Hi, guys this is basically a rewrite of Yearning of the Hearts. But different…Sort off…I think. But anyway I hope you guys like it. Updates are random.

I DON'T OWN HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON.

A lone figure could be found sitting on the edge of a rocky cliff overlooking the cold frigid ocean. Most people would stay away from the spot as one wrong slip would have one intimate encounter with the water but this man just shrugged off the danger his spot possess. In fact he welcome the excitement of the thought of falling, he cherished it because for him it meant freedom. Freedom from the bond that ties him down to his personal hell he has endured for the past years of solitude.

His forest green eyes looks over the horizon dotted by flying reptiles. Any normal person would run for the hills hoping to avoid a close encounter with the legendary beasts, now any normal Viking would valiantly charge at them with a proud war cry that would make Thor himself proud. But him? No not him. He would greet the most of them as his old friend especially after the fact that it was a dragon that showed him his freedom.

"You should really come inside, son. Those leather armor of yours won`t do you any good up here in the north." The man looks over his shoulder and was greeted by a middle age woman wearing a weird set of armor. "Nah I am fine." The man replied before looking back at the horizon in front of him.

With feline grace the older woman sits beside him. A comfortable silence soon follows afterward which was fine between the two of them. A deep sigh escapes the woman`s lips earning the attention of the man. "You could go if you want." The woman said making a frown place itself on the man`s face. "For the last time mom, I am not going back to that place." The woman laid her hand on top of the man`s shoulder. "It will only bring up 'wonderful' memories of my childhood." The man said sarcastically.

"I know it does bu-"The woman said gently but was cut off by the man besides her. "If you know then why are you persistent of forcing me to go to Berk!" The man said while standing up, losing his balance for a second before straightening himself up.

The woman followed suite before stopping the man from entering the cave behind them. "Because we both know you really want to go back there and see them yourself if they are alright." She said effectively stopping the man from going anywhere. The man gives a tired sigh as he runs his hand on his auburn locks. "I don`t need to check on them. they are stubborn, idiotic Vikings."

"But what are they compared to Drago?" The man turns his head towards his mother as he felt her hands on his cheeks. "We both know no matter how stubborn a Viking is they would easily fall to that mad man." The man remain silent for a moment. "Hiccup…" She continued with mild irritation lacing her voice.

With a defeated sigh the man look away from his mother`s soft, caring eyes and into the horizon once more, more specifically the direction of their old home. "Fine but I would only stay one day at that Thor forsaken rock." Hiccup said before walking towards the cave but not before he see a smile creep up to his mother`s face. 'I am so going to regret doing this. This got to be worse than taking on the Queen when I was 14.' He thought.

"Oh and take Heather with you." His mother hastily said making Hiccup groan in irritation. 'I am regretting this already.'

The smell of liquor and sweat reaches her nose as she pushes open the door. She could feel her skin tingle as a blast of heat quickly assaults her the moment she enters the old building. The scowl on her face deepened when she hears the angelic voice of drunken sailors. She could feel the lustful stares of some of them as she pass to look for the whereabouts of the inn keeper, she gladly return then with a burning glare enough to force them look at other girls who happen to work at the place. "Room for one please." The blonde woman said as she found the owner of the inn leaning besides a flight of stairs.

A bald middle age man opens his brown eyes and a smirk instantly lights up in his face that is riddled with small scars. "Well if it isn't one of my favo-"The man said but was cut off by the blonde woman who was holding a small sack. The moment his hand wraps around the small sack the woman instantly pass by him without a second glance. "Enjoy your stay Astrid." He said over his shoulder.

Lying on the hard wooden bed, Astrid stares at the ceiling with a distant look. Clutching in her hand was a small circular object made of metal. Her grip on the object automatically tightens as horrific memories of the past haunts her mind. "That bastard will pay for what he did." She said to herself as she brought the object in front of her.

Her index finger dances through the object, following the worn lines that are embedded on it. Staring right back at her was a symbol she looks at with pride growing up. Two battle axes crossing one another with a head of a dragon in the middle more specifically a Nadder. The proud symbol of the Hofferson Clan.

"I`ll kill him one day and bring back the honor of my Family and the village." She said with voice filled with anger. "Even if the Hofferson line ends with me."

Carrying a small basket filled with dirty clothes, Valka hums to herself as she made her way towards the place where they wash their clothes. Her humming however ceased as she spots a familiar raven haired woman cleaning a shoulder pad. "Heather?" Said woman looks up and smile at the approaching woman. "Good morning Valka." She said before looking down at the basket. "Doing laundry I see." She said pointing at the basket not realizing the confuse look she was being given by the older woman.

"What are you doing here Heather?" Heather looks at Valka with a confuse look adorning her face. "Umm I am cleaning my armor?" Heather replied unsure if she was giving the right answer. "Why?"

"Aren't you supposed to be with Hiccup?" Valka ask while putting the basket down. "He didn't tell you didn't, he?" Valka said as realization dawns on her.

Noticing the older woman`s expression, she quickly puts on her armor before looking back at the now fuming Valka. "Where is he?" Heather asks walking towards her saddle. She quickens her pace as she heard the name of the last place she would expect Hiccup would be. "I am so going to deck him when I see him." Heather muttered.

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