"Absolutely not!" Hiccup shouts. "It's far too dangerous! Neither of you girls can stay on a dragon's back let alone fly one."

"But Dad, we'll be with Fishlegs." Zephyr says. "Mom, please, you have to understand!"

"Sorry honey, I have to agree with your father. It's dangerous." Astrid tells her.

Zephyr scoffs. "So you won't let me go on what sounds like a thrilling adventure yet you let Nuff explore with Ruffrunner and Pouncer!" she shrieks.

"Ruffrunner and Pouncer are dragons. They can protect him if he gets into trouble and he's younger than you." Astrid reminds her daughter.

"That isn't fair! If he can explore then I should be allowed to go on my own adventure!" Zephyr shouts. "Please!"

"Chief? If it's okay with you; Daddy here, can keep an eye on Zeph and I. Plus, we'll bring Tatsu and Dart with us!" Alvi smiles big.

"Dart'll protect me." Zephyr mutters quietly. "Like the good friend she is."

Hiccup frowns as his daughter fold her arms across her chest and huffs. Dart pads down the stairs and licks her bonded rider's face.

"Alright. Fine. 'Legs, you keep her out of trouble. Both girls. Dart and Tatsu will have to be glued to their riders." Hiccup tells the bulky Viking.

Fishlegs beams. "Yes Chief! I won't let you and Astrid down!" he says then turns to face his own daughter. "Alvi, why don't you go get ready. Zephyr should get ready too."

Alvi nods and makes a mad dash out of the house, placing two fingers and whistling loudly. A dark red and yellow Crimson Goregutter bounds up to her as he picks her up in his paws, leaping into the sky to fly her to her family's house.

The brunette is dropped on the ground right in front of the door. Her dragon tilts his head at her as she raises a hand to pat his neck.

"Good boy, Tatsu! Stay here, I need to pack!" she shrieks then dashes into the house.

She digs out a saddlebag with the Ingerman family crest and drops it onto her bedspread. Alvi opens it and starts throwing an extra pair of clothes, a spare first aid her mother gave her in case of emergencies, a few daggers, and some bread rolled up in a sash then tied. She closes it and pulls her saddlebag close, swinging it over her small shoulder.

Alvi runs back into the kitchen and decides to grab a few salmons for Tatsu then dashes out the door.

"Packed in less than fifteen minutes, that's a new record!" Alvi cheers as she walks down three steps, making her way to the chief's house.

In the timespan of fifteen minutes; not only is Alvi all ready but Zephyr is ready as well.

"Wow. In a hurry much?" Zephyr comments with a smirk.

"What can I say, I'm excited!" Alvi shrugs her shoulders. "Tatsu is excited too!"

Her dragon merely nuzzles her arm as she pets his head.

"Dart's excited to spread her wings, aren't you girl?" Zephyr asks the NightLight; the NightLight licks her face again.

TWO HOURS LATER

Fishlegs comes running up to the Haddock household, panting out of breath with Meatlug behind him.

"Oh my Thor, daddy! Is that Meatlug?" Alvi shouts. "I thought she was at the Hidden World!"

"She was. But Toothless let her come since flying will be significantly faster than boating." Hiccup remarks.

"Dad? Are we going to get to fly our dragons?" Zephyr asks him silently hoping she's right.

"You and Alvi are only eight years old but poor Meatlug can't carry all three of you on her back so I made these for you girls." Zephyr's father tells the trio.

He gestures for Astrid to step forward as she drops the two things into each of the girls' waiting arms.

"Saddles? Oh my Thor!!" Alvi screams as she rushes to attach the saddle to Tatsu's back.

Zephyr merely stares at hers. Dark brown with a trim of medium blue. "I don't know what to say, Dad except thank you." she smiles and moves to hug her parents tightly.

"Your mom and I are trusting you to fly Dart safely. Show us you can handle it and you may just get private lessons from both of us." her dad tells her sternly.

"I won't let you down, Dad! I love you!" Zephyr shouts as she attaches the sleek saddle to Dart's back then hops up.

"Love you too, Zephyr!" her parents tell the young Viking as they wave to her.

Zephyr pats the right side of Dart's head. "Alright, girl; it's show time. Let's do this!" she says.

The female NightLight stretches her wings and jumps into the sky with Tatsu and Meatlug not far behind. Zephyr guides her dragon to allow Fishlegs to lead the way.

"Hey! You're staying on!" Zephyr shouts over the loud whistling of the wind.

Alvi looks over at her and gives a thumbs up. "It's the saddle! I would've falling if the saddle hadn't been there. It truly is a lifesaver!" she calls back.

BERSERKER CAY

Heather sits on the edge of a cliff with her legs dangling. Down below is her son throwing water capped frogs in the air as the six year old Swift Fury hatchling jumps up to catch them in her mouth.

"That was a great jump, Swifter!" she hears her son call out.

Swifter responds by barking at him.

"Oh, you want another one?" he asks her as she bobs her head up and down.

Blade smiles and throws another frog. The Swift Fury again jumps up to catch the frog in her mouth, swallowing it whole in one gulp. She then licks her lips and dashes over to Blade, nuzzling him arm with her head.

"Aww, you're welcome girl!" Blade tells her. "You deserve to eat too."

She stops nuzzling him and flaps her wings to propel her body into the air. Swifter hovers over her human friend and picks him up in her paws. The hatchling flies up to the cliff and drops him gently before landing directly beside him, tongue sticking out of her mouth happily.

"SISTER!" the mother-son duo hear a voice shout as a red haired Viking with tattoos going across his left eye runs up to them with a black and gold triple Stryke behind him.

"Dagur? What's wrong?" Heather quickly gets to her feet and stares at her brother.

"Thork spotted three dragons flying towards us! Mala already sent out Savage and Vorg." Dagur explains.

"Three dragons? Did they have riders?" Heather asks him.

"You know, you really can't tell from this low." Dagur comments as his nephew mocks his words.

Heather merely chuckles at the six year old's antics and moves to stand in front of him.

"DRAGON RIDERS, State your business!" they trio hear Mala bark. "By order of the high Chieftess of Berserker Cay, I demand you answer me!"

Heather runs down the cliff with Dagur at her side and Blade riding Swifter. The Razorwhip rider halts her tracks as Dagur goes to stand near Mala. Swifter parks herself at Heather's side; her friend still on her back.

"We come from Berk. Mala, it's me, Fishlegs." Fishlegs responds.

"Oh, Fishlegs of Berk, it is good to see you again. I do apologize for the demand. Co-ruling Berserker Cay is not an easy feat." Mala says with a smile.

"It's okay. Say, is Heather here?" Fishlegs asks. "I want to talk to her."

"I'm right here." Heather answers for herself. "What is it, 'legs."

The bulky Gronckle rider smiles big. "You need to come to Berk. Hiccup and Astrid would like you to." he says.

Alvi clears her throat. "Forgetting something, Daddy?" she growls.

"Oh right! Heather, Dagur, Mala; I'd like you to meet mine and Ruffnut's daughter; Alvi." Fishlegs introduces the eight year old. "The auburn girl is Zephyr. Hiccup and Astrid's daughter."

"So they did get married. We all knew that would happen." Heather smirks. "It's such an honor to meet two beautiful young ladies."

"Thank you!" Alvi beams. "You are very pretty yourself!"

"Agreed." Zephyr states.

"I should go get ready, Blade stay here. I'll get you packed too." Heather tells her son.

"Okay." he whispers and drums his fingers on his lap impatiently.

"Who are you?" Zephyr asks him as Dart creeps closer to the Swift Fury.

Tatsu follows suit and within a minute, the young Berserker is surrounded by two girls and their dragons.

"Who is he, Dagur? I don't recall ever seeing him before."Fishlegs asks aloud as he jabs a finger to the boy surrounded by Alvi and Zephyr.

Dagur's emerald gaze follows his pointing and grins. "That's my nephew! His name is Blade and he's Heather and Rajiv's son." Dagur says happily.

"Back off." Blade growls. "I don't know you, I'm sorry."

"We just want to be friends." Alvi frowns.

"Blade." the Swift Fury's friend mumbles.

"Nice to meet you, Blade! I'm Alvi Ingerman and that's Zephyr Haddock!" Alvi shouts with excitement. "We're both eight!"

"I'm six." Blade whispers.

Zephyr blinks. "Wow, you're my brother's age." she says. "Maybe you'd get along with him."

"BLADE!" a young blonde haired Viking girl shouts loudly as she halts in her tracks when she gets close to him.