Hiccup opened her eyes, being welcomed by the foggy sunlight that dance around her room. The fog in the room added to the brightness, making Hiccup cover her eyes and adjust to it.

Hiccup turned to lay on her left side, facing away from the stairs. She held the necklace from Thor's Beach in front of her, turning it in all directions as she held it in her hands.

As Hiccup observed the necklace, she thought up a few questions, Who's Draymore? How did this necklace get here? Did this belong to someone from a few generations ago?

Hiccup thought it was, but deep down inside, she knew she had seen this necklace before. She just didn't remember where or when.

Hiccup rolled onto her back and put on the pendant, hiding it under her tunic. She looked up at the ceiling of her room for a long minute... until she realised something.

"Aw no! I'm late for work!"

Hiccup climbed out of bed and pulled a white sash off the chair in front of her desk. She quickly did a half-braid-half-ponytail kind of style in her hair before she wrapped the sash around the braided part. After Hiccup was satisfied with her hair and got dressed, she made haste for the blacksmith shop.

000

Gobber held Hiccup's shield project and turned it in all directions, "Where is that lever that sets off the grappling hook?"

"Gobber?"

Gobber jumped at his unexpected guest, accidentally setting of the shield's grappling hook, and wrapping it around Stoick the Vast. Gobber quickly ran over to untie his friend, as Stoick explained his plan.

"Gobber, is Hiccup here?"

"No, Chief. She's late."

"Good. I wouldn't want her to hear this."

"Hear what?"

"I'm going to patrol Berk at night on Thornado."

"You're right, Hiccup wouldn't be too pleased to hear that."

"Well, you know how she is, Gobber: always doing everything she can to protect the dragons. I can't blame her, she's one of them... partially... But you know I have to keep her here on Berk, where I can see her. I don't want to risk her getting shot down again. She's still in shock that Mildew betrayed her."

"She was damn well pissed off too. Did you see that rag he was wearing over one side of his face? Wouldn't be surprised if that was Hiccup's doing!"

"Hiccup would have been capable of that yes. But you get where I'm going with this. I want to keep Berk safe just as much as she does, but she can't know about this. You need to make sure she doesn't."

"No problem, Chief."

A pile of crates came crashing down as Hiccup tripped over them running in. One of the crates fell on Gobber, who was still holding the now-reloaded-shield. The grappling hook shot out of the shield and struck Stoick in the gut.

Hiccup scrambled to her feet and looked down to the floor, "Sorry..."

Gobber tried his best to sound like his usual self, "You're late."

"I know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

Hiccup took one of the aprons off the hook and put it on, shyly walking over to the forge.

"Well," said Stoick, "It was nice to talk to you, Gobber. Have a good day. You too Hiccup."

"Sure!" replied Hiccup, "No problem." Hiccup took the moment to turn to all the exits of the building. Stoick was gone. Hiccup sighed with relief that Gobber didn't-

"What made you late? Did you sleep in or something?"

Nooo! Hiccup internally complained. ".. I was working on some sketches. It's the one thing I still enjoy that isn't flying."

Gobber didn't buy Hiccup's excuse, but it was plausible, so he let it go. He left Hiccup to get some more materials for the mold.

Hiccup sighed with relief as she grabbed an axe and began to sharpen it on the grinding mill. Hiccup's moment of relief was depleted as she felt a sudden breeze behind her.

Jack walked in front of Hiccup and waved in the casual "good morning" style. Hiccup only nodded and grunted in acknowledgement. Jack smiled, "Aren't you going to say 'good morning back'?"

Hiccup made a throat-clearing noise and nodded towards Gobber, who was returning with a handful of ore.

Jack raised his hands above his head, "Don't worry, I can't be heard by those who don't believe. Can't be touched by them either. Unless they believe, they can just walk right through me and never even know it."

Hiccup leaned closer and whispered, "I can't talk to you because I'm not a Guardian. They can see, hear and touch me. Therefore, if I talk to you, and they don't believe, I look insane."

Jack chuckled, "You'll have to talk to me sooner or later. It gets lonely if there's no one to talk to. You could at least acknowledge me more often."

Hiccup sighed in annoyance, "Fine. Later."

Jack smiled. Hiccup was hoping her final reply would make him leave, but the winter Guardian just watched her as she worked her shift in the blacksmith shop.