TheHaddocks didn't sleep that night.

Forhours they sat by Finn's side, keeping watch as he lay motionless,except for the occasional twitch of his eyebrows and the rise andfall of his chest. Mara checked the wound repeatedly throughout thenight. If there was one thing Hiccup hated, it was waiting.

Afterhours of staring into space and Astrid pacing, he finally stood andcrept to Adrianna's room. He smiled wanly at the sight of Erickslumped at the edge of her bed, nearly falling out of his chair.Adrianna was curled up on her side, one arm tucked beneath her head,the other holding Erick's hand. If any good came of this, it wasErick's support.

Thechief quietly grabbed a few blankets and lay one on each of the kids.Erick stirred for a second before relaxing again. Hiccup brieflyconsidered waking him up and telling him to go home, get somecomfortable rest; he decided against it, knowing that the boywouldn't leave Adrianna.

Heleft the door cracked open and went back to Finn's room, leaning inthe doorway as Astrid smoothed their son's hair and blankets for themillionth time. His skin had become clammy the last few hours as hisbody tried to heal itself. The wound had become an angry red aroundthe stitches. Mara said as long as no fluid came from the wound andFinn didn't come down with a fever, things were alright.

Hisprosthetic squeaked and Astrid looked up at him. He hated thatexhausted, terrified look in her eyes, accented by dark circles and ahalf done braid. With all that they'd been through together withtheir children, he'd begun to hope things wouldn't always be so hard,that things would slow down and their kids could have a normal lifewithout something going wrong at every turn.

Assoon as he'd thought that, he'd discovered the truth about Brandynand how he'd mistreated his baby girl. Things hadn't slowed downsince.

"Hiccup."

Hemet her eyes, wondering if the same haunted look was mirrored in hisown eyes. Astrid pulled his empty chair closer to her and patted itgently. He sighed and joined her, taking her hand.

Theysat side by side, watching their son breathe. Mara would be back soonto check the wound again. As calm and direct as the healer was, theycould see in her eyes how tragic the ordeal was and that she toowished they weren't in this situation.

"Iwish I wasn't the chief," Hiccup whispered. "So we couldpack up the kids and just... go."

Astridsqueezed his hand, nodding. "That would be nice."

Hiccupdidn't want to feel self pity for what had happened, but once againhe found himself asking why his kids couldn't catch a break? Itwasn't fair to belittle any losses and struggles other children andteenagers had faced, but he couldn't think of one that was thisextreme. It seemed like a constant occurrence, a black cloud hangingover their heads and waiting to see where the lightning would strikenext.

Astridleaned into his chest and wrapped her blanket around them."Adrianna?"

"Sleeping.Erick is still with her."

"Hm...I think if you hadn't banished them, Erick would have killed themhimself."

"Ithink at this point we would have a riot on our hands. Too manypeople were tired of Cale and all of his issues. He had plenty ofchances."

Astridopened her mouth to reply when Finn suddenly stirred, a groan forcingits way out of his mouth. Instantly they were on their feet, loomingover him.

"Finn?"Astrid asked, smoothing his hair back even as his face twisted inpain.

"What...happened..."

Astridnearly cried with relief and kissed his forehead.

Finnexhaled shakily, feeling his side beneath the white wrappings. "Gods,did I break my ribs?"

Hiccupbreathed a laugh. "Not quite, kiddo."

Astridchecked Finn's forehead for a fever and he turned away with agroan. "Ugh stop... smothering..."

"Astrid,let the boy breathe."

"He'sdone nothing but breathe," Astrid replied, still playingwith her son's hair. "How do you feel?"

"LikeI got ran over by a wagon."

"Finn,I'm serious. Does your head hurt at all? Are you cold?"

"No.What happened?"

"Whatdo you remember?" Hiccup asked gently.

Finnrubbed his eyes. "Um... I was... trying to stop Cale..." Suddenlyhis eyes snapped back open and he jerked to his elbows. "Anna-"He gasped at the pain lacing up his torso at the sharp movement.

"No,don't get up!," Astrid put her hands on his chest. She quicklychecked his bandages to make sure there was no blood.

"Staydown, Finn." Hiccup said calmly, a hand on his shoulder. "Thelast thing you want to do is sit up right now."

"Nowyou tell me..." Finn hissed through the pain.

Hiccupglanced at the wrapped bandages. "Your sister is fine. Erick issleeping with her." Finn lifted his hand from his face with anamused smile and Hiccup paused. "No, wait."

Hisson laughed, a sound that he nearly wanted to cry over. But he had tofix his blunder, even as Astrid rolled her eyes up at him.

"They'rein the same room but not together."

Finngrinned despite the pain."Thanks, that really clears it up."

Astridshook her head. "Sometimes Hiccup."

"No,you two shouldn't have such dirty minds."

"Yeahyeah," Finn sighed, eyes drooping already. "But she'sokay?"

"Yes."Hiccup replied. "How did you know where she was?"

"Ididn't..." Finn frowned. "I was looking for her to talk and wasjust passing through. I'm glad I found her."

"Yousaved her, Finn." Hiccup squeezed his son's shoulder. "I can'tthank you enough."

"Don't,dad. She's my sister." Finn murmured, rubbing his eyes. "Howlong have I been here?"

"It'salmost morning so not even a full day yet." Astrid repliedgently. "Go back to sleep, Finn."

"Notwhile you guys are standing over me like a couple of creepers."

Hiccuprolled his eyes. "Listen to your mother."

Finnsmirked. "But I like being a rebel."

"Allthe same," Astrid kissed her son's forehead once again. "Youneed to rest. Go to sleep."

Oncehe stopped fighting it, Finn was asleep within a minute. Astridsighed and braced her forehead on her palm, shoulders shaking withrelief.

Hiccuprested his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. "He'll be okay,Astrid. He'll be okay."

Xxx

Thehealer's house was quiet when Adrianna finally stirred awake. Thelight filtering in through the thin curtains was grey with earlymorning air. Carefully, Adrianna rolled onto her back and stretched,wincing when her shoulder twinged painfully. She sighed and smiled atthe sight of Erick slumped beside her on the bed, body half fallingout of his chair, his hand loosely holding hers even in sleep. Athick blanket had slid down his shoulders and pooled around hiswaist.

Withhis face mashed into the crook of his elbow, he couldn't becomfortable. She almost wanted to wake him up and pull him beside heron the bed so he could at least be on a flat surface. Then again, heseemed to be fast asleep and hadn't noticed her wake up yet. Bestto let him sleep for now.

Carefully,Adrianna brushed a wavy strand of hair out of his eyes. He looked socalm and peaceful when asleep, that calculating eye and slight pinchof his brow smoothed over. She couldn't remember the last timeshe'd seen him in such a quiet state.

Erickhad stayed by her side all night, after Mara had cleared her and thebaby and sent her to bed. He'd held her hand, smoothed her hairback and whispered quiet assurances in her ear until she'dsuccumbed to exhaustion. She didn't remember falling asleep.Apparently he'd never left.

Thethought made her smile, despite what had happened yesterday. Ofcourse she wished no more bad things would happen to her and herfamily, and even now she desperately wanted to know if Finn was okay,but it was an amazing thing to see Erick's willingness to stickaround through thick and thin, no matter what.

Shegently brushed her fingers through his hair, watching him sleep,thinking through everything that happened yesterday. Her father hadbanished Cale and the other two boys. She was shocked that he hadn'tkilled them for what happened, because it seemed like something herdad would do for nearly killing Finn and daring to lay a hand on her.But she supposed, even then, her father was (mildly) merciful. Sheknew, however, that if they ever set foot on Berk again, there wouldbe no mercy left.

Erickdeeply inhaled, a frown on his face as he reached up and grabbed thehand still playing with his hair. "'at tickles..."

Adriannabreathed a laugh, whispering back, "Sorry."

Hegroaned, stretching his neck with a wince. "Ow."

"Youshould have gone home."

Erickfrowned at her. "I didn't want to."

"Yeah,but now you'll be uncomfortable all day." Adrianna said quietly.

"I'drather be uncomfortable with you than comfortable at home not knowingif you're okay." Erick said, rubbing his eyes. "How are youfeeling?"

Adriannashrugged. "My arm is sore."

Erickbrushed a finger against her eyebrow. "Your eye isn't as swollen.That's good."

"I'veactually got a headache now that I think about it," Adriannasighed, rolling over onto her back and stretching again. When shesighed and looked back up at him, his gaze was on her stomach. Sheglanced down, wondering if she was bigger than she'd been before,but no, she was still pregnant but not quite showing yet, so why washe looking...

"Doyou want a boy or a girl?"

Thequestion surprised her. Adrianna met his eyes quizzically, finding asmall smile on his lips. She breathed a laugh again and shook herhead. "I don't know... I think... I've always imagined it beinga boy." Erick smiled wider, head resting against his open palm."But I'd be fine either way."

"Ican see a little you running around this time next year." Erickmurmured, dragging his fingers up and down her wrist. Such a smalltouch to have her rapt attention.

Smiling,Adrianna twisted onto her side to lean onto her arm. "I guess we'llsee."

"Yup,"Erick agreed, his smile faltering. He twisted a strand of her hairaround his fingers carefully, almost as if it would break.

Adriannawondered why he suddenly looked so melancholy. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."Erick shook his head. "You guys just scared me, that's all."

Shefrowned, the day before's events playing through her head onceagain. "Yeah... I'm sorry."

"Don'tbe. It's not your fault." Erick swiftly pressed a kiss to theback of her hand. "Maybe after this we can start over now. Maybepeople will take a hint that you're not to be... mistreated."

Adriannascoffed. "Because the rest of the Archipelago has learned from themistakes of others."

"Iknow, but your dad has upped security. You're not going anywherewithout a guard, plus me or Cliff."

"Great..."Adrianna sighed, blowing a hair out of her eyes. "Now I getbabysitters."

Erickfrowned. "Well, can you blame him?"

"Ofcourse not," Adrianna replied, smoothing a wrinkle out of hisshirt. She hid a smirk when he looked down to watch her hand on hischest. Respectful he may be, he was still a man after all. Erickliked to be touched, too. She twisted one of the buttons at hiscollar as she thought, trying to return her thoughts back to thetopic at hand. "It will be fun to have my own little entourage."

Ericklooked back up at her. "Oh, Finn will have his own too. Once he'sallowed to leave."

"Yeah..."Adrianna frowned, dropping her hand to rest on his arm. She ignoredthe suspicious narrowing of his eyes when she traced circles aroundhis bicep. "How is Finn?"

Erickswallowed, but shrugged. "I haven't heard anything in awhile.Maybe we should go ask."

"Yes,"Adrianna slid to a sitting position, even while he stood andstretched. The edge of his shirt rode up to reveal his stomach and,grinning, Adrianna couldn't resist poking him right above his bellybutton.

"Gyah!"Erick jumped back, arms wrapped around his middle. "None of thatnow, this is serious."

Adriannagiggled and pulled open the already cracked door. By the time sheopened the door to her brother's room, her smile and humor hadevaporated. Astrid sat at the edge of Finn's bed, just as Erick hadbeen. Her dad was passed out in a second chair nearby, a blankettucked around him up to his chin. She smiled wanly even as shestepped closer to her mom and took in her brother's condition.

Finnwas breathing evenly, but his skin seemed pale and clammy. He wasshirtless except for thick white cloths wrapped around his torso anda few thick blankets. She gently rested the back of her hand to hischeek and winced. "He's warm."

"That'snormal," Astrid said tiredly. "As long as he doesn't get afever..."

"Helooks better than I did," Erick murmured.

Adriannaglanced at him, remembering those long nights staying by his sidewith his leg injury. As if on cue, his prosthetic squeaked when hemoved to pull Astrid's blanket back over her shoulders. She smiledup at him gratefully.

"Didhe wake up at all?" Adrianna asked.

"Afew hours ago," Astrid said, a small smile on her face. "He was alittle disoriented, but... he was really worried about you."

Adriannasmiled, pulling his blanket up farther. "Daddy said last week thateven if he can be a jerk sometimes, Finn would do anything for me. Ididn't believe him after all the arguments we've had. But now Iunderstand what he meant."

Astridput an arm around her waist in a side hug. "He never stoppedcaring. He just has a hard time showing it sometimes with that bigstubborn brain."

Adriannaand Erick laughed a little. Before anyone could comment further, astrangled whine from outside made them jump.

"Whatwas..." Adrianna asked, turning toward the window in time to see ablue and green mass hurdle passed.

"AROOO!"The sound of claws on the front door made them simper.

"Zap..."Astrid murmured, glancing sadly at Finn. "She must have gotten outof her pen."

"AROOOOOOOO!!!"More scratching sounds at the door.

Hiccupstirred, instantly sitting up and rubbing his face. "Gotta getZap..."

"No,it's okay, Hiccup," Erick said, already heading out the door."I'll get her."

Adriannasmiled after him, grateful for his constant support. He'd sat withher all night and was going out of his way to help her parents. Hetruly was the best friend she could ever hope for.

"I'llgo help," She said quietly, stepping out of the room.

"Adri,it's cold outside, you should stay in." Astrid stood.

"I'llbe right back in, I promise. Maybe I can help calm her down."

"Alright..."

Adriannastepped outside to see Erick talking to Zap. The Shockjaw keptwhining and backing away from him, prancing in front of the healer's.She straightened when she saw Adrianna and tried to nose passed theyoung man.

"Nowait, Zap..." Erick pushed against her shoulder, but the dragonwouldn't budge.

"Zappy..."Adrianna crooned, holding out her hands.

TheShockjaw sniffed her up and down, checking her favorite girl out forinjuries. She even nuzzled her stomach for a moment before trying topush past her to the door.

"No,Zap." Adrianna said, helping Erick to keep her away from the door."You can't go inside."

TheShockjaw tossed her head with an indignant growl.

"Youcan't, he's sleeping." Adrianna insisted.

"AROO!"

"Shh..."Erick hushed her gently. "It's okay, he'll be okay."

Zap'swings shimmered with pent up electricity as she hopped back, whining.

Adrianna'seyes burned. She'd never seen the dragon act this way. Then again,she'd never been separated from Finn for more than a few hoursbefore. "Zap... Finn's okay. He'll be okay."

Zaphowled and practically threw herself into the dirt, curling up into aball and turning away from them. Erick and Adrianna blinked at eachother, surprised by the cold treatment. Adrianna crept closer andgently rubbed the dragon's scales behind her ears, careful of herelectrified wings mere inches away. But she knew the dragon wouldn'tintentionally hurt her. She was only mourning, just like they were.

"It'sokay, Zappy," Adrianna murmured. "Finn will be okay."

TheShockjaw didn't move or reply. She merely wrapped her tail aroundherself and stared at the window that led into Finn's room.

Erickslid his hands onto her shoulders. "Annie, you should go backinside."

Adriannafelt terrible for the dragon, but knew there was nothing else thatshe could do for her. Maybe her dad would know, being the DragonMaster and all. Silently she stood and allowed Erick to lead her backinside just as Mara came down the stairs.

"Whatare you doing out of bed? And outside??" Mara pointed to her roomwith a stiff finger. "Off you go!"

Adriannaobeyed, smiling when she heard Mara telling Erick that she thoughtwith all his coddling last night, how he allowed her to get past him.Adrianna climbed into bed with a sigh, content to wrap herself inblankets and lay around all day. Maybe Erick could run to her houseand bring her a book or something.

Thesoft pitter patter of rain against the window grabbed her attentionand she frowned, feeling terrible that her brother's dragon wassitting in the rain, waiting for her boy to come outside and playlike he did every morning.

Xxx

"Erick,"Adrianna moaned, "Would you still love me if I threw up right now?"

"Whywouldn't I?" Erick chuckled, rubbing her back while she hoveredover a bucket.

"Becausegirls are supposed to be cute and pretty and not gross and pukey."She mumbled, wiping her mouth and moving the bucket far away. "I'llunderstand if you want to flee from me and find someone sexier."

"Whatif I find puking sexy?" He winked at her.

"ThenI must be the sexiest woman alive." Adrianna moaned. "You don'thave to be here."

Thiswas true. Adrianna had told him he could go home and get some realrest, but he insisted on staying. Besides, they were still waitingfor Finn to wake up. After all, if they were married, he wouldn'thave an excuse to leave. He didn't want to leave her whether theywere single or married. Well, not that this was practicing... was it?The thought made Erick's head spin a bit.

"Iam happy to serve you any way you need."

"Canyou have this baby for me?"

Ericklaughed. "I wish, but I'm afraid my talents don't stretch thatfar."

Adriannahuffed and flopped back onto the bed with a huff, curling up onto herside with a pout. Her eyes fluttered shut when another bout ofwooziness hit her. "I hate this."

Hesimpered and gently brushed her hair back away from her neck. "I'msorry. It will be worth it one day." He bent down and gently kissedher forehead.

"Hmm..."Adrianna sighed, eyes still closed and seemingly boneless under histouch.

Erickswallowed, still brushing her hair back. How many years had hethought about doing this? How long did he wonder if he'd ever havethe opportunity? He'd always had some kind of fixation on her hair,though he could never understand why.

He'dnever seen Brandyn hold her like she was special. He'd never seenhim give her a gift that she really wanted, and he'd never heardBrandyn tell her just how special she was. Not that theirrelationship was completely false and not that he thought Brandyn wasalways a scumbag. Who knows why he decided to take the routehe did. Erick didn't particularly care; he'd kill the guy thenext time they crossed paths.

Butsince Erick first realized his feelings, all he wanted to do was makeher happy. He knew he'd fail and she'd fail him sometimes. Theyweren't perfect. But he knew who she was and how she felt; he kneweverything about her just as she knew everything about him. Nothingmade him happier than seeing her smile and be truly happy. She'dbeen through so much. He was determined more than ever to make herhappy. Adrianna Haddock's life would be miserable no longer.

Ericktrailed his fingertips down her neck and she exhaled slowly with acontented hum. He didn't know what he was doing, but apparently itwas helping her relax and ease her discomfort.

Whenthe door suddenly opened, Erick retracted his hand, almost afraid ofthe expression Hiccup would give him if he saw them so close and himtouching her. Not that he thought he was doing anything wrong, butafter Brandyn, and now Cale, Joel and Frey, Erick doubted the chiefwanted anyone touching his daughter.

Erickwas shocked to see his mother walk in the room. Her brow pinched whenAdrianna groaned and sat up, muttering under her breath at thedisruption. She too looked at the woman in surprise.

"Himom..." Erick hedged carefully.

"Erick."Lara's expression smoothed over. She took a single step closer,turning her eyes to the blonde sitting on the bed. "Adrianna. Iwanted to apologize to both of you for my behavior these last weeks.It was not kind or mature for that matter, and I am sorry forbelieving the rumors." Lara sighed. "I tend to take people attheir word and not investigate further. I should have spoken to you,Erick, instead of... assaulting you. I am sorry."

Erickwanted to be angry for the slap she'd dealt him, but he couldn'tfind it in himself to remain angry. The fact alone that his motherwas willing to apologize to both of them face to face was good. Shewas willing to admit she was wrong. He couldn't ask for more.

"Iforgive you, mom." Erick said.

Adriannaswallowed and finally reached out a hand. "Can we... start over?"

Larasmiled ever so slightly before taking the girl's hand in her own.In all the years of their friendship, Erick couldn't remember atime when his mother had held Adrianna's hand. "I'd like that,dear. Especially if things start to... progress." She smiledknowingly at her son.

Ericksmiled sheepishly at the Adrianna, feeling a blush warm his cheeks.

DroppingAdrianna's hand, his mother sighed. "We'll have to discussthings with the family, at least to clear the air. Nikolas needs toapologize as well."

Frowning,he stared up at her. "Nikolas? For what?"

"Well,he's the one who told me that you two..." Lara waved a hand inthe air. "Well it doesn't matter."

Erickheart leaped in his chest, a fire he didn't usually feel burning inhis veins. He slowly stood, his prosthetic squeaking. "No. What didhe say?"

Laraheld his eyes and didn't reply. He could see that she didn't wantthe family to have anymore issues, that she wished she could takeback the words she'd already begun to say. But he was smart enoughto figure out what she was withholding. Now he knew just who'dstarted the rumors.

Adriannagently grabbed his hand and squeezed. "Erick, it's fine." Shemurmured, trying to pull him back into his chair. "Just ignore it."

"No."Erick said quietly. "I can't let this one go." He released herhand and breezed past his mother, both females sputtering behind him."I'll be back in a bit, Annie."

Larafollowed him out the door. "Erick, don't do anything stupid."

Erickwhirled on her, aware of the chief and Mara talking quietly nearby.Their conversation died when they saw the Larsons. "Mom, I've putup with his garbage my entire life. I've sat back, I've let itgo, I've ignored it. I've even forgiven him. But this,"Erick shook his head angrily. "There is no coming back from this."

Withthat, he turned and stalked out the door, leaving his mother standingin the healer's. He was halfway across the square when he heardjogging steps behind him.

"Erick!"Hiccup grabbed his arm, which he roughly jerked out of his grasp."What's going on?"

"Youshould be with Finn." Erick snapped, incensed.

"Notwhen you look like you're going to kill someone," Hiccup repliedcalmly. "What's wrong?"

"Youcan't stop this one, chief." Erick growled. "Come along if youwant but I'm not stopping until I say what I have to say."

"Atleast tell me where we're going."

"No."

Witha sigh, the chief followed him. Erick didn't care how rash he wasbeing, he didn't care if the chief didn't want any more badthings going on. He'd decided to follow and if he wouldn't turnback, then he'd have to watch the show. But Erick didn't plan todeal any blows. He just wanted to know why.

Hisolder brother worked at the fishery, which was just down the roadfrom the square. Erick descended the steps quickly, the step-thunkof his gait matching the chief's as he followed close behind.

Erickheard the talking and laughter of the local fisherman in the hutbefore he saw them. He marched into the belly of the room, surroundedby large basins of fish and nets. The men's' conversation died downwhen they saw their chief walk in.

"Chief,"A tall man strode forward, holding out a hand. "Good to see you.How's your son?"

"He'salright, Jarvis," Hiccup said.

Erickignored their pleasantries, eyes scanning the room for his brother."Where's Nikolas?"

Thedark-haired man raised an eyebrow at the demand, but calmly pointedup the stairs. "He's up there gathering some nets- what's goin'on?"

Erickwas already halfway up the ladder. He vaguely registered Hiccuptelling the men to let him go, but he ignored everything else when hereached the top and saw his brother returning with a handful ofnetting in his arms.

Nikolasfrowned, dark hair swept across his brow. "What are you doinghere?"

"You'rethe one who started the rumor." Erick spat.

Hisbrother rolled his eyes. "You really live for drama, don't you?"Nikolas tried to push past but Erick blocked his way. "Get out ofthe way, Erick."

"No."Erick growled. "Look me in the eye and tell me it wasn't you, andI will go away."

Nikolasglared, saying nothing.

Erickshook his head angrily. "Why?"

"Igot my information right from the horse's mouth."

"Whatare you talking about!"

"Iheard your argument with Finn before they left to go find Adrianna,after she took off!" Nikolas sneered.

"Ican't believe you." Erick snapped, ignoring the sound of Hiccupcoming up the ladder behind him. "That was a private conversation!"

"It'snot my fault you were so loud."

"No,you purposely listened in on our conversation and twisted theinformation that you had no business knowing!" Erick yelled,stomping closer to his brother. "You had no right!"

Hiccupstepped closer to them. "Easy, Erick. We don't need to go toblows over this."

Nikolassmirked. "Yes, listen to the chief. Haven't you gotten in enoughfights this year?"

Erickwanted nothing more than to punch his brother's teeth out rightthere, but obviously that would only prove them right. His body shookwith rage, his heart ramming in his chest.

"Whywould you do this to me?" Erick demanded. "You know I care abouther. I'd never do that to her. Why would you go around thevillage and spread that kind of thing?"

"Itwas stupid, I admit it!" Nikolas snapped. "Finn laid it all out.How else was I supposed to take it?"

Erickstepped in closer. "Do you know what they do to people whoeavesdrop on the heirs?"

Hiccupfrowned. "Erick-"

"Please,what are they going to do? It's not like it was over anything-"Nikolas stopped.

BothErick and Hiccup glared at him.

"Wantto finish that sentence?" Hiccup breathed.

Nikolashung his head. "No sir."

"No,"Erick sneered. "He doesn't have the guts."

Nikolastossed his head. "At least I don't beat around the bush. You'rethe most wishy washy person I've ever met!"

"Youwant to hear it then? Fine! I love Adrianna! I want to marry hersomeday! I care about her more than anything in this world and I willnot sit here and let YOU insult her! I would never saysomething about Mel to anybody! I respect her more and I daresay Ieven respect you a little more than that!"

Hiccuprested a hand on Erick's shoulder, trying to push him back. "Okay."

Nikolasscoffed. "So what about the kid? What do you know about raisingkids?"

"Idon't see any kids running around your ankles! I hope it neverhappens because you'd be a terrible parent!"

Hiccupjerked. "Erick!"

Hurtflashed in Nikolas's eyes. Erick didn't care. For once, hisbrother's hardened shell was breaking.

"Youdon't know anything, Erick." Nikolas said through gritteeth. "You're just a stupid kid."

"You'reright, I'm just a stupid kid. But at least I'm not a selfishjerk."

"Donot speak to me or my wife ever again." Nikolas sneered throughgrit teeth. "Don't expect help from us on your next crisisbecause we won't be there."

Erickscoffed, backing toward the stairs. "Like I've ever needed youfor anything."

"Guys,come on." Hiccup said, even as Erick stomped down the ladder andleft his older brother in the loft. He pushed his way through thedead silent crowd of men and stomped back up the planks toward thevillage. He ducked between the nearest rows of houses and barns, hisbreathing accelerating in his anger.

Finallywith a scream of rage, he turned and slammed his arm into a wall.Pain laced up his forearm, but he didn't care. At the last secondhe knew not to hit the wall directly with his hand. He didn't wantto break it. He leaned against the wall, palms flat, angrily staringat the ground.

Aminute passed before he heard the step-thunk in the grass. Heheard nothing as Hiccup stood there and stared at him. Erick made nomove to speak. He was sick of trying, tired of having a brother whocared nothing about the feelings and honor of others. He was done.

"Youshould not have said that."

Erick'sanger returned. "I was standing up for Adrianna."

"I'mnot talking about that."

Erickwhirled around and faced the chief. "Which part then? The partwhere I haven't needed him a day in my life?"

"Thepart where you hope he never has children." Hiccup glared, patiencewearing thin.

"It'strue, he'd be the worst father-"

"Meljust had a miscarriage, Erick."

Erickstilled, the ire in his chest dimming. "What?"

Hiccupstared back at him, green eyes hard.

Guiltrose up in his chest. "When?"

"Acouple of weeks ago."

Erickbit his lip and shook his head. "Another prime example of nobodytelling me anything."

"Maybethey had a reason."

"Therealways is."

"Erick,knock it off." Hiccup finally snapped. "I understand standing upfor yourself and my daughter. I appreciate that. But do you know whatit is like to lose a child?"

Thepain in his voice made Erick pause. Astrid had once told him abouttheir miscarriage, the pain they'd gone through. How crushed Hiccuphad been. He shook his head. "No."

"Thendon't you ever say that to someone again." Hiccup said ina deadly quiet voice.

Ericknodded, but couldn't help saying his next thought. "I hope youunderstand that I can't apologize for it. He wouldn't hear it ifI tried."

Hiccupshrugged. "I can't force you to do anything. You're bothadults, you do what you feel is right. Just understand that I will dowhat is best for my daughter, who you suddenly seem so passionateabout marrying."

Erickfroze. "W-well, I... we... haven't talked about anythingspecific. Outside of dating."

Hiccup'seyes were narrowed to thin slits, his arms crossed tight across hischest.

"Iwas going to talk to you soon, but after everything yesterday...."Erick sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Honest. We haven't plannedon hiding anything. Like we could if we tried."

"Oh,I know that." Hiccup muttered gruffly.

Worrygnawed in the pit of his stomach. If he didn't have Hiccup'sapproval, then-

Hiccupsighed heavily. "Let's talk about this later. I want to check onFinn." He brushed passed Erick and left him standing in the alley.

"Yeah.Me too." Erick muttered to himself before turning and following thechief back to the healer's.

Xxx

"Baba ba-ba babuh, ba ba ba-ba babuh," Cliff hummed a random tune ashe pounded on his work desk with a few pencils. "My. Job. Is-soBor-ing. My. Job. Is-so Bor-ing. My job. Is-so-"

"Cliff."

Embarrassed,Cliff swiveled in his chair and grinned at his annoyed boss. "YesHorst?"

"Pleasestop."

"Okay."Cliff deflated. Literally, he deflated, his chin hitting his deskwith a loud smack, his work tools clattering across the desk. "Ow."

Horstsighed from behind him. He could imagine his boss rubbing his eyesand pulling on his face like Erick did sometimes.

Erick.Man, he missed his man, his bruh, his brohsky. Life sucked when hewas stucked in a horrid place such as this, with no one's ear totalk off (since Horst had literally threatened to tape his mouth shutbefore they even broke for lunch).

Hebasically had no work to do. Even with Erick taking a few days off tohelp with Adrianna and Finn, there was little work to do. Aunt Marawouldn't let him inside the healer's to see if Adrianna and Finnwere okay. He'd been told that Adrianna would be released todaysometime, but still, he wanted to know if Finn was okay! He wouldn'tdo anything stupid! He just wanted to make sure he wasn't dying! Atleast so he could tell Zap that he was okay...

Thepoor dragon hadn't moved an inch all day. She'd been layingoutside the window in the hot summer heat, unmovingly staring at thepaned glass as if she was waiting for Finn to walk past at anysecond. Of course, he wouldn't.

PerHiccup's instructions, he'd gotten a few buckets of salt water topour over the dragon's scales while he was on his lunch break. Thedragon survived best in wet locations, and since she refused to flyor leave the healer's, the chief was worried her scales would gettoo dry.

Thathad been the "most exciting" part of his day. Sitting arounddoing nothing with nobody to talk to. He was bored and stressed andgradually getting more irritated as the day wore on. It was hot andmuggy and his curly hair wouldn't stay out of his eyes and dang it,if he had to stay silent for one more minute-

"AlrightCliff, get out of here."

Cliffnearly jumped out of his chair, almost toppling his desk. "Really???"

Horststood with a sigh. "It's a thousand degrees in here and wehaven't had work in hours. Let's go home early, check on theHaddocks."

"SWEETTHANKS HORST!"

Cliffdidn't wait to hear a response. He bolted from the leather shopbefore Horst could change his mind. He ran to the healer's andpounded on the door. "Aunt Mara!!! Let me in!!!!!"

Amuffled response: "No, Cliff."

"ThenI'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down!"

Thedoor swung open to reveal his very tired, very irritated aunt. "Thisis not a game, Cliff."

"Iknow that!" Cliff said, throwing out his arms in his angst. "Iwill wash my hands and arms, I'll do whatever you want. I won'teven breathe for ten whole minutes. I just want to see if he'sokay. Please??"

Maratightened her hold on the door. "Cliff. I can't risk Finn gettingany infection."

Cliffsighed, completely crestfallen. He never cried, but he seriouslywanted to cry.

Hisaunt's shoulders dipped before she released the door. For a secondhe thought she was letting him in, but instead she wrapped him in ahug.

"Iknow you're worried about your friend, Cliff." Mara said, pullingback and holding eye contact. "But he's more than just a friend.He's our future chief."

Cliffnodded.

"He'sbeen sleeping most of the day. He woke up early this morning but Iwasn't there to talk to him. I need to know without a shadow of adoubt that he'll be alright before I allow visitors in. Do youunderstand?"

"Yes."

"Alright.I will contact you when you can see him."

Cliffsighed, rubbing his eyes roughly. "Okay."

Marapatted his arm before turning and closing the door, leaving him onthe porch alone.

Cliffsighed again and walked around the side of the house. He wassurprised to see Hiccup there gently talking to Zap, who waspointedly ignoring the man. Toothless stood on her other side,rumbling at her sympathetically.

"Heychief."

Hiccupglanced up at him. "Hey Cliff." The chief held up a large fish infront of the Shockjaw's face. "Come on, Zappy. You have to eatsomething."

Zapstirred, but only to twist her face away from the fish. A low, sadmoan rumbled in her throat as she stared at the window once more.

Hiccupsighed and rubbed her scales. "I know, girl. I know."

"Ishe okay?" Cliff asked tentatively, despite his aunt's words amere minute ago.

Thelook on Hiccup's face as he gently stroked zap's snout nearlybroke the teenager's heart. "He's fighting a fever."

Clifffelt like his chest might collapse in on itself. He didn't know whatthey'd do if Finn didn't... no. Finn would be okay. He was alwaysokay in the end.

Toothlessleaned over her and pressed his nose against Zap's temple. Withoutwarning, she twisted and lashed out against the Night Fury, wingsshimmering with an electric pulse. Cliff gasped when Hiccup leapedaway and shoved his body in front of Cliff.

Toothlessslowly backed away with his wings angled down, his head reclinedtoward the ground. Zap growled at him again and still the Night Furybacked away.

"What'she doing?" Cliff breathed.

"Assertingher dominance." Hiccup whispered back. Zap swiveled toward them andthe chief tensed. "No sudden moves."

TheShockjaw growled low in her throat at them. Nearly a minute passedbefore Zap finally snapped her jaws at them, curled up against thedirt and plopped back into her previous seat to stare at the window.

Cliffswallowed hard. He'd never seen his friend's dragon act likethat. Even though she'd gone back to pointedly ignoring them, hecould still see the shimmer beneath her wings and the tenseness ofher muscles.

"Okay,"Hiccup murmured. "Back away slowly."

Cliffobeyed and within a few moments, they were a safe distance away. Whenthey reached the front of Mara's house, they collectively sighed. Amoment later Toothless joined them, shaking his thick hide.

"Youokay, bud?" Hiccup asked, inspecting his dragon's face.

Toothlesssnorted and sniffed Cliff up and down as if to check for injuries.Once satisfied that the boy was unharmed, the Night Fury turned andstalked off, clearly finished with the situation.

Cliffwiped his sweaty face on his sleeve. "I've never seen Zap soaggressive."

"Allshe cares about right now is Finn." Hiccup sighed. "Don'tapproach her anymore. I'll take care of her from now on."

"Whatif she attacks you?" Cliff asked nervously.

"Shewon't."

"Howdo you know?"

"Ifshe wanted to attack us, she would have." Hiccup said patiently."She's just afraid and angry."

Cliffsighed, nodding in agreement. He stared sadly at the house. Zapwasn't the only one who wanted in.

Thechief seemed to notice his distress. "Finn will be okay."

Astray curl dropped into Cliff's eyes and he tossed his headforcefully. "I hope so."

"Hewill be." Hiccup turned and faced the rest of the village. "Whydon't you find something fun to do?"

Clifffrowned. "The people I usually hang out with are in there."

"Surelythere's someone else out here who could use a little spontaneity?"Hiccup smiled.

Clifflooked around the village, eyes scanning the various people out andabout at this hour. Nothing struck him as inspiring until he saw theseamstress's house and he brightened.

"Ido believe that there is someone else out there who could use alittle spontaneity!" He grinned at the chief before taking off downthe street. "Thanks!"

Hethought he heard a laugh from the chief as he left, but he keptmoving toward Grandma Ingerman's house, now excited to see what funwas in store for him today.

Xxx

Tarynlifted the almost finished basket in her hands to inspect her work.With a grimace, she continued her weaving, sparing only a glance atBerk's head seamstress when she pointed out a flaw.

"Youmust twist that section there, loop it down and under... there. A fewmore twists and your basket will be complete!"

Tarynchewed her lip as she worked, while Grandma Ingerman bustled aboutthe room and inspected Morgan's work. The other girl hadn't beenworking at the seamstress's shop long, but the work seemed to keepthe formerly frivolous girl in check. Taryn herself had taught theother girl sewing and had even given her some pointers in cooking.

Itwas a little strange to hang out with Morgan, who used to be such amean girl in the village, back when she dated Cale. Even before she'ddated Cale. But since their relationship had ended due to himcheating on her with Dana, Morgan had seemed to have taken a realitycheck and reevaluated her friendships.

Tarynheld up her finished basket with a satisfied sigh. Her fingers werered from twisting the reeds most of the day, but she was proud ofherself. Grandma Ingerman taught her many things--cooking, cleaning,baking, weaving, amongst other things.

Initiallyher parents had gotten her the job with the seamstress because ayoung woman needed to be "molded into the role of spouse andmother". While Taryn wanted those things very much, she'd been abit put out by the idea when she was thirteen. She wished she couldgo out and play with all the other kids. She was tired of dresses andtight braids and uncomfortable boots. For once she wanted to let herhair down and just breathe.

She'dadjusted into the role easier than she'd expected. Grandma Ingermanloved teaching young women and adored having them in her shop. Shetreated them as if they were her own daughters. The robust womanalways had a smile on her face and put in a good word to everyone shemet. She always offered good advice and made the BEST brownies in theArchipelago. Even Finn couldn't refute that (and he madesurprisingly good brownies).

Morganhuffed and flopped back in her chair, eyeing Taryn's finishedbasket. "How can you have finished that thing already? We've onlybeen sitting here since lunch."

Tarynset her basket beside her chair with a small smile. "You're stilllearning."

"It'sso pretty!"

"Ohno," Taryn laughed, pushing hers underneath her chair behind herfeet. "It's terrible. It has plenty of flaws."

"Don'tbe ridiculous, you're good at everything you do." Morgan pouted.

Tarynsnorted. "At least you know how to flirt with boys."

Morganrolled her eyes. "Yeah. Such an admirable quality."

"Nownow, Miss Morgan," Grandma Ingerman said from her rocking chair,her fingers flying through her weaving even as she looked at thegirls. "You do too have many bright qualities. You're a lovelyyoung woman, just as Taryn is. Any young man would be proud to haveyour hand."

Morganpursed her lips. "I'm tired of boys."

Tarynsmiled at her sympathetically.

TheIngerman matriarch sighed. "Yes, I don't blame you. But keep yourchin up, dear. Keep learning the trade and making new friends worthkeeping. One day one of these boys will mature up and sweep you offyour feet. I guarantee it."

Morgan'slips quirked in a small smile. Taryn couldn't help smiling herselfas she reached for a handful of reeds to start another basket.

Footstepssounded outside the door then suddenly changed to a scuffle, followedby a body hitting the ground and the sound of baskets clatteringagainst the porch. The girls snickered at the sound of a strangledyelp before the door swung open wide to reveal Cliff, who had a smallbasket on his head with the handle caught around his chin like ahelmet.

"Ladies!I have arrived!" Cliff proclaimed with arms open wide. He steppedinside and nearly tripped on the other basket stuck around his ankle.

Morganslumped with a loud whine. "Awwww Cliff! I just finished that oneyesterday!"

"Ohgods, I am so sorry!" Cliff lifted his foot and scrabbled for thebasket, hopping backwards and getting it stuck on his boot every timehe pulled. "I'll fix it-WHAAAAA!!!"

Theboy flew onto his back, landing amongst a pile of sewing materials. Aloud crash sounded when all sorts of baskets of cloth and thread andnewly weaved baskets crashed to the floor.

"Goodness!"Grandma Ingerman hopped from her chair, weaving forgotten and joinedTaryn in aiding the boy to his feet. "Are you alright, my boy?"

"Ohyes! I'm fantabulous!" Cliff grinned, yanking the basket off hisfoot at last. "I have to say: That was sew close."

Tarynblinked and then snorted loudly, even as Morgan groaned. "That waspunny."

"Ialways told you I was a..." Cliff wiggled his eyebrows, lifting thebroken basket. "Basket case!"

GrandmaIngerman joined Taryn in laughter.

Morganfrowned. "I'm going to sew your lips shut."

"Wellthat wouldn't be very ice." Cliff said with wide eyes, pointingto a nearby jar of water with ice cubes floating at the rim.

"OhhhhI'll show you ICE!" Morgan stomped to her feet.

"Now,Morgan, what do we ladies do when we're annoyed?"

"Besidesknock out stupid boys??"

"Yes,besides knock out cute and adorable boys." GrandmaIngerman smiled as she hugged Cliff around the shoulders and held himclose.

Cliffgasped and flung his arms around the woman. "I do love a good hug."

Taryncovered her mouth with her hand to fight the wide grin. Cliff wassuch a goof and so much fun, and so unbelievably clumsy, she couldhardly understand how he'd lived this long without obtaining anyserious injuries.

Morganuncrossed her arms with a huff and walked away. "Oh nevermind. I'llget a broom."

"Goodidea, dear." Grandma Ingermann said, stepping back from Cliff andlooking him up and down for injuries. "What can I do for you, myboy?"

"Ahwell," Cliff began. "I am in search of someone to share in anadventure."

Tarynsnorted when Grandma Ingerman gasped. "Really now? Pray tell, whomight you ask to join you on this grand adventure?" Taryn began topick up rolls of cloth and reorganized some of the baskets while theytalked.

"Well,I thought I'd ask a certain auburn haired girl who is a friend ofmine."

"Ohhhhsounds like fun! I wonder what she'll say!"

"Idon't know, I guess we'll have to wait and see what she says!"

Tarynsmiled, still picking up the mess of things around them, waiting tohear the rest of their conversation. The room was silent for a fewmoments before Cliff whispered, "How long do you think it will takeher to realize we were talking about her?"

Tarynblinked and turned back to them in surprise. Cliff and her boss werestanding there with equally teasing smiles on their faces. "Wait,me?"

"Wellyeah, cuppycake, you're the only auburn haired friend I have!"

Tarynraised an eyebrow. "Cuppy... cake?"

"Yes,I just called you a cupcake." Cliff leaned in real close as if toshare a secret. "It's a term of endearment."

Morganscoffed nearby as she swept.

Tarynblushed and turned away, fighting a smile. "What kind of adventurewould you like to embark on, Cliffster?"

Cliffsmirked at the name. "I dunno. Let's go hunting for trolls orhunt for seashells or raid the chief's Terror house!"

"Yeah,Erick did that once, I don't think we want to repeat that..."

"Ohyeah, that's right... Ma bruh used to be so adventuresome, beforehe got his head stuck up in the clouds full of fantasies of-"

"Adrianna?"Morgan muttered.

GrandmaIngerman cleared her throat.

"Sorry."

"AnywayI dunno, whatever you want to do!" Cliff shrugged. "I'll evenchallenge you to a Chubby Bunny contest if you want."

"Ahno thanks," Taryn winced. "That's disgusting."

Cliff'ssilver grey eyes narrowed with challenge. "One day, Taryn Brand, Iwill challenge you to a Chubby Bunny contest and you will partake insaid contest. And win."

Herboss crowed with laughter across the room, as if the idea amused her.It must have because her face flushed pink. "I think my Taryn wouldmuch rather go starfish fishing, Cliffie."

"Ohhhgood idea!"

Tarynpaused in surprise. "How does one go... starfish fishing?"

Cliffgiggled in sudden excitement. "Ohohohohohoho I will show you! Assoon as you get off work."

"Whichwill be now." Grandma Ingerman promptly announced. "Go on girls,you can have the rest of the day off."

Morgandropped the broom with a thankful sigh. "Thank you." She quicklyretrieved the broom and returned it to its rightful place.

"Wahoo!!"Cliff exclaimed. "Our bosses are quite generous today."

"Awbut Grandma, are you sure?" Taryn asked unsure, looking around themessy shop. Cliff glanced around at the mess sheepishly. "Youshouldn't have to clean up all by yourself."

"Dear,I've been cleaning homes my entire life, I don't mind doing itone more time." The old woman smiled and ushered the duo to thedoor, Morgan on their heels. "Go on, have fun!" To Taryn, shebent down and whispered in her ear, "Take advantage of goodopportunities, dearie. This one's a keeper!"

Tarynblushed as the old woman pushed the trio off the porch and shooedthem away to have "grand adventures". Morgan bid them goodbye andpromptly began walking away.

"Youdon't want to come?" Cliff called after her.

Morgangave him a wan smile and shook her head. "That's okay, Cliff.Thanks though."

Cliffpaused, then brightened. "I'll bring you back a starfish, okay?"

Theblonde smiled at his kindness and nodded once. "Thanks. I'll lookforward to it." Morgan turned and walked into the village, hands inher pockets and blonde curls bouncing on her shoulders as she went.

Tarynturned a look up at him, her heart warm. He was so tall, Cliff had tonearly look down at her, but his smile was bright.

"Thatwas nice of you."

"Yeahwell," Cliff shrugged. "She hasn't had it easy the last fewmonths, what with... Cale and everything." His tone was bitter. Shecould almost read his thoughts, as if he was thinking of Finn. Cliffshook himself and smiled again. "Morgan deserves some kindness too.She's one of us now."

Tarynsmiled warmly and followed him down the path toward the outskirts ofthe village. She wondered at his words. Did he like Morgan? Shedidn't want to overthink things and overanalyze, but she had towonder at least a little bit. Should she ask? Grandma Ingerman wasalways telling her to be brave and not be afraid to speak her mind,especially where boys were concerned. Boys could take every littlething at face value and get just as easily confused as girls, so agirl should never be afraid to speak her mind.

Shesmirked when he purposely wove between barrels and nearly trippedover his own feet in the process. "You're so clumsy."

"ThatI am!" Cliff grinned, catching himself on a barrel before heface-planted. "Life is more fun that way."

"Exceptwhen you spill coffee on your shirt."

"Hey,rude." Taryn snickered at his pout. "I don't know why I was evendrinking that. I don't even like coffee!"

"BecauseFinn dared you to a drinking contest and we weren't yet seventeen socoffee was the next best thing."

"Ohyeah." Cliff nodded. His thick brown curls bounced in everydirection as he walked. The day's humidity seemed to make his hairstand taller usual.

"Whereare we going?" Taryn finally asked.

Cliffsmiled mischievously as he took a turn down the docks. She followedhim down the planks and gazed at the open ocean for a moment,wondering where her little brother Alton might be. He'd been outtraveling with Johann for most of the year and they hadn't receivedany Terror Mail from in quite some time. As Berk was the one ofJohann's most important stops on his trade route, she knew theywould come o Berk soon. Turning back to Cliff, she smiled when hestopped at the fishery's shop, nearly throwing himself on thecountertop in an outrageous pose.

"Gentleman!I have a great and powerful need, and I am in need of your services!"He proclaimed with a wild grin.

"HelloCliff." The men of the fishery drawled without amusement. Onereached over and tossed him a bag, which squelched on the countertop.

Taryn'snose wrinkled. "What... is that?" Cliff opened the pouch brieflyto reveal several tiny fish. "Ew. What are we going to do withthat?"

"Iknow it smells unsavory, but no worries. Would I really lead youastray?"

"Youdid get trapped in the mountains with Erick once."

Cliffrounded back to the snickering fisherman. "Be quiet, Phil!"

"Andthe time you got stuck in a tarpit up to your waist and the chief hadto pull you out with Toothless?" The men chortled even as Cliff'sface turned a deep shade of red.

Taryntried to hide her grin. "When was this??"'

"Nevermind..."Cliff murmured, turning away from all the teasing. He paused for onemoment before waving his arm wildly over his head. "HI DAD!!!!!"

Tarynturned and waved at Mr. Smedley, who'd just arrived from the backwith a large basket of cod in his arms. The dark-haired man nodded atthem both in greeting.

"Yaknow dad, you should really get a better hold on your staff." Cliffcommented, throwing a careful stink eye over the men. "They'vebecome quite lazy in their efforts."

"Oy!"

"Heyno, that's not even true."

Mr.Smedley merely smiled and tossed Cliff another small bag of fish."Get out of here, kiddo. Have fun." He winked at Taryn playfullybefore turning back to his table.

Tarynblushed and followed her friend back down the gangplanks. Cliff'sembarrassment seemed to have passed, but she couldn't help but ask:"Trapped in a tar pit?"

Cliffsighed, leading her down a steep incline toward the beach. "I waseleven. I was bored and wanted to go out and have some adventure, soI trekked into the woods by myself. Well, Edna was there." Tarynnodded at the reference to his beloved Gronckle. "Anyway, I was soengrossed in my explorations that I stepped right into the tar pit.Lost my balance and got the other foot stuck... Edna went and got myparents, who went and got the Chief... Yeah..."

Tarynknocked him in the ribs with her elbow. "I'm glad they got youout."

Cliffbumped her back with a grin. "Me too! Sadly it still took a weekfor all the tar to come off..." He pouted. "Kids called me TarFeet back then."

"Thatsounds tar-ible!" Taryn looked up at him with wide eyes, laughingwhen he smirked back.

"Don'tsTARt."

Tarynlaughed and together they tossed puns and stupid jokes back and forthas they walked along the beach. The waves crashed along the shore andslid up the wet sand close enough to touch their boots. Taryn wasglad she'd worn pants and a looser top today. Her parents alwaysinsisted she wear nice clothes to be presentable, but on occasionthey'd allow her to wear more casual clothes. She wondered whatthey would think about this little impromptu expedition... with aboy...

Theidea of going anywhere outside their permission with a boy gave her aslight thrill of fear and maybe a dash of rebellion. She never didanything without her parents' knowledge, and she trusted Cliff.He'd never hurt a butterfly, let alone another person. He lovednature and people; sure he was a little scatterbrained and wild, buthe wasn't a bad guy. So her parents had nothing to fear.

Despitethe fun she was having with Cliff, however, she still had no ideawhere they were going.

Soonenough a large stack of black rock emerged in the distance. Bags offish in hand, Cliff bounded towards it and clambered up. He droppedthe bags and held a hand toward her.

"Comeon! It's just over the edge."

Taryneyed his hand skeptically. He lightly rolled his eyes, wiped it onhis pants to remove the fish grime that had leaked through the bags,and held it back out to her. His fingers were long and thin, hisfingertips stained brown from working leather. Yet his eyes werealight with mischief and excitement.

Shetook his hand and he carefully pulled her up onto the rock besidehim. After recollecting the bags, he skipped to the other side andslid down the edge. Taryn shook her head and followed, stopping atthe edge with a gasp.

"Welcometo my secret little oasis!" Cliff exclaimed from the sand.

Tarynhad never seen so many ocean creatures in one place. The black rockwas shaped into a horseshoe that merged with a shallow pool of water.Swimming in circles were dozens of little fish of various colors;starfish and sea cucumbers collected on the rocks underwater; theoccasional sting ray swam through the miniature cove, wings pumpingas if in flight.

Cliffgrinned as she finally reached down and took his outstretched hand."What do you think?"

"It'sbeautiful!" Taryn stepped closer in awe. "When did you findthis?"

"Abouta year ago." He paused. "I've actually never shown this placeto anyone before..."

"No?"Taryn turned in surprise. "Not even Grandma Ingerman?"

"Oh,she's the one who taught me how to go 'starfish fishing',"Cliff shrugged his fingers in mid-air. "But that was just down onthe beach somewhere. I bring her starfish and conch shellssometimes."

"Oh."Taryn turned back to the little oasis and watched the multi-coloredfish swim around.

Cliffknelt down beside the water and opened a bag of fish. "Come here."

Tarynsat criss-cross beside him and grimaced when he pulled out a handfulof fish. He stretched out on his belly and plunged his hand into thewater. Taryn watched in fascination as a stingray swam over andfluttered over his hand. A moment later it swam away, the fish gone.

"Whoa,cool!" Taryn leaned forward eagerly.

"Doyou want to try?"

"Ohno!" Taryn backed away with a soft laugh. "I couldn't."

"Whynot?" Cliff asked.

"Becausethat's not really... my thing..." Saying the words sounded wrong,even to her. Why exactly couldn't she do it? Because it wassomething new and different and completely out of her comfort zone?

"Yourparents aren't here, you know." Cliff said gently.

Tarynlooked at him in surprise.

"Youdon't have to put up a false pretense for my sake. At least notwhen we're alone." Cliff smiled up at her kindly.

Butterfliesburst in her stomach in that moment. She didn't know why but shefound herself smiling and brushing her bangs out of her eyes in a shygesture, like she couldn't hold eye contact for long. Not when hewas looking at her in that bright, innocent way.

Heartbanging in her chest, she nodded toward the bag of little fish. Cliffsmiled and pulled one out to drop into her hand. Repulsion hit herand she yanked back her hand. "Wait, wait, wait! Maybe... maybenot."

Clifflaughed. "What?? You're not afraid of a little fish oil, areyou?"

"I'llsmell like fish!"

"Ialways smell like fish. My dad's the manager of the fishery."

"Yes,I know."

"Hey!"

Tarynlaughed. "Fish are gross!"

"Hmph!Okayyyy, guess you can watch me have all the fun!" Cliff winked andfed the stingray another fish. A second sting ray swam in faster andtried to take the fish from the first, but it was quickly snatchedup. "Unless you want to take a leap of faith and feed this bigguy?"

Tarynswallowed, staring down at the bag of slimy fish with disgust.Gingerly she reached in and grabbed a fish by the tip of a fin. It'sgrey eyes stared at her with a dead expression and she swallowedhard.

Cliffsnickered. "Relax, it's already dead. It won't bite."

Bitingher lip against a squeal, Taryn hung the fish over the water. Shedidn't want to hold the fish in her hand, but she knew she wasdoing this wrong. With a hard swallow, she closed her hand around thefish. But suddenly she was afraid to place her hand in the water.Surely if she could handle dragons she could handle a few seacreatures, right?

Cliffwatched her deliberations with a small smile. Finally he breathed asmall laugh and placecd his hand over hers. "Here." Gently hepushed her hand down into the water, which was strangely warm on herskin. The silt brushed against her fingertips when Cliff turned herhand palm up, the fish facing the surface. "Now relax your grip."

Taryndid as she was told and watched a stingray turn and swim toward her.She tensed as it came closer but Cliff held her hand firm underwater, his other hand braced at her elbow. "Relax. It will swimright over your hand and take the fish."

Righton cue, the stingray fluttered over her hand, causing her breath tohitch in surprise when the creature's soft, blubbery flesh tickledher palm. The fish disappeared from her hand in a moment and theanimal flapped away once again.

Tarynlaughed, watching it go. "Wow..."

"Justlike feeding a Terror, huh?"

Shegrinned at him to find him staring at her with a matching grin.That's when she realized he was still holding her hand beneath theglassy water.

Tarynpulled her hand away and selected another fish from the bag. Shecould tell from her periphery that he was still watching her, but hefinally turned back to the bag and picked out a couple fish himself.

Theylay side by side for a while feeding the stingrays until at longlast, both bags were empty.

Sittingup with a wince, Taryn brushed the gritty sand and black rock fromher forearms. "Now what?"

Cliffsat up and began pulling off his boots. She watched in surprise as heshed his socks as well and began rolling his pant legs up.

"Whatare you doing?"

"Starfish fishing!" Cliff leaned in close and shrugged his eyebrowsmischievously. "Amongst other things."

Whilsthe stood, Taryn fought the flurry of butterflies that rose in herstomach once again. Since when did Cliff, goofy, mischievous, dorkyCliff, flirt? Before she gathered the courage to ask or come up witha reply, Cliff stepped into the water and gestured for her to follow.

Tarynblinked in surprise. "You want me to go... in there?"

Cliffsnorted comically. "After feeding stingrays, you still have twoarms."

"Wellyes, but you want me to go into the creatures' territory!"

"Yes.Come on, it'll be fun!"

Tarynchewed inside her cheek pensively, looking all around the sandbeneath the water. She hadn't seen anything amiss since they'darrived a while before. But that didn't mean anything gross witheight legs wasn't hiding under the sand... or in the shadowy placeswhere she couldn't see...

"Idon't think I can."

Cliffraised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Why not?"

"BecauseI'll get my pants wet."

"Rollthem up like I did."

"Yoursare still getting wet!"

"Onlyon the edges," Cliff shrugged. "What's a little salty water?"

"Idon't like salty water."

"Taryn,come on," Cliff's expression was very amused. "That's bogusand you know it."

Tarynmade a strangled noise in the back of her throat and looked away. Thesound of water splashing across the rocks sounded in her ears asCliff returned to her side.

"Whydon't you want to come in?"

"Ijust... don't want to..." Taryn mumbled. Try as she might, shecouldn't avoid his gaze.

Cliffraised an eyebrow. "Why don't you really want to come in?"

Taryndidn't want to admit it out loud because it was stupid. Honestly,she did kind of want to go in, but the fear of littlecrustaceous creatures crawling beneath her bare skin made her skincrawl.

"Youknow why I brought you here out of all the places we could havegone?" Cliff asked. Taryn shook her head with a wry smile."Because, as weird as it might sound, there's nobody watching. Idon't want you to feel pressured or forced into acting a certainway. I want you to be able to relax and be yourself and... have fun.That being said," He smiled with a small shrug. "I'm not goingto force you to go in. I wouldn't do that to you anyway. But like Isaid earlier, you don't have to keep a stiff upper lip with me,Taryn. Just... be you."

Taryn'sheart swelled. That's all she really wanted at the end of the day,wasn't it? She was tired of long dresses, tight buns and pinchyboots. She was tired of perfect posture and small meal portions andproper etiquette. She loved her parents very much, but they didn'tsee yet that this wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to be free tomake choices or hang out with friends or do random things on a whim.She wasn't a failure or a disgrace to their parentage if shestrayed from the norm.

Cliffunderstood that. He was the opposite of what her parents wanted; theywanted calm, collected, hard-working and proper. She didn't knowwhy... They hadn't always been like that. Her big brother Curthadn't been that way; he'd married Aud Larson, a veryunethically, untraditional kind of woman. Up until the day he died,he'd been nothing but a playful joker, serious when needed buteffervescent, spontaneous, and free.

Hereyes suddenly burned and Cliff's expression changed. "What'swrong?"

Tarynshook her head with a small laugh. "Nothing! You didn't doanything, it's just... you remind me of my brother sometimes."

Cliff'sface softened. He didn't reply, only smiled at her gently.

Witha deep breath, Taryn reached down and began taking off her boots.From here on out, she'd be more adventurous. Little by little,she'd do more with her life than sit still and cook and clean. Shewanted to be a wife and a mother, but she wanted more out of lifethan that. She wanted to enjoy it, like Curt had. Like Cliff did. Andstarting today, she was going to do just that.

Cliffsilently watched her remove her boots and socks and roll up her pantlegs. Her mother would probably be having a conniption right now, butshe swallowed against the urge to leave her pant legs down. They werelegs; everyone had them. Surely Cliff wasn't thinking anythingdisgraceful over her ankles and calf muscles. Besides, in her heart,she knew this was a growing moment, not an act of rebellion.

Settingher bare feet against the rough rock, she sighed, pursing her lips.With a brave nod, she turned to Cliff and said, "I'm afraid ofcrabs. That's why I didn't want to go in before."

Cliffcontinued to stare at her for a long moment, deep in thought. Shewondered if he perceived more of her inner struggle and decision thanshe'd realized.

Finallya small smile spread across his face and he laughed a little. "Avalid fear. However, I've yet to see any crabs in this area."

Tarynswallowed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."Cliff stood, dropping his legs back into the water with a splash. Heheld out a hand with a grin. "Coming?"

Nervously,Taryn took his hand and slowly slid her feet into the water.

Xxx

When Taryn took his hand and stepped in beside him, she let out asmall gasp and clung to his arm in a white-knuckled grip, wide eyesdarting around the waters. Cliff was completely okay with thisbecause while she was looking down, he could look at her.

He didn't know what had happened in the last ten minutes, butsomething had changed. No longer did he feel simple kindness andfriendliness toward her. His heart was thumping in his chest a mile aminute and every time her hands tightened on his bicep, some manlypart of his genetic makeup went haywire. Something protective andcaring and... dare he say, proud?

Yes, he decided. It was pride. To see his friend Taryn battle withinherself about what she wanted, and then decide to just go for it, wastruly something to behold. For years he'd known her to be right ather parents' side, always cautious and always demure and calm andpatient. Not that he disliked those things; it was admirable. Butlately he'd come to realize that maybe, just maybe, Taryn Brandwanted more out of life than that.

That was why when the Chief had told him to find a friend to hang outwith today, he'd gone straight to Taryn. And then Grandma Ingermanpractically shoved the girl out the door. It was his prime chance todo something spontaneous and fun with her that wasn't completelyover the top. Of course she'd shown lots of caution and kept askingquestions. Clearly she wasn't used to the element of surprise. Butit was a gamble and he would take it one day at a time. So far shehadn't shied away and run back home. She hadn't left him yet. Infact, she was doing just the opposite!

Cliff had to fight the wild grin as they walked through the miniaturelagoon. As much as he loved feeling her holding onto his arm likethis, he gently pulled out of her grasp. He laughed when her eyeswent as wide as saucers but he quickly turned around and took herhands in his while he walked backwards.

"It's okay, I'm not going anywhere." He himself was surprisedat how gentle his voice sounded.

"I swear, Cliff," Taryn said through gritted teeth. "If I stepon a single crab-"

"You'll get crabby?" Cliff grinned.

Taryn fought the smile, but her eyes still crinkled with held backlaughter. "Shut up."

Cliff smirked back. "Sorry, that was shellfish of me."

"Oh my gods-"

"You know what my favorite kind of fruit is?" Cliff asked,raising his eyebrows.

Taryn frowned, surprised at the sudden change in topic. If only sheknew... "No."

Cliff leaned in close. "Crabapples."

"Oh you big-" Without warning Taryn screamed and nearly jumpedinto his arms. Cliff gasped and looked down to see one of thestingrays swimming past her legs, one of its wings undulating acrossthe surface.

"Don't touch the tail! Hold still, Taryn, I've got you!"Cliff lifted her off her feet and spun her around far away from thecreature. Taryn stared up at him with wide eyes--he wasn't sure ifit was her fear of the stingray or because he'd lifted her clearoff her feet without a problem. She was surprisingly lighter thanhe'd expected.

"Sorry," Taryn stepped back, releasing her tight hold on hisshirt. "It scared me."

"It's okay. Just don't touch their tails; they sting."

Taryn nodded resolutely.

Cliff looked down and spied a starfish and a few sea cucumbersnearby. He bent at the waist and carefully picked up the starfish,holding it out to her. "Want to hold it?"

Taryn's fingers curled into her palms. "Erm... does it move?"

"Not usually. They're quite docile." Cliff wagged his eyebrowsat her teasingly and held it out to her again.

Gingerly, Taryn took the starfish and once again, surprise took overher features. The expression was quickly growing on him--the way theanalytical, cautious side of her would melt away and her featureswould smooth over to marvel over something new. It was almost likeseeing a completely different person.

Realizing he was staring (again), Cliff shook himself and searchedfor a sea cucumber. He explained that some of them would hold ontothe rocks and forcefully pulling them off would injure or even killthem. "It's better to find one that's sitting in the sand."He straightened with a dark green sea cucumber in hand, presenting itto Taryn.

He laughed at her utter look of disgust. "Do I have to holdthat?"

"You don't have to. Like I said earlier, I won't forceyou to do anything. But you might regret it later on." Astupid story concocted in his brain and he began speaking faster thanbefore, cradling the creature in his arms. "What if this is thelast sea cucumber to ever cross your path? What if sea cucumbers goextinct and this is the very last one that you will have theopportunity to behold?" Taryn's face was crumpled with restrainedlaughs. Emboldened, he continued his wild fantasy: "What a horribleexistence to know that you, Taryn Brand, may have held in your handsa precious, completely harmless life in your hand, and you denied itthat last gift??"

Taryn was nearly crying with laughter by this point. "Okay okay!Just let me put this down..." With her laughter spent, she sighedheavily and replaced the starfish back in the water. She stillcringed but held out her hands for him to pass the next creature.

Cliff snorted and laughed when Taryn's face morphed from mildcuriosity to that of pure disgust.

"Ugh.... Eugh this thing is so gross!!!!"

"Isn't it just like a woman to cringe at a lovely creature."

"Lovely creature?? It feels like ten month old yaknog combined withpig lard! Slathered in fish oil!"

Cliff cut off his laugh and covered one half of the creature with hishands. "Shhhh Taryn! It has feelings!"

"It's disgusting." Taryn dropped her hands and didn't evenlook down as the sea cucumber fell from her hands and splashed intothe water.

Cliff gasped loud and gaped at her. "That was so rude! You can'tjust do that to the poor thing! Sorry Jerry!"

Taryn snickered, turning and walking away. "Jerry? What a cutename."

"Yes. Jerry the Sea Cucumber. We will forever remember him as thebest sea cucumber that ever lived."

"Well I hope he and all his kind do go extinct because that'sdisgusting."

"Surely you don't actually mean that." Cliff raised hiseyebrows.

"No, I don't," Taryn amended. "But I don't want to touchone ever again."

Cliff snorted. "Ah well, at least you did it once." He watchedher walk away and inspect some of the fish when a burst ofinspiration hit him--and what better time than now? He swept a handtoward the water and flung a handful of water in her direction.

Taryn gasped and whirled toward him, eyes narrowed. Cliff tucked hishands into his pockets and turned away, whistling innocently. A waveof water splashed his back and he paused, turning a narrowed eye overhis shoulder. She'd gotten more of herself wet than him in hereffort, but the mischievous glint of her eye had to be the best thinghe'd seen all day.

"Oh it's on! Take cover, Jerry!!!" Cliff spun his body aroundand swung his leg through the water toward her, sending a column ofspray all over her. Taryn screamed, holding out her hands as if toblock the water. Of course, this effort failed and she was soondoused in salt water. Cliff doubled over in laughter before wavinghis hands. "Okay, maybe a little too far?" He hobbled over toher, careful to avoid starfish. "Maybe we should get out?"

Taryn shoved her wet bangs out of her eyes just as he stepped infront of her. She grinned and pushed against his chest as hard as shecould, which was cute because he was a lot taller than her, soknocking him down would be easier said than done. But Cliff instantlyknew she had the advantage for two reasons: one, he was alreadyclumsy by nature, and two, she'd hooked her leg behind his knee,effectively sending him sprawling backwards into the lagoon.

Cliff came up gasping and shook the salt water from his face. Hetried to clear his eyes of the painful sting of salt when Taryn'sloud guffaws registered. He stared up at her with open shock; he'dnever heard her laugh like that. She was leaning against the rockwall, an arm braced against her stomach, the other gesturing at himplainly before she doubled over again. With her sopping auburn hairfalling out of her perfect bun, bangs stuck to her forehead in alldirections and her clothes a rumpled mess, Cliff came to theconclusion that Taryn Brand was the most beautiful girl he'd everknown.

Her laughs finally subsiding, Taryn walked toward him and held out anarm. "Here, let me help you." She snickered again, apparentlyunable to stop. With a smirk, Cliff grasped her forearm, determinedto fix that. "Cliff, no- NO!!!!"

With a sharp yank he'd pulled her into the water beside him. Herhead didn't go under but she quickly stood back up gasping, herclothes even wetter than before. Cliff cackled as she gasped andpulled her shirt away from her torso as best she could, the materialclinging to her skin.

She playfully glared down at him. "Thanks a bunch."

"Payback is always sweet, Miss Brand." Cliff replied with a winkas he stood, shaking out his arms and wringing out wads of his shirt.

"Man, my mom is not going to like this..." Taryn mumbled as sheclimbed out and sat down next to her shoes.

Cliff frowned. "Why not?"

"Well," Taryn sighed, absentmindedly pulling her hair out of herbun. Cliff blinked at the sight of her hair down; he wasn't sure ifhe'd ever seen Taryn's hair undone. "My mom doesn't like saltwater. It supposedly messes with her laundry... routine."

Shaking his head to clear it, Cliff shook salt water out of his ownhair and plopped down beside her. He had to stop gaping; he wasacting like a fool! "How does salt water mess with her routine?"

"Well the salt mixes in with the rest of the laundry, I mean."Taryn said with a wince as she dragged her fingers through herknotted hair. Cliff watched and decided untangling knotted hairwasn't too different from untangling those huge bundles of leatherstrips back at the shop. Horst and Erick always gave him thatjob.

Cliff marveled at how long her hair was; it nearly reached her lowerback. He watched silently as she continued to talk about her mom'slaundry issues, braiding her hair back as she did. Cliff blinked insurprise, realizing that Taryn was actually talking a lot more thanhe was. The fact that he wasn't talking at all was a surprise.

People didn't believe him when he said that he was a good listener.He surprised himself sometimes because he truly didn't know when toshut up half the time. However, at times like this, he was content tosit and listen to the other person. Taryn talked and talked andtalked. With a smile, he decided that Taryn really wasn't anydifferent than any other girl. Her parents might have trained her inthe arts of pristine perfection, but she could talk a person's earoff just as much as Adrianna.

His smile faded at the thought and Taryn noticed, pausing inmid-sentence. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just thought of Adrianna and... and Finn." His chestfelt hollow and he suddenly felt extremely guilty for sitting outhere in the middle of nowhere having fun when his friend was eithersick or dying.

"I'm sure we'll hear something soon." Taryn replied quietly."I was told Anna was going home later today."

Cliff nodded. "Yeah. Hopefully."

Taryn brushed dry sand from her feet. "What do you think of her andErick?"

"They're great!" Cliff grinned, turning toward her. "I mean...you have to know they're perfect for each other right?"

"Oh, for sure," Taryn nodded. "I don't doubt that. But don'tyou think they're taking things a little... too fast?"

Cliff thought for a moment. "Well, by normal standards maybe.Especially considering everything she's been through. But I thinkmore than anything she needs the support and the... knowledge thatErick isn't just a friend. He's more than that. He wants her toknow and believe that."

"Yeah, but," Taryn paused hesitantly. "What about the baby?"

Cliff felt slightly defensive for his friend. "You don't thinkErick could raise a baby?"

"Of course he could. Out of all of us teenagers, he'd be thefirst guy to do it. But maybe that's what worries me..." Tarynsaid quietly.

"Why would that worry you?" Cliff hesitantly asked.

"Because we both know Anna can't handle any more heartbreak."Taryn looked him in the eye with a serious frown. "What if he bitesoff more than he can chew and... can't swallow?"

"He'll swallow." Cliff replied firmly. "He might choke alittle bit because, like you said, we're all kids. But he'llswallow. And honestly, who doesn't choke a little now and then?"

Taryn bobbed her head in admission. "True."

Gazing up at the sun lowering in the sky, he realized the late hour.Cliff sighed, swiping the sand off his feet and pulling socks backon. "They'll be okay. We'll be right there to help them."

"Yes, we will." Taryn followed his actions, quickly pulling onher socks and boots and straightening her shirt again. Thankfully thesun had quickly dried their clothes.

Cliff grabbed the empty fish bags and helped her back up the rock. Hesmiled when Taryn paused and looked over his little oasis once again.She turned a look up at him and said, "Thank you for sharing thiswith me."

Slightly embarrassed, Cliff shrugged. "It's nothing."

"No... not nothing." Taryn looked up at him with a strangeexpression. He wondered what she was thinking, but the look passedand she looked back down at the mini lagoon. "I'd like to comeagain sometime... if that's okay?"

His heart somersaulted in his chest; he'd never been more happy toshare something! Cliff nodded vehemently. "Of course! It's openseven days a week, twenty four hours a day. And the best part," Heheld out a hand so they could begin their descent. "Completely freeof charge."

Taryn laughed and followed him down the slope. Though it killed himto do it, he dropped her hand at the bottom and walked by her sidethe entire way back to the village.

Cliff ran a hand through his mop of curls, wincing with the saltycrust he felt along his scalp. He'd definitely need a bath tonight.

They walked through the main square and walked down the streettowards Taryn's house. Her father was chopping wood outside andpaused mid-swing when he spotted them out of the corner of his eye.

"Hi dad!" Taryn made to walk past him, but was instantly blockedwith a hand on her shoulder.

Cliff blinked at how quickly the man had moved; he'd tossed his axeand marched toward them in a span of seconds and was now pushing hisway between them.

"Where have you been? Is that salt?" Clyde Brand nearly growledat Taryn, whose spine straightened so fast it almost looked painful."Your mother and I have been worried sick!"

"I was just hanging out with Cliff." Taryn squeaked.

Clyde's gaze snapped to Cliff so fast he had to force himself notto flinch. He rallied all the bravery he could muster and said, "Yes,I was just bringing her home safe and sound, sir."

"Who gave you the right?" Clyde sneered, stepping in close. Cliffbacked away a few steps in shock and surprise.

Taryn quickly pushed between them "Daddy, it's nothing. We werejust-"

"Did you touch my daughter!" Clyde growled, now drawing in theattention of neighbors.

Cliff's face burned. "No! I'd never-"

"Don't you come around here again." Clyde glared, then his gazesnapped down to Taryn. "And you. I'm very disappointed."

Taryn's face crumpled with hurt. "Dad, we didn't do anythingwrong."

Clyde snapped an arm toward the house. "Don't talk back to me.Get inside. You look filthy."

Cliff watched the tears well up in her eyes. She gave him one lastbaleful look before darting past her father and slipping inside thehouse, her muffled sobs the only sound.

He could almost feel the air change around them as Clyde steppedtoward him. "Sir, I can explain-"

"If I find out you touched a single hair on my daughter'shead, I will end you slowly and painfully. I want you to turn around,leave my home and leave my daughter alone. Do I make myself clear?"

Cliff gritted his teeth. This was completely uncalled for andridiculous. He knew the Brands were strict, but he never knew itwould come to this. If he decided that he really had feelings forTaryn, was this the roadblock that he would have to hurtle? How wouldhe ever gain approval from a man who wouldn't even let him explain?

He'd never been rebellious but he felt so much injustice in thesituation, he wanted nothing more than to talk back. Cliff held histongue, knowing he'd surely regret whatever might come out. But hewould not stop talking to Taryn. He would not abandon her.

When he felt he could speak without shaking, Cliff calmly said, "Imeant you no disrespect by spending time with your daughter."

"Without my permission? There is no greater disgrace."

Cliff fought to keep a neutral expression. He didn't know what todo or say that wouldn't make the situation worse.

He nearly exploded with relief when Hiccup and Toothless exited anearby street and faced them with concern. "Everything alright,gentlemen?"

Clyde turned a look over his shoulder as the chief approached. "No.My wife and I have been worried sick all day concerning thewhereabouts of our daughter, come to find this... ingrate bringingher home hours later than we expected her!"

Cliff stiffened. If there was one thing he hated, it was namecalling.

Hiccup frowned as well. "Now Clyde, I can personally vouch forCliff. He'd never do anything to-"

"He carted my daughter off from her workplace and took her to whoknows where without my permission!" Clyde growled. "Those arenumerous offenses!"

"Something that I am sure will not be overlooked in the future."

"The future?" Clyde laughed humorlessly. "There won't be afuture as far as I'm concerned."

Cliff clenched his jaw to keep from speaking.

"Never say never, Clyde."

"You would defy me as well?"

Cliff snapped. "That's the chief you're talking to."

Clyde's face reddened and he stepped forward. "You dare-

Hiccup shoved his way between them, Toothless growling. "Gentleman,we're not doing this. Clyde, be reasonable. He did nothing wrongand he certainly didn't do anything with the intention of harmingyour daughter or disrespecting you."

A muscle spasmed in Clyde's jaw as he glared at the chief. "Atleast we both assume he did nothing to my daughter. For all weknow he has wooed her delicate mind with his wicked wiles and had hisway!"

Cliff had never felt stronger anger more in his entire life than inthat moment.

Hiccup turned and pushed him back with a hand on his chest. "Cliff,just go home. I'll deal with this."

"I would never do anything to Taryn-"

"Cliff, I know that." Hiccup replied gently. "It's okay. Deepbreath, okay?"

Cliff realized his face was flushed and he was sweating, his palmsclammy. He wiped them on his pants and took a deep breath.

"Alright, I will take care of this. Just go home, okay? Toothless,walk with him."

 Toothless rumbled his agreement and slapped Clyde on the butt withhis tail as he trotted past. The man scowled and prepared a retort,but a firm look from the chief made him pause. Cliff saw no more asToothless shoved him by the hip and pushed him down the street. Hechanced a look up at Taryn's house before turning away, and thelast thing he saw was Taryn's splotchy face looking down at himfrom her bedroom window.