There are some days when the pain is so bad it's unbearable; so bad that she just wants to lie there an drown in the pain that she has succumbed to in the days since he left. The necklace that rests in the delicate hollow of her neck is heavy with memories and grief.
It's been years since they last saw each other, least of all spoke. Every night she is haunted with the times they spent together in quiet company. The vision of his face the day he left is forever burned into her mind, never to be removed.
Today is another day wasted where she stands and stares…and hopes.
Dark swirls of blue and grey is all he has seen for so long now. No matter how hard they try they cannot replace the image of the warm, welcoming depths that await him when he returns… if she still remembers.
Hope burns alive like fire in his veins as the boat powers through the water, the vessel cutting through the waves as a knife cuts through butter. Powering home.
Home. A word that has become so meaningful in the years he's been gone. It's where he belongs and where he longs to be.
Days pass. Weeks pass. Months pass…and still he does not return. Many have lost hope, yet she does not. How can she? She can't move on without him. His name brings a mix of angst, sorrow, and happiness to her heart. The eyes that she knew he once loved (still loves) have become dull and lifeless, a lacklustre impression of what they once were.
Another dreary, insignificant day dawns and again she drags herself out of bed and stands watch atop the cliff top. Rain plummets down making seeing almost impossible. Squinting out into the pouring rain, she fails to see the figures that stand behind.
"Astrid."
Turning round as if she'd been slapped; eyes wide and returning to their original bright and shiny orbs. Strangled noises erupt from her throat, a literal sound for his name.
"Hiccup?"
Slowly, she shuffles forward and collapses into his awaiting arms. Although it's raining and cold, it's warm and safe against his body.
The large hulking black dragon rears up onto his hind legs and silently spreads his wings providing comfort and tranquillity from the moonlit sky that is starting to turn orange with a new dawn of a new day.
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