Here we have the top voted option of Valcup stories.

Then there's Things We Do For Love - that'll get worked on when I have time and uploaded when all complete... if I ever finish it because it's rather challenging.

Advance warning... this story is going to be thin on the plot front. And very obviously alternative timeline since Hiccup didn't grow up on Berk. This first chapter is a build-it-up to give some context, but after this... don't expect much. And there won't be so many line breaks, wow I used a lot.

Premise - Hiccup's a baby and gets taken along for the ride when Cloudjumper takes Valka, and so grows up in the Dragon Sanctuary with the Bewilderbeast. Hiccup's never known any different, so when Valka realises he's all grown up and hot, he has no moral qualms while she Ought To Know Better...

Nothing sexual will happen before Hiccup's a grown up... May to December is one thing, paedophilia is another.

Oh, warnings for incest if you didn't get that.

-HTTYD-

When Valka thinks back, back to those first days here where she looked down in amazement at Hiccup surviving the flight after a dragon kidnapped her...

She can't quite believe how much things have changed.

At first she hid away in a daze, moving only to breastfeed her baby son and eat the fish the big sunset-orange dragon brought her, scarcely able to sleep in the space that seemed to have been carved out of a mountain with nothing but the cloths and fur sling she had on.

Eventually the Stormcutter who had taken her approached her more intently, nuzzling his face close to her until Valka stretched hand shakily, placing it upon his scaly head and the dragon cooed lowly, winning a high giggle from her little boy. Something in that moment relaxed her, drawing her disheveled self up to her feet.

The dragon rotated his head, large fins on his head twitching and the huge mouth tipped up a little, teeth peeking through the gap - the dragon was smiling at her. At them. Her very soul responded, light and free as this dragon showed them they were safe.

"Why did you bring us here?"

The Stormcutter warbled, then took a few retreating steps, pointing to a tunnel with his tail.

"You want me to follow you?"

He nodded, smiling again when Valka walked closer, shifting Hiccup into the sling on her chest so she could have an arm free to balance her over an uneven ground, grabbing the rocky walls to follow the dragon to - fittingly - a light at the end of the tunnel.

What she saw there would change their lives.

Hiccup took to life in a dragon nest surprisingly well, and despite his small stature he played with the juvenile dragons fearlessly, ran around with the babies through the grass and only sometimes startled when the great Bewilderbeast stood up without him noticing.

Valka watched him napping in a patch of sunshine outside their nest, little face smiling even as he slumbered resting against the belly of a baby Gronckle who had fallen asleep halfway through attempting to eat a lump of sandstone.

She wondered about Berk, about Stoick. She thought about going back a hundred times, but each new dragon that she met reinforced Valka's belief - she and Hiccup were just different, that their peaceful dragon ways didn't belong there. It wasn't as though she hadn't tried, begged Stoick and the others to try and stop fighting, to try any other way. But they had never been interested, and here in the Bewilderbeast nest, Valka could finally be free to live that way.

Cloudjumper - she had named the Stormcutter based on his gliding flight, soft and delicate and graceful as though he couldn't even disturb the sky - swooped down next to her, indicating his back with his head again as he often did. She wasn't entirely sure why yet. Valka reached up and stroked him, enjoying the way he leaned into it, the soft eyes he made toward Hiccup. She cast her own gaze at the sleeping babes, unable to stop herself smiling.

"Sweet, aren't they?"

Cloudjumper nodded, bowing his head down again and indicating his back.

"I don't understand. What's wrong Cloudjumper?"

He grumbled, rolling his eyes at her.

"He wants you to fly."

Hiccup blinked sleepily, rubbing his big green eyes and yawning.

"How do you know that Hiccup?"

"Rocky told me."

He pointed at the baby Gronckle he had been sleeping on, who too was awake and flapping his little baby wings eagerly - they weren't yet strong enough to really lift his disproportionately heavy body.

"You... understand them?"

Hiccup shrugged, yawning some more and reaching to investigate a shiny pebble by his foot.

"Kinda. They talk like us, you just have to listen."

His capacity for speech had astounded her from his first birthday - as though he knew his wee stature would mean he couldn't make a point through violence, and his mind had compensated with words.

"Fly mama. Go on. Me and Rocky wait here."

Feeling rather strange about the whole situation, Valka turned to the dragon.

"Is that what you want? You want to fly?"

Cloudjumper nodded eagerly, practically roaring his happiness when Valka managed to climb up on his back. Immediately she noticed there was nowhere to hold on, panicking she would be pitched off almost the second Cloudjumper took off.

But she wasn't.

Cloudjumper's huge, powerful wings didn't jostle her at all, and while the sheer speed he made the ground beneath rush past was a little disorientating, it was also the single most exhilarating thing Valka had ever experienced.

The dragon seemed to know she was a tad overwhelmed, landing gently back where they started and dragon-smiling as she clambered down on legs like jelly. Hiccup was clapping, ecstatic and beaming from his spot next to Rocky.

"Yay mama!"

"Mommy! Look!"

Little Hiccup, some six years old now, was currently hopping about on rocks to help Valka look for sea slugs - they had an injured Razorwhip dragon in their nest, and according to Hiccup when he asked the dragon, that was what they ate. He didn't seem to understand everything they said, but she supposed he had grown up hearing them as much as her. It made sense he may pick up a thing or two.

"What is it son?"

Hiccup was crouched down next to a tiny cave opening, reaching in for something and Valka hoped it wasn't a venomous snake or some other dangerous but tempting thing for her little boy. Using the hand signals Cloudjumper had responded to beautifully to indicate he should stay close, Valka headed over and crouched down to see what her boy was pointing at.

"Oh my Thor... can you reach itson?"

"I think so."

"Gently Hiccup."

Hiccup wriggled in closer, almost toppling over if not for her hand grabbing the back of his tunic as he reached in and cheered. Valka helped pull him out to account for the new weight, eventually pulling out a big lump of black scales. It moved, drawing in a shuddering breath and letting out a truly pathetic, pained wail.

"He's hurt mommy. You go get the sea slugs for Chopper, I'll stay and keep him warm until we can fly back."

Hiccup pulled off his own tunic, wrapping it around the dragon and continued to talk softly to him, eventually encouraging him to open his eyes to reveal huge, green orbs. Valka hastened to retrieve more sea slugs, then hurried back to Hiccup and his new friend.

"He has no teeth! Hehe, Toothless. That's your name now."

Valka couldn't stifle a fond smile as Hiccup let her hold him tight, jumping easily up onto Cloudjumper's back - flying had gotten much easier with practice and now Valka could even fly standing up, knowing all the spots the huge muscles in Cloudjumper's back and neck were and avoiding those.

Chopper set in to his meal gratefully, and the two Haddock's turned their attention to the small dragon. It was barely bigger than Hiccup, and Valka would be lying if she said she wasn't surprised Hiccup could carry him, but perhaps living somewhere they had to climb everywhere had strengthened him.

"What's wrong with Toothless?"

"He needs food and water. Oh" Hiccup stopped, listening in closer to the sickly reptile "oh no."

Hiccup's little sweet face saddened deeply, big green eyes filling up with tears.

"Bad humans came for his family. They killed his mommy and his brothers and sisters! Toothless managed to fly away, but now he's all alone. He's just a baby mommy, who would do that?"

Valka wiped his tears, placed down fish and a water bowl for their newest ward and watched as he pulled himself along, teeth dropping into existence to chew the fish and Hiccup watched in awe.

"Can I still call you Toothless?"

The dragon turned, surveying Hiccup in that deep, searching way only dragons seemed capable of.

Then he nodded.

"Thanks Toothless. If you want, you can live here with us. We help lots of injured dragons, want to see?"

Having perked up with nourishment inside him, Toothless nodded, purring when Hiccup ran a finger over his scales.

"Come on then. No running or flying though ok? You're too little. That's what my mommy tells me."

Toothless huffed, trotting obediently next to Hiccup as they climbed from the convalescent dragon spot toward the centre of the nest, where the Alpha resided with all the other dragons.

"This is our home. And it can be yours too Toothless."

He was a natural at flying by ten, and while Hiccup bonded and 'trained' many dragons, Toothless was his, the other half of his soul as Cloudjumper was for her. He wasn't quite as naturally steady as her stood up, his dragon more compact, but Hiccup got around that by making a saddle with grip handles on, and it worked magnificently.

They both wore flying suits and helmets by then - Valka's imitated her Bewilderbeast friend, though the paints and dyes splashed across shield, breastplate and helmet all paid homage to Cloudjumper's colours. Hiccup's was more practical, reserved, with tiny bumps along the centre of his helmet that replicated the scales on Toothless' head. It disguised them when they broke into Dragon Trapper bases, let them walk unmasked freely at Trader ports.

Valka had begun to learn how to communicate with dragons by sound rather than just hand signals, her staff that contained miniscule, rattling and revolving discs would send vibrations the dragons began to learn meant different things, and Cloudjumper was always star of the class when she was teaching them.

Hiccup learnt other ways - he was cheating, he could understand them sometimes, Valka griped with absolutely no malice - to pacify and befriend them, learning how to make his scent more friendly, which ones would relax with just food and which took more work.

He also became obsessive, addicted even, to drawing and writing about them. They lived with some thousand dragons, though several hundred came and went a year, and Hiccup had named every species, drawn each one and learnt what they ate, where they laid their eggs, how they communicated, even which ones could breathe fire and which ones didn't - like the Bewilderbeast, who spat ice, or a Skrill, which channelled lightning.

In short, her little boy was a miracle, and a testament to dragons and their ability to live in peace.

"Mom?"

"Yes son?"

Toothless wants to know if we can go back where he came from. Because, well, he's... you know."

"Getting to that age?"

"Yeah. He said it's ok if we don't find them, but a dragon needs to know if he'll have a chance to find a mate."

Valka sometimes wondered if Hiccup thought about that - he must be fourteen or fifteen by now, though the years spent freeing trapped dragons and interrupting Viggo Grimborn's operations had begun to blend together. But when they were in Trader ports or even on village islands, Hiccup didn't really seem to notice the girls his age.

Of course, he was still rather fresh-faced, had yet to grow into his body just yet. He may simply be a late bloomer.

"He could select a mate from almost any dragon here, you know."

"He said Night Fury dragons are the carrier, rather than the breeder when that happens. So even though he's male, the eggs would be whatever species the other was. Plus, I think... I think he wants to know if he's alone."

"I see. Well, we have to stop those Dragon Fight shows first... would you ask him to see if his home is on any of these maps?"

Hiccup nodded, retrieving his dragon and discussing the different places on them. Eventually they landed on an answer - they could practically deal with Viggo's latest operation on the way if they headed for Toothless' old home.

"To the land of the Night Furies we go. Grab your things son."

They found the native home of the Night Fury dragons, an uninhabitable looking place riddled with steep mountains and lots of caves, with little in the way of plant life except directly around the rivers.

It was awful.

Toothless mourned openly, finding the skeletons of his kind littering the island. There were a few still alive, and their first reactions to Hiccup and Valka told her that humans had been responsible for the travesty wreaked upon their species.

Eventually though, with the Alpha and Toothless and Cloudjumper convincing, and both Hiccup and Valka pulling out absolutely every single card they had when it came to befriending dragons, the handful of survivors came back with them to Valka's sanctuary.

That had been two years ago.

Toothless had picked his mate, a female Night Fury that Hiccup affectionately named Stormfly - because whenever there was a raging thunderstorm outside, she wanted to fly in it. They hadn't had any eggs yet, but the surviving black-scaled dragons were close knit and had integrated well into their nest.

Hiccup... oh, Hiccup was growing up. Boyhood began to leave his face as stubble darkened his jawline, not quite masking the tiny scar Cloudjumper had given him all those years ago. His slow development had suddenly accelerated, and now her boy was all long, graceful limbs with lean muscle stretching over all of his body.

Valka began to find herself feeling strange, as though she should be teaching barriers to him and began to enforce bans on things like them changing in the same room, putting an end to Hiccup's casual entrance to the bathroom when Valka was bathing.

She almost made Hiccup move his bed to a different place, but he begged her not to and Valka decided it could wait until Hiccup met a girl. Naturally, he was curious as to why - they had grown up with little modesty, parent and child and no other humans around.

"You're getting older son, and these sort of things are what you should share with a lover, not a mother now."

She felt somewhat embarrassed - educating Hiccup on sex was not supposed to be her job, and she had blissfully ignored the necessity before now. But someone had to do it. Hiccup didn't cotton on immediately.

"But... I do love you mom."

"I love you too Hiccup, but it's different. Like... Toothless and Stormfly. They are lovers."

Hiccup cast a glance over the dragons, still unsure but he seemed to accept it.

"If you say so mom. I'm sorry if I upset you."

"No son, you didn't-"

She felt distress as Hiccup cut her off, grabbing his helmet and boots from his bed.

"It's ok. I think I'm gonna go for a fly."

She fretted the entire time Hiccup was gone, wondering if she should have gone after him but he came back happy, said Toothless had made it make more sense.

They never talked about it again.

When she looks back, Valka can see all the times she only ever saw Hiccup as her son. She never had anything but maternal feelings, and that was fine.

And yet...

Valka can't seem to help watching him now, all long limbs as he climbed around their sanctuary, tending to injured dragons and - quite frankly - rudely wearing little more than his shorts that were from before his latest growth spurt, that ran a little too high up on lean thigh muscles.

She can't help wanting to tear them off and teach her son about sex on a more primal level, to explore the muscles of his torso that flex when he's working on building something. To experience those delicate artists fingers in new, thrilling ways.

Valka mentally scolds herself on about an hourly basis, but those flutters in her stomach won't go away. Arousal was something her body had all but forgotten how to feel, and yet she recognised it instantly.

She can't even remember when it changed, when Hiccup went from her son, a sweet boy, to the man she wanted to entice a far more feral side from. All she knows it is it has, and Valka needs to make sure Hiccup never knows.

Because while he knows nothing different to her... Valka certainly ought to know better.

-HTTYD-

This was all the plot you'll get, which isn't really muc. Next chapter - beware the smut begins!

Boring end note for the "waaaa incest is bad you must fuck your own mother" troupe

No, I don't have a relationship with my mother. At all. I probably find Valcup easy to write because I can detach myself from the familial connotation.

I do enjoy that you take the time to click on and in some cases even go to the trouble of reading these (hope u enjoy) before you rant at me. May I direct you to the veritable smorgasbord of brother-sister (before you go there I don't even have a sister) or slash fiction I wrote before venturing into the HTTYD fandom. If you still need some vanilla... there's a Hiccstrid fic on my published stories somewhere. Have fun *blows kiss*