I'm a little disappointed with this. The chapter didn't turn out the way I'd hoped. Ps Hiccup and Toothless will often refer to each other as "My love" or "Soul-mates" this isn't romantic at all. They're brothers and best friends, so naturally they love each other and aren't afraid to show it. Thanks so much for reading and enjoy.

Hiccup felt his dirt-stained paws begin to sweat as he strategically guided Toothless through the rocky tunnels leading to their den.

"What's wrong?" The Night fury crooned, picking up on his brother's nerves,

Hiccup felt his warm, parched breath be pushed back into his face as it hit the mask covering him from the enemies.

"The humans, why would Mom bring them here?" He questioned looking back to ensure Cloudjumper was not following within hearing distance,

"I'm not sure my love, but if they dare harm you I wont hesitate to blast a hole through their chests" Toothless snorted landing swiftly in the small clearing Valka had made their home, Hiccup nodded dismounting and running his hands over the dragon's smooth scales, soothing his aching limbs.

Chatter erupted in the nest as a few dragons swooped in, sensing the return of their flock-mates,

"Welcome back flesh dragon and black dragon" Fireshade a male snafflefang who had tragically lost his leg, chirped nuzzling the two gently.

Both Hiccup and Toothless returned the affectionate gesture before greeting the other dragons eagerly, among the crowd was a group of baby Scuttleclaws desperately jumping over the adults to reach the duo,

"Hiccup, Toothless!"

"Did you bring food?"

"Did you bring home any trapped dragons?"

"Did you destroy any Viking ships?"

"Can I chew your tail?" The young dragons chattered questions crawling on top of their elders fondly, pulling ears and licking Hiccup's dragon-scaled outfit.

"Enough!" Toothless snapped, too exhausted to deal with the hyperactive persona of the babies, The scuttleclaws planted themselves behind Hiccup hissing at the Night fury.

"Toothless you scared them" Hiccup scolded scratching and nuzzling the youths adoringly,

the black dragon snarled at his brother and pushed the boy to the floor with his snout.

"Toothless stop!" The 20 year old chuckled throwing pretend punches at the figure looming over him, Toothless gave a smile, revealing his bare gums as he jumped onto his other-half growling playfully.

As the the brother's romped, the flock watched happily, it was a peaceful sight to watch the nest-mates wrestle with each other as if they were still hatchlings.

Suddenly the peace was broken by the all to familiar sound of four wings flapping, almost angrily, as the stormcutter landed the dragons expected Valka to be seated among her companion's back, but were instead greeted by two terrified, possibly dangerous Vikings.

"Hiccup?" The female cried out scurrying off Cloudjumper, still shaking with fear from the flight.

The dragons, while not able to understand Norse, picked up on the fact she was mentioning the name of their youngest flesh dragon and began hissing protectively.

In response to the aggressive nature she held her axe in a battle ready position. Gobber following Astrid's lead, raised his inter-changeable hand that had a small mace screwed in.

Instead of informing the flock that the two intruders were guests, Hiccup and Toothless joined in, snarling and crouching low to the ground as if they had no idea of the Viking's presence.

"Cloudjumper why were those monsters riding upon your back?" Fireshade quesioned baring his teeth at the provoked humans,

"they are here on Valka's request, Hiccup and Toothless are fully aware of this" the Stormcutter growled continuing to glare at the human and Night fury.

The dragons immediately relaxed and allowed their pupils to dilute providing a less-threatening appearance, the action shocked both Vikings, neither of them had ever seen dragons look so calm and placid.

Hiccup and Tootbless sighed in unison as they attempted to slip away from their angry fatherly-figure,

"Not so fast! You must stay here and look after the humans, they do not understand our language and appear to be angry at us" Cloudjumper growled blocking their path, earning a frustrated croon from Hiccup.

"But Cloudjumper! You know what Vikings are like! They're evil and cruel!" The boy hissed, glaring in Astrid's direction,

"Your Mother wishes for them to be here so you follow her requests and be obedient for once" The Stormcutter snapped huffing his chest out in displeasure.

"Okay" Hiccup finally agreed turning away from Cloudjumper to approach the Vikings. Toothless grumbled, but still pressed himself against his brother's side out of devotion for his soul mate,

"I'm not sure why my Mom insists you come into our nest, you're Vikings" Hiccup spat inching closer, ignoring Astrid's obvious discomfort in the boy being so close.

"Hiccup, ye do realise that Stoick is yer Father?" Gobber asked stumbling a little, still dizzy from the flight.

A low growl escaped Hiccup's throat as he buried his face in the soft part of Toothless's neck, refusing to listen to the ridiculous claims.

"No! The bad man is not Mom's mate, Cloudjumper is!" He rested a hand on the Night fury, who was just about ready to tear into the man for upsetting his brother.

"Wait, so he really is Stoick's son?" Astrid cut in, not fully informed of the situation,

"That he is lass, the boy was taken by that dragon along with his Mother twenty years ago" Gobber pointed at the Stormcutter who was busy restraining his adoptive sons from pouncing.

"NO!" Hiccup roared suddenly and jumped behind Toothless, chattering to the other dragons.

"This is.. Unbelievable" the blonde admitted glaring spitefully at the boy,

"Ay' and once Stoick sees what's really going on.." Gobber motioned towards the curious flock surrounding them, watching the events unravel with amusement,

"I don't wager he'll be too happy"

Astrid swallowed back her amazement and nodded in agreement.

I couldn't believe it, this boy, if one could even call him that, was the son of Stoick the Vast? Berk's heir? As I watched Hiccup interact with the monsters, touching and nuzzling them without a trace of fear, I felt a surge of anger rush through me.

He could tame the beasts, he knew how to restrain and control them, he knew how to keep them from attacking, he had clearly known for a long time.

Yet my anger wasn't directed at the child, because in all honesty that's all he was, an immature, feral youth. Although he was my age, I couldn't bring myself to call this boy a man, Stoick was a man, Gobber was a man, even Snotlout was a man, this person was a hissing, growling, mistake created by Loki himself.

So no I didn't blame him, I blamed Valka, she could have returned, she could have brought Hiccup home and prevented him from turning into this crazy dragon-boy and taught him how to fight, help us win this endless war. But she didn't, she allowed him to become this demon, this dragon-loving demon.

I stared at him, still gobsmacked as he appeared to fully forget that Gobber and I were still here surrounded by our long-time enemies.

"Hiccup can you just explain why your Mother brought us here?" I found myself snapping a little too harshly, Hiccup's head shot round and he cocked it to the side, like a dragon scoping out a strange object, to test if it was a threat.

His Night fury must have picked up on my venomous tone and bared it's teeth, snarling as it once again pulled the boy close to it's side.

Hiccup crooned gently, nudging the dragon as if to calm the beast, "I already told you, I don't know why Mom brought you monsters to our home, but if you lay a finger on any dragon I will gladly sink my claws into your skin" he hissed lifting his hands, revealing blunt and filthy finger nails.

I couldn't help but scoff at his threat, his 'Claws' would be completely useless in battle.

"Its alright lad, we won't hurt no dragons. Right Astrid?" Gobber raised his eyebrow at me in a suspicious way.

Really, he was putting me on the spot? Why did I have to promise anything? How about they stop raiding us, then I wouldn't need to attack them, but I knew if I did hurt any dragons we would be kicked out and possibly killed, so sullenly I bit my tongue and nodded.

I heard a small sigh of relief escape Hiccup's lips before he quickly scurried away, still walking on all fours, the Night fury as always stuck close.

"Gobber what are we going to do?" I whispered, quiet enough to ensure Hiccup would eavesdrop,

"They're Stoick's family, thats for him to decide"

Seriously? Stoick was in no position to make any decisions. He was desperate and that was an uncommon trait for the Chief, I knew deep down that if we allowed him to formulate a plan he would most likely do something incredibly reckless.

"Are you sure thats a good idea?" I sat down on an unoccupied rock and rested my chin in my hands, mulling over the limited options we had.

"I know what you're worried about, but he'll make the right choice" he paused "Probably.."

"Well thats reassuring"

"Look I've known Stoick my whole life, if there's one thing he knows it's how to make tough decisions"

I gulped still not completely convinced, "I guess-"

I was cut off by a deep scream exhorting off the cave walls.

"Val get me off this thing!" The voice cried out, I instantly recognised it as Stoick's.

"Calm down" Valka's voice soothed, I heard a chirp which I quickly identified as a nadder and stood up defensively as I heard the wing flaps growing closer.

"You actually got him to ride a dragon?" Gobber's mouth dropped as a purple-ish deadly nadder perched itself next to another dragon, chattering slowly. Even I had to admit the scene was shocking, our Viking chief, who literally lived for killing dragons, clutching the back of his sworn enemy.

"Wheres Hiccup?" Valka questioned looking around frantically,

"The boy ran off with that Night fury first chance he got" Gobber told her.

I saw an angry scowl appear on the women's face "That boy has some nerve. I'll go find him.. Just please don't hurt any dragons, I want Hiccup to trust you" she told us, directing the last sentence at Stoick especially.

To my surprise he smiled and nodded, which earned him a grateful glance from Valka's direction before she jumped on Cloudjumper, flying off to track down her juvenile son.

"So Stoick. You and that dragon seemed to get on pretty well" Gobber teased, chuckling to himself. But Stoick didn't laugh, instead he pulled us into a huddle and opened his mouth to speak,

"If you're planning on doing something absolutely insane that could result in one of us being burnt alive ya might as well forget it" Gobber cut in glaring at his Chief and closest friend,

"Those beasts have brainwashed my wife and son, they actually think dragons are their family and if they stay any longer I might lose them forever" Stoick paused, taking a deep breath before continuing "We have to take them away from here."