Death Fury - I think I've weighed in on this before. No, no second generation incest.

Final chapter! Oh, the feels I have had for this fic.

-HTTYD-

Eleven years old and determined to make her grey early, Erica hopped on the back of her juvenile Egg Biter. Oh, she couldn't have waited to meet the ones in the nurseries and stables up for adoption on her tenth birthday, no no.

Astrid's wild and fearless daughter had come home one day from nature walks with 'uncle' Eret and her brother Raider, holding what they said was an injured lonely dragon. Valka had recognised and treated it immediately as a baby Egg Biter, stroking the pale purple streaks that shone on the deep blue scales. Erica was only seven at the time. Officially too young for her own dragon, but Chomper - as she named it - wouldn't let anyone else take care of him.

Except other Haddocks, as dragons recognised families. Packs even. And so...

Erica had her own dragon. A dragon she was not allowed to fly. Of course that rule had changed to not flying alone when Chomper stopped obeying that rule. He was a naughty, cheeky and flat out disobedient teenage dragon. The cutest thing he did was sleep next to Erica's bed. He took up less space than Raider's dragon at least. For now.

Raider had waited until he was ten to pick a dragon. Although like every other Haddock, it was a more a 'he got picked' situation. His dragon was a Changewing, though by far the calmest, sweetest Changewing ever. On one of their family flights - mostly to keep an eye on Chomper - near Changewing Island, a blueish green adolescent Changewing slipped into their flight party, followed them home and they woke up the next day with it napping under Raider's bed.

The two had been inseparable ever since.

"Shimmer! Come on!"

Shimmer was older than Chomper, bigger but better behaved. And... it was absolutely handy to have a constant supply of Changewing acid available. That's what they used to convince the unsure villagers anyway. As their parents, Hiccup, Astrid and Valka were just happy their kids were happy. Speaking of kids...

"Mama!"

Their youngest son was five, blond and blue eyed and spoilt freaking rotten. They had originally named him Static, as a mix of something close to Stoick and a homage to the lightning storm outside when he was born. However, he refused to answer to it once someone called him Bones. It was a joke really, as he hadn't been into toys as a child. Only wanted the bones left from adults dinners to play with. It had stuck.

"Hey Bones" Astrid scooped up the cuddly little viking "how's your morning been?"

"I played with Chomper and Shimmer. Then I asked daddy to make me something."

Quirking an eyebrow, Astrid scanned the grass around them to ensure Chomper and Shimmer were keeping their butts on the ground. Valka and Cloudjumper were keeping watch too, just in case.

"What did you ask daddy to make you?"

"Secret!"

Astrid rolled her eyes, not terribly surprised by Bones being a pain in the butt. He got away with everything, was indulged by his three parents and two older siblings and pretty much the whole of Berk.

Night Fury black cut through the air, landing nearby as one Alpha dragon and one Viking Chief. Even Chomper occasionally listened to Toothless. Her husband Hiccup leant in close and pecked a kiss on Astrid's lips, another on their youngest sons forehead. He had a bundle of... something under his arm, shiny and brightly coloured.

"Whatcha got there?"

"Something this little genius came up with."

Hiccup ruffled Bones' messy hair, prompting him to squirm and get down from Astrid's hold.

"That's not really specific."

"With all the dragons and babies and growing we have on Berk... we have a lot of shed scales and no real use for them. Bones asked if I could make him something out of them."

He unrolled the bundle, a mismatch of brilliant colours and shaped formed into a little Bones-sized tunic.

"Your stitching has improved."

"Practice makes perfect. Now I used the thinner scales I could find for this so it's not too heavy, but that might make it brittle. If any of these break Bones, you take it off and tell someone ok? The ladies will have my head if you get hurt. Deal?"

Bones nodded, stripping off his tunic already to leave him in his warming undervest. He lifted his arms and Hiccup pulled the tunic on his son, both smiling as it moved flexibly with him and stayed nicely smooth when inquisitive hands ran over it.

"Eret had a good idea too, to melt down some scales for hilt detailing. Obviously we'll only use shed scales, not full dragon skin."

Astrid nodded as Hiccup lifted Bones back up, letting her get a better look at the tunic. She could pick out Nadder scales immediately, having looked at them daily for more than fifteen years.

"Looks good. We know Screaming Death scales are arrow proof, so in theory we can make armour and stuff out of thicker scales for stronger grown ups."

"Yeah. They don't get damp, they don't rot. Waterproof. Tougher than skin and if one were patient enough, they could make something entirely from their dragon."

Astrid eyed her husband, taking in his slight sheepish smile.

"You've already planned something out of Night Fury scales haven't you?"

"Would I?"

"Yes."

"Ok. I might have done."

"I knew it."

Hiccup smiled, turning to where Valka was with the other kids and their dragons.

"Ok Haddocks! Indoors! Time to wash up for dinner."

"But dad-"

"No buts! Anyone who doesn't do as their told isn't allowed to come for the evening flight."

Never daring to risk such a thing, the kids and their dragons hastened indoors. Astrid retrieved Bones from Hiccup so someone else could take their place in his arms. Valka sank into her eldest sons embrace, kissing him sweetly. Astrid was warmed by the sight; their relationship of over a decade was stronger than ever.

And to their knowledge, still a secret other than with Eret. Valka didn't mind that, knew that what truly mattered came in their home, or up in the air. The dragons joined Cloudjumper outside to share a couple of huge bowls of fish, Valka chivvying the kids to wash their hands while Astrid helped Hiccup put dinner together. Six vikings and five dragons made mealtimes organised chaos.

"Bones!"

"Erica!"

The two rolled around on the floor, wrestling playfully until Bones had to submit to his sister's treacherous tickling. He was in fits of giggles until Astrid 'rescued' him, cuddling her squirming son. He was such a sweet little thing with his chubby cheeks and stubbornly thick hair.

"Mom give him back!"

"No, it's time for dinner."

Erica sulked for a whole ten and a half seconds before food appeared in front of her, thawing her out. Valka leant down and kissed Astrid's cheek as she passed with more bowls for Raider and Bones, sitting down in time for Hiccup to hand bowls to them and plop down in the last available seat with his own.

"Gotta love Haddock home of eleven."

"Soon to be twelve."

Hiccup almost dropped his bowl, he and Valka turning to Astrid with identical shock on their faces.

"What do you mean?"

"I meant Bones getting a dragon! Gods, you would think I had just gone into labour on the floor."

Hiccup looked somewhat relieved, at least until Bones piped up.

"Me get a dragon?"

Oops. Now Bones was going to nag them for days. At least. He wasn't thrilled about the age on dragons and could only be pacified by a day spent in the stables.

"When you're ten like everyone else. Eat your soup."

"Dragons!"

"I'll take you to the stables tomorrow if you eat your dinner."

Raider and Erica both took that to include them too, all three quietly eating their dinners in eagerness for a day with their dad in the dragons sleeping pens. They were back to energetic when it came time for an evening flight, heavy harnesses holding Erica and Raider to their dragons saddles while Bones sat tight against Hiccup on Toothless. They all looked quite adorable in their flying helmet.

Hiccup and Valka put their kids to bed while Astrid heated the bathwater, the three taking turns for quick washes before they tumbled into bed together. Astrid couldn't imagine not having her limbs tangled between theirs, hearing two sets of breathing and feeling heartbeats either side of her.

Valka was often the one to burrow closer in her sleep, while Hiccup pressed half asleep kisses to whatever skin was in reach of his mouth whenever he woke briefly at night; he wasn't a solid sleeper. Astrid greedily slept in the middle whenever possible, nesting in the warmth of the two of them.

Three excitable children bounced around at breakfast, riling up their dragons until Astrid and Valka could scarcely wait to get them outside. Hiccup kissed both women goodbye, then bravely headed out with three kids and three dragons. Valka held her arms open and Astrid curled into them, sighing happily to herself in the arms of her lover.

Their front door opened and the two almost leapt apart, though they recognised Eret and relaxed.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt! Full hands yanno."

He had some heavy packages in his hands, which were dropped to one side as he peered around.

"Hiccup in?"

"Stables with the kids."

"All three? Brave! No worries, I'll catch him later. That's the bags of scales he asked for by the way."

Eret gestured to what he had brought with him

"Ah, thanks. Was that all you were after?"

"Oh. Uh. Nope. It's almost time for the whole wedding thing and my good lady insisted I check in with the chief about officiating."

Astrid smiled at the mention, comfortably settling in her lovers arms with no worries in front of Eret.

"You are such a Berkian."

Eret grinned.

"I take that as a great compliment."

"So you should."

Eret smiled a little tighter at Valka; they got on but he occasionally worried she was still against him for his trapper lifestyle. Never mind that all those things were near fifteen years ago now.

"Anyway you two looked real busy so I'll just let myself out and we'll not talk about this again."

Astrid could only chuckle to herself as he left acting like they had been doing more salacious things than cuddling. Granted, anyone else might think it a little strange but still, he was going a little overboard.

"He's such a drama queen."

"He's a good man."

Smiling upside down from where she lazed on Valka's side, Astrid felt unbelievably happy and content.

"Big talk dragon lady."

"Oh, my vigilante days are long behind me."

"Well we did destroy all the big Dragon Trapper operations years ago. I mean if you're bored of us you could always put on the big helmet and grab a staff..."

"Oh no. I am more than quite content to live out my years here. Unless someone terrible threatened-"

"In which case me and Hiccup would be right by your side. I mean Hiccup named Fishlegs his temporary replacement for if anything happened to him or if he had somewhere to be and I wasn't available. Berk might be our home but we wouldn't put it before stopping someone like Drago again."

Valka smiled softly, trailing her fingers across Astrid's neck and making her shiver.

"Another little piece of what makes you both so perfect."

"You're pretty perfect to me too. And not many women say that about their mother in law."

Chuckling, Valka wrapped her arm around Astrid's waist and splayed across her lower back while their faces grew closer.

"I'd say I worked hard for that position but truly, it's been no hardship at all."

They kissed, slow and sweet and sending heat sliding down Astrid's spine to spread through her whole body. Valka stroked gentle fingers over Astrid's clothed hips, not hurrying beneath her vest - just enjoying the connection rather than focusing on arousing each other.

"I love you."

Sentiments were exchanged, then there was a mutual agreement to go out for a fly. A quick note was dropped on the table for Hiccup, promising they would be back by dinner. Cloudjumper and Stormfly were both most eager to get up in the air with them, their aging not showing a jot. Cloudjumper's blue scales had a greyish shade and Stormfly's head spines no longer shone like gold in the sun, but neither dragon was near the end of their lifespan nor were they slowing down in the slightest.

"Wanna trade? See if you're still the expert?"

Valka lit up with the challenge, reaching down to pat her dragons big head.

"Is that alright with you Cloudjumper?"

The Stormcutter huffed in agreement and the two riders leapt across in mid air, landing securely on their dragons. Cloudjumper was huge by comparison to Stormfly, but since he had a little saddle-grip thing attached for when Valka took Bones flying, Astrid could manage him well enough.

"Ok! Lets see what you got big boy."

The Stormcutter roared happily, doing a few dips and turns before showing off his spins. Astrid forgot how powerful his four-strong wingbeats felt, his name apt as he darted through clouds like they weren't even there. In the distance, Astrid felt sure she saw a Zippleback causing destruction but told herself she imagined it. They had a half day to fly before they had to turn back, and they wanted to enjoy it.

Valka pulled out Hiccup's map part of the way out; Astrid hadn't noticed her stealing it. Or borrowing it really, since Hiccup was a sharer. In every sense of the word.

"Whatcha looking for?"

"A direction not presently fully explored. See here?"

Valka held up the map now they were out of the strong winds, pointing to a line of islands Hiccup hadn't looked top closely at.

"Yeah, he gave them a once over but there weren't any new dragons. Hardly any dragons, if I remember right."

Valka rolled her eyes fondly, putting the map away and turning their dragons that way.

"This would be before he studied migration patterns I expect. That whole area was teeming with Threadfalls whenever I was there."

"You came that close?"

Valka's smile slipped for a minute.

"Once or twice. I almost came back..."

"Hey. Past, remember?"

Valka straightened up, smiling tightly.

"Yes. Past."

They continued on, Astrid's mind whirling. Half a days flight from Berk when she was so alone. Well... she wasn't truly alone. Astrid gave Cloudjumper a few affectionate scratches that he purred in response to.

"Thanks for taking care of her big guy."

Valka soon grew more animated, indicating a few pods of dragons in brilliant blue and yellow colourings.

"See? Threadfalls!"

"Yeah, I see. Ok you're still the dragon queen!"

Preening, the woman beamed and span Stormfly to the left to soar over the next island. Astrid was watching her face in the sun, spotting her frown before she saw any reason for it.

"What's wrong?"

She pointed, Astrid following her hand to see a group of Threadfalls fighting a group of unfriendly looking Cavern dragons.

"No bullies on our watch! Lets go Cloudjumper!"

They flew in to help the Threadfalls, knowing Cavern dragons ate other dragons eggs they had a feeling it was nest defence they were aiding. A few powerful flames shot by powerful dragons chased the intruders off, and Valka slid from Stormfly's back to crawl along the floor on all fours.

"It's alright, we won't hurt you."

Her skills hadn't dulled it seemed, one of the spiny heads coming closer and nuzzling her outstretched hand.

Damn Haddocks and their damn hand things. Astrid had never quite mastered it.

The biggest one - probably the head female - chittered to her friends and they parted, revealing something to Valka that made her gasp as they shooed her in.

"Astrid! Come see this."

Walking slowly, keeping her hands up to show she wasn't holding a weapon, Astrid crept through the pod of dragons.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"I think so."

Slipping their fur hoods off, they wrapped it up. Thanking the Threadfalls, they left with friendly nudges as they got back on their dragons. Valka cradled the bundle close to her chest, cooing softly as they flew full pelt back to Berk. Hiccup looked thrilled to see them, slightly harried by three excitable kids and perplexed by the bundle his mother held.

"What you got there?"

Toothless was starting to bounce around, yipping excitably.

"Take a look."

Hiccup peered into the bundle, gasping in sheer surprise.

"Is that-"

"A baby Night Fury?"

Valka grinned, as lit up as her son and Astrid shared in their joy.

"It certainly is! We were flying over the Threadfall habitats when we found a fight. Naturally, we helped. They kinda gave it to your mom after we helped them out. Guess they were taking care of it but decided we could do better."

"They probably smelled Night Fury or Alpha on you cus of Toothless. Lets get the little one inside and warmed up. Toothless, calm down!"

Bones laid claim to the babe the second he saw it. Nobody was surprised. He even mashed up fish for the tiny dragon, chanting "my little dragon" to himself as the Night Fury fed. Toothless hovered around, watching Valka check the little one over.

"Girl. Blue eyes. About... six weeks after hatching? Maybe a couple more depending on if she was fed or not."

"Well, what you gonna call her Bones?"

There was no point fighting it; if the mother turned up Bones understood dragons enough to let her go, but otherwise he wasn't going to give up his new friend.

"Star!"

"Ok. Star it is. You have to be gentle. And no flying! Both of you will be far too small for a long time."

Standing a little out of the way while Toothless and Bones got to know Star better, Astrid shared looks with her lovers.

"If there's a baby Night Fury... doesn't that mean there are parent Night Furies somewhere?"

"It most certainly does. It means Toothless isn't alone."

Hiccup looked so ecstatic, happiness Astrid had only seen at the birth of their children writ across his face.

"We'll have to go looking."

"Well... not just yet babe. Those two are way too small for adventures just yet."

He regretfully agreed, especially when reminded as chief he couldn't just up and disappear. Still, it was nice to see that wanderlust spark hadn't died out completely.

Baby Night Furies, as it turned out, were noisy. Star squeaked and squealed for food four times a night, blending in the dark well enough that nobody but Toothless could find her as she ran about the house on speedy little legs. They found her in cupboards, fish barrels and beds constantly. Hiccup found her in his boot, spotted her trying to hide his metal leg under a table and Bones just laughed at his dragons antics.

"Star, stop stealing my limbs! I need them!"

She merely chittered in response, dashing to Bones and hiding between his legs. She knew she wouldn't get told off from there, especially not looking so small and cute.

Poor Shimmer found himself being used as a teething toy, Chomper kept almost stepping on her and the day she learnt to shoot tiny little plasma blasts was the last day their hut stayed un-scorched.

Star was an absolute pain in the butt.

But... she was hope and happiness. Hope for Toothless, and happiness for Bones.

So they would roll with it. For love.

-HTTYD-

Hey this is finally finished!

If you're dissatisfied with the ending... me too. I can never end things.