This chapter is a time skip of three years. Thank you for all the reviews. I'm really excited to keep going with this story. Thank you for reading and please review.

Reader pov

I had lived on Berk for a little over three years. I was nineteen and a lot of things had changed in those three years.

Aside from growing a few inches, I had learnt ways to use magi to help the people, as well as a few fighting skills Astrid taught me. It wasn't a lot, but enough to be able to defend myself and help Hiccup and the others fight against the Outcasts or the Beserkers when needed. However, it was best for me to avoid close combat as much as possible. I was better doin far-range fighting using simple spells and directing Cedrych.

Everyone, including myself had grown up a lot, especially Hiccup. He had gotten tall, and his hair seemed slightly darker. He had also been working on building various things for both himself and Toothless.

Life was going very well for me. I had become good friends with Hiccup, was friends with Astrid and Fishlegs, and occasionally got along well with the others. I wasn't necessarily liked by everyone, but from what I could tell no one seemed to particularly dislike me. Of course nothing is perfect, but I was generally happy.

There were, however, my feelings for Hiccup. He was really attractive, in addition to being really kind and fun to be around, even though he was still a bit clumsy. I had tried telling him my feelings several times in that past year alone, but every time I would get cold feet and end up not doing it. I just didn't know what to say, and I was afraid of how he would respond. So we were just friends, as much as I wanted to be more.

Hiccup had been out all day with Toothless, probably testing the different things he had been working on. Unfortunately, his little gadgets he had made still needed some work to be completely effective.

I had been helping at the dragon academy, and on the way back to the village, I found Hiccup on his way home looking as if he had been beaten up.

I stopped him, "Hiccup!" I yelled.

He looked at me with a forced smiled, "Hey, (y/n).

"What happened this time?" I noticed how dirty he was, "Did you crash land again?"

He nodded, "I've almost got it, I just need to fix the design a little, that's all."

I sighed, "You don't look so good." He looked to the side, "Come on, let me help." We headed back to his house.

Hiccup pov

I sat down as I watched (y/n) make another one of her cure things. Luckily she said that this was one that I would not have to drink.

I watched as she chanted words I didn't recognize as she usually did. We had made the agreement with her family in order to free her from a forced marriage, but as I got to know her, I had grown to love her. Not only was she very pretty, but also kind and did everything she could to help the people on Berk. Just being near her made me want to smile. I wanted her to know my feelings, but I just had no words to tell her with.

She came over with a bowl of the stuff she had made, a rag, and some gauze bandages. I took off my shirt. I noticed her face turn slightly red. She dipped the rag into the liquid and rubbed it over my wounds. It was weird, it didn't hurt at all.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I-I've never done this for a guy before."

I laughed a little, when I noticed something over in the corner of my eye. She started wrapping the gauze over my cuts and scrapes and I noticed that it was a book.

"What is that?" I asked.

She looked over to see what I was referring to, "Oh, that, it's nothing, just palm reading." She finished bandaging me, "Y-you need some rest, you get upstairs to lay down, I'll bring you up some water for you in a minute."

I sighed and went upstairs to my room. I sat up in my bed and she came up with some water just like she had promised.

"You need to sleep, you should be at least mostly healed by morning."

"(Y/n)?" She looked at me, and I held out my hand to her, "Would you read mine?" She sighed as I patted the spot on my bed next to me gesturing for her to sit down, which she did.

She held my hand up to her eyes and took a deep breath.

She lightly traced the lines on my palm with her index finger. "Hmm..." She started, "I can see that you are very kind, and intelligent. You have a lot of enthusiasm for life," she paused and made eye contact with me, then immediately looked back at my hand. "You're creative, and eccentric, but in your own weird way... charming."

My whole body froze, did she just say that? "What did you say?"

She sighed, probably realizing what she had just said, "I-I uh..." She looked to the side, "I know you're all those things, even without looking at your palm."

"What are you saying then?"

"Hiccup, I know we're friends, and I don't want to ruin that, but the truth is," she covered her face with her hand, "I've been in love with you for a really long time."