He kept them warm when they seemed to get too cold, and when they seemed to get too hot, she cooled them down.

On the end of the third day, it happened.

Mortem was dozing off when he felt something nudge him. He opened his eyes and looked at their eggs. All three of them were jerking around, and growing slightly warmer. Moving quickly, Mortem pushed the eggs into the tide pool with his tail. Then he sat and waited.

He didn't have to wait too long, because there was a muffled explosion, and the shadow of a dragon the size of a Night Fury swimming up towards the surface. Mortem drew back as a dragonet climbed out of the tide pool and walked clumsily over to its parent. "Hello, little guy," he said softly, nudging the baby. "I'm your daddy."

The baby nuzzled his dad before settling down next to him. There was another explosion, and two more babies swam up out of the pool. The new dragonets joined their dad, settling down next to their brother.

Mortem turned to Feral to show her their children. One of them was white and had tusks like a Bewilderbeast, but their wings and teeth were larger like a Red Death's. The lone female was gray like Mortem, with Bewilderbeast frills on the back of her neck and patches of white along her back and tail, which ended in a club. The third dragonet looked a lot like his sister, but with little red spikey bumps all over.

His paternal instincts kicking in, Mortem flew off to get some food for all of them.

When he got back, his mouth full of fish, the babies were wrestling with each other. He had identified their genders as two male and one female. As he gave them their dinner, he tried to think of good names for them. Feral walked up to him. "Do you want to meet Rex?" she asked. Knowing that she was referring to the white dragonet, Mortem nodded. Feral then gestured for Rex to come out, and the little white dragonet slowly approached his two gray siblings. The little ones noticed their brother and settled down. Rex came closer, and soon, all three dragonets were playing together.

"It's clear that the little female will be a Queen one day," Feral said, "You should name her Regina."

Mortem thought for a moment, and then nodded. "I think we should call our other son Roan," he said.

The other dragons were all listening, and when they heard Feral mention the name Regina, they remembered their previous queen. None of them had the strength or heart to tell Mortem that Regina had been the name of his real mother.

After a few hours of resting, Mortem noticed that his and Feral's children had doubled in size. He also noticed the other dragons taking off, their babies on their backs.

It was time for the return migration.

Mortem picked up his children and placed them on his back before taking to the skies. Feral soon followed him via swimming in the ocean, carrying Rex on her back.

As Mortem and Feral led the rest of the dragons back to Berk, they didn't notice Benignus watching them from underneath the ocean surface.

If I had to come up with a name for the Bewilderbeast-Red Death hybrids, it would probably be White Death.

I'm sorry that it's been so long, but I was out of town for a few days. I hope this chapter isn't too bad. Review, follow, or favorite.