Author's Note:

Hi everyone! Back with another chapter of "The Fearless"! I hope that you'll enjoy reading this!

Of course any questions or comments will gladly be accepted!

This story is dedicated to my bestest of all best friends AW (initials) who is probably going to read this soon, she's great, she's funny, and most of all, WE CAN EXPRESS OURSELVES WITH ONE EMOJI THAT HAS YET TO BE CREATED. Oh, and we can bond over HTTYD, like A LOT. I mean like, we did watch the movie like 3-4 times. Literally like, the equivalent to one time every week. Anyways, I hope that you'll enjoy this series AW, and keep being awesome! (oh and make a fanfiction account.)

DISCLAIMER: SORRY DON'T OWN ANYTHING (SAYING THAT MOSTLY TO LOWER MY SELF ESTEEM. UN PURPOSELY OF COURSE.)


The Fearless


2. Strange Rock


Its been two days since her short kiss with the Mountain Man, even as she thinks about it, she still goes red. She hasn't been able to face him she was so embarrassed, for what reason exactly? She isn't sure herself. She knows that he's been trying to talk to her, probably about the Festival tomorrow, but she can't muster enough courage to approach him, she goes red every time he comes close.

"Oh, Valka, just shake it off... Its nothing! Just a little kiss." She chides herself while she prepares the fish basket and the fishing supplies for her morning catch. "Don't worry, you just kissed the over protective chief's son..." She mumbles to herself. Just as she slings the rod over her shoulder, someone knocks on her door. "I'm coming!"

She walks over to the door and swings it open, "Hi Valka! We need to measure you for your dress!" Her sewing friends squeal. She was baffled when they screamed, "Measured? For what?" One of the girls, Heavyfeather replies, "You know, for your big day!" Valka shakes her head, they make it sound like its going to be her wedding, "You mean, the Dance Festival?" She rolls her eyes as the girls run to her and start to take the measurements of her waist and hips. "But this is different!" Heavyfeather whines, "Its Stoick."

Valka thought to herself that she's right about one thing, Stoick hasn't taken a girl to a Dance Festival since they were thirteen, and that girl so happened to ruin his mental image of all girls. That girl happens to be Ivythorne, probably the nastiest girl in all of Berk. She cringes at the thought.

"Fine, but come back later, I have to head out, I'm going to catch some fish..." She pushes past the rest of the girls, not really wanting to go through with her very girly friend's wishes. "Just be back before three! Today's Thread Thursdays!" Heavyfeather calls out to her as she walks off towards the forest. She doesn't bother to reply.

As Valka sits on her rock in the cove, she holds the rod in one hand and the other holds her head up. Its been getting chillier and chillier as the days go by, she shivers as the slight breeze passes through. She sighs in boredom, its been two hours and there hasn't been as much as a nibble at the bait, she's practically finished the stew that Spitelout had given her, and without a morning catch, she wouldn't be eating tomorrow. She couldn't eat anything for breakfast or she'd starve for lunch and dinner.

When had living been so hard? It was probably when her parents were killed, she was left alone with no one to turn to, most of the village pitied her, but they didn't do anything to help her continue living life. The only person who actually looked her way was Stoick, he'd secretly leave food by her door. To this day, he still won't admit that he was the secret giver.

She smiles at the thought, he made life not so dark.

Just when she was about to finally give up fishing, she felt a tug and started to reel it in, a simple perch, medium sized so big enough to trade. She unhooked it and slid it into the woven fish basket, she proceeded to put away her fishing rod and line. Slinging her supplies over her shoulders, she starts to make her way back to the face of the cliff, her usual climbing spot, the easiest way to get out of her ocean escape. She placed a foot on the small ledge that she guarantees has been worn down by years and years of use from her boot. She continues to reach for her grip, but something shines in the early morning light that catches her sight. Turning her head, she sees this oddly colored rock in the sand, cocking her head to the side, she can't seem to peel her gaze from it. Stepping down from the ledge, she makes her way to the odd rock about thirty feet away, it was partially buried in the sand so she brushed it off pulling it from the ground, it was oddly large and very round for a stone this big. It was equally as heavy, however.

It was a nice shade of blue, gray, and a light shade of red, not quite pink. She decided to take it home even with its heavy weight. She tucked it into her fish basket, it was big enough to hold it but she had to move her morning catch to the top of it. Placing the basket back on her back, though ten times heavier than it was before, she continued back to the wall scaling it to the top.

Her walk back wasn't any different than any other day, other then the fact that it seemed to be a lot longer and tiring than usual.

She continued on past the well deciding to come back for water after her load was lighter, she arrives at Spitelout's house. "Spitelout!" she calls out to her fellow friend.

She can hear the floor of the house rumbling as things fall from shelves, she flinches when plates clatter to the ground, "Coming! Coming!" The door swings open and Spitelout's large form appears. "Valka!" he beams.

"Hello, Spitelout, I'm here to trade my goods." She had to mentally correct herself, it was supposed to be, 'the only fish I caught this morning.' "Always the proper lady, come in!" It sounded more like scolding than anything else. She entered the house and plops the very heavy basket onto the ground, it fell with a very loud thud, "What are you carrying in there! Stones?" His voice boomed, how accurate that statement was, she didn't acknowledge it.

Pulling out the fish from the basket, careful so that Spitelout wouldn't actually see the oval shaped rock, she handed him the perch. He eyed it with a confused look for a brief moment, he quickly wiped it off his face, "This... This is, all you have?" He was never good with words, and now, more then ever its really showing. She tried not to take to too personally, knowing that it really would be a skimpy trade. She bit down on her lower lip, "Yeah, it must be the weather getting to the fish..." She held out the catch to him. He just nodded his head and took the catch.

He left her to retrieve the cauldron of whatever his mother had cooked for the night. She looked around the room at the battle axes hanging from the walls and the dragon skins draped across the dinning table. She thought it was terrible really, why would people hate these monsters? They were most likely just attacking out of survival, as are the humans. Its just that she thought that the humans were too... violent.

Her thinking quickly dispersed when Spitelout came back with a full pot of yakstew.

"Valka." There was an obvious look of pity and 'the mask of bad news' as she'd call it. "The Jorgenson house can no longer support trading food goods." He shoved the cauldron into her arms, the food was undoubtedly cold. She looked down for a few moments before nodding briefly, "Oh, ok, thanks, Spite." She turned and left, Spitelout not saying a word.

The day couldn't get any worse, really, it was still only the beginning for her, just barely past noon. She didn't feel like going anywhere, she just got hit with the news that she wouldn't be able to trade with Spitelout anymore. She didn't bother to stick around and ask why. Whatever the reason why, she didn't want to know. Her only source for food was from Spitelout because he was reasonable to trade with. The other villagers in Berk had outrageous prices because of the sparse food due to the dragon's raids, they came at least once a week.

Because she didn't feel like going out sewing with her friends, or possibly running into Stoick, she decided to stay indoors and ponder, maybe even look at the strange colored rock. Knowing that laying down on her bed is extremely unproductive, she heads down to the dinning area. She opens up the fish basket and rolls the rock out. It has such an odd look and shape, she further examined the blue and red colored rock, it had quite the unique colors. She started to pick at the unique texture on the rock, for it to be on the beach, she'd think that it'd be smooth like a river stone. Its not like someone could just simply drop it there. She soon realized that the texture was constant around the entirety of the rock.

"Hmm..." She hummed in thought, quite the uniquely shaped stone it is.

After dinner and her bath (one that she takes much more often then most of the Vikings in the village), she heads down to the dinning area to pull the off the fire. She unhooks it from its latch and places it on the flat stone on the side, she doesn't bother to put out the fire. It keeps the house warm, it helps make up for the lack of body heat in the room with four walls. She glances at the rock, noticing that she didn't place it back into the basket, 'Oh well...' She continues up to her room

The next morning she is unpleasantly awoken by the sounds of shouting and screaming and... squealing... 'Oh yeah, that's right... The Dance Festival...' Great... all she needed was some social gathering that she can screw up again. Last time, she spilled the delicacy of the night all over the floor. But then she had to remind herself that Stoick the Vast would be taking her tonight so it wouldn't be all that bad.

Throwing the sheets off, she gets up and gets dressed, its a routine. She heads downstairs not bothering to eat any breakfast, for the third day in a row. But as she passes the fire pit, something seems off. She turns back around and scans the area, "What the...?" How did that get there?