*Unimportant Dialogue* If you want, you could pretty much skip this chapter. I was bored and I wanted them to talk. So I just wrote this, it's not very interesting but, I don't care.

Also, a few of you said you were confused. What were you confused about? I'll explain if I need to. Hiccup and Astrid were hurt by what Thora said and did because they were shocked that their daughter would do something like that. Thora's adoptive mom will be in the next chapter. If there's anything else you guys are confused about, just tell me. I know I tend to write confusing chapters and not explain, most of it will hopefully be explained in later chapters but it may not be if I don't know why you guys are confused.

So yeah. And again, unimportant chapter, you can skip if you want. Just know that there will be tension between Eirik and Thora in the next chapter but it will be explained then as well. So yeah.

Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon

Annika of Berk

Chapter Three: Talking
Thora's POV

I walked away from the village and towards the forest area of the island. I walked until I saw a valley-like area. I sat at the edge, looking down into it. I sighed.

"Thora," a voice said from behind me.

"Leave me alone..." I muttered.

Eirik sat next to me. "Why would you do that?" he asked gently, "They raised you, they're your family. Why would you send your dragon after them?"

I didn't look at him. "She won't hurt them," I replied quietly, "I trained her not to use her more dangerous attacks without my command... They'll be fine..."

"But still, why would you do that?"

"Because I was angry," I stood up, "They lied to me about my whole life... And when I met my real parents, my father brings an army to find me..."

I cross my arms and turn my back to him. "They care about you, Thora," he told me and I heard him stand up, "They only wanted to bring you back home because they don't lose you."

"...They already have."

"Thora-"

"Why do you even care?!" I spin around to face him, putting my arms to my side and clenching my fists.

He frowns. "You're my future wife, I want to talk to you," he said, "I want to help you if I can."

I scowl. "Just go away..." I blinked away tears of frustration and sadness over our arranged marriage.

"Hey," he took my hands and looked me in the eyes, "stop trying to push me away. Let me help you, Thora."

I pulled my hands away and rubbed a stray tear away. I let out a breath and looked at the ground. "...Please, just leave me alone."

He put his hand under my chin and lifted it gently. I turned my head away from him but he used his hand to turn my head again. "Stop it," I looked away again and took a step to the side.

He took my hand in his and put the other on my shoulder, pulling me towards him. And he kissed me gently. I pulled away quickly and took my dagger out of its sheath. I put it up to his throat. He looked at me emotionlessly, as if he was daring me to harm him.

I scowled and pushed him back. I turned and started to walk away. "Thora, wait," he said and put his hand on my shoulder.

"What do you want?" I asked quietly as I looked at him.

With his other hand, he took my dagger and looked at me, studying me. When I had met him, he looked at me with sadness and disappointment, now, he looked at me with curious and caring eyes.

"I... thought you were upset with me for sending Ember after my parents..." I said, confused, "So why did you..."

"You're different than I thought you'd be," he told me.

"What do you mean?"

"The way my parents spoke about you," he continued, "it sounded like you were a down-to-earth, follow-the-rules kind of girl... But you're not. You do want you want, you're determined, you're strong, you're beautiful... But you're also head-strong, overconfident, and you don't care if you hurt others as long as it means you get what you want..."

I raised an eyebrow. "So...?"

"So, I think I can change you."

I rolled my eyes. "You sound like you want to marry me."

He shrugged. "There are worse people I could end up with."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" I crossed my arms.

He sighed and pulled me towards a tree by the edge of the valley. He motioned for me to sit down, and I did, letting my legs hang over the edge. He sat next to me and leaned against the trunk of the tree.

"If you want to keep scolding me for having Ember attack my dad, I don't want to hear it," I told him.

"No, I don't want to talk about that," he replied, "I want to talk about you."

I looked at him. "What about me?" I asked.

"Just... you. Your hobbies, your favorite things... I want to get to know you."

I sighed and asked quietly, "Can I have my dagger back? Please?"

"Not until you tell me about yourself," he smirked at me.

"Fine..." I rolled my eyes, "I'm a dragon fighter."

"You mean, you kill dragons?" he looked upset.

"I try not to."

He glanced at my dagger. "What exactly do you do in a dragon fight?" he asked.

"You've never seen one?" he shook his head, "Same thing as in dragon training. You just fight a dragon until they either figure out you're not giving up or... you kill them."

He looked back at me. "Why would you kill an innocent dragon?"

"I don't. All the dragons I fight have gone crazy and killed or tried to kill their owners. I'm not that heartless, Eirik."

"But there must be a reason they went crazy! Maybe their owners mistreated them."

I scowled. "You just don't like the fact that I kill dragons, do you?"

"It's wrong, Thora!" he glared at me, "You're not going to be able to that after we're married."

"Excuse me?!" I clenched my fists, "Who are you to tell me what I can and can't do?!"

"I won't allow you to continue killing dragons! I don't want to risk our children becoming dragon fighters."

I raised an eyebrow. "Who said anything about children?!"

"You don't want kids?" he asked skeptically.

"No way! Do I seem like the motherly type?!" I crossed my arms.

"Guess not..."

I looked at him questioningly. "You actually want kids?"

He nodded and I rolled my eyes. I stood up and held my hand out. "Dagger," I said simply and he hesitantly handed it to me.

I slid it into its sheath and started to walk away.

"This is so not going to work out..." I muttered.

I hate this chapter, it's weird, it's unneeded, it's... I don't even know. But if you did read it, thank you.

So yeah.

Have a blessed day.
~Nydroj