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thinking about how valka's story doesn't make sense again,
like, so iirc valka was taken from berk when hiccup was a baby, during a raid by the dragons under the control of the red death, by cloudjumper who is a dragon and should have then fed her to the red death
but instead of being fed to the red death she was taken to the bewilderbeast????
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My main opinions on Valka when I really boil them down come to this:
Super cool character concept, love the dragon lady thing she’s got going on, there’s so many aspects to her character that truly make her interesting to me
Awful mother who was forgiven for 20 years of abandonment way too easily. Would love to have seen a more complicated mother-son relationship take place
Canon in httyd 2 can’t seem to decide if she’s brave or a coward
Valka sat on the floor of the cavern that served as her home looking at the scene in front of her with a small smile.
Her smile was a bittersweet one though.
It had been two month now since her raid on that dragon hunters' base and that she had rescued that young man (even if they had been too late).
Once they had arrived back at the Sanctuary, Valka had Cloudjumper brought the young man to the hot springs so she could properly cleaned him up because, even if he stayed unresponsive, the older woman had wanted to give him back as much as dignity as she could. For he hadn't deserved to be treat the way like he had been. As if he had been a mere toy, an object, to be use and discard afterwards.
So she had cleaned him up thoroughly but gently, only hesitating a little before doing his intimate parts but, like every time since she had freed him, he just stared ahead.
When she had finished with the rest of the body, she had started to clean his head and face. Usually she would have start there but, with how his lower body had been abused, she had preferred to begin there.
So she had been slowly cleaning his head when she had spotted something on the right side of his chin.
A small but peculiar scar.
Valka will never forget the cry of anguish she had let out (and causing quite the panic among the dragons who heard her). Or how she taken him in her arms and cradled him tightly, apologising again and again. And how he had stayed completely apathetic all the while.
For it hadn't been any boy in her arms.
No, it was her baby boy.
The one she had left behind and had thought, during all those years, had been safe on their tiny island, away from all this madness.
Except that, by some irony from the Norms, her son, her little Hiccup had unknowingly followed in her footsteps only to pay a heavy price for it.
After a moment, she had dried her tears and had finished to clean him and dry him up before dressing him in basic but comfortable clothes and put him to bed.
Valka had stayed with him until he fall asleep (which had taken some time) and, while doing so, she had made herself a promise.
Initially, she had simply planned to make him comfortable, just enough for him to live on at least but...
Knowing who the young man truly was had ignited a fire in her.
She needed to try to bring him back.
So she had.
Everything she never had the chance to teach him when he had been a baby: how to eat, how to take a bath, how to relieve himself on his own, all the little things, she taught him again.
And while a part of her had been happy at this opportunity to do what she never got to share with him, it has also been extremely painful to do it.
Because her baby boy, her Hiccup, wasn't a baby anymore. He was a twenty years old grown man.
If anything, he should have been the one doing all of this with his own child right now. Except he will never be able to now.
It had been slow process but her efforts had paid off.
Hers and the dragons.
Valka still remembered the small smile that had sneaked in on his face as the dragons had came to greet him when she had taken him to see the main part of the Sanctuary and, how it had become wider, at the hatchlings' antics.
But he never talked or laughed or, even uttered the simplest sound.
Then there had been that one night.
She had been restless and having a hard time falling asleep so she had gotten up to drink a little and, when she had made a way back, she had caught a glimpse of him hiding further away.
"Hey there Sweetheart. You can come don't worry." She had said half bending down to reassure him which worked as Hiccup stepped out of his hiding place and came closer. Her heart broke at his tear-strained face quickly guessing why he was awake or had came to her room.
"You had a nightmare didn't you ?" A small nod. "Do you... Do you want to stay with me ?" Another more hesitant nod but she smiled. "Come on then." She said holding out her hand which Hiccup took before she led him to her bed and once settled, he buried himself into her side.
After that, Hiccup had taken to sleep with her most of the time which had seemed to help. She had also made him a dragon toy like the one he had when he had been a baby, though she had let him choose which species it would be. She had been quite surprised when, instead of picking one of the Sanctuary's dragons, he had given her a drawing of the dragon he had wanted including it's name.
(It had clearly indicated a connection between the two but, considering the conditions she found Hiccup in, she hadn't dared to think or ask about the poor creature's fate.)
Said toy was currently on the ground next to Hiccup who was lying down on his stomach, his legs dangling in the air, and drawing away to his heart's content.
And that was why her smile was bittersweet.
While Hiccup had recovered a little, his behaviour was more like that of a five-year child than of a twenty years old man.
Valka didn't know for sure what was the reason beyond it.
Maybe his mind had latched onto her show of motherly affection and had created an innocent and childlike persona to protect him from the horrors he had went through, said horrors only slipping through during his nightmares while he was sleeping.
It was the main reason she still hadn't told him who she truly was.
She didn't want to destroy the fragile balance they had managed to build. And part of her was afraid of learning of what else she may discover, of what other cruel things might have been done to it.
She still remembered clearly her old tribe's stance on dragons or those who sympathises with them. No had she forgotten her son's missing left leg. The scarring on the stump hinted that the injury was several years old which meant they had been cruel enough to inflict such pain on a child.
But maybe, one day, she would. If he got better.
(If he even got better.)
Valka felt a small tug on her arm and she focused back to see her son in front of her shyly offering her his drawing.
Smiling she took it only to gasp at its' content.
It was a simple drawing of her, Hiccup and Cloudjumper but it was what he had written above which attract her attention.
Me & Mummy & Cloudjumper
Me & Mummy
She looked back at him and saw he looked downcast, most likely thinking he had upset her somewhat.
Her heart swelling with joy and love, she cupped his head gently and gave him a wide smile.
"I love it Sweetheart."
She watched him smile in turn, clearly relieved and he snuggled into her arms with her hugging him back.
Maybe it wasn't important if she didn't tell him the end.
