(A/N: Astrid tells her husband she has an appointment at work and will be running late. Little does he know, she's actually getting him a surprise?)

A small whiny meow came from the carrier in the backseat and Astrid smiled widely at the thought of the new family member. They were often foster parents for kittens and cats searching for a place where they can heal from past trauma in waiting for a forever home.

They had fostered well over thirty cats in the two years. The second one had stolen their hearts completely and they adopted him. A small and tiny runt who wouldn't surely make it but they'd been persistent. He lived and was thriving, even if he just had three legs. Poor thing hadn't had it easy in his first year of living.

He had received a bite wound from one of his siblings and it went untreated due to the owners not noticing. That resulted in gangrene and when Hiccup and Astrid took over the kitten, they immediately decided to amputate the leg on the little ball of fur. They weren't sure if he'd pull though but he did.

Later when he came into puberty, he lost most of his teeth and Hiccup jokingly said, "He's Toothless," and then it stuck. They'd had Toothless for two years now and they saw how sad he was every time a new foster kitten was leaving so Astrid decided to adopt one.

"We're home soon, kitty. You're going to love Toothless," Astrid said softly as she was turning onto the street they lived on and beeped twice before driving into the garage.

Turning the car off, she got out and opened the carrier, checking if the little one still was okay.

"Did the appointment go good?" Came a voice from the door leading into the garage.

Astrid smile widely and turned around, holding a calico kitten in her hands. "I didn't have an appointment," she said with a smile.

Hiccup gasped and scrambled to her before stopping mid way. "Is it ours or a foster?" He asked and looked at her questionably.

"It's ours," she said and Hiccup started to jump up and down out of happiness before slowly creeping closer to his wife to take the kitten.

Holding it in his hands, he smiled widely and a tear rolled down his cheek. "You're the cutest and tiniest thing ever," he said and held the kitty to his chest.

Looking up, a squeaky, "Name?" Came out and Astrid laughed.

"Stormy."