"You are my Knight, and I am your Princess."

"She's beautiful, Stoick," The parched woman whispered, her final breath laboured and extended, until her arms, bearing the new born babe, fell limp and motionless.
"She's.. Beautiful.."

A mournful husband and Chief to a long-lived village cradled his daughter in his arms, the child whimpering softly as her big blue eyes widened up, filled with wonder and confusion.

"She's awake," The chief told his brother, before handing the child to him immediately.
"Stoick, please," Spitelout softly pleaded, cradling the now crying babe in his muscular arms, "You can't keep doing this."

Stoick only slouched away, covering his face, "I can't do anything else, brother."
Spitelout frowned as his wife took the sleeping child, "Come, brother, this is your daughter."

Stoick shook his head, "I can't even look at her!" He sobbed to his younger brother, "Every time she looks at me, I see Sigyn! I see.. I see the one who murdered my wife."

Spitelout gasped lightly, "How could you be so cold, brother? This is your own child!" The brunette took his brother's shoulders in his hands.

"What would Sigyn say if she were still here?"

"If she was still here we would be fine! But we aren't fine! Sigyn is dead, gone, and I am left with this burden!" The chief cried, his cheeks staining with tears as he turned away from his younger brother.

"You will never understand this, Spitelout. Your family is perfect, absolutely perfect!" Stoick sobbed, "Sigyn, my darling Sigyn.."

"Oh, how I miss you."

Spitelout turned to his concerned looking wife, and he felt a soft tug at his heart as his eyes fell on the still crying child, her soft brown curls and her big blue eyes watering.

"What shall we do, dear?" Spitelout's wife asked softly cradling the girl. Spitelout's eyes met with his niece's and his heart felt heavy with grief.

Oh, how his brother must feel. The burden it would be to carry the child that killed your one and only love.

"We will keep her, raise her as our own." Spitelout sighed, looking down at his two-year-old son, Snotlout - who looked up at the little girl in his mother's arms.

Spitelout knelt down to his son and placed an arm on his little shoulder, "Son, I have a big task for you,"

The boy's misty green eyes met his father's and he gave the man a toothy smile.
"You're going to be a big brother, can you handle that for me?" Spitelout asked enthusiastically, and the boy nodded, his jett-black hair whisping as he did so.

"'Course, dad!"

"Good, then I'd like you to meet your little sister," Spitelout's wife knelt down and tucked the girl's chestnut locks away, exposing her innocent sleeping face.

Snotlout's nose scrunched up and he shook his head, "Sister? Aw!"

The couple chuckled slightly, "What shall we call her, dear?" Spitelout looked over his shoulder at his elder brother and frowned, "Brother, does the child have a name?"

Stoick didn't speak, only shook his head, tears still streaming down his face as he watched the flame dance in the fireplace.

"Then it's up to us," Spitelout sighed softly, scratching the back of his neck as he looked from the sleeping girl to his wife.

"I think we should call her.. Sigyn,"

Spitelout shook his head, "We couldn't, she would only remind Stoick of his wife."

The woman sighed softly before taking another look at her son, and then the girl, "Well, what do you suggest?"

Spitelout hummed in thought for a moment before his eyes widened, "Mana."

"Mana?"

"Yes, Mana Jorgenson."

The woman hummed, "I like the sound of that." She cradled the girl in her arms lovingly, "My little Mana."

Spitelout furrowed his brows and he returned to his grieving brother.
"Brother, we've called her Mana."

"Then let it be so, just take her away!" Stoick whisped his hand and Spitelout nodded, "It's been decided, dear. We will raise Mana as our own daughter."

"She will never know that Stoick is her father, or that we're her aunt and uncle. She will become ours, raised with Snotlout."

The woman nodded slowly and turned, "Come, Snotlout. Let us return home." She took the little boy's hand and they ventured home before the woman sat down, watching the beautiful sleeping babe nuzzle closer to her breast.

"Sigyn, I promise you, I will protect Mana so long as I live." The woman promised, a single tear sliding silently down her cheek.