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Chapter 1: Home

"Today feels different. Oh, I forgot. It's that day."

A slender and pale arm stretched out of the blanket and groped the floor for clothes that were scattered around. A mop of messy striking blonde head popped out from under the tangle of blankets and pillows, and groggily looked around.

"Damn it," she yawned while observing the mess she's caught up in. She sat up, winced, as she was sore from last night's escapade.

*Durrrr-Durrrr-Dur* the phone beside her vibrated violently. She fished it out lazily and stared at the screen.

Astrid Calling…

"Shit," she gasped. She was suddenly knocked back into reality-today is the day! She clumsily fumbled with her phone and pressed the accept button. "Hey, sis." She greeted, her voice slurry because of sleep and intoxication.

"Don't hey me!" the girl on the other line snapped back at her. "Where the hel are you, Stella! Our flight will be in an hour!"

"Sorryyyy," Stella tried to compose herself. But, the alcohol inside her system was luring her back to Lala land. "Damn it, alcohol!" she mentally kicked herself.

"You've been drinking again, haven't you?" Astrid asked her accusingly. Stella shook her head to disagree, but she realized that Astrid was over the phone.

"N-No. I just came by to visit…Jasper." She lied with a raspy voice. Her head was throbbing and her throat was parched, she needed water pronto. Stella looked around and rubbed her eyes awake while she stifled a yawn. She spied her sweater a few feet away from her, and crawled towards it.

"Liar! Your voice betrays you." Her sister screeched. Astrid was busy taping the last boxes shut. "Gods Stella! Not only you drank your life away, but you also slept with your idiotic boyfriend!"

Stella rolled her eyes and groaned. This is the last thing she needs right now. She sat up and looked for her shorts among the mess on the floor. She searched under the bed and fished out the other pair of her socks.

"Are you listening to me?!" She forgot that Astrid was still on the line. Stella placed the phone on mattress and pulled up her hair in a messy bun. "See you later, sis. I'll be there in 10!"

"What? –Hey!" Astrid protested. But the other line went blank. "Oh Freya," she grumbled under breath.

Stella quickly hung up the call and plopped back on the floor with a sigh. She massaged her temples and let out a low grumble of irritation. The day hasn't even started yet, but it was already stressing her out.

"Was that Astrid?" a gruff voice came from the bed on top of her. Kneeling beside the bed, she propped her arms on the mattress to support herself. "Did I wake you up?" she grinned at boy that in sat front of her and smiled at him sheepishly.

"Well after all that bickering, who wouldn't be?" the guy named Jasper chuckled. He stared at Stella with droopy eyes. "What a night," he whistled. "Oh hush," Stella threw some clothes at him and laughed.

"Come on, I'll drive you home. Astrid might really kill me if you missed your flight." Jasper offered. He jumped off the bed, exposing his toned tanned upper torso. His sandy blonde hair disheveled from sleep.

Stella shamelessly gawked at him. Her boyfriend was a masterpiece and it was a sight to behold so early in the morning. "If only he wasn't a total asshole then he would be perfect" She thought to herself. "Stel?" Jasper called her out of her reverie. He already slipped on a loose t-shirt, which hid the craft of his body. "Oh, what a waste," Stella bit her lip in annoyance as remembered what she needed to do.

"Great Odin," Astrid groaned when she saw Stella lumbering up the stairs of their flat with Jasper following behind. She swiftly opened the door and side-stepped to let her sister in with a scowl plastered on her face.

"You better have a good explanation for this." Astrid hissed at her. Stella returned the greeting with a sweet smile and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. She skipped in the house humming an upbeat tune. Astrid then turned her icy glare to the boy in front of her.

"Sorry Astrid, We got carried away last night... I was supposed to bring her home but-," Jasper started, awkwardly scratching the tip of his nose in front the she-dragon.

"But you messed up and banged her instead? Yeah, I get it! What's new?" Astrid spat out seething. Jasper awkwardly laughed at her comeback. "Look, I know you don't really like me for Stella. But I didn't have sex with her last night… I-I couldn't take advantage of her." Astrid eyed him incredulously. "Oh, really?" she snorted sarcastically. She wouldn't buy his bullshit of an excuse. "Yeah, swear." Jasper bit. "Sure, whatever Jas. Now, get your ass off here." Jasper groaned and mumbled a curse word under his breath as he plodded back to his car.

Jasper Maxwell, the VIP football player at their school, was known to be an infamous ladies man who practically slept with half of the popular ladies in school. Except for Astrid, she doesn't count because: 1.) She's the unreachable ice queen, 2.) Stella is her sister, and 3.) She loathes the stereotypical dumb jocks. Stella only let him become her boyfriend because he swore he's going to be loyal to her, and that she just wanted to mess around with the hottest guy in the campus.

It was half-passed 12 when they got to the airport, barely missing their flight by the hair. London's traffic was excruciating slow for that morning. Stella and Astrid plopped down on their seats, with an audible sigh of relief.

"You just have to cut it close, don't you?" Astrid grumbled under her breath, while fumbling with the seatbelts.

"But we made it, and that's what matters!" Stella chirped and gave her sister a mischievous grin. But secretly, she was hoping that they missed the flight. Astrid rolled her eyes at her and chose to stare ahead, where the stewardess was demonstrating the emergency safety procedures in case of a plane crash.

The seatbelt sign lit up signaling that the plane will be preparing for take off. Stella's head was resting on the back of her hand, which was propped up in the armrest. She watched the other airplanes swoop in and take off at her window seat. Their plane started to depart from its parking and slowly moved to the taxing lane.

"This is it. Goodbye London, goodbye life. Goodbye, Jasper." She thought to herself bitterly and let out an exasperated sigh. Astrid gave Stella's free hand a gentle squeeze, "I know this is hard for you sis, but we're finally going home." The girl gave her melancholy sister an encouraging smile.

"We're already home, Astrid. This is our home! LONDON, not Berk." Stella snapped. Astrid just sighed and patted her sister's hand, "It's not so bad, Trust me." The plane suddenly came into a halt, and in few minutes, the sisters' backs dug into their seats as the plane accelerated and finally took off the lane.

The city's silhouette grew smaller and smaller until the blurry speck disappeared into oblivion, and was replaced by fluffy clouds.

London was her home for as long as she can remember. The thought of leaving everything behind made her sick. It wasn't only that her life was there…it was also her comfort zone. Berk on the other hand, was completely foreign to her. She only visited the island twice in her entire existence because of her grandparents, which didn't even last a week.

All she knew about it was, it was where they lived before and it was where she and sister were born. She has some bits of memory, but it was all a blur. Astrid was already around five years old when their parents decided to move to UK. She was the only one who had some childhood memories of the place. Stella was only three then, and her first memories of childhood that she considered were from Cambridge. When she turned 13, they moved to London's city proper, which she considered as her hometown.

4 hours later…

"Time check: In a few minutes we will be approaching Berk. Please stay on your seats as we make the final descend. Thank you for flying Odin Air, as we wish to travel with you again. Have pleasant stay here on Berk." The pilot announced through the speaker. The stewardesses started to clear out the remaining trash, and assisted the passengers to take their seats for the landing.

Stella rubbed her eyes awake with a yawn. After a stretch, she peered out of her window and noticed the sky was dyed in multiple shades of yellow, orange, and pink. The sun was starting to set, and from a distance, she could see the rough outline of the island. She turned to her side, and saw Astrid's sleeping form. Her sister was wearing a sleeping mask with panda eyes, and was lightly snoring.

"Sis, wake up! We're near." She gently roused her up. Astrid stirred, and swatted her sister's hand away. "Wake me, when we're there…" she slurred.

"Fine." Stella rolled her eyes. The island silhouette was growing bigger and bigger in seconds through her window seat. She could feel the pressure as the plane started to descend. At last she could see the rocky terrain, cluster of houses, buildings, forests, and the fields, all coming into view more clearly. Unlike London that boasts with modernization, Berk Island was quaint. It's a mixture of an old town with massive stone buildings, lack of skyscrapers and no fancy light shows, but it wasn't so out of date either. It looks like a perfect place for weekend vacations if you want to get away from the hubbub of the city life.

The plane landed smoothly and continued to glide to an available parking space. As soon as everything was set, the doors were opened.

"We're back!" Astrid grinned to her sister as she stepped out the airport, and excitedly ran ahead to where a black W211 Mercedes-Benz was waiting for them.

"Berk, twelve days north of hopelessness and a few degrees south of freezing death, which snows nine months of the year and hails the other three. Great, just great." Stella sulkily muttered to herself as she trudged into the snowy path towards the vehicle.

With a grim face, she threw her bags inside and quickly boarded the car before she froze to death. She was surprised to see the driver and Astrid smiling at her.

"Ready to go home?" Astrid nudged her sister on the arm.

"Can't wait." Stella replied sarcastically.

The black Mercedes-Benz revved up the hill snaking its way to the natural curves of the terrain. Berk's airport was located at foot of the mountain. Located at the other side, is where the island's town proper nestles between the lush forests and vast clearings. It's been at least 30 minutes since they left the airport. The vehicle crossed a tunnel that's been carved into the middle of the mountain. Upon reaching the end of the shaft, Stella could see a suspension bridge made of heavy steel, with a monumental sign that says "Welcome to Berk" perched on top of it. Underneath the bridge, a broad river cascades down towards the sea. The forest soon started to dissipate, and was replaced by stonewalled houses, age-old buildings, and cobbled streets. It travelled its way down town, where the buildings and houses became more modernized with each passing. There were different-sized malls, theater houses, supermarkets, and boutique shops. They passed by the city hall and paved its way towards the uptown part of the island.

The Hofferson manor was located in a subdivision at the heart of the uptown along with chateaus, manors, and villas that housed Berk's oldest and privileged clans. Security personnel patrolled in rounds and stood guard to the entrance of the gated community. The driver, named Garth, still marveled at the subdivision even if he had been serving the Hofferson master for nearly a month. He looked at the rear view mirror and surveyed his passengers, who chatted idly at the back of the car. Both were a looker: golden hair and delicate features, but they were also different from one another.

As the first born, Astrid didn't care much about the status the quo that her family name held. Dressed in regular oversized dark blue hoodie, black skinny pants, and some pair of grey Nike running shoes, she didn't exude the presence of an heiress. Stella on the other hand, was quite dressed for the part. She was wearing a signature baby pink Chanel shift dress, an expensive-looking camel-colored vintage cropped cape, brown Tory Burch ballerina flats, that was paired with a Prada handbag. Everything about her screams daddy's little princess. Unlike Astrid, Stella reveled in all things pretty and being dotted on, but never resulted to being brat.

The car pulled up in front of a tall iron gate, Garth punched a button underneath the rear view mirror. Within seconds, the gate creaked open and the car drove up the crescent-shaped cobblestone driveway, until it reached the main entrance of brown brick-walled manor. Ivy vines snaked on the walls, while moss formed into its crevices. The three-story Victorian house stood erect in the middle of the property.

"We're here! Pay no mind to your luggage, girls. I'll be the one delivering them inside." The driver killed the engine and stepped out of the car. As practiced, he immediately opened Astrid's door.

"You don't have to do that, I can do it myself." Astrid told him, collecting her backpack from her seat, and walked towards the trunk and began unloading their luggage. Stella got out afterwards after smoothing out her dress.

"Thanks Garth, but Astrid's right. We can do this ourselves." Stella chimed in and went beside her sister, and helped her unload the rest of their suitcases. Garth gave the two girls incredulous looks. "I'm sorry mistresses, but the master explicitly said…"

Astrid and Stella exchanged knowing looks and sighed. "Fine. You can bring our stuff inside. But no more of this opening doors and mistress crap. It feels and sounds weird." The older sister acquiesced. Stella nodded her head in agreement, "We're not heiresses yet. As of now, we're just ordinary people from London who happen to live in this lame looking house."

This humored Garth immensely and let out a hearty chuckle. "Got it." came his reply. Pleased that he understood what they meant, the two sisters trotted to the main door. As if on cue, the door opened and a small lady in her early 50's stepped out to greet them. "You're finally here! Come inside, and make yourselves comfortable. I'm so happy to see you lassies again." The girls gave out their thanks and exchanged a few pleasantries with the aging maidservant who ushered them inside.

Dressed in her bathing robe, Astrid stepped out of the shower, feeling rejuvenated from the tiredness she felt during their flight. She wrapped her towel on her hair in a makeshift turban, and ransacked her luggage for some pajamas. She settled on her red-plaid fleece ones and quickly dressed herself. She crossed her room to the other side and knocked on the door of the adjoined room.

"Stel, you done?" she called out. "In a minute!" a muffled voice at the other side of the room replied. Three minutes passed, a series of knocks coursed through Astrid's main door. "Astrid, Stella, dinner!" the maidservant's rang out in the hallway. "Okay, done!" Stella bolted out of the other door in a disheveled state. She sported an oversized knitted sweater and some grey sweatpants. Astrid raised her eyebrows at her. "What happened to you?" Stella shook her head and blew a strand of hair out of her face "You don't wanna know."

The girls followed the maidservant, known as Ingrid, to the family's dinning hall. Already seated at the table was an elderly couple. The man, who was broad and authoritative-looking, was sitting at the head of the table, and towered over the delicate-figured woman, who was sitting right beside him.

"Uncle Finn! Aunt Helga!" The girls cried in unison and rushed to the couple. The two elders enveloped their arms around the sisters and pulled them into a tight hug, while the sisters simultaneously kissed their cheeks as greeting.

Finnick or generally known as Finn Hofferson, is not only the head of the Hofferson clan, but he was also a well-known Admiral for his unbreakable strategies that led Berk's navy battalion towards countless of victories. Helga on the other hand, was a revered Colonel who aided peace wars among the neighboring islands. The Hofferson clan stood by their warrior bloodline and continued to serve the island until to the present day. Finn and Helga took Sassa (Astrid and Stella's mother) in, as their own daughter when her parents died in a freak accident when she was seven. Finn was devastated when his brother died, and took it upon himself to be the parent figure, as he groomed Sassa to be the heiress of the clan. What he didn't foresee, that his adoptive daughter and niece would follow her biological father's steps, along with her husband, in a few years after the birth of her last child.

"I'm so glad you two are finally with us. It always pains to see me that my granddaughters are so far away from me." Helga clapped her hands together. "Nonsense Helga, the girls can fend for themselves." Her husband interjected in a booming voice. "But likewise, I am glad to see you lassies here with us. Heiresses of the Hofferson clan should not be left alone doing god knows what." The girls rolled their eyes and groaned in annoyance. They loved their grandfather but he was overbearing and traditional.

"Finnick!" Helga chided her husband. "The girls haven't stayed here for a day and you're already rumbling about that! Give it a rest, would you?"

"I'm just pointing out facts, Helga. As soon they understood their place, it would be easier for all of us to train them." Finn retorted, gobbling up a piece of lamb. Aunt Helga massaged her temples. "Fine," came her curt reply. She turned to the girls who were sitting parallel to her. "When will you start unpacking? Your boxes have not been opened yet."

Astrid shrugged, "It's not like we're staying here anyway. We'll be moving by Saturday, right granddad?" she let the words roll out with contempt and chomped on her chips distastefully. Stella busied herself with her steak, not looking up from her plate.

Finn Hofferson let out an exasperated sigh. "Astrid, we've been over this. If you want your inheritance, you have to enroll in that school or I'll be forced to marry the two of you off."

"We don't need the inheritance, and you know it. We are perfectly capable of living by ourselves." She bit. Helga and Stella just watched the exchange in apprehension.

"That's enough, lass! I do not need this rebellious attitude from you. If you don't abide by the conditions, I will not only take away your inheritance, but I will also see to it that you're cut off from the Hofferson clan and your parents' trust fund!" The burly man bellowed.

"You can't do that!" Astrid screeched as she stood up from her seat. "That's our parent's money!"

"That money came from our clan and as the head of this family, I have all the right. So yes, I can." Finn replied dryly, and took a swig of the wine in his goblet. Astrid gritted her teeth, and glared at the man. Finn gestured to her seat, "If you don't have anything else to say, resume your dinner, lass."

"I'm not hungry." Astrid growled. She threw the napkin on the table and walked away, as she reached the doorway, her head snapped back towards Finn, "I wish they never died, she would never approve of this." And with that she disappeared into the hallway.

Silence fell to those who were left at the table. "I'll see how Astrid's doing," Stella quietly excused herself, not giving her grandparents a second look. As soon as she also disappeared from the hallway, Finn rubbed his temples, "Stubborn just like her mother…" he muttered to himself bitterly. Helga gave Finn's forearm a gentle squeeze. Finn was looking down at his plate in silence with a forlorn expression on his face. "I also wish that they didn't." he whispered, grief evident in his voice. "I know." Helga gave him a sad smile.

"It's my fault, I should have never let them leave. They'll never forgive me when they find out what happened." Finn buried his face on the palm of his hands. Helga stood up and wrapped her arms around the man. "You can only pray, when that time comes." Finn held tighter to his wife, and nodded. "Oh Sassa, my little girl. I am so sorry."

"What was that?" Stella opened the door to Astrid's room. Her elder sister was having a fit and was literally thrashing her room. A grunt was her only reply. "That was uncalled for, you know." Stella chided her sister and sat the edge of the bed. Astrid crossed her arms and huffed, "What he did was uncalled for. I can't believe you're taking his side, right now. Are you for real?"

Stella twirled a loose strand of her hair with her pointer finger, "Don't be a bitch, A. You know that I'm always behind you 101%." She then glared at her sister. "But exploding like that wouldn't do any good. As much as we like to say we don't want the inheritance, we need it."

Astrid threw her arms up in the air and let out an aggravated scream. "I hate it when you're right." she hissed at her sister. Stella just smirked, "Prove him wrong, then." This time Astrid gave Stella a cheshire-like grin, "Oh hel, you bet sis. Hel, you bet."

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