She had a tail. She had a tail. Toothless held his newborn daughter for about six hours and he never felt the tail squirming in his tightened grip. Though, given the fact that the infant was confined in her mother's stomach for an extended period of time it was possible she was already used to such an environment. She also had wings.

Her wings, ears, tail, and skin color she clearly inherited from her father. From her mother she got a shade of red in her dark hair and forest-green eyes, not the exact emerald hue of Toothless's. Her ears were a bit patchy, and though they worried it was some kind of skin irritation, it was surmised that she would actually grow scales in her skin at some point in her life. Her ears were also slightly pointed, much like how Toothless' dragon frills would be. In his human form, his ears were curved.

She was going to be the paragon for half-human, half-dragon hybrids. That is, if anyone else besides Hicca were crazy enough to actually mate with a dragon.

Parenthood had taken its toll on the two of them. Though they didn't admit it, Aurora had been waking them up with her cries in her bassinet. The poor thing was still getting used the new world, and it seemed that basic baby hatchling instincts were overwhelming her. When hatchlings are born, they can already fly, though only for a short distance and short time. Aurora would occasionally flap her wings, but because a human baby was weaker than a dragon, she would cry out in pain.

After two months, they both looked like they can drop dead any minute. Thuggory, who lived in the same house as they did, offered to take care of her for a few hours so they can rest. Heather pitched in, saying that they needed to sleep else they drop dead from exhaustion. They reluctantly complied, Hicca more so because she had barely left the house since the baby was born.

They were out like a candle for a full day, and when they awoke the next morning, it was to a wailing Aurora crying for her parents. Toothless took her and almost immediately she calmed down, save the occasional whimper and hiccup.

. . . . . . . . . .

One year. In three days, it would be exactly one year since he and Hicca met. One year since he was shot down, but the next day when he revealed his human form to her for the first time. He remembered her shocked looked, confusion etched on her face before realization dawned on her.

They mated a month later. Gods, had it really been that long? They faced a lot of difficult situations during the first three months of the pregnancy, once even getting captured by pirates. They eventually made their way to the Meathead, who took them in after saving them from a violent dragon raid.

Toothless wanted to get her something. She had already given him so much even if she doesn't know that. She gave him love, a home, and a family. Things he lost when he was a hatchling. In return, he gave her a bounty on her head, injuries that would never fade, and she ran away from her father. He constantly thought that he made her life a living hell because of this, but couldn't bring himself to regret it. If he had never met Hicca, he would still be enslaved for that tyrant Red Death.

Traders eventually came and left from the island, though they never came often. Every few weeks at most. Hicca mentioned a trader who would come by Berk maybe twice a month, and how he had always referred to her as "Madam" because of her status in the village. He wasn't too sure what his name was, but he was certain he wouldn't come so far south.

A trader came in the next day. With what little gold coins he had doing work around the island, he and Cameo went down to the pier to see what this trader had to offer.

"Why are you coming along again?" Toothless asked, fixing the belt around his waist. Ever since Aurora was born, Toothless decided that it would be best to carry a weapon with him in case something were to happen. He had two knives in his belt, one short and the other long. They were secured so that the blades were hidden from sight, the handles underneath his shirt.

Cameo shrugged. "Eh, wanted to see what humans are up on about with these traders. It gets boring here after a while. Especially with those monsters all over the island."

Toothless frowned. "You mean the children?"

"Those heathens are not 'children'. They're ravage, human-like monsters sent by Loki himself to wear down the adults so they scratch out our souls." Cameo clawed the air, his gray skin a blur as he did so ravishly.

"Just because they chase after you. . ." He rolled his eyes. The children were more excited than anyone else that the dragons were also humans, and they would always tail after Cameo because his camouflage ability translated to his human form. The only thing that really remained from his Changewing form was the red scale on his neck. It looked more like a piece flaky skin.

They eventually made it to the harbor. There, a trader's ship marooned at a dock. Heather was talking to man, holding a book in her hands.

"A book about the Guardians?" she asked.

The man nodded. "Yes, miss. They are legends around the world. I'm not surprised that you have not heard about them, as they go by different names from civilization." The man had an accent Toothless couldn't place. Though his ship was Viking material, his clothes were not. He was obviously not from the Archipelago.

"Who are these Guardians?" Heather asked as she flipped open the book. Toothless looked over his shoulder to see an hand-drawn image of a beautiful woman with feathers. She seemed to be flying, and her face was birdlike.

"I'm afraid that their names are lost to me, miss, but the most well-known is who you know as Jokûl Frösti." The trader took the book and flipped through the pages, landing on one of a hooded figure with a brown shawl over his head. The figure was undoubtedly male, but other than that, it was difficult to tell if the man was tall or short or fat or thin. "In my country, I believe he went by the name of Jack Frost."

Toothless frowned. "Can I see that?"

Looking up for the first time, she saw the dragons standing before her. "Oh. Sure."

As he took the book, he heard Cameo say, "You don't have anything to repel those miscreant imps that call children, do you?"

The trader laughed. "Oh-ho, sir, I'm afraid not." He cursed.

Toothless payed more attention to the page ok the book. The man only showed his chin and mouth, but there was something familiar about the way he dressed. Why was that? Turning the page, he was met with an evil face. There was no definitive features, just sharp eyes and a tooth-filled grin in inky blackness. This unsettled him even more. Even though the picture was only a drawing, he couldn't help but think that there was something familiar about them.

"Excuse me," he said to the trader who was attending another customer. "What exactly does this represent?"

Seeing the face in the inky blackness, the man nodded. "Ah, yes. This, I believe, symbolizes the bringer of nightmares. Have you heard of the black man?" When Toothless answered no, he nodded. "Understandable. It's a fearsome darkness that's said to blow out the light in the world." He laughed. "Though, that was just a story parents would tell their children to get them to bed."

Toothless nodded, but he was still anxious about the black man. "How much?"

The trader thought for a moment before he shook his head. "Keep it. It's an old book, butt still connects to the legends of the gods here in the Archipelago."

He patted the book in his hands for a moment before he nodded. "Thank you. . . Er, what's your name?"

The trader chuckled. "Of course, how rude of me. I am Johann, and I've traveled a long way to come this way south. Now, is there anything else you're looking for?"

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Aurora was actually an easy child. She was only upset at night, when she was surrounded by darkness and her parents weren't right by her side. She seemed to have accumulated the dragon senses of being able to breathe fire because every time she burped after a feeding, a small stream would exit out her mouth.

Walking through the village carrying Aurora in a slim going around her neck, Hicca stopped by the market. By her side was Whim reading from a book.

"Did you know that there was a race of people called the Ancient Egyptians that lived in a desert? That's basically a large landmass with sand. Only sand! It gets incredibly hot there during the day, and freezing cold at night. They believed in gods and the supernatural, especially this one god name Ra. I'm not too sure what this says about him, though. That part looks like it's in that weird writing that had." Whim never tore her eyes away from the book, occasionally almost bumping into someone every now and then.

"That's about as interesting as the Ancient Greeks and demigods," Hicca said, only paying half attention. Aurora began to fiddle with a bone necklace that she was trying very hard to take from her wit bough snapping it. "Where did you get that book, anyway?"

"Got it this morning from a trader, miss. I think he's there. Would you like for me to check?" Whim finally looked down from her book only to trip over a small child curled up into a ball. The child laughed before he turned into a Deadly Nadder and flew off. "Urgh, those dragon children are worse than ours."

Hicca rolled her eyes. "You and Cameo would totally get along, then." Once she took the necklace from her daughter and handed it back to the seller, she made her way to the harbor. "I'm going to go check out this trader. Are you coming?"

Whim shook her head, closing her book and putting it in her bag that she carried over her shoulder. "Afraid not, miss. I need to help Tyrant and the other Monstrous Nightmares with their nests. It's my turn along with Heather and Jerome today."

Hicca nodded in understanding before she walked back to lower part of the island. The decks were lined with ships, some for fishing and others were warships, but one stood out the most. One ship in particular was harbors closer to the steps she was walking on, and it was surrounded by more Vikings than the usual ship. Boxes were set up and trinkets were on display, showing her exactly where she needed to go.

Before she can get to the bottom, however, she felt someone bump into her. She felt a chill run up her spine as she balanced herself to not fall off the edge of the sodden stairs. At her current position, the fall wouldn't kill her, but while it will maim her it will kill the baby.

"Fucking whore," a man said. Hicca unconsciously brought Aurora closer to her.

Not everyone was as cheery as the chief was when it came to the dragons. Some people still saw them as a menace even though they can clear my see for themselves that they were more like humans than they would have imagined. It still didn't stop their hate, and they even saw Hicca as a tramp and trash for carrying a dragon's child during her pregnancy. When it was first revealed, so much of the village began to shout at her, curse her, for doing such a thing. That was when Thurrory stepped forward and aided her and Toothless, followed by Heather, Whim, Jerome, Undrake, and Lyla. The chief then proclaimed that they were to be treated as jest until further notice, and since then, things got relatively smoother.

Finally reaching the trader boat without more incidents, she decided to look around and she what she could buy. She really wanted to get something for Toothless as in two days would the day they first met.

She got a chill and wondered if winter would be coming so soon. The wind blew until she heard something fall off, knocked to the floor by it. She turned around and saw an urn on the floor. Carefully picking it up to not hurt the baby, she examined its design. It was a gold urn, curving outward near the opening. Peeking inside, she found a ring with a green stone embedded on it. The urn itself had designs of dragons, and, looking more carefully, she was surprised to see that they were Night Furies.

All around the urn, Night Furies covered it. It was a symmetrical pattern: two adults touching their heads together, one of them wrapping itself around eggs, another wrapping itself around hatchlings, another with a group of them flying, then repeat.

"Are you interested in that specimen, miss?"

Half distracted by the beauty of the urn, she took the ring out of it and placed it on a box, ignoring it. Without looking up, she said, "Yes, actually. Where did you get something like this?"

The man chuckled. "Why, it was a brilliant excavation, it was! There I was, trapped in a cave full of Whispering Deaths! All I had with me were a rope, a lantern, and my lucky hare foot. Lurking deep in the tunnel was a treasure, I just knew it, but–"

"For gods' sake, Johann, get on with it! Sorry, force of habit." She finally looked up, sheepish about calling the trader so, and was startled to see a familiar face. "Johann?"

Johann quirked, rubbing the hairs on his chin. "I must say. . . Do I know you, miss?" Before Hicca can respond a negative, his eyes widened. "By the queen's beard! Madam Hicca, is that you?"

Hicca quickly turned around, her face red with anxiousness. It wasn't too surprising that she didn't recognize her at first as easily as she recognized him. Since arriving at Meathead Island, she'd change her usual appearance almost immediately. Instead of a green tunic and brown fur vest and pants, she opted for a green dress. It wasn't anything formal, just something for her to easily move in while she was pregnant. She decided to keep it after Aurora was born, adding a brown around her waist to help compliment the green. She kept her boots though, and she'd spent more time in the sun, so her skin was a tad darker. Not at dark as Toothless's, but not as tan as a Viking, either. Even her hair was cut short, just to about her shoulders, but still long enough to tie it into a braid.

Johann moved to stand in front of her and said, "Madam Hicca, it really is you! When Stoick said you were kidnapped by a madman, I was worried something had happened to you! You were brought here? Is the kidnapper a Meathead?" He noticed how sheltered Hicca was being, carrying something against her chest. "Madam Hicca, is that. . .a baby?"

She felt like she wanted to cry. Gods, why couldn't they just leave her alone?!

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After Johann left to tend to another customer, Toothless tucked the book under his arm. He made a mental note to examine it later. Right now he had to find the perfect gift for Hicca.

Heather and Cameo were looking at some kind of painting that he overheard Johan claim was a "Grecian masterpiece", whatever that meant. After a while of searching, he was about to give up when the wind began to blow. The temperature seemed to drop, but being a dragon, he was quite resistant to the cold.

He looked up after searching through jewelry, knowing Hicca would never like anything like that, and was surprised to see her sitting on a crate close to the boat, Johann standing next to her. They seemed to be talking about something.

Coming closer, he saw Hicca taking Aurora out of her sling. He paused, wondering why she would take their hybrid child out to show a complete stranger, when Johann chuckled. Aurora was drowsy, about to fall asleep, and her wings and tails were drooping. She tucked her back in the sling, and Hicca wiped her eyes. She was crying.

"Hicca!" Toothless made his way over to her, jumping over some boxes to shorten his trip. "Hicca, what's wrong?"

Hicca breathed out lightly. "Nothing. Um, Toothless, this is Johann. He was a trader that would come to Berk. Johann, this is Toothless, Aurora's father."

Johann's eyes widened in surprise. "Hm, so you're the Night Fury, then?"

Toothless stepped a bit closer to Hicca. "Yeah. So?"

"Oh no, no! There's nothing wrong with that! I'll admit, seeing a Night Fury like you are is extravagating!" He turned to Hicca and bowed. "I'll keep my promise to you, Madame Hicca. I won't tell a soul from Berk you've seeker refuge here."

Hicca let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much, Johann. I can't stand the thought that Stoick told you I was kidnapped."

"Kidnapped? Like that kid over there?" Toothless pointed to a child on the Johann's boat. Sure enough, there was a small, red-headed child sleeping on deck. He was wrapped in a blanket and his face like sooty.

"Oh, the poor thing," Johann said sympathetically. "I found the child abandoned on an island. No one from the village there knew how he got there. He just showed up out of the forest and has never even spoken a word. Some say maybe he couldn't."

Toothless frowned. "Is it okay if I go talk to him for a minute?"

"Be my guest, but you won't get anything out of him." Johann turned to Hicca. "I wish you luck on your new life, Madam Hicca. May Odin bless you."

Toothless got on the boat and to the deck. The child was not asleep, but rather, just lying down. He seemed to notice someone was there, but didn't acknowledge him. His hair was unnaturally bright red, brighter than Hicca's, and upon closer examination, his shoulder was exposed under the blanket, showing he had not shirt on.

"You okay, kid?" Toothless asked. The boy looked up at him. He had an innocent face, but his eyes betrayed it. "Johann said your family abandoned you. Is that true?" The boy looked away, tapping a finger against the wood planking. Continuing the one-sided conversation, Toothless crossed his legs and made himself comfortable. "I don't think that's what happened. No, you didn't your family didn't give you up. You lost them, didn't you. To Vikings."

The tapping stopped.

"I was the same way. I was your age when I lost my mother and brothers and sister. I can barely remember what they looked like or their names." He sighed. "I was scared. I learned to fend for myself. But that's what happens when you're born a dragon. Everyone who's different seems to be scared of you. If they're scared of you, they'll think you'll hurt them. So they decide to hurt you first."

The boy looked up.

"I'm a Night Fury," he continued. "The last Night Fury in existence. Or at least, I was." He pointed over to Hicca who was looking over some kind of vase with Johann. "You see that girl in the green dress? She's a mom. And I'm the dad." He smiled down at the boy. "We have a daughter together. I lost my entire family, and so did she, and have one of our own now. She's not even a dragon either, like you or me. She's human."

The boy finally sat up, pulling the blanket closer to him. He indeed have a gray shirt on, but it was too large and fell over his shoulders.

"If there's hope for me, then there's hope for you too." He ruffled the boy's red hair before he left the boat. He didn't hear the child follow.

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Stoick waited at the docks. Next to him was Gobber, nervously turning the appendage on his arm. "You shouldn't have lied to him," he said.

Stoick didn't say anything.

"She wasn't happy on Berk and you know that. She told me about that conversation you had with her in the forge the day you came back. That you almost gave up on her. She never felt like you wanted her. She said that if she had a reason, she'd leave Berk. I think she found it all along."

"Would you rather we spoil the Hooligan name?" Stoick asked.

Gobber groaned. "This is what she goes on about, Stoick! You care about your tribe more than your flesh and blood! What would Valka say about that?"

He didn't say anything. At least, until a ship came into a view, "He's here."

Gobber sighed, knowing it was fruitless to argue anymore.

The ship came closer, docking next to them. Johann came out, thing the ship in place before he got off.

"Well?" Stoick said.

Johann took his hat off. "I was able to follow a lead to. . .to the Peaceable Country," he said nervously, avoiding eye contact with the bigger men. "I learned of a Viking girl and her companion living there, seeking refuge. But one day, invaders arrived and wiped away a majority of the villagers. I found Hicca's grave, buried alongside two others."

Stoick made an unintelligible sound then asked, "Which two others?" When Johann didn't answer, he said more fiercely, "Which two others?"

"I-it seems th-that she and her companion h-had a child. N-not one of them survived the invasion."

Gobber sighed. "I told you, Stoick. It was best if you let them be."

"What's it matter," Stoick said. He turned around and made his way back to the village. "My daughter and. . .and my grandchild. . . They're dead. And it's all my fault."

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Yes, another chapter before, like, month. When I first began this story, I literally had no idea where it was going. Now I have a fairly decent idea. Bet some of you know where, huh? Hehe, I'm really looking forward to the next chapter. That, I think, is when the story begins to pick up a little more. I'm debating between a short time skip or a big one, but I think the former is more likely.

Also, I decided that that story actually is the remake of my brother's old story, Hicca the Useless. In the original version, it took place after movie, with Stoick receiving a letter from Magadon that he wants to see the famed Dragon Tamer, but worried that he won't take Hicca seriously, he concocts a desperate plan to make Hicca feel useless. It acts to everyone utterly rejecting Hicca even more than they did before the events did the movie. In fact, they even kidnap Toothless and lock him up, acting as if he never existed and used Snotlout as the Dragon Tamer.

Unfortunately, Ashton uses this to his advantage. He rapes Hicca after she finds out she's pregnant, and goes to kill herself. She gets saved by Stoick and eventually tells her the truth, releasing Toothless. They run away and run into the Meatheads. They save Thuggory by some of Drago's men and and bring him back to Magadon, where he embraces their heroism. Then they work together to fake surprise when Snotlout ultimately fails training Hookfang.

I won't say anymore, because I've eventually decided that I will incorporate events from that story to this one. It's not exactly the same, but similar. If any of you have read Hicca the Useless, please don't leave any spoilers of it in the Reviews, please. Oh, this is going to be fun

Hello? Hello hello? Uh, this is CoronaCrown. I'm calling to say I won't make it to my shift tonight. . . Goodbye.