Don't worry; the chapter title isn't as ominous as it sounds. It just seemed to fit more than the previous name I had for it, considering Siri gets into a little bit of strife in this chapter. This idea turned into something completely different to what I had planned, but I regret nothing!

This chapter is really emotional because of what happens in it. You will also see a very maternal and emotional side to Astrid in this chapter that I don't think I've really touched on this series as of yet. I just thought of the idea and then it expanded into what it is now, so I hope you all like it! :)


Chapter 9 - The Accident


A year ago, Hiccup and Astrid didn't think there could have been anything worse than the terrible twos. That is until Siri reached a stage that Hiccup so correctly dubbed, the 'curious threes', called specifically because at three and a half years of age, Siri was now curious about everything in her life, spanning from weaponry, to the outskirts of Berk. Normally this wasn't a problem because Hiccup and Astrid were always there with her when she got too curious to keep her out of trouble.

Until today that was.

Having gone out early with Toothless for a council meeting, Hiccup was to be out most of the day. Because of this, for a majority of the day, it was just Astrid and Siri in the house, making it difficult for Astrid to be able to watch over the curious toddler at all hours of the day.

That is where the trouble started.

Not long after Hiccup had left for the day, Astrid had gone upstairs to do some much needed housework, leaving Siri to play downstairs. The three year old hadn't seemed to be in a curious mood when Astrid had left her to it, so what happened next was beyond anything Astrid could have predicted.

Siri got her hands on Astrid's axe.

Having gotten her first toy axe for her previous birthday, Siri had become curious as to how to throw a real one. The three year old had always watched in awe as Astrid practiced with hers from time to time and because of that the little girl had decided she wanted to learn how to use one too. It didn't look too hard and all the young girl wanted was to show her mummy that she could be just like her!

Looking up at the top level of the house, Siri searched for any signs of her mother. Now, what was interesting about the Haddock house was that the top story had a balcony that stretched all around the diameter of the house, making it easier to walk around the whole top level and easily enter all four rooms in the house. One room was Hiccup and Astrid's bedroom, one was her bedroom and the other two was a spare bedroom and wash room. Near her parent's room and the washroom were stairs that lead down to the bottom level of the house. Theirs was the only house like it on Berk as Hiccup designed it himself as a wedding present for Astrid.

Unfortunately this design also made it easy to check if you were going to get caught out doing something you shouldn't be, which was exactly what the inquisitive three year old was doing. Seeing Astrid was in her room, with the door only just ajar, Siri quietly went over to the table where Astrid's axe was laying. Standing on tip toes, the little girl could only just reach it, but after a few moments she managed to get it down without any problems.

The axe was almost bigger than the three year old and Siri could barely lift it. She tried to hold it like her mother did, but it weighted her down. The same thing happened when she tried to balance the weight on her shoulder like she sometimes saw Astrid do. Holding it in both hands, the weight of it was less pronounced, so with the axe firmly in her hands, she threw it at the target set up in the middle of the room.

Missing it by a mile, the little girl winced as she heard the crash it made upon the wooden floor. Nervously looking up at the top level, Siri was surprised the noise hadn't alerted her mother to her actions. Double checking her mother's whereabouts, she went over to retrieve the axe as an idea suddenly struck her. She may not be able to throw it, but maybe she could throw it in the air and catch it like she saw her mother do. It didn't look too hard.

Taking the axe in both her hands, Siri gently throwing it up in the air. Luckily for her, it missed and landed on the floor, with one of its sharp edges caught in the wooden floor. Grabbing hold of the other end, Siri tried to pull it out as hard as she could, but it was stuck tight. Sticking her tongue out in concentration, she tried again, but before the young girl could even react, the axe suddenly come lose and wheeled back towards her, with one of it's sharp corners making contact with the top of her hand.

Blood came gushing out in a rush of scarlet and the pain was like a thousand bee stings all at once. In shock, Siri just stared at it for a moment, before tears began to well up at the corner of her eyes, and bursting into tears, she began to scream.

"MUMMMMMMMMMY!"

"Siri, what is it?!" Rushing out onto the upstairs balcony, Astrid looked down at the little girl, only to freeze in horror at the sight in front of her for a moment, before panic overtook her mind as she raced down the stairs towards her panic stricken daughter.

"Siri! What in Thors name have you done?" Astrid screamed hysterically as she grabbed a cloth, before falling fell to her knees beside her weeping daughter.

"I use your axe, mummy. I sorry," Siri sobbed, as Astrid quickly applied the cloth around her daughter's bloody hand in an effort to stop the flow of blood. The pressure of the cloth on her stinging hand, though, just made Siri recoil and sob harder as she buried her head into Astrid's chest in pain. Astrid's heart broke seeing her little girl in so much pain, and as much as the young mother wanted answers for why her daughter would do this, now was not the time to reprimand her. It would have to wait.

Siri let out another whimper. "Oh, I know sweetie, I know," Astrid whispered softly to her as she got up to collect another bandage. "It's alright, I'm right here," Astrid reassured the toddler as she let out another sob at the jostled movement in her hand as her mother sat them back down.

"Alright sweetie," Astrid said soothingly, "let's see what this looks like, OK?" Taking Siri's hand in her own, Astrid gently unwrapped the piece of cloth around the little girl's hand making Siri suddenly hiss in pain and sob harder.

"Oh baby I'm sorry, but I have to look at it," Astrid told her softly. "It's alright, I promise." Giving her mother a tearful nod, Astrid looked down at her daughter's wound. At first glance it didn't look promising, but at closer inspection Astrid gave a sigh of relief as she noticed it wasn't as deep as she first thought it to be. It seems the little girl was lucky.

"Well, that's not too bad now is it?" Astrid asked her daughter with a kind smile. "It's just a lot of nasty blood that's all." Looking up from her mother's chest, Siri nervously took a peek at her hand and was surprised to find her mummy was right. It didn't look too bad after all.

Taking some water and a cloth from the table next to them, Astrid quickly took her daughter's hand again. "I'm just going to clean this nasty wound up, sweetie. We don't want it to start bleeding again now, do we?" she asked the little girl, who's eyes widened in horror at the thought before shaking her head. Holding out her hand for her mother, Astrid carefully applied the wet cloth to Siri's hand, who suddenly screamed in pain and burst into tears once more. Astrid knew this had to be done, but it still didn't stop her own eyes filled with tears seeing her daughter in so much pain.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I know it hurts, but I have to do it," Astrid said dejectedly as she kissed her daughters head lovingly as she continued to carefully clean the cut, making sure she didn't hurt her little girl further. Siri allowed her mother to continue working on her hand, but that didn't stop her from wincing every now and then as kept her face hidden in her mother's shirt. Luckily the cut wasn't very deep, but it did run along the length of her hand and the flow of blood was only just now beginning to slow as Astrid tenderly dabbed at the edges of the wound making sure it was properly clean.

"All clean sweetie," Astrid finally said, as she took a bandage in her hand. "I'm going to bandage this up now, and then we'll let it heal on its own. It's going to be alright," Astrid added softly as Siri looked at the bandage with fearful eyes, but she bravely held out her hand as Astrid positioned the bandage onto the young girl's hand and carefully began to wrap it. Siri Whimpering in pain at the pressure, Siri cuddled up to her mother's chest as close as she could.

"We're all all done, sweetheart," Astrid finally announced after awhile, showing the girl her freshly bandaged hand. "Now," she continued, "it's going to hurt for awhile, but it'll get better. You were such a brave girl," Astrid said gently as she finally enveloped her daughter in her arms and rocked her gently as Siri continued to sob into her mother's chest.

"Shh, it's alright sweetie, it's alright," Astrid cooed softly, kissing the girl's blonde head tenderly. She continued to whisper that to the sobbing girl for several minutes, until finally, Siri looked up at her mother tearfully, but composed.

"Does it hurt much anymore Siri?" Astrid asked her gently and Siri shook her head as she gazed at her mother with a guilty expression.

"Mummy," she said quietly, "I sorry for touching wour axe." Astrid's face fell. Now that everything was calm, the young woman suddenly felt a wave of emotions come over that she had managed to bury deep down while tending to her daughter. Now that she was alright, though, all of those fears and worries she had felt before suddenly came bubbling back to the surface faster than she could stop them.

"'Siri, what in Thor's name were you thinking!" Astrid exclaimed exasperated, causing Siri to wince at the sudden noise. "Didn't daddy and I tell you never to touch that axe?!" Astrid asked her. "Why did you do it?"

Siri looked up at her mother tearfully. "I wanned to show you I could frow an axe too mummy," Siri explained to her mother as big fat tears rolled down her cheeks. "I sorry mummy," she sobbed.

Astrid's chest tightened. "Oh Siri, you know you're not allowed to touch my axe, though. You're too young and this-" she nodded to Siri's bandaged hand seriously, "-is why daddy and I set these rules. To protect you." Astrid cupped her daughter's chin in her hand as she glanced down at her shoes and Siri looked at her mother guiltily. "Sweetie," Astrid said gently, I know you want to be like me and daddy, but you're just too young. Especially to play with an axe," she added with a shudder. She looked over at the table with a frown. "How did this even happen anyway?" Astrid asked, aghast, as she turned her head back towards Siri. "I thought the table was too high for you to reach?"

Siri looked down at her shoes sheepishly. "I frew the axe, and it got stuck,' the three year old explained nervously. "I twied to pick it up and it gots woose," she said quietly.

Astrid's eyes widened in horror as she realised exactly how this had occurred and felt sickened at what the outcome may have been. Tears filled her eyes.

"Siri, that was a very silly thing to do!" she suddenly burst out, all calmness vanishing as emotions began to spill from her body. "Getting an axe out of the floor is very dangerous; you should have come to me. You may have gotten in trouble, but that's better than what could have happened to you!" Astrid met her daughter's tear filled eyes with her own. "You could have taken your hand off," she said, her voice dropping dramatically. "What would I have felt then Siri?"

Siri's lip wobbled before she suddenly burst into tears of shame, flinging her arms around her mother in the process. That was it for Astrid too, who also burst into tears and pulled her daughter into a tight embrace, never wanting to let go. Siri possibly losing her hand was too much for the young mother to handle, no matter how strong she was.

"Siri, promise me you will never touch a weapon without me or daddy ever again," Astrid said, emotion evident in her voice. "Promise me that sweetie," she said, a little more desperately.

Siri nodded. "I pwomise mummy."

"I mean it baby," Astrid quickly cut in. "I can't bare the thought of my daughter losing her hand to something as simple as being curious. It breaks my heart enough everyday to see your daddy without his leg, but to see my little girl without her hand would be torture. How do you think your daddy and I would feel Siri?" Astrid choked out and Siri's eyes widened in understanding.

"You'd feel sad?" Siri asked sadly and Astrid nodded.

"I wouldn't just feel sad sweetie, I'd be devastated," Astrid said tearfully as she held her daughter in her arms tightly. "I wouldn't know what to do and I would always feel guilty for me being the one that left the axe there in the first place." She looked into her daughter's bright azure eyes firmly. "Promise me you will never disobey us like this again," she pleaded with the little girl, who nodded with as much seriousness as she could show.

"I pwomise mummy," Siri promised her sincerely as Astrid pulled the little girl into her embrace again, hugging her as tight as she was able too.

Siri wrapped her arms around Astrid's neck and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I weally sorry mummy," Siri said seriously, making Astrid gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead before giving her a watery smile.

"It's alright sweetie, I'm not mad," Astrid reassured her little girl softly, as she stroked her blonde locks. "I was just so scared at what you'd done. I know I shouldn't have left the axe there, but you should have known better not to touch it, "Astrid said softly.

Siri looked down at her shoes. "I know," she said quietly.

Astrid cupped the girl's chin and tilted her head up to look at her, before giving her a small smile. "I love you sweetheart," she said, "and that's the reason daddy and I want you to obey us. Do you understand that?" Astrid asked her gently.

"Yes mummy," she said, before she suddenly beamed, her bright blue eyes lighting up as she did so. "I wuv you too," the little girl said lovingly and Astrid stroked the girl's blonde locks back and kissed her forehead, before taking her in her arms and standing up.

"You know what, I think when your hand is better I should start giving you some basic axe throwing lessons. That way you will know how to handle an axe safer at least," Astrid said thoughtfully. "How does that sound?" Astrid asked.

"I'd like that mummy!" Siri exclaimed with great enthusiasm, causing Astrid to laugh.

"We won't be using a real axe though, sweetie, you'll use your toy one. When you're older, then you can use a real one." Astrid suddenly frowned. "After today though, I don't want you going near one for awhile," Astrid said hesitantly and Siri saw the look of fear in her mother's eyes and got up, taking a hold of her hand gently.

"I won' mummy," Siri reassured her kindly and Astrid smiled proudly at her daughter, before bending down to give her kiss on the cheek.

"I know you won't sweetie," Astrid said with smile, before she looked over at the floor with a slight pang to her stomach. "Alright, why don't you go play and I'll clean up here. When daddy gets home, though, we'll have to tell him what happened."

Siri looked at her mother worriedly. "Do we has too? He'll be worried mummy," Siri said anxiously.

Astrid smiled reassuringly at her daughter. "He'll know as soon as he sees your hand Siri; he needs to know. He won't be mad," Astrid reassured her daughter, who was looking extremely nervous, "but he'll be very upset. Just like I was," Astrid said gently.

Siri gave a sigh, but nodded. "Otay."

"Alright, you go play now. I'll be right here," Astrid said with a smile, before she went to pick up her axe and her smile vanished. She had forgotten momentarily that her axe had a small amount of blood from where it hit Siri and a wave of nausea hit her. She never wanted to use this axe again after what it almost did to her little girl. When Hiccup got home, she would ask him to take it from her sight and then get him to make her a new one.

"Mummy, are you OK?" Siri asked her worriedly as she noticed her mother had frozen in her spot, making Astrid snap out of her reverie and smile down at her daughter.

"I'm fine sweetie," she assured her with a small smile. "I just need to clean this axe up." She gestured to the blood covered patch on the floor beside her. "You go play and I'll join you in a minute if you want," Astrid said and Siri nodded and ran off to sit on her blanket with her dragon and Viking dolls. With a sigh, Astrid began working on cleaning the blood off the axe, tears prickling at her eyes as she did, but she ignored them, before going upstairs to put it away for now. There was no way she was ever using that one again as long as she lived, she thought, before she went to join Siri on the blanket. She wasn't letting her daughter out of her sight for the rest of the day.


Hiccup trudged up the hill to his house. It was just after sunset and he was exhausted, having been at the Great Hall with the council since early that morning. Beside him, Toothless looked as weary as his rider and both were ready to collapse in exhaustion as Hiccup opened the door to his house.

Astrid and Siri both looked up from her place at the table, as Hiccup and Toothless came trudging in and Astrid couldn't help but laugh at how exhausted the two looked.

"Someone seems to have had a long day. How was it?" Astrid asked him with a grin.

Hiccup groaned and plopped himself down next to her with a yawn. "Long, boring and tiring that's how it was," Hiccup said dryly, before he suddenly grinned. "The only exciting thing that came out of that meeting was that Tuff and Annika are engaged."

"It's about time," Astrid chuckled. "Can't say I'm sorry for missing that meeting, though," she grinned, making Hiccup chuckle.

"You would," Hiccup grinned and Astrid grinned back, before pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss which Hiccup gladly leant in to as he went to deepen it. Before he could, though, they were suddenly interrupted.

"EWW!"

Hiccup and Astrid broke apart with a laugh as they looked at their three year old daughter, who had a look of disgust on her face.

"What's wrong sweetie? You don't like mummy and me kissing?" Hiccup asked her with a grin and Siri giggled and shook her head.

"No, it gross!" Siri giggled and Hiccup went to laugh again, before he suddenly froze, a frown appearing on his face.

"Siri, what did you do to your hand sweetie?" Hiccup asked her curiously, noticing the tightly wrapped bandage on his little girl's hand.

Siri looked down sheepishly and Astrid cleared her throat nervously as met Hiccup's eyes with an awkward look.

Hiccup frowned nervously."Is there something I should know?" he asked uncertainly.

As Siri kept her head down in embarrassment, Astrid sighed. "Siri thought it was a good idea to play with my axe this morning," Astrid explained to him with a sigh and Hiccup's eyes widened in horror.

"What!" he exclaimed. "How badly was she hurt? Is she alright?" Hiccup said frantically as he hastily rushed over to his little girl to check on her hand.

"I fine daddy, weally," Siri said as Hiccup took a hold of her hand gently.

"She was lucky," Astrid broke in, causing Hiccup to look towards her. "The axe didn't hit her with too much force, so it's just a cut. It could have been so much worse," Astrid reassured him, though Hiccup could detect something else in his wife's tone of voice that she wasn't letting on, but decided not to ask about it that point in time.

"How did it even happen?" Hiccup asked his wife anxiously as he picked up his daughter, placing her on his lap as he did so.

"She threw the axe and it got stuck in the floor," Astrid explained quietly as she looked over at Hiccup. "Then she tried to get it out and it came out when she least expected it."

"It went back, and hit her hand didn't it?" Hiccup guessed, his face paling at the knowledge and when both Astrid and Siri nodded, Hiccup groaned and put his face in his hands.

Siri wrapped her arms around her daddy and kissed his cheek. "I ok daddy, my hand is just sore. I sorry."

Hiccup looked up at her with a serious look on his face. "I know you are sweetie, but please never do that again," Hiccup said desperately, his face still pale. "We told you never to touch that axe and you disobeyed us. You're lucky that it only got your hand."

Siri nodded solemnly. "I know, daddy," she said. "I never touch it again, I pwomise."

Hiccup smiled and wrapped his arms around hers in a tight embrace, before kissing her forehead.

"You don't think she needs any more punishment do you Hiccup?" Astrid piped up as the thought suddenly occurred to her. "I think getting your hand cut open is punishment enough, but I thought we'd agree on that together," Astrid explained seeing Hiccup look over at her quizzically.

Hiccup looked down at his little girl's apologetic look and her bandaged hand and nodded in agreement.

"I think she's been punished enough," Hiccup agreed. "She's going to be sore for a few days as it is."

"Thank you daddy," Siri said gratefully and Hiccup and Astrid both smiled at her, before Astrid stood up from her chair.

"Alright sweetie, let daddy have his dinner now," Astrid said. "We'll go upstairs for your bath, OK?" She held out her hand and Siri took a hold of it as she slid down off Hiccup's lap.

Toothless went over to Siri and sniffed her bandaged hand before they went upstairs, before nuzzling up to her gently. He wasn't happy that the little girl had hurt herself, but was glad she was alright.

"I ok, Toofas," Siri said brightly and Toothless gave her a reassured coo, before letting her go upstairs.

Hiccup looked at Toothless with a sigh when they were out of sight. "And I thought we had a bad day bud," Hiccup said and Toothless gave his friend a sad coo in agreement.

"I also think Astrid is more worried than she's letting on too,' Hiccup sighed. "I'll ask her about it tonight. She can't keep this bottled up."


Hiccup knew he was right in his assumption when he and Astrid prepared to go to bed later that night. Astrid had spent a long while with Siri when she had put her to bed, and then she loitered around outside the door for a little while longer afterwards, only leaving when Hiccup dragged her away. It was like she was afraid of leaving Siri on her own and Hiccup knew he had to confront her about it.

Hiccup knew for sure that there was something going on with her, more than she was letting on. when Astrid barely spoke when she got ready for bed.

"Astrid, what's wrong?" Hiccup asked her worriedly. "You haven't been yourself all night, now spill. Why are you hovering around Siri so much when you said she was fine? I know it must have been scary when it happened, but is there something else you're not telling me?" Hiccup asked her coaxingly, wrapping an arm around Astrid's shoulders, before he was suddenly taken aback at the angry glare she gave him.

"Scary?" she asked him incredulously. She scoffed. "More like terrifying!" She gave him a fierce look. "Do you have any idea what it was like for me to suddenly hear our daughter scream and to come out to see her hand all bloodied up!" Hiccup opened his mouth to answer, but Astrid cut him off. "No, you don't," she fumed. "I thought our daughter had lost her hand, so forgive me for being a little protective right now!"

"Astrid, I know that must have been awful," Hiccup said gently, as he rubbed her shoulder. "How do you think I felt when you told me earlier?" He looked at her with a worried smile. "Astrid I know you, and I know when you're keeping something from me. I can tell in your voice. Now what is it?" Hiccup asked her patiently.

"I just told you, I thought our daughter had lost her hand!" Astrid retorted angrily, yanking herself away from Hiccup's touch. "You're not the one who came out of our room, and saw her bloodied hand, with my axe lying next to her!" Astrid's sapphire eyes filled with tears suddenly. "Hiccup," she said, quieter, "we knew she was getting into everything lately and yet I still left that axe there. I would have been the one responsible if our daughter lost her hand," Astrid explained huskily, as her throat began to constrict and she clenched her fist angrily as she glanced back at Hiccup. "My daughter could have lost her hand at three years old, Hiccup all because I'm an idiot!"

Hiccup was stunned. His wife was blaming herself for what almost happened; that's why she was so overprotective. Pulling her gently back towards him, Hiccup carefully stroked her blonde hair back with a loving hand.

"Astrid, it wasn't your fault. You thought the axe was out of her reach. You couldn't have known this was going to happen."

Astrid shook her head violently. "It is my fault Hiccup. I should have kept that axe way out of reach!" she sobbed. "I'm the one who almost caused our daughter to lose her hand." She sniffed loudly. "I'm her mother, I should have kept the axe locked away. This shouldn't have happened at all!" Astrid choked out as she struggled to stop the tears in her eyes from falling and failing as a couple of tears rolled down her cheeks, before spilling onto their blanket.

Hiccup reached up and wiped them away, before cupping her chin and forcing her to look at him. "Astrid, you can't blame yourself," he said. "You had no way of knowing this was going to happen, no matter what you think," he added quickly, seeing Astrid was about argue. "You are a wonderful mother," he told her lovingly, as he brushed away a few spilled tears. "As soon as you knew what happened, you got to her quickly and tended to her with no major harm done. She didn't lose her hand and all she'll get out of it is a small scar which may not be with her all her life." Hiccup smile at Astrid kindly when she looked at him attentively. "Maybe, you're right," Hiccup went on, "it shouldn't have happened, but the thing is, it did, and we can't change it. You can't be overprotective of her all her life, Astrid, she's going to get into more scrapes and you and I will be there for her when she does" Hiccup said sensibly.

Astrid's lower lip quivered before she burst into tears, flinging her arms around Hiccup as she buried her head into his chest. Wrapping his arms around his distressed wife, Hiccup pulled her into a tight embrace, stroking her hair as she cried. Hiccup knew she needed to let it all out and wasn't going to disturb her as she sobbed and just held her as tight as he was able.

"Shh, I'm right here. Just let it out," Hiccup whispered softly.

It took several minutes before Astrid finally began to calm down. Sniffling, she looked up at Hiccup and gave him a small grateful smile, which Hiccup returned as he kissed her forehead lovingly.

"You alright?" he asked her softly and Astrid nodded, keeping her arms around Hiccup's waist as she did.

"I'm alright," she sniffed, before casting her gaze up to Hiccup. "I'm sorry for snapping at you Hiccup, it's just..." She trailed off as she looked into Hiccup's eyes hesitantly. "It's just...when I saw her hand, all I could think of your leg," she choked out as she cast her eyes over Hiccup's metal leg. "It's a miracle she only just cut her hand. Hiccup, I was so scared," Astrid told him fearfully.

Hiccup kissed her forehead again. "Oh Astrid, this was nothing like what happened with my leg," he told her softly, "and it never will be if I have anything to do with it. I know you would have been scared, though. If I was there, I probably would have freaked out worse than you did." Astrid chuckled lightly. "But from what you've told me," Hiccup continued, with a small smile towards his wife, "you put your feelings aside to look after her and if that isn't being a good mother, I don't know what is," Hiccup reassured her gently as he rubbed her shoulder.

Astrid's eyes filled with tears again, but she blinked them back. She'd had enough crying for one day.

"Why is it that you always know what to say?"

Hiccup grinned at her. "Because I love you and I don't want to see my wife beat herself up over something that wasn't her fault."

Astrid blushed. "I love you too" Astrid said warmly as she leant forward and captured Hiccup's lips with her own, who responded eagerly and kissed her back contentedly, before he pulled her as close to him as he was able to manage without squashing her. After a few minutes, Hiccup pulled away with a smile at his now happier wife and caressed her cheek, allowing her to beam at him.

"I'll take the old axe to the forge tomorrow and start on a new one," Hiccup said as he nodded to the axe sitting on the table beside them. "I'm guessing you don't want to use the old one anymore?" Hiccup asked her knowingly.

Astrid nodded. "You guessed right," she said quietly, before she looked towards the door.

Seeing where her gaze was at, Hiccup touched her arm gently. "Go check on her one more time if it makes you feel better," he said and Astrid looked at him gratefully, before kissing his cheek.

"This will be the last time I promise," she assured him, before getting up and going to the room next to theirs and peeking in quietly.

Siri was curled up fast asleep, clutching her dragon doll she'd gotten from her parents on her first Snoggletog. Seeing how peaceful she looked, Astrid smiled before she tiptoed in and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead, before stroking her blonde bangs out of her face.

As she went to leave, though, Siri awoke and looked up at her mother.

"What is it mummy?" Siri asked sleepily and Astrid smiled apologetically at her daughter.

"Sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to wake you up," Astrid smiled. "I was just seeing if you were OK. How's your hand?"

Siri beamed. "It's OK. It's not hurting now."

"That's good," Astrid smiled, before her smile faded slightly. "I shouldn't have left the axe there, sweetie, I'm sorry," Astrid said guiltily.

Siri frowned. "It not your fault mummy. I wuv you," Siri said sweetly.

Astrid's heart melted for her little girl and she smiled lovingly at her daughter.

"I love you too sweetie. Now, go back to sleep," Astrid said as she pulled her blanket back up and kissed her forehead.

"OK," said Siri as she closed her eyes again, allowing Astrid to get up and quietly left the room. Upon entering her and Hiccup's room again, Hiccup looked up and saw the biggest smile on his wife's face.

"She OK?" Hiccup asked her and Astrid nodded with a proud smile.

"She's better than OK," she said with a proud smile. "She's braver than you think and I say if my 3 year old daughter can move past this without blaming me, then so can I!"


So was it emotional? I hope it was because that's what I was aiming for :/ It broke my heart to write Siri in so much pain, but as a toddler growing up in a weapon based society, I could see it happening, and I wanted to convey the consequences. For both her and Astrid, who I could imagine blaming herself for what happened, which is why I don't believe she was OOC because of the situation, because I'm sure any parent would react the same way.

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