"Munr."
By B.B. Asmodeus.
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Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon, 1 & 2, Dragons: Riders of Berk, and Cressida Cowell's Books.
Pairings: Hiccup/Toothless (main); mentions of past Hiccup/Astrid.
Rating: Eventually, Mature. This chapter is G, however.
Categories: Romance, Humor, Drama, Hurt-Comfort, Fluff. In the future there will be Smut, but not in the conventional way. That said, I'm not a fan of Human!Toothless, so don't expect it in this story (or any of my works, for that matter). Also, I use a lot of Nordic material.
Summary: Post-HTTYD 2. Just when Hiccup and Astrid are about to marry, and old mystic ritual exposes a harsh reality to the couple—Hiccup's soul already belongs to someone else.
Notes: Oh, boy. First of all, this fic is a translation of my spanish-and-original version. I'm not American native, so any mistakes are mine. I have finally had the time to start this translation, but I better warn right now that it's gonna be slow coming. I'll give priority to my spanish updates or I'll never finish this monster.
Spoilers: In this universe Valka was named Chief instead of Hiccup. In my opinion, it wasn't fair to make Hiccup into something he didn't want to become at the first place.
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"I'll be yours…
Someday."
-M83 (Soon, my friend).
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Hiccup was not akin to drinking ale, but this time it was well justified.
With no company, Hiccup was devoted to finish a bottle all by himself, since the vikings around him were smart enough to keep his distance.
One mug. Two mugs. Three mugs. Hiccup had never understood the big deal about it, but when the fourth mug began to alleviate his body, numbing his senses to some degree, then the boy began to comprehend.
Right now, Astrid should be doing her own version of exorcising personal demons. Probably throwing axes directly to trees. Hiccup could see it in his mind, clear as day.
Hiccup's torso fell on the wooden table, surrounding the bottle with the curling embrace of his hands. Dusk was surrounding the horizon, and the sun said goodbye with purple strokes, perfectly symbolizing the feelings bumbling inside Hiccup's chest.
"That's it. I think that's enough misery for one afternoon."
Hiccup tried to create a wounded expression worthy of Berk's sheep, but Valka was immune. She was tougher than his father, sometimes. The bottle was ripped from his hands, and when Hiccup tried to retrieve it, a slap was his reward.
"Ow! I'm licking my wounds, mother!"
"Don't be ridiculous, Hiccup. There are no wounds to lick, in the first place."
"Sure, there are!" Leaping from his seat, Hiccup walked away from the Hall's bench and his mother's hovering figure, his fists clenching. Sobriety suddenly hit him, raw and brutal. "Astrid didn't deserve this."
A soft sigh accommodated his confession. "I'm sorry, son. I did not mean to belittle your feelings. Or Astrid's. Of course the end of your relationship is something one should consider… in mourning. But Hiccup. Honestly, are you really so surprised… that this has happened?"
Now it was Hiccup's turn to sigh, just as Valka's fingers came near enough his head, to comb Hiccup's red locks, treating him with the tenderness her words lacked. "What a question, Ma'. Am I surprised that my plans to get married in a week have been canceled outright, because a self-proclaimed soul reader, decided that my soul reeked of Zippleback's gas—"
"Come on, you know that things did not go that way."
"—or if am I surprise, to discover that my soul has been unfaithful to Astrid all these years, without me knowing? You're referring about that part of this mess, ma'? Because if you are, then let me tell you: of course not, I'm not surprised at all."
"Lower the sarcasm, kid." Valka rolled her eyes. "You may not see it now, but you are lucky that this has happened—"
But Hiccup was on a roll, now. "Who invited her anyway? Never in my life had I seen that old lady before, and suddenly she's a guest in my Engagement dinner, waving around cheap magic tricks—"
"I think she's Gothi's sister."
"You know what I think, Mom? I think that old witch was just in need of attention. Yes, that must have been! She wanted to be the eye of the hurricane. What better way to achieve that, than conceive a crazy ritual involving the happy couple? I just bet she left Berk with her pockets full of gold coins! She must have heard about my wonderful reputation, and thought, 'Hmm, I know on who's expense I can become rich! Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III should be humiliated in front of his own people, on his own wedding day. Surely, that will work.'" And concluding his hypothesis, Hiccup's rear ended on the cold floor, an ale-inducing burp escaping his lips.
His mother's face appeared above him, one reddish eyebrow raised. "Have you finished? Is all the poison out of your system?"
Hiccup licked his lips. Thought about it for a second. Nodded. "Yes, I think so."
Valka, then decided to actually turn his world upside down. "Mmm. You are too young to be married, anyway."
"What? I thought you liked Astrid!"
"Oh, I like her. But, in my opinion, your decision to marry was rushed, and not very well thought."
Hiccup could not believe his ears. "It's what everyone wanted!"
"Exactly. Not what you wanted."
"It's part of my duty as Chief." Hiccup reiterated the same thing he had been repeating himself all this time, since Drago's fall. With inheriting Stoick's position, had come the heavy expectation of Hiccup's and Astrid's courtship culmination. A New Era had begun. And it should have been be consolidated with the Chief's marriage.
Or that had been what Astrid and Hiccup had thought. What all Berk had thought.
"You're not Chief yet. I told you not to worry, Hiccup. It doesn't matter what others like to assume of you. Because I was appointed Chief in your place, fulfilling your father's obligations, it's not yet your responsibility. I never wanted you to change your nature to please Berk's population's opinion. At least… not for now."
"With all due respect, mother, those are lies, and you know it." Hiccup shot back, struggling to sit back properly. "Everyone's been on my case to take the place of Chief, because they're not happy with the idea of a woman leading them. Especially a woman who disappeared for twenty years to live with dragons, instead of being faithful to his beloved husband. Vikings: Stubbornness 'r Us."
Valka took his son's chin with determination, connecting their eye-sights. "They will have to deal with it, then. Because I will not allow my son to live unhappy."
That warmth that had taken root in the pit of Hiccup's stomach since he had been reunited with his mother, propagated and expanded through his being, flooding him with a sweet, sweet, sensation. It was at times like this that Hiccup realized how much he had needed his mother while growing up.
When his cheek was caressed, Hiccup instinctively rubbed his face against her palm. His eyelids fell, fatigued. It had been three difficult days that had followed the Engagement Dinner. Full of bitterness, disappointment, and denial. Three days where Hiccup had chosen to hide in his hut. When he had arrived at the dining hall this morning, and since everyone had gone out of his away, without comment, Hiccup thought he still must look pretty miserable.
Although at this point, Hiccup was used of others fleeing his company, when he really needed someone.
Not that Hiccup needed someone else, when he had Toothless.
-Thor, no. Hiccup reburied that thought. -I'm not ready.
He was not ready.
He missed Toothless immensely. And Hiccup knew he must be being missed equally.
And that was the problem.
"Do you think she was… right? That old woman, I mean." The question was reproduced in a guilty whisper, desperate for a different point of view.
Valka sit on the floor beside him. When he pulled Hiccup's head into her lap, the boy didn't hesitate to be pampered. "That can only be determined by you, my son. By your own heart and your own soul."
"…Which is not mine, Hiccup! That's the problem!" The memory haunted his mind, Astrid's claims echoing viciously. Despite what'd happened Hiccup had insisted on continuing the marriage plans, and in reply, Astrid had flung part of the abandoned feast in his direction. "How can you think that I would marry someone who doesn't even consider me his soulmate?"
She had been right, of course. Astrid deserved to be with someone who treasured her as number one. Someone who would give her their all.
Not someone like Hiccup, who could not give even a quarter of his being. Because it was already claimed.
So right there, on that night, their romance had reached its conclusion. Astrid had regained her freedom back, and Hiccup hadn't had any choice but to give it.
He had asked Toothless leave him alone since then. Not callously, like last time, but with a hopeless insistence. That night onwards his friend had raged for afar, every midnight, calling for his rider from the shadows of the barns. His profound sadness had reminded Hiccup of one groundbreaking truth: Toothless wasn't only an animal. He was a sentinel being, intelligent, capable of genuine feelings, and complex reasoning. Therefore, he understood why Hiccup had needed the distance.
Toothless, apparently, had known the truth for some time now, without needing an old witch to spell it out for him.
Dragons knew what it meant to love unconditionally. They accepted it and went on with their lives. They didn't complicate their existence with matters that couldn't be change, like the humans.
Hiccup took a deep breath, tightening his eyelids. He recalled that damned dinner, the cheerful atmosphere, the enthusiastic laughter of drunken vikings… The bottoms of every mug available had hit the tables, creating a thundering song. And in the center of the big celebration, Hiccup had held Astrid's hand, admiring her simple beauty, nerves twisting his guts.
At his other side had been Toothless, substituting the place of his mother—because his friend's importance had been that huge.
Hiccup had needed Toothless close by, distracting him for the huge change Hiccup had been about to embark on. Hiccup's knees had trembled, and more than once, Toothless's wing had aided him in standing tall. When Gothi's old sister—Ragna—had been asked to show her blessing, everyone and his dragon had been interested. After all, omens of good fortune from the Gods were always welcome.
After some pondering on her part, Ragna had decided to perform a ritual that would show just how right the connection between Astrid and Hiccup was. A ritual that would show the strength of the love between the two.
-A Fiasco, Hiccup called it now. And, yes, a real fiasco, had been the result.
With only the Hall's torches luminescence, the ancient incantation had echoed through the dining room, drawing from Astrid's chest a mystical manifestation of her soul—the Sál—to the astonished eyes of all the present. It had been truly beautiful thing, a silver sphere, as sharp and dangerous as its holder. Enchanted, Astrid's lips had blindly uttered her fiancé's name, the silver cover of her soul melting into something softer and vulnerable—her Sál had been prepared, had been waiting, and when the wait had attainment its limits, it had reacted by its own free will, reaching, reaching for its beloved…
Hiccup's soul had been a Heart of Fire, irreverent, unique. Wild. The flames had not ceased—red, gold, orange—blazing like a star. When Astrid had called him to join hers…
Hiccup had rejected her.
The flames had gained strength, stealing vitality from its surroundings, magnificent and demanding. Reeling, Hiccup's soul had fled from Astrid's silver wings, immersed in the beating of another heart, a heart tattooed with another name.
Hiccup had opened his lips, and among red-gold-orange flames that had burst from his Sál, the name of his true soul mate had been established: "Toothless."
Blue flames, mercurial, had come from the soul of the Night Fury, covering Hiccup's spiritual symbol with extreme possessiveness; taking what was his, in front of everyone and everything.
Hiccup had been unable to lie. At the end of the cursed ritual, Hiccup had been unable to hide anything. The discovery had been shocking for him and Astrid, yes, but still, Hiccup hadn't even think of refuting the harsh reality.
However, he had tried to avoid losses. He had tried to fight for Astrid, while at the same time he hadn't wanted to loose Toothless either. He had tried his hardest to keep both.
Hence, as previously mentioned: Hiccup had received half the banquet in his face as a result. Astrid had killed his deluded hopes, forcing him to choose between the two.
When he re-opened his eyes again, back in the present, inhaling his mother's fragrance, Hiccup smiled wistfully. "I'm just prolonging the inevitable, right? But it's just that—I don't know how—I don't know what follows." His cheeks flushed. "I mean, I know what is supposed to follow this thing—with Toothless. But, how… Okay, shutting up now. Talking with my mother about this? Not such a great idea." Hiccup gave a tremendous leap out of the arms of Valka, shaking his pants.
Valka laughed at her son's awkwardness. "Calm down. Don't pressure yourself just yet, Hiccup. After all, this has never happened before. Your… liaison with your dragon is completely unique in every possible way. You cannot help feel frustrated."
"Don't remind me." Hiccup muttered, as he helped the woman to stand up as well. "Poor Toothless. I'm never fair to him. He always has to put up with my dramatic overreactions. And once it's all over, he just waits for me to pull my head out of my ass." And he's always glad to come back to Hiccup's side. Toothless always found a way to return to his rider, beating all odds. "Had you visit him?"
"Of course."
"…How, mm, how is he?"
Valka crossed her arms. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
Hiccup's shoulders fell down, guilty. But, his mother's façade relaxed slightly.
"I'll be honest: Berk's population can adapt, but personalities's transplants are not possible overnight. Popular opinion hasn't been very kind to Toothless these past days. There were many fans of Astrid and you, together."
Anger invaded Hiccup. "Are they taking it out on him?"
Valka's pause didn't help. She held a hand up to calm him down, however. "Nothing serious. Rumors, mostly. Gossip behind his back, you know how it is. But of course, no one would dare to face a Night Fury with their silly accusations. And Toothless is more than capable of defending himself, son."
Hiccup smiled. -Tell me about it. Toothless's reputation preceded him. Now that he was the Alpha, Toothless's intimidation levels had tripled.
Valka bumped their shoulder-blades together, playfully. "He has missed you terribly, but he tries to hide it. I have been keeping him busy with other dragons. And Cloudjumper has kept him company."
"I know he misses me." Toothless's nightly howling communicated such a longing for flying with Hiccup that neither closed windows, nor pillows against his ears, had been a sufficient barrier. "He must be pouting."
Valka ruffled her son's hair with a devilish smile. "You're perfect for each other, then."
"Hey!" But Hiccup laughed at the comparison. "Well, I guess I've already left him alone too long."
"Thank Thor! Does this mean that eventually you will take a shower, too?"
"Ma', don't insult my masculine scent!" Sticking her tongue, Hiccup escaped from another slap, beginning to withdraw from the dining room. Feeling much better about the situation, Hiccup went to his residence, rubbing his tired face. He wasn't used to drinking, and he would pay for his intolerance dearly come morning, but for now, Hiccup would use the liquid courage left in him.
Arriving at the door of his hut, he paused a moment, swallowing.
Then he whistled.
A whistle, only known for a couple of black ears.
He didn't wait to make sure he succeeded. It was a fact that Toothless had heard him. He went inside and directly to his room, still feeling a twisting pain when he recognized some of Stoick's belongings, lingering around his home. Currently, Hiccup lived alone (plus Toothless) for the last three months. Astrid had been a frequent visitor, and when they had been engaged, had planned to build their own hut. For her part, since the beginning, Valka had chosen to live on her own, used to her independence. Although that didn't mean that Hiccup and Toothless weren't welcome to visit her during lunch hours.
Before preparing a bath, Hiccup fell on his bed, stretching his arms with a loud groan.
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He felt… so tired. So many intense changes had happened, one after another, in recent months, and it was taking its toll on Hiccup. The emotional consequences were catching up with him. He missed his father, despite their troubled relationship. He didn't consider fair that now that he had found his mother, Stoick was no longer here. And he hated that Toothless had to carry in his conscious the horrible murder. Hiccup didn't hold that against him in any way, but Toothless still could not help but blame himself.
And knowing him, he'd do it for the rest of his life. No matter how much Hiccup tried to stop him. It wasn't something that could be overcome with time. Hiccup understood that, but he'll still hate it nonetheless.
A blast of hot air caressed his face.
Hiccup smiled. He blinked slowly.
"Hey, there." Toothless was uncertain of his welcome, despite his gentle greeting. That part was more than obvious. Hiccup sat on the mattress, stretching his arms towards the dragon. "Come here, bud."
He didn't have to say it twice. In a second, Hiccup was invaded by pure and warm dragon scale. Instant serenity invaded Hiccup then, his whole body reviving form the mere contact. Having his dragon back to where he belonged meant… everything.
Valka had been right.
Only right in this moment, Hiccup could be certain if that old wrinkled witch had spoken the truth.
-Hell. Hiccup tightened his arms around Toothless's neck. -I've been a fool.
"Okay, everything is fine now. Don't worry, Tooth.'" He whispered. "I'm sorry. I got scared. But I needed to think."
Toothless began to purr. His big green eyes were solemn when they sought out Hiccup's pupils. His ears rose, uncertain.
Hiccup's hands slowly passed over scaly skin, registering the texture with the same concentration that been used on that fateful day in Raven Point. The day that had marked the beginning of their friendship. The day when Toothless had been all in what Hiccup could think of.
-What a good joke. To this day, Toothless it's all you think about. By Odin, this was ridiculous. Toothless and Hiccup were ridiculous. "It doesn't matter anymore. I'm done with my self-pity, buddy. I promise."
Toothless looked skeptical, sending a snort to his face. "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be? Well, if you don't believe me, get off of me, oversized lizard! I have a hot bath to enjoy!" Pretending to be hurt, Hiccup began to push the dragon with all his might.
Epic licks to his face soon put a stop to that. "Aw, Toothless, don't! A shower is more effective, I assure you!"
To Hiccup's sweet satisfaction, Toothless grimaced, once he got a taste of the stinky body of his human. Hiccup's lips twitched.
"Oops, I suppose I should've warned you." Winking, Hiccup slipped from Toothless's clutches. "That's what you get for ignoring me, big guy." He hurried to his private bathroom, dedicated to fill the tub with hot water manually. Since the door was left ajar, it was no surprise that the dragon invited himself to the party. Hiccup looked at askance just as Toothless introduced part of his snout into the tub. Suddenly, he took the opportunity to spatter water over the reptile's eyes. Seeing him shake his head like a scared cat, Hiccup laughed without remorse.
"Maybe you should take a shower too." Elusive flirting escaped from his voice, Hiccup admitted it. But the words were spoken before he could swallow them.
To his surprise, a considerate look came over the Night Fury, at the proposal. Hiccup felt a familiar tail surround his torso, pulling him toward his friend. "Oh." Was the soft exhale punched out of his chest, at being faced by those two emerald irises. Abruptly, tension hardened his stance, reminding Hiccup of the new dimension that now would fell upon their interactions together. Hiccup placed his palms against the black chest, laughing nervously. "Hi. We meet again."
A soft gurgling vibrated under his fingertips.
"…Yes. I missed you, too, bud." Toothless was always a huge source of warmth that Hiccup took advantage of, but now, that warmth was suffocating him a little. "I heard you, every night."
Toothless whimpered with such an intense sentiment, that it shocked Hiccup beyond words.
"…Yes. I knew what you were trying to tell me." Lowering his gaze, Hiccup thought of how empty he had felt these past days. Without Toothless, half of his being had numbed, leaving only a ghost. But… was it perhaps love? Could it be? He had been sure of loving Astrid, and well, one just needed to look back at how that had crashed and burned. He didn't want this thing with Toothless to end that badly, because they wouldn't be able to come back intact. Not from this. However, after waiting so long for Hiccup's resolution, Toothless deserved some kind of reply. A signal. "I accept… what you mean to me, Toothless. I accept the fact that your Sál is mine, as much as my Sál is yours."
A muffled groan arose from the dragon's throat. This time, when a tiny little lick grazed his cheek, the touch was minimal, barely existing. Like a lover's whisper upon his skin. Hiccup felt shy as never before, ducking his chin. "Don't get so excited yet—soon you'll be begging to get rid of me."
Toothless snorted above his hair and frowned, the message clear: Do not be an idiot.
Hiccup took hold of his soul-mate's head—Of his Munr—to unite their foreheads in a gesture that was as automatic like breathing. Human and dragon closed their eyes in unison. "I won't lie, Toothless. I have no idea of what I'm doing. Much less of how this might work between us." He cleared his throat. "I'm a little scared, buddy."
The beautiful eyes of his dragon were clear to read: Toothless was also afraid.
"We'll take it slow, okay? Very slow."
Toothless smiled, thrilled, obviously calling a gain on his part, that Hiccup was accepting to become… more-than-a-friend.
A second later, Toothless was laughing for different reasons, however, taking advantage of their embrace and throwing Hiccup into the tub.
"Aaaarrrg, Toothless! THAT wasn't very gentlemanly of you!" The viking spat hot water upon returning to surface, wiping his face. "Augh. I hate being in wet clothes! And you know it too! Oh, you think you're so funny, huh? Yeah, laugh it up, come on." It was good, soothing in a way, that certain things wouldn't change. Toothless still would be a smartass dragon. "Just for that, the number of dates required to get lucky with me, has been classified to Indefinite, so don't come crying to me later… Wait, dragons have dates?" Getting rid of his dirty-and-smelly robe, Hiccup meditated on the subject. "Mmm. What a good question. Well, I'll tell you this much, Toothless: if you think that our flights were going to be considered as such, you're dead wrong! Want a piece of this glorious body? You'll have—" He turned to face the dragon and found a pair of dilated pupils in front of him. Very, very, interested on what was hiding under the water's curtains. "—work hard for it."
Another snort. Then, Toothless nodded, as serious as the conversation required it.
"You're trying to tell me something, I know." Hiccup whispered, watching the Night Fury accommodating his chin on the edge of the tub. "I've never feel so frustrated with your lack of speech like this day."
Toothless posed a claw upon the edge, and the recently-discovered spines from his back opened. Urgency slipped through his Munr's whine, definitely trying to communicate something important. Hiccup placed a hand over his claw.
"I'm here, Tooth'. Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."
The glow, so mysterious and blue, which had begun to make sporadic appearances since the battle against Drago, appeared again now, lighting Toothless's skin. Hiccup chase it, with his wet fingers, trying to catch it in vain. "I like this color. It's my favorite." Then, the revelation came to him like a kick in the teeth, evoking the origin… The key moment that started it all. "It means you love me."
It meant that Toothless loved Hiccup enough to face down a mountain-sized Alpha Dragon. Just to keep him safe.
The Night Fury purred with approval, cobalt ink growing and outlining new roads and curves. Hiccup yearned to explore 'em all, wanting to discover everything about the bond between them.
But not yet. This wasn't the right time. He would wait. Out of respect, more than anything. Respect, because it hadn't passed even a week yet since the breakup with Astrid. She and Toothless deserved more than that. This new phase with Toothless deserved time, patience and intense analysis. Hiccup did not want to ruin it before it begun. He wanted to do it properly.
"My Munr." Hiccup kissed the tip of a little horn. "Let's just say that if I could imitate an artificial glow in the same way… I'd shining too, Toothless." Leaving the confession sink in, Hiccup moved away from his companion, sultry air deliberate and used with intent. "Now, go way. I have to wash up before my mother sends me to sleep with the sheep."
The catastrophic expression on Toothless was to die for. His pleading cry went to unheard human ears, unfortunately.
"Ah, ah, buddy. None of that! I need to get rid of this." He emphasized while he put his knuckles over the corners of his pants. "Without any perverted minds around. Wait for me in my room, Toothless, like the well-educated dragon I know you are."
Sooner than later, a flamboyant groan of frustration, along with a deadly tail-flick announced Toothless's grumpy withdrawal.
"And don't you dare burn the house while I'm busy!"
As last farewell, Toothless rolled his eyes at his direction. It was the last thing Hiccup saw before the door closed.
Once alone, Hiccup felt his whole body lose the bravado. He sunk back into the tub, and once submerge, Hiccup held his breath until he was as blue as Toothless.
"It's crazy. A complete madness." He said with incredulous laughter. It just felt so unreal, as unreal as the day he had met the Night Fury. From the first meeting on, his history with Toothless had led to insanity. It wasn't new. But still… "Thor, I'm practically married to a dragon with attitude. Another normal day in Hiccup Horrendous Haddock's life. What would my father thought about all this?" His old heart would have probably stopped. Ironically. Or perhaps, with Valka's influence, Stoick wouldn't have minded so much.
-I guess we'll never know. Calming down, the young viking decided to silence his mind for time being. He couldn't think about his father for long periods of time. And during the past three days, thinking and thinking, had been the only thing that Hiccup had done. He was exhausted. All he wanted now was to lie down on his bed with a more pleasant odor.
And he did just that. He took a long bath and concentrated on finishing his day.
Peering into the hallway, Hiccup found his nightclothes made into a lump on the floor, courtesy of his dragon. After putting them on inside the privacy of the bathroom, he went straight to his room, not at all surprised to see that he was expected.
"I'm dead, Tooth'." Almost salivating, Hiccup laid upon the bed in no particular order. "I'll take a nap, okay? Maybe… later… we'll have dinner with Ma', huh? What… you think 'bout that, mm?"
When Hiccup feel a dark shade rest upon his whole body, Hiccup smiled between his pillows, almost sleep. Blue flashes blinked around him, like a starry sky. And boy, what a way to go to sleep. "…Good night."
A welcoming purr, reciprocal in fatigue, was the last thing Hiccup recalled before giving into his body's the demands.
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AN: So, what you think? If you like this story, please review/comment to let me know! Translating takes a lot of time, after all. I'll work faster if people are really interested in the continuation, n.n. Thanks for reading, either way! And just to be clear, although I have problems with Astrid's characterization in canon, I don't support bashing or hate towards her. She has place in Munr's plot, even if she's not with Hiccup anymore.
Nordic translations:
Munr: (pronounced "MOON-ur") can best be rendered as "desire" or "will." The munr is the seat of one's likes and dislikes, love, sorrow, fear, hatred, happiness, and other emotions.
Sál: the Old Norse word for "soul," was invented only after the Norse were converted to Christianity.
Frigg: "Beloved", someone "to love."
Ragna: "Advice."