7 YEARS LATER…

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes as he got off his bed. Astrid stirred beside him, still in the bed. Hiccup gave her a light kiss on the forehead and trudged down the wooden stairs. A delicious smell reached the Chief's nose.

"Morning, Father!"

Primrose Haddock looked up from the cauldron and greeted her father. Now 15, Prim had grown into a beautiful young lady. Her long silky brown-blonde hair was tied in a light ponytail, and her warm emerald eyes sparkled like the sea on a clear day. Young men were literally chasing her shadow all around the village.

"You don't have to wake up so early everyday, you know."

Hiccup said, sitting down on the wooden table. Toothless was gulping down a basket of fat, silver fish with glee. He's getting too much 'Prim-Love', it's a miracle he can even fly… Prim gave him a knowing smile.

"C'mon father, you know we all hate Mum's food."

"You have a point…"

Hiccup murmured, and they both burst out laughing. To be honest(And don't tell Astrid that he said this), Prim was a much, MUCH better cook than Astrid. He could never forget the foul tast of the Yak-Nog, or the Chocolate Potatos, or the Fish stuffed with….Hiccup refused to continue. Prim served him a plate of roasted chicken and soup.

"Eat up, and no leftovers!"

She said, wagging her finger playfully.

"At once, M'dam."

Hiccup played along, saluting. Prim giggled.

"Yaaaa! "

The two looked up as a 10 year old boy charged down the stairs. He was a stunning replica of Hiccup, the same brown hair, green eyes, freckles, and runty features. In his hand was a long, silver blade. Prim sighed and gripped his wrist before he could hack any furniture.

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Fourth, that's MY sword."

She pried her sword Quicksilver, from his fingers. Hiccup slumped.

"Aww…Not fair!"

Hiccup the Third sighed at his son.

"Please, son, don't blow up anything today."

Hiccup Junior grinned cheekily. He was the well-known troublemaker of Berk, with his sidekick Slimelout Jorgenson. And with the help of Hiccup's wit and cunningness, they would escape every situation. You should never underestimate his scrawny looks, or you would sleep on a bed full of bugs.

"What's all the racket?"

Astrid entered with a huge, half-sleeping boy in her arms.

"Go give your father his morning hug, dear."

She set the boy down and he toddled over to Hiccup, who lifted him up with some difficulty.

"Ugh, Stoick, you're getting too heavy these days. I can't carry you around anymore."

Stoick Finn Haddock was Prim's youngest brother. He was only four, but the blonde boy was ENORMOUS. He was heavier than his older brother already, and almost as tall. It took almost a day for him to be born! But he was a very sweet child. He followed Prim everywhere, giggling so adorably when she gave him a ride, his pink, soft cheeks giving her the urge to pinch them. However, Stoick's biggest fan was Valka, his grandmother. Maybe because he was named after her husband, or maybe because he loved listening to her tales. She would tickle his chin every now and then, singing the sweet song she had sang to his namesake.

Prim had her own little fans.

"Miss Primrose! Miss Primrose!"

A couple of high, excited calls sounded from outside the house.

Hiccup ruffled her hair.

"It seems you need to go give the kids their breakfast as well…Your knowledge!"

Prim grinned and stood up, dusting her dress.

"Honeycomb, let's go!"

She called out the window. A large, golden head appeared, glowing faintly like a Flightmare. It's ruby eyes were bright with excitement. This was Honeycomb, the very dragon Prim had chosen 7 years ago in the Hatchery. Prim had managed to spot the unusual golden egg hidden within the Nadder eggs. Hiccup had given her a warning, but Prim had stubbornly clutched the Golden egg. She had that feeling that this was her dragon. The egg turned out to be a Fireworm egg. A Fireworm PRINCESS egg. It wasn't just Prim that had a rare dragon. Hiccup had become good friends with a Timberjack that lived in the wilderness. He didn't allow having a human on his back yet, but it was a matter of time. This proved that the children of Chief also had his 'Dramatic Flare'.

Prim opened the door to be tackled by little children of all shapes and sizes, with small dragons like Terrors or Smokebreaths in their arms. The kids literally buried Prim with excitement, squealing and jumping up and down.

"What are we going to do today, Miss?"

"How do you know the difference between a Snaptrapper and a Hideous Zippleback?"

"What's the speed of a Skrill, Miss Primrose? "

Prim gasped for breath as she tried to answer.

"I'll tell you that later. A Snaptrapper has 4 heads, A Hideous Zippleback has 2. The speed of the Skrill is 11 out of 19….And…."

Honeycomb lifted Primrose out of the bustling children with her strong, golden tail.

"Thanks, girl. C'mon, children! We're going to the arena. I'll tell you what we'll learn there."

"Hey, Prim!"

A familiar voice called her name. She looked up to see her friend Raoul. Raoul was 18, a well known hunter in Berk, the son of Eret the former Dragon Trapper. He had the good looks of a Viking; much, much bigger and muscular than Prim. He wore fur and leather clothes, and a bow slung on his back, hunting knifes on his waist. His thick, black hair was tied in a small ponytail. But his grey eyes were soft and kind. He was a polite, big-hearted man. He was good with little kids as well, and helped Prim sometimes at Dragon Lessons. Even little Hiccup followed Raoul, impressed by his swordfighting. He rivaled with Prim's skills, they practiced with each other. His dragon was a Snafflefang named Boulder, and Prim personally thought they were so alike: Large, tough looking, and as gentle as a cow.

"Hi, Raoul! Do you have any spare time? I need some help with the kids."

The kids squealed when they saw him, tackling him as well. He chuckled and picked up two children and put them on his shoulder.

"Of course. Now now, children, listen to Miss Prim!"

The pack of kids chattered like sparrows as they followed Raoul and Prim to the arena. This had become the normal daily routine for Prim now.

She was perfectly happy with her life. No need to hide, no need to be afraid.

Sometimes, just sometimes, she saw the burning yellow eyes once again. But she didn't run away. She did her work harder, taught more children about dragons, and rescued more dragons from traps.

As time passed, those yellow eyes seemed to soften a bit, and were replaced with the warm, loving eyes of her family, her students, her friends, and of course, her own dragon.

The End

A/N: Finally! One Fanfic done! One of you guys were asking for a Sequel.

Hmm...Maybe! But AFTER I'm done with AMC(Astrid, Meet Camicazi)!

Thanks for all the support! Love y'all!

P.S. I changed the cover picture to Prim's older self!