Hiccup
The memory of his parents dancing together seemed like it happened five hundred years ago instead of close to twelve. Was it only twelve years ago that Mom and Dad danced together, only for Dad to die just a couple of hours later, leaving him chief? Was it only twelve years ago that his funeral was held? Was it coming close to eleven and a half years since Siren was born?
Somehow, those memories made Hiccup feel old, even though he was just thirty-two. Astrid was the same age he was; she was just two months younger than him. It had only been a month since she turned thirty-two...and it would only be a month that the twelfth anniversary of learning that Astrid was expecting would happen. Then, another five months, Siren's twelfth birthday.
At the far end of the ship, Astrid was sitting on the stairs, just looking down. Hiccup wanted to go and see if anything was wrong, but he probably shouldn't. Astrid had left him and their daughter behind, and even though he still loved her, he was angry. How could any mother do that to her own child?
Hiccup could imagine Dad coming up behind him and saying, "You know how I feel now."
Yeah, Dad. Hiccup thought. I really do now.
If you don't see any review calling my work shit, it's because I took it down. Yes, most people don't like to be criticised, but it would be nice if those who do criticise do it nicely. It takes only one second to be nice. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and the rest of the story. Thank you for reading a story by a random Canuck in Texas North, eh.