A/n: It feels like forever since I did one of TNT's ideas. I'm doing this one then movielover48's. So, for now: enjoy what I've been affectionately calling 'Torch is Back in Town!'

Small ripples travelled calmly over the sea. Hiccup smiled as he watched the waves rolling, lazily turning his head to see Toothless's reaction - the same as his, as always - to the moment of relaxation.

Hiccup frowned when Toothless's ears pricked. Did he hear something? he wondered, suddenly on high alert as his eyes darted back to the ocean. He calmed slightly as he felt Toothless relax beside him, but his curiosity was piqued. What had made the night fury so tense?

'What is it bud?' Hiccup asked, still squinting out at the ocean.

'Saw a typhoomerang.' the dragon explained. 'Don't think it'll come over here though. It started flying in the opposite direction.'

Hiccup shrugged. He knew that typhoomerangs had interesting flight patterns that could sometimes circle, but he trusted that Toothless had kept that in mind too. 'Well, as long as it doesn't come any closer... we can investigate it later.' he decided. 'For now, let's get back to work.'

Torch started flying a little slower once he realised which island was Berk. It stuck out like a sore thumb in the middle of the archipelago, something he remembered from his previous visits. Looking to the children on his back, he smiled. Berk would make a great place for them to grow up - and they could meet the famous dragon whisperer.

He set a more direct course and sped up again, diving down to the sea level and creating large waves with his wings that splashed his children slightly. They laughed at his actions, and he chuckled along with them.

Time flies when you're having fun... he thought, looking up to see that the cliff face he'd been heading for was suddenly only a few metres away. He hovered for a while, watching the dragon residents flying in and out of the cave entrance. Berk sure had changed while he'd been away.

'Come on,' he said, encouraging his children to hop off his back. 'You can fly the rest of the way.'

The four typhoomerangs flew in a downwards spiral into the middle of the village, landing neatly - or not so neatly, in the case of the three young dragons - in front of Hiccup.

'You.' Toothless growled. Torch laughed awkwardly; apparently, the dragon still hadn't quite forgiven him for the 'eating all his fish' incident.

'You?' Hiccup repeated, much less venom in his voice as he looked at the two dragons curiously. He wracked his brains to think of a typhoomerang that Toothless would have a - oh.

'Torch!' Hiccup greeted pleasantly. 'And your children!' he noted happily, watching the young dragons edge out away from their parent with nervous curiosity. 'What brings you here?'

'We're gonna live here!' Torch announced happily. Hiccup grinned widely at the announcement and started babbling about arrangements for the family, while Toothless sulked. It may have been childish, but those fish had been his.

While the adults were busy trying to sort out a place for them to live or pouting by their friend's side, the children wandered off in search of someone to play with.

'You eat eels?' Sleekscales asked, staring at the three typhoomerangs.

'You don't eat eels?' One asked, frowning. 'I thought everyone did.' he admitted, taking a bite from the offending sea creature to prove the point.

'Of course not! Stormfly says we should never eat them! And Hiccup agrees!' Laze revealed, nodding seriously. He respected Hiccup's decision not to let them eat eel, especially since they smelled so bad - give him a rock over an eel any day!

'Well, we eat eels, and nothing happens to us!' another argued, slightly confused. Torch had never said anything about not eating eels - it was practically all he ate!

'Yeah! Hey, maybe you should try one.' the first suggested.

'I don't know...' Sleekscales said hesitantly.

'Oh! I will! I will!' Fireworm volunteered, taking a huge bite out of one.

'Well...' Laze said when the monstrous nightmare didn't move, 'How is it?'

'I don't feel well...' Fireworm groaned, opening his mouth to spit the eel out but letting out a massive flame instead.

'Woah!' Laze shouted, narrowly avoiding the flame, 'We have to get Hiccup!'

Several hours and a few burns later, Fireworm was cured. The young dragons had all been sent to bed to sleep off the excitement of the day, while the older dragons and Vikings all started to repair the dragons.

"You okay?" Astrid asked Hiccup, noticing his ragged appearance.

"Hey, I didn't get slammed into a tree this time!" he joked, "Well, not so hard I was knocked out... I'm fine!" he said quickly, noticing Astrid's worried expression.

"What happened?" she asked, "Why would one of the kids try an eel? I thought we -"

"We taught them otherwise, but some typhoomerangs were eating them, so they got curious. No harm done though -" Hiccup winced as another house collapsed in on itself, "- okay, some harm done, but only property damage. It's an occupational hazard!"

'Shouldn't have typhoomerangs.' Toothless muttered irritably. 'See? They're trouble.'

'As are you, Mr Moody-pants.' Hiccup reminded him. 'Just because he ate your fish doesn't make him evil. And they're living here, whether you like it or not.'