the idea for this had been rolling around in my head for awhile. Despite the prologue and first couple chapters this will be a rather happy tale. Told mostly in oneshots and drabbles that relate to each other.
Astrid shifted her weight slightly, readjusting her child slightly in her arms as she nursed her daughter. Her eyes stared on at the abysmal grass plains that shook in the wind waiting for black to appear on the horizon. It was odd really she had always imagined herself having sons. Oh well, very little in her life had turned out the way she imagined. She thought as peered down at her pink little baby making slurping noises.
There had been a sense of sorrow that had come with the birth that had kept her from truly relishing the unbridled joy of her first born. The babe represented the finality of it all, the end of an era. Berk was truly gone. Soon no one would remember the name of a small island half a world away.
Astrid was frankly sick of somberness that seemed to stalk her like a shadow in recent years. Even with the sun at full height it still followed her around. Them around, she supposed, Hiccup too, burdened a sorrow he did not carry before. Astrid leans back in the wooden chair of the house and listens to the gentle howling wind surge by.
The whistling was both eerie and comforting. She imagined with soaring scaled creatures disappearing, invisible, into the wind. The beasts protected the small home in an unspoken agreement of sorts. Hiccup had a way with the whispering deaths; they respect him and let him dwell in the land that was their home. A knot on their seamless landscape of wind.
Astrid wanted to dance again without an imaginary weight holding her down. She wanted to be free of it, and deep down she knew one day the shadow would unstick from her like the soles of her shoes falling off. Eventually the mongrels would forget about them and their wealthy pirate friends and go off hunting some other bleated blundering treasure. It wasn't really a treasure that Hiccup received it was a gift that could only be used once. Astrid glances at the small bag of sand sitting on a shelf on the other side of the room out of the corner of her eye.
Hiccup had flown to the nearest town to get supplies. She hoped the wind wouldn't give the pair too much trouble. At least there was no snow for them to get lost in.
Astrid gazes back down at her child again. They really needed to name her. Two weeks and still nothing. Nothing seemed to fit. Not a single name they'd thought of resonated with the infant in her arms. But the babe couldn't go nameless. Astrid stared in to the gentle deep blue of her new born's eyes as she ran a finger across her cheek. Silk, nor satin, nor the wool of a black ewe could compare to the softness. She also relished in the deep blue of her baby's eyes, a color that was horribly beautiful but sadly not going to stay no one in either of their families had eyes of a deep as blue as that. Light blue, grey, or green were most likely. Perhaps a mix of the two even.
Astrid stands up as a bit black appears rapidly in the sky, her eyes alight, a smile gracing her mouth. Her love was coming home. She stopped herself at the thought. Wait? Was this even home. Ah who cares anymore? She had the people she loved; the ones that she still had anyway, the rest could go fuck itself.