Chapter 5:

I hope I'm not keeping all of you guys waiting for too long, so here's the next chapter.

After learning about what his parents and siblings had gone through with saving Hic, Mortem never left the house. He curled protectively around the entire building, making sure that no one ever got in except those who lived there. His children were being watched by Feral, who had her paws full of the three young dragon heirs. But Mortem guarding the house was able to get Astrid to no longer worry about losing Hic. At least for a little while.

Roan and Regina were disappointed that their dad was spending time with his baby brother instead of them, but Feral knew that all babies are complicated. Even dragon babies.

Rex, on the other hand, was rather quiet, and did not complain much, if at all.

Draco and Camicazi were in the Great Hall with the other Vikings. Draco was reading the Book of Dragons again, while Camicazi was sitting at an empty table, bored. She hadn't been allowed to bring her axe with her, for fear she could hurt someone, and there wasn't much else for her to do. She would normally hand out with Eclipse, but she was busy with her siblings, keeping an eye on Echo. There were at least two options for Camicazi, either to listen to her brother's lectures on dragons, or watch her parents talk love. And those were two things that she did NOT like doing. Which was why she was sitting almost completely still, staring off into space, daydreaming.

Astrid did admit she was still a little worried about Hic after what had happened, but she didn't let that stop her from enjoying herself. Especially when she had Hiccup with her. He always knew how to cheer her up, and forget about the problem. At least for a little while.

As for Hiccup, despite the fact that he was also worried about his son, he knew that with the dragons back, Hic would be fine. What was the point of stressing over something that he couldn't control, anyway? He loved his son, yes, but that didn't mean he had to always protect him. If there was anything he didn't want, it was to be like his dad. Stoick had been, and probably still was, overprotective of Hiccup. And Hiccup didn't want his children to have the same kind of trouble he did. He'd been discussing it with Astrid, and she understood most of it.

"You don't have to worry so much about becoming your father." Hiccup sighed. "Yeah, and you don't have to worry so much about our son." "We almost lost him!" Astrid nearly shouted. Hiccup sighed again, placing his hands on her shoulders. "But we didn't." Astrid hung her head. Hiccup gently cupped her cheek. "Astrid, look at me." Astrid sighed before looking up, and meeting his eyes. "It doesn't matter what happened," Hiccup said gently, "All that matters is that Hic is safe." Astrid didn't say anything. Hiccup held back another sigh, and pulled Astrid to him, hugging her. "It's okay," he said gently, "He's safe now. You don't have to worry." Astrid responded by snuggling into his embrace. "You're right, I...I don't know what's come over me, I mean..." Hiccup shushed her. "It's okay. You're still the tough Viking I love." Astrid smiled before punching him in the shoulder. "OW!" Hiccup let go of her, and clutched his shoulder. "What was that for?" he asked. "That's for the sappy romance," Astrid said with a smug grin. Hiccup chuckled. "I thought you liked it," he teased. "I do," Astrid said. She then pulled him to her, kissing him passionately.

"EWW!"

They both pulled away to see Camicazi sitting nearby, her face twisted in disgust. "Why'd you have to do that?" she asked, still disgusted. Hiccup laughed, "Sorry, Cami." He turned to Astrid. "I'll admit, I am a bit of a..." "Hopeless romantic?" Astrid finished. Hiccup sighed. "Why does everyone say that?!" "I don't mind," Astrid said, "It's just what makes you who you are. Among other things." Hiccup smiled at her. "That, Astrid, is one of the reasons why I love you."

The was a loud bang, and the doors to the Great Hall flew open, revealing Roan and Regina. The twin dragonets walked over to Hiccup and started sniffing him. "They probably smell Mortem on you," Astrid muttered. "Either that, or they want to see if I'm something they can eat," Hiccup said sarcastically. Astrid glared at him. "They're babies," Hiccup said, "They don't know about what to eat or not."

But Astrid was right, Hiccup did have Mortem's scent on him. Roan and Regina noticed this, and continued sniffing. The sense of smell of a Red Death was one of its strongest senses, and the dragonets had picked up the scent of their father from outside, following it inside the Great Hall. Their father had told them on the Return Migration that he had been raised by humans, and they assumed that this was one of the humans that had raised him. But they didn't know enough to identify which one he was. All they knew was that he was one of their "grandparents."

Hiccup cautiously held out a hand, and Roan stared at it. He was still for a moment before moving his head forward, his nose making contact with Hiccup's hand. "Guess who just became a grandpa," Astrid said. "Guess who can't believe it," Hiccup said sarcastically.

Meanwhile, Starflight and the others were all outside with their parents and baby sister.

"Why didn't it work?" Starflight asked Junior, "The last time you stepped on my tail, I shot a plasma blast! Why didn't I do it again?!" Junior shrugged. "Our parents say that late bloomers don't learn how to breathe fire until they're much older." "Did they say anything about why I did it before?" Starflight asked. "I think that since you were startled, it somehow made you shoot a blast because you felt distressed," Junior said, "And you didn't before because..." "Because I was too angry about what that guy, Dagur, had done," Starflight realized. He felt something nip at his tail, and he turned to see what it was.

It was Echo.

The little dragonet was a midnight black, except for the scales around her eyes, which were white. She was extremely playful, and had the tendency to pounce on anything that moved.

"She's been doing that since she got back with Mom and Dad," said Negro. "I remember when I did that," Fury said. This received a glare from her twin brother. "You almost bit my tail off," Negro said. Fury shrugged. "I didn't know what I was doing," she said. Nightwing and Midnight watched from a distance. The two brothers looked very much alike, except that Midnight's tail had a small white tip. Nightwing had huge wings, which were white at the tips like Eclipse, and his eyes were surprisingly pale. Negro was black all over, but what set him apart from Junior was his eyes. Junior's eyes were the same shade of green as his father's, but Negro's eyes were a much darker green. Fury was mostly black, except for the thin white streaks on her back and head.

"Well, you have to admit that Echo is pretty cute," Eclipse said. Jet nodded in agreement.

Toothless and Starlight watched their children from nearby. Neither of them would have thought that they'd have so many beautiful dragonets. Despite the fact that none of them were fully grown yet, most were already mastering their flying and fire skills. It was true, Starflight was a late bloomer, but they both knew that he would learn how to breathe fire later. The same with Echo, who was too young to do so just yet.

There was a low growl, and the two Night Furies turned to see Mortem approaching the Great Hall. "I thought you were protecting Hic," Toothless said. "I was," Mortem replied, "But now I'm looking for Roan and Regina." "They went inside," Starflight said, gesturing with her head.

Mortem peeked in through the doors to see his children sniffing his dad. He smiled. He knew that his parents would help him and Feral with their children.

And he would find a way to help them with theirs.

Sorry for the long wait, I'm kind of running out of ideas. The next chapter will most likely take place two years later, somewhere in the beginning of the second movie, which by the way, was the MOST AWESOME MOVIE I'VE SEEN ALL SUMMER! Please leave a review, follow, or favorite.