Well, I have only one thing to say right now. I HATE HOMEWORK! Seriously, my schedule gives me only about an hour of free time a day. The only reason I was able to update now, is because I have a four day weekend. THANK YOU!

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the chapter, and Spike says thank you for all the yummy reviews and Snotlout sacrifices.

Stoick looked over his shoulder from his place beside the Gronckle as a scream echoed through the village. Two figures silhouetted against the darkness, a huge monstrous nightmare snapping at the distinct shape of Hiccup, who was fleeing from the great breast. Stoick sighed before heaving himself to his feet. "Do not let them escape!" he ordered, "Right!" a Viking called back.

"Great, now Hiccup the Useless comes out," Hiccup sighed, as she looked upon a scene she remembered very well. Near her, the Vikings who heard her comment shifted uncomfortably. While it was true that Hiccup messed up a lot of things, they were beginning to realize that it wasn't due to her being terrible at stuff. No, the true problem was that Hiccup had the downright worst luck of any Viking on Berk.

The scene switched to Hiccup narrowly dodging blasts from the Monstrous Nightmare. Taking refuge behind a huge pillar she cried out in shock as a huge fire blast assaulted the post, curving around the wood and narrowly missing Hiccup. The flames slowed down and she slowly turned her head, hoping to catch a glimpse.

"Of course I look in the opposite direction that the dragon is!" Hiccup fumes, while a group of Vikings all start to make bets on just how terrible Hiccup's luck truly is.

"Wow, lass. You've got seriously messed up hamingja," Gobber mutters, as Vikings around him nod in agreement. (AN: 'Hamingja;' the Old Norse word for the luck of an individual)

"I wonder what she could have possibly done to tick Gefion off so badly," Stoick questioned, thinking hard about which of Hiccup's mistakes could have offended the goddess of luck.

The Nightmares head peaked around the other side, seconds from taking a bite out of Hiccup when Stoick appeared and stop it from devouring her.

'I am sorry Fia, I was deranged; under the queen's spell I knew no difference between friend and foe,' the Nightmare apologised formally, bowing its great head to her in a subtle manner that went unnoticed by the Vikings.

'It's fine, Julius. You were forced to do something against your will by a cruel beast. I will not hold your actions against you, just as I hope you won't hold his against him.' She peered at him through lowered eyes and he tipped his head in acknowledgement.

'You are a child of his village, and it is his duty to protect his people; I would only hold it against him if he had not intervened. Children are precious, and they are more valuable than anything else I can think of. Except maybe love.' The Monstrous Nightmare had unknowingly restored Hiccup's hope in her relationship with Stoick. Surely if he cared that much he wouldn't hurt her when he found out about Aedus.

Stoick rolled to his feet, facing off against the nightmare who roared its anger, attempting to blast him with fire only to let out a tiny stream that stopped a few meters short of hitting him. A scared look entered its eyes and it drew back slightly, "You're all out," Stoick muttered, advancing forward and punching it across the face with a hoarse shout. Moving closer as the dragon backed up under a flurry of kicks and punches before ultimately fleeing into the air.

Astrid studied Hiccup's face closely as she winced at each hit. There were two things annoying the blonde right now. One the fact that Hiccup actually seemed remorseful about hitting a Night Fury as well as any other dragon getting hurt. And two, she was wearing a shirt that was both too big for her, and styled like a boys; which meant Hiccup had a boyfriend. And Odin help her, she was going to find out who.

"Oh and there's one more thing you need to know." Her voice trailed off as Stoick turned to face her, the wooden pillar, now charred fell slowly from its hold. It hit the ground with a crash as the fire filled bowl split off and rolled slowly through the village with screams following its process, Hiccup wincing at each pained shout.

'Ha! Fia, your facial expressions are hilarious!' Lifa exclaimed, a few sparks spitting out as she spoke.

'Yeah! And all that destruction! Beautiful!' Lielo added in, the Zippleback heads staring at the screen with flames in their eyes. Sweatdropping, the dragons around them all took a step away from the duo.

"Sorry, Dad," she apologised lowly, hunching her shoulder in on herself.

'WHAT?!' The dragon side of the room exploded into roars, causing many Vikings to jump and reach for the weapons that weren't on them.

'You mean to say that that large dragonslayer is your father?!' Lydie asked Hiccup in shock, being one of the few dragons who were able to still speak.

'There's almost no resemblance at all!'

'You were made from that?!'

'Huh. Well that explains the reddish tint to your hair.' Gulgin calmly added, looking at Hiccup's hair with the practiced eye of an artist. Other dragons looked closer after hearing this, and seeing the red strands within the brown, nodded.

'I don't see why it's such a big deal. He made me. It's not like he's ever actually taught me anything, or acted like an actual father was supposed to.'

Hiccup glumly looked off to the side, remembering one time when her father had tried to teach her to fish, before giving up after she had gone looking for trolls. But could you blame her? Gobber had said they were real, and she had been an impressionable six year old.

'So that's your father, then?' Aedus asked Hiccup, looking Stoick up and down fearfully. Before, the large Viking hadn't really scared him at all, but now that he knew that the man was Hiccup's father; he was terrified of him! There was just some sort of primal, instinctive fear that told Aedus that he needed to be scared of his mate's father.

'Well, mi luna y estrellas; I can tell you this much. Your father is very large, but he saved you from Hifon, so he doesn't hate you. I can't really judge him very well right now, but I think that despite what you think, he has to care for you a little.' Hiccup smiled over at Aedus, gratitude clear in her eyes, and blew a kiss over to him.

'Thanks Aedus, that really means a lot. But what about when he finds out about you? As much as I want to believe he'll accept me- accept us- he hates dragons for killing Mom. I just don't think its in his heart.'

'Look Hiccup, I know you don't have much faith in your father, but trust me. All parents love their children without fault. He may not accept you, but he will always love you,' Fortuna promised her, the elderly Nadder looking straight at Kai.

'Thanks, Mom. Love you too,' Kai told her, shooting a grin in her direction, as Fortuna rolled her eyes.

'Wait, Fortuna's your mother?' Hiccup asked Kai, gaping. The Nadder grinned at her and nodded, his tail waving happily in the air.

'Yep. And don't think you can avoid the real subject here. Your father is, as you put it, "Stoick the Vast, Chief of Berk." So why haven't you told us that you were Berk's future Chief? 'Cause that seems like something important to tell your friends.'

'It just never came up in a conversation. And besides, I doubt that Berk wants me as their Chief anyway. You've seen how they act around me. I'm just a Hiccup that gets in their way.' Sniffling, Hiccup turned back to the screen, in a way "logging off" of the hive, and effectively ignoring Aedus and the other dragons trying to talk to her.

Astrid stared over at Hiccup in confusion. Why was she crying? The young heiress of the tribe was turning out to be more confusing than she thought.

The fire bowl rolled straight through the area where the Gronckles were being held down, prompting the Vikings to let go and flee and for the dragons to escape. The dragons were shown flying away with livestock as Hiccup watched morosely.

"Okay before anything else happens, I would like to know how this is all my fault?! I mean seriously; a dragon chased me, burnt through a pole, and suddenly everyone's annoyed at me! I mean the twin's burn down the barns about once every month, Snotlout is constantly putting holes in the side of buildings with his mace, and just last Tuesday Astrid split so many support beams throwing her axe at people who annoyed her that one of the forge's rooves collapsed! And then a dragon goes and burns down a post, and of course it must be my fault, because who the fuck else are you going to blame other than the useless Hiccup! As if none of you have ever not damaged anything during a dragon raid!" Hiccup huffed angrily, curling up into a ball on her couch and screaming into the pillow so that all that could be heard was a faint whisper.

"Lass, we're not saying it's your fault, we're just saying-"

"Oh yeah! You're not saying it's my fault! Watch the movie and tell me if you're showing me how its 'not my fault!'" The young Viking shouted, jabbing a finger at the screen with tears running down her face.

"Hiccup-"

"No! Watch. The. Fucking. Movie." Hiccup growled out, and reluctantly, the Vikings turned to look, already realizing what was coming.

Hiccup glanced around at all the glaring faces, "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury."

Cue wince from said girl.

She said quickly, Stoick's hand reaching out to lift her up by the back of her vest and swing her around. "It's not like the last few time, Dad! I really, actually hit it!" her voice was a mix of hurt and pleading, a rare tone that was heard from the usually sarcastic girl. Stoick ignored her and continued pulling her along.

'The last few times?' Aedus wondered, several other dragons echoing the statement. Hiccup however, was still ignoring the hive, using her humanity to detach her voice from it.

"You guys were busy. I had a very clear shot. It went down off Raven Point. Let's get a search party…" her rambling was interrupted by Stoick. "Stop!" Stoick finally bellowed. "Just stop."

"Isn't just hilarious how I manage to shoot down one of Berk's greatest enemies, and yet no one even thinks to go looking for it," Hiccup stated sarcastically, still glaring at the screen, but not crying as hard anymore. As the Vikings winced, Hiccup stopped crying long enough to smile in secret vindictiveness. If they had believed her, then they would have gone looking, found Toothless and she would never have been where she was today. Madly in love with her Night Fury boyfriend, with a group of sarcastic dragons that just happened to shift into humans who lived in the dragon training centre, and a village full of Vikings who believed her to be some dragon killing machine. On second thought, that last one wasn't so good.

"Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed!" Stoick ranted while Hiccup cast her eyes about nervously.

"Tch. And there it is. Its my fault. Because every time I step outside, disaster follows." Hiccup muttered scornfully, as the Vikings around her cringed at her tone.

"Now lass, just because we didn't see the real you before, doesn't mean we don't now! Now we know the truth; you're the best dragonkiller we've seen since- well, Stoick!" Gobber told her, trying to cheer her up.

"And yet, even with all that, none of you still see the real me." As Hiccup saw Gobber open his mouth again, she silenced him with a wave of her hand. "I have some questions for all of you, and Gobber, you aren't allowed to answer them."

The blacksmith nodded hesitantly and glanced around, hoping that the other Vikings would be able to answer Hiccup's questions.

"First question; what is my favorite food? Discuss it amongst yourselves, and then one of you answer." Hiccup sat back watching as several Vikings all huddled up, before Stoick stepped forward confidently.

"Sheep, obviously. That's what I used to cook for you when you were a wee lass," Stoick chuckled, remembering the dinners, before one word struck him done.

"Wrong."

"What?" Stoick gasped, obviously shocked, as Hiccup rolled her eyes and Gobber sighed.

"My favorite food is Cloudberries. Or when I can't get those, I like bjørnebær (blackberries). Sheep is your favorite, Dad. I, however, am a vegitarian."

"What? But-"

"Next question; what weapon am I fully mastered in wielding?" Okay, now this one none of the Vikings knew. Some of them looked over to see if Gobber could give them hints, but the blacksmith just mimed locking his lips.

"Um... an axe?" Stoick tried, looking nervous as he glanced at his daughter.

"Gobber?" Hiccup questioned, never looking away from her Dad.

"Bow and arrow," Gobber sighed out, looking sympathetically at Stoick.

"When?"

"When ye were nine." Hiccup nodded once, closing her eyes, and breaking the stare-off between her and Stoick.

"The real me, is someone that very few have seen, and even fewer still actually know. This only proves that you don't know her." Hiccup turned back to the screen, and the Vikings surrounding her were too shocked to even speak back.

"Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding don't you think?" Hiccup asked sarcastically, instantly reverting to her primary defence. The Vikings looked both shocked an indignant, several placing protective hand across their considerable bulk.

"Oi lass, what is it with you and insulting our weight?" Gobber frowned moodily, his own prosthetic hand pressed against his large stomach.

"Hey, you pick on me for my height, my weight, my lack of muscle, my sarcasm, my fighting skills, my drawing abilities, my hair, my eyes, my skin colour, my heritage, my love of learning, my forging skills, and basically anything about me you can see fault in. I take my shots where I can find them." Hiccup shrugged, noticing several guilty looks being thrown about and instantly dismissing them as having anything to do with her. They had made her life hell since the moment she had been born, so there was no way in hell they were allowed to feel sorry for her now.

"This isn't a joke Hiccup! Why can't you follow the simplest orders?" Stoick asked exasperated. "I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just kill it. It's who I am dad," she said simply.

No. That's not not who I am, Hiccup thought firmly.

"Oh, you're many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them. Get back to the house," he ordered disappointedly. "Make sure she gets there." Stoick told Gobber who walked up and whacked Hiccup in the back of the head to get the young teen moving. "I have her mess to clean up."

"And of course it's my mess. It's not like there was a whole horde of dragons demolishing the village, setting fire to the houses and taking our livestock. It's all my fault, I understand that and from now on accept all ownership for the things the dragons do," Hiccup ranted as sarcastically as possible, getting a fair few guilty looks that she shrugged off.

Hiccup plodded wearily past the group of teenagers. "Quite the performance," Tuffnut snickered, Ruffnut laughing beside him. "I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped." Snotlout jeered mockingly. "Thank you, thank you. I was trying." Hiccup muttered annoyed at their idiocy. Gobber walked past, grabbing the dark haired boy by his helmet and pushing him to the ground.

Hiccup flashed a quick smile to the blacksmith. Gobber always had defended her, even if it was in his own subtle way.

Snotlout quickly rose to his feet and tried to laugh it off, peering indiscreetly back at Astrid.

Stoick squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, glancing at his daughter in quick short stares. He had never known that the other teens could be that mean. Sure Hiccup would have been teased a little but he never knew just how cruel the taunts could be. And if what his daughter said was true then the whole village was in on it. He took another look at his daughter, curled up on the couch she looked even smaller than normal, delicate and fragile, something that needed to be protected. And at that point he promised that he would do his best to look after his little girl, she deserved that much from him at least.

"I really did hit one." Hiccup protested, walking up to the stairs to the chief's house on top of the hill, the highest point in the village apart from the great hall. "Sure Hiccup," Gobber agreed. "He never listens," she complained, Gobber prodding her to keep her moving. "It runs in the family," Gobber returned dryly.

"And when he does it's always with this disappointed scowl, like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich. 'Excuse me barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra-large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fishbone." Hiccup imitated Stoick, ending with a broken expression.

The village was for once quiet, torn between laughing at the young girl's excellent imitation of Stoick and crying at what she thought her own father saw her as. Stoick had gone deathly still, his face a pale white as he stared at the screen in horror. He had made his own daughter think she didn't mean anything to him, that she was useless and unworthy of her title as the future chieftain of Berk.

"Oh lass," he sighed, standing and making his way to the couch his daughter was curled up on, picking her up and pulling her into a large bear hug, his huge frame dwarfing her own petite body. "I'm so sorry Hiccup, so sorry for anything I've ever said or done to make you think that I don't love you more than anything on this earth. It's just, you remind me so much of your mother. She was just as determined as you, always running out during raids without thinking. And I see you, and then all I can see is her being carried away by those beasts. I just couldn't bear seeing her all the time, and after awhile, I forgot that I'm not the only one whose feelings were hurt." Stoick whispered, his eyes suspiciously watery as his daughter wrapped her small arms around his neck and hugged him back as fiercely as she could.

"Its okay Dad, I just want to make you proud," Hiccup murmured back, tears clouding her eyes making them twice as bright as normal.

"And you do Hiccup, you do." Stoick hugged her one last time before moving back to sit on his own couch.

But will you still be proud when you find out about Aedus? Hiccup couldn't help but think.

"Now you're thinking about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like, it's what inside that he can't stand." Gobber said frankly.

The audience just stared at the blacksmith in shock. That just made it worse!

Hiccup stared at him in stunned disbelief, did he seriously think that would make her feel better? "Thank you, for summing that up." She said sarcastically, moving to open the door to her home.

"You are the worst advice giver I have ever met," Hiccup stated blandly, shaking her head in annoyance. Gobber at least had the grace to look sheepish.

'I think that they're the ones who need to be more like you are, mi luna y estrellas.' Aedus told her purring, and Hiccup realized that she had accidentally logged back into the hive.

'Thank you, mi sol y cielo. I know that you'll always be there for me. The real me,' Hiccup happily smiled at him, and he smiled a gummy smile back at her that had once given him his nickname.

"Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not." Gobber pressed, voice lower and more sympathetic. "I just want to be one of you guys." Hiccup muttered sadly, the door slamming shut behind her as Gobber sighed.

Most of the villagers instantly felt ashamed, how could they have been so horrible that they had made their future chieftess think she was only a burden; someone who wasn't even one of them. Stoick especially felt guilty; he had let his little girl down, had failed her as both a father and as a leader. He was meant to keep the tribe together, make sure that everyone had a part to play. Instead he had let his only child believe they were only a nuisance.

Just as Gobber was seen leaving down the hill the back door burst open, Hiccup stumbling out and racing off towards the woods.

"No! Hiccup, you better not be looking for that dragon!" Gobber groaned out, slapping a hand over his face.

A golden dragon statue is shown, impaled on a huge silver sword. The symbol for the tribe of the Hairy Hooligans.

The dragons in the room flinched, several letting loose low groans of pain as if remembering the various times they had been stabbed by a sword such as that one. The Vikings stared in surprise at the human like emotions the dragons were showing, they had been raised to believe that they were little more than beasts with no emotion.

"Either we finish them or they'll finish us! It's the only way we'll be rid of them. If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave. They'll find another home!"

'Or, Queen Maldua will go on a rampage and attack every island from here to Queen Bjoria's nest.' Verity saracastically told the Vikings, who only heard a Nightmare growling at them, and backed away.

Stoick stabbed a nearby dagger into the map. "One more search before the ice sets in." He declared, the Vikings shifting nervously in the crowd. "Those ships never come back." A man at the front of the crowd called.

"We're Vikings. It's an occupational hazard. Now who's with me?!" He stared about the hall to see everyone looking away. "Todays no good for me." "I have to do my axe returns." The excuses came fast and heavy, each more ridiculous than the last. "All right. Those who stay will look after Hiccup." "To the ships!" "I'm with you!" Nearly every Vikings hand was in the air. "That's more like it." Stoick nodded satisfied.

Hiccup looked away from the screen, blinking back tears as she wrapped her arms around her stomach in an attempt to hold in the hurt. The other villagers exchanged horrified looks, they hadn't really thought much of it at the time. But to know that you're entire village would rather face a fiery death than take care of you would have to hurt. A stray tear escaped from her eye and Hiccup hastened to wipe it away, capturing Aedus' concerned gaze and giving him a watery smile.

'I'm sorry, love. They do not deserve an angel like you.' He comforted her, sending her several waves of love through the hive that left her feeling warm and fuzzy. Her other dragon friends from the ring hurriedly agreed, sending her their own feelings of love and care, showing her the depths of their friendship.

'Th-thank you. Thank you so much!'

Hiccup broke down, tears streaming down her face, but sending a brilliant smile at the dragons near her. 'You're all my best friends!'

'We care for you Fiametta. Never forget that. Bonds of flame are stronger than bonds of blood.' Gulgin sagely said, causing Strikisa, a very pretty Nightmare sitting near him to smile at him, and slyly wink at the blushing male.

'Hive me,' Strikisa purred, and left Gulgin blushing with all his friends teasing him.

Gobber sat drinking heavily from his mug, wiping his mouth off on his arm. "Right, I'll pack my undies." He said, starting to rise to his feet. "No, I need you to stay and train some new recruits." Stoick said, walking over to him. "Perfect. And while I'm busy Hiccup can cover the stall. Molten steel, razor sharp blades, lots of time to herself. What could possibly go wrong?" Gobber rolled his eyes and took another drink from his mug.

"I am deeply offended at that accusation," Hiccup mock gasped, pressing her hand to her heart in an over exaggerated gesture.

"Sure you are lassie, but I don't think you can deny it," Gobber teased.

"Oh please you set fire to the bellows one time and its held against you for the rest of your life." Hiccup muttered angrily, pouting and sinking back into her chair.

"What am I going to do with her Gobber?" Stoick sighed. "Put her in training." "No I'm serious," Stoick bit out, "So am I," Gobber said, raising his eyebrows. "She'd be killed before the first dragon is out of its cage," Stoick argued, Gobber waved off his concerns, "You don't know that," he said, "No, I do," Stoick pressed on, "No, you don't," Gobber stressed, sick of the argument already. "Listen, you know what she's like. From the time she could crawl, he's been… different."

Stoick sighed as Gobber took another sip from his mug. "She doesn't listen. She has the attention span of a sparrow. I take her fishing and she goes-goes hunting for trolls!" Stoick sounded so disbelieving for a chief of a village plagued by dragons.

"Hey! Trolls do exist! They creep into your room and steal your socks! But only the left ones… What's with that?" Hiccup and Gobber both exclaimed at once, missing the incredulous looks thrown their way.

"To be fair lass, you didn't find a troll," Stoick reminded her and and Hiccup just nodded sadly, dropping her head onto her hand.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Five hours of troll hunting, and all I find is a valley filled with rocks!" She pouted, annoyed her hard work had gone to waste. "And besides, how was I supposed to know trolls didn't exist?! I was six, and Gobber told me they were real!"

"They are real! I heard so from my penpal!" Gobber shouted. "He lives with them!"

"Really? You took the word of your mysterious penpal who you only have contact with through letters brought in by Trader Johann?" Stoick asked his friend, sighing.

"Oh, you just shut it! I know Kristoff wouldn't lie to me! He's got a reindeer! That means he's a reliable source!" Gobber turned back to the screen with a huff.

"Sure Gobber, sure. And what have you been telling your penpal in return? The story of the Boneknapper?" Mulch chuckled, laughing with the other Vikings as Gobber stewed.

"Trolls exist! They steal your socks! But only the left ones. What's with that?" his voice turned quizzical as he attempted to puzzle it out.

"When I was a boy…" Stoick began and Gobber rolled his eyes. "Here we go." "…my father told me to bang my head against and rock and I did it. I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him. And do you know what happened?" Stoick asked, addressing his question to Gobber. "You got a headache," Gobber guess sarcastically, examining a small cube of iron he had found in the bottom of his mug.

"Seriously what is it with you and the rock story? Every single time I question something you tell it to me. I bet that if you put together the number of fingers and toes in the entire village, you still would have told me more times than that number," Hiccup groaned in frustration, facepalming.

"That rock split in two. It taught me what a Viking could do, Gobber. He could… he could crush mountains, level forests, tame seas!" Stoick finished passionately and sat back on the bench near Gobber as he continued in a much quieter tone of voice. "Even as a boy, I knew what I was, what I had to become. Hiccup is not that child," he said sadly, staring over at his childhood friend.

"Dad I know how much you like that story, but as I have pointed out every time you tell it; you cannot crush mountains. Rocks; maybe, boulders even, but not cannot level forests… unless you're a Timberjack, or a fire. Both of which I highly doubt you are. And you cannot tame seas; you can ride them, maybe, but there's more to it than that. Mountains are the grandfathers of this land, watching over the lands for longer than we've even been here. Forests are immortal, regrowing whatever is lost, and seas are massive, powerful forces of nature, that care not for the might of men." Hiccup lamented.

The teens blinked at her impassioned speech, "That was almost poetic," Astrid commented surprised, cracking a small smile as Hiccup pulled a weirded-out face at the thought.

"You can't stop her, Stoick. You can only prepare her. I know it seems hopeless, but the truth is you won't always be around to protect her. She's going to get out there again. She's probably out there right now." Gobber lamented Stoick's brooding face shown, his thick eyebrows drawing down over clear eyes.

Hiccup suddenly burst into hysterical cackles, damn near falling off the couch as she laughed manically. The laughter slowly tailed off as she caught the weird looks being thrown her way and she quickly sobered up.

"What? The irony of that sentence cannot be understated," she shrugged, as if she hadn't just had a mental lapse out of nowhere. "I mean, I'm literally out in the woods hunting down a dragon, and Gobber just says that. Hilarious!"

"It's more worrying than it is funny, lass." Gobber mutters, the Vikings near him nodding in agreement.

Hey guys! This is sort of late, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway! Have a happy week! Don't forget to feed Spike! Actually, feed Spike extra, because he's gonna be in the next chapter or two! YAY!