Hello everyone!
This is my first fanfiction in years and my first HTTYD fanfiction ever.
I recently watched the TV-series Outlander and being completely obsessed with it, I came up with the idea for this. I still have no idea where it's headed or how long it will be, but I am excited to find out.
I apologize if my language or grammar is incorrect sometimes, but English is my second language and besides, I just really suck at grammar!
I hope you will enjoy the story,
Lots of love from Lennie!
It is quite incredible how life can change. You are one person one second and another the next. Your world looks one way and in a moment it is all turned upside down, leaving you to figure out how to react and live next. When I received word of the possibility to intern and join the digging in the northern archipelago one summer, I did not hesitate a second before accepting. It was a huge opportunity as an archaeology student, so why should I hesitate? Back then I did not know that that decision would be what turned my life on its head.
My name is Astrid Hofferson, I was born in the year 1995 and I am 21 years old. My parents passed away in a car crash when I was young so I was raised by my grandfather who passed away a few years ago. My grandfather had been a history professor when he was young, he always told me stories of ancient times as I grew up, his stories were the reason that I decided to study archaeology. It was the start of the summer vacation year 2016 when my internship started. We were three interns and five archaeologists that would reside in tents along the beach on the small isle called Berk for two months. Berk had once been the capital of the archipelago in an age where dragons and Vikings lived side by side in peace. Berk had been the great example that other tribes in the archipelago had tried to live up to. Unfortunately, almost a 1000 years had passed since the last dragons had disappeared, yet no one knew exactly what happened to them. It was suspected that a war had broken out between those who befriended dragons and those who killed them. The theory was that the dragons alongside thousands upon thousands of Vikings had died in the fights, our expeditions' goal was to refute or confirm this theory.
When we had first arrived on Berk, we were told not to venture off by ourselves as most of the isle had been abandoned by the human race for hundreds of years. Yet after three weeks of constant exploring and digging I broke the rules, I figured that taking a walk through the once great Viking village was harmless. It was crazy to imagine what kind of life people might have led when this place was full of life and dragons, now it was nothing but scattered ruins here and there. Since most houses had been wooden, only the fundaments and the odd stone house ruin such as the Meade Hall was still standing. The only real value left here was what we had found, such as axes, swords, and other various weapons, kitchen tools, toys, instruments suspected to have been used for the dragons, and so on. As I reached the outskirts of the village, I continued my walk through the woods. The day before, we had discovered this amazingly beautiful cove but we had not had the time to explore it, suddenly I felt an urge to go there, so I did.
When I reached the cove half an hour later, I walked down to the water and pulled off my shoes and socks. Sitting by the edge I dipped my toes in and drew a long breath. I loved being a part of the expedition and getting to work with what I burned for was great, but relaxing and showers were a rarity so I took this chance to strip out of all of my clothes and walk all the way into the water. Swimming around there by myself was bliss and I stayed in the water till my skin was all wrinkly and the sun started to set. After my swim I tied my long blonde hair in a braid, pulled on my underwear and draped my oversize brown shirt over my shoulders to keep warm but not dressing yet out of a wish to avoid soaking all of my clothes before I was completely dry. As I was waiting for my hair and skin to dry, I decided to take a stroll around the small lake. Soon I spotted a small cave, I knew as I reached it that entering was a pretty bad idea, but my curiosity got the best of me and I went in to go explore. I walked a few meters before I spotted it.
"Strange," I mumbled to myself, "there is light at the end of the cave, perhaps it is a tunnel." I continued my walk towards the light, but what I expected to be another entrance to the cave turned out to be an old statue of a dragon, glowing a rich blue. Baffled I walked closer to it. The dragon was unlike any I had ever seen before and I felt exited at the possibility of a new undiscovered species.
The closer I got to the statue, the louder became the humming in my head and I noticed that the water on my skin started glowing along with the statue. It all felt incredibly enchanting, when I reached it my breathing sped up and the humming was deafening. I should have turned away, left the cave, dried off, walked home and showed my discovery to the rest of the crew the next day. Instead, I reached a hand out and touched the snout of the dragon statue.
I was not an inexperienced girl, I had been in pain before, been excited and in love. I had felt the thrill of high speed and the messiness and intensity of sex, I had known loss and psychological suffering. And despite all this had I never felt anything like what came next. My breathing became almost impossible, the humming in my head felt like it was ripping me apart, my entire body was shaking and I screamed. It felt as if I was squashed together to fit through some tunnel that no human should be able to pass through. It felt like my intestines was ripped out and all bones in my body was broken at once. Next thing I knew was when everything went black.