Chapter Six:

~Stoic's POV~

What was that racket coming from over where Hiccup was sitting...away from his family! Shoving that thought from my mind, I watched with confusion as he casually pulled an odd looking metal device from his back pocket, and without looking at it slammed his finger on a button that must have been there since after he did that the odd noise disappeared...

Lifting the device to his ear Hiccup picked his fork up with his free hand. "You better have a good reason for calling me right now Snotlout! I was about to eat!" Spitelout whipped his head around to stare even harder at Hiccup, as if to ascertain to himself that he truly just, rather casually, said his son's name. "What did you do to make Astrid punish you?" The Hofferson's straightened up at that, eyes widening at the mention of their missing daughter. "Somehow I highly doubt that you were just juggling... okay. I agree with Astrid. If you burned down the winter food storage, then then you can rebuild the building." Spitelout promptly arched his eyebrow upwards at that, wondering what exactly was it that happened to lead to Snotlout doing that. "I do have one question for you though... WHY IN THE WORLD WERE YOU JUGGLING FIREBALLS IN THE WINTER STORAGE!?" Hiccup pinched his nose, looking highly exasperated. "You were bored? Why would you do that...couldn't you find something else to do that wasn't that!? Is today Tuesday?"

Valka immediately turned to her husband, completely confused with that last sentence. "What does Hiccup mean by that? What does whether or not its Tuesday have to do with Snotlout burning down their winter storage?"

"Thursday... uh. You usually burn things down on Tuesday. Though I guess if its Thursday I should be more concerned about... Snotlout hang up and stop avoiding Astrid. She sounds pretty mad and something tells me that you are not even on speaker phone. Talk to you later... once you finish rebuilding the winter storage." Hiccup pulled the devise away from his ear, quickly pushing another button. Unfortunately, Spitelout and the Hoffersons decided to ignore Stoic's decree that no one was to question him just yet and flew across the room towards the unsuspecting young adult.

"Was that my son?! How were you speaking to him through a thing!?" Spitelout grabbed his nephew by the shoulder, his good one not the one that was injured recently, almost shaking him.

Mrs. Hofferson wrung her hands as she stared wide eyed at him, mouth opening and closing multiple times before she finally pushed out her questions. "Astrid was on the... other end, I'm guessing here, of that thing! Is she alright? She's not hurt is she?!"

I hurriedly stood up with the intention to pull them off my son, who looked slightly annoyed about the attention he was getting. Before I could say anything though, the other parents surged forward, demanding to know if it was possible for him to be in contact still with their missing kids. The thing was, Hiccup's face appeared to be deepening into a scowl.

~Hiccup's POV~

I can't believe this is happening. I mean this is almost as bad as the time that Ruffnut convinced the rest of us to form a band and we ended up an overnight sensation. Followed by us making the mistake of going to a fast food place for lunch within one month of all that. Fighting the urge to clap hands over my ears, why did the stupid Nardog Stone have to give me so many different abilities... starting with enhanced hearing! Well, I guess enhanced hearing was better than super hearing. Though before I allow my thoughts to spiral anymore... shoving myself up into a standing position, I released my Alpha Roar, startling those nearest me. Seeing that I had their attention, I glowered at them, a low primitive growl threatening to escape from my throat. "Enough! Can't a guy eat in peace and quiet!?" Sitting back down, I grabbed my fork and started eating again. No one back home ever bothered to question me once I use my Alpha Roar, and somehow I sensed that my old tribe was even more terrified of it than they were.

I ate quickly though, just in case someone got an idiotic idea in their heads that everyone back home wouldn't dare think about once I've used my Alpha Roar. Which was to say, to push my buttons. Not even the twins, who love to push my buttons, will do such a thing once I use that. Once my plate was cleaned off, I dropped off to get wash over by the communal kitchen. Whirling around, I basically stormed out of there, making a beeline for my house...

It wasn't until I was pretty deep in the woods that I realized that I was trying to use the path between my place and the twins' favorite buffet back on the Edge instead of the pathway between my childhood home and the Great Hall. Groaning to myself, I made a sharp U-turn, heading back to that place. Why can't everywhere be the same layout, and culture for that matter, as the Edge?!

I was awaken the next morning by Briar body slamming into me. "Morning big brother!"

I merely groaned, quickly pulling my pillow over my head. Unless my inner clock was wrong, which I highly doubt, it was only six in the morning. Everyone knows that the real emergencies and issues didn't start up until about nine o'clock... oh. Wait a minute. That's back on the Edge. I actually have no idea when those kind of things happen here... "Ugh... Five more minutes." I rolled over, causing her to tumble off of me.

"Daddy! Hiccup won't get up!" Wow... I have a really loud tattletale for a sister. Good to know. I huffed at that thought, quickly shoving my blanket off as I stretched myself awake.

Briar gasped loudly, staring at something, before scrambling back onto me, prodding my stump. "Where'd your metal leg go?"

"Next to the bed." I leaned over, grabbing my prosthetic.

"How come its off?"

I bit back a chuckle, not even the kids back at the Edge ask this many questions!, my fingers flying as I refastened my leg back into place. "It hurts a lot if I sleep with it on."

"Oh..." Hmm, maybe she's done with the Q&A...? "Why do you have a fake leg anyways?" Or not.

I sucked in a deep breath as images flew through my mind's eye. Fire. Blood. Thousands of dragons. Seemingly glowing tiny eyes glaring at me in hatred... falling. Falling as I lost conscious... Shoving the second worst memory of my life to the back of my head, I turned to face her. "That doesn't matter. What matters is what's for breakfast."

A/N: Guest: Hiccup isn't thinking about that. He still sees Stoic as his father, and his labeling it as a more upset father punishing him than an angry at him chief punishing him.

Guest (2): Why thank you!

Toothless Lover 13: Give it time... he needs to get home eventually.

Catlovingmermaid: Snotlout called! Uh... why would that be one of the twins' ringtones..? Mostly confused on what just happened... but hey! Magic devise that may or may not allow them to contact their lost offspring!? Sign them up please! I update, when I update. Don't demand for the next chapter.