A/N : Thank you, reviewers :). And, Star, boys are VERY fun to wrap around your finger ;). In the nicest way possible, of course.

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Anniversary

It was funny how quickly life in Berk went when you were actually part of it instead of standing on the outside. It had already been almost a year since the Green death, and people were preparing to celebrate the peace still going on between the dragons and vikings.

Today, however, Hiccup had other things on his mind.

Stoick had gone off to a neighboring tribe for whatever reason, and Hiccup knew why he chose this week exactly, too. Not that he'd ever call him out on it. Toothless, sensing the negative feelings from the boy, had gone off by himself, giving his best friend some space.

Which was good. Today, Hiccup needed his space.

He woke up at dawn to go to the far side of the island, bringing nothing but a small sack of food. There was a large, steep hill that Hiccup had to climb, which was difficult with his new leg, but he managed. Once arriving at his destination, he dropped to his knees in front of the stone in front of him. Carefully, he wiped off the leaves and dirt to reveal the name Helene.

Hiccup made himself comfortable on the grass, facing the grave. "Hi, mom," he started. "You wouldn't believe what happened this year."

He paused, as if someone answered him. With a hint of a smile, he began his story. "Well, we don't hunt dragons anymore. That's my fault. I shot one down—no, seriously—and went to go find it when no one believed me. When I found it, it was a Night Fury! But... I couldn't kill it. So I let it go. And, well, one thing led to another and we became friends and I was at the top of the class, too. But, then, everyone found out. It all turned out okay, though. In fact, we're living in peace with the dragons. I even have one; the one I found. I named him Toothless. He's my best friend."

The viking boy stopped again, putting his hand on the cold engraving of his mother's burial place. "Life is good now. Really good," he continued. "I'm a hero 'cause I saved everyone from this giant dragon that was like the queen bee of all the other dragons. I came out okay, I guess. Except for my leg. That's gone now." He turned away, looking at the village.

"Everyone treats me equally now. And the other kids here are my friends. Hel, I even got a girlfriend. Her name's Astrid. Do you remember her, Mom?" Hiccup sat back, placing his hands behind him for support, looking at the sky now. "She's still pretty violent and stuff, but she's nice. I really like her."

He sighed now. "Dad's fine, in case you were wondering. He left earlier in the week to take care of some business. I have to wonder; does he still talk to you like this, too? He actually talks to me now. More than awkwardly, at least. He's proud of me," he said with the beginnings of a smile forming on his lips. "It's different... but I could get used to it."

The corners of his mouth dipped down a little. "Would you be proud, too, Mom? If you were still here? I think you'd like Toothless. Him and Dad even get along now. Sometimes."

A shuddering sigh left the boy as he dropped his face into his hands, holding back tears. "It's been six years, you know. People say it'd get easier... but it didn't. I miss you."

Hiccup didn't know how long he stayed there, just talking to the rock which his mother was buried under, believing that, maybe, she could hear him from wherever she was now.

The sun was setting now, and Hiccup knew he'd have to get back soon. However, he made no move to stand until he heard the pads of large feet hitting the ground, followed by lighter steps. A large snout nudged his back.

"Hey, buddy," he said, turning to his dragon. He pat him on his nose before turning to his other visitor.

"I've been looking for you all day," Astrid confessed, looking at the ground.

Hiccup scratched the back of his head. "Well, uh, I've been here."

"I know."

Toothless pushed Hiccup again, nodding toward the village. He was probably hungry, but...

"I-I'll start heading down soon. I just need to..." He turned back around, sitting back on his spot. It was quiet before a pair of slim arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind.

More silence followed. "Hiccup?" Astrid asked cautiously.

"Yeah?"

She sighed. "I can't imagine how much you miss her. And I know why you came up here, but you shouldn't have to just sit here all alone. Can I... talk to her, too?"

Hiccup gave her a startled glance before slowly nodding. Letting go of him, she knelt on the spot next to him, leaning forward to pat the grave.

"Hi, Helene. It's Astrid."

The two of them sat there through the night, not saying much. But, maybe, somewhere far away, a viking woman was looking down at them, happy that the boy finally had a place.

A/N : Meh, this idea has been in my mind for a while now. Just wanted to act on it, I guess.

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