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AN: I edited the chapter so it would be easier to read. Please don't be shy to let me know if you notice any grammatical error. English is not my first language, and though I have been practicing it for a long time, I know there are still things I need to be reminded of.

A Little More About the Story: As the title implies, this is the story of how a certain girl finds a dragon under quite different circumstance but don't think this is just my ego trying to get high. This is her story but is also Hiccup's. The past and his legacy are constantly, if not equally part of the story. What was done in the past, affects the present and future (though I am still debating with myself about the last one).

YES, there will be mature language and situations. Teens drinking, smoking and other (use your imagination.) I am not particularly good at writing lemons, but I will show one here or there every once in a while, though don't expect much detail.

SORRY, I know I have been gone for a long time, but if you check the previous chapters you will see it wasn't for naught. I was just fixing some details here and there in hopes to get a few more viewers (yes, I am greedy), and a few more reviews. I will try to post a new chapter at least every week. I hope you enjoy this one.

Chapter 11

Hiccup stood on the cliff facing the fast approaching ships of their enemies. Behind him were some of the best riders in Berk, all ready to follow him into battle. He leaned down and scratched Toothless, but the Nightfury didn't croon as he usually did. His eyes were fixed on the battle to come.

"They have catapults, make those your main targets, and then take down as many as you can" Hiccup said as he turned to face the group, "don't take any hostages" and those who hadn't noticed before now did. The young chief had changed during the war; his eyes had lost some of it's spark, the mischievousness that accompanied youth was gone. Many of the older warriors felt as if they were facing Stoic once again.

Hiccup was the first one to take into the skies, as fast as thunder before they watched in amazement as he rained fire on the Bog-Burglars. There was no hesitation, but they also didn't hear the usual cheer their young chief when he flew. He didn't take joy on this, not that they expected him to. He had always been an odd one.

"What are you lot waiting for!" Snotlout shouted feeling the rush of battle run through him "Go!"

In no time, all were at top of the ships. Snotlout ran through the decks cutting down as many enemies as he could while Hookfang did what he did best; caught himself on fire and terrorized all Vikings that he could find. He ducked as a thrown battle-ax almost cut off his head "I like your style," he said with a smirk as a thin line of blood ran from his wounded ear, before running towards the perpetrator. He blocked the man's battle-ax with his shield, feeling the full weight of his force, almost forcing him to bend his knees. But no, this was Snotlout Jorgenson! He would not kneel to anyone!

He greeted his teeth before hitting his opponent on the head with the handle of his sword. He loved the way the sound of the skull cracking under the blow. The other Viking was so dazed he didn't have a chance to defend when Snotlout slammed his shield in his face, turning his skull into powder. Blood flowed from every orifice in his head and a few more. Snotlout didn't stop to watch the other Viking choke on his own blood. He was already off to the next ship at top of Hookfang.

It would be from this that he would be recognized as one of the best Vikings of Berk. He was not the sharpest, but he was a master in the art of smashing his opponents' skulls and leaving them a bloody mess. Still, he fought only with his dragon, which came as a surprise to many. Everyone knew Snotlout had always had issues getting along with his dragon. This had improved after he got married, and his wife had showed a more kind treatment to the dragon. Still, as he sang merrily while Hookfang set another ship in flames they could understand how come they got along. Some would swear, even in their death beds that the dragon sang along with his rider. Snotlout was of the few who only fought along his dragon, unlike others near him.

Tuffnut and Ruffnut had always done things together, even when they disagreed in how to do them. During battle, it was no different, and it wasn't odd to see one of them help the other out of trouble. They were the greatest duo the island of Berk would know for a thousand years. Their madness was the stuff the craziest legends were made of. Ruffnut had always wanted to try her luck against a Bog-Burglar though they were said to be able to take down ten Vikings each before death. To add to her reputation, she found it rather disappointing when she was able to kill a handful without a scratch. She was something else and the men of Berk knew it well.

"Let go!" she pulled her sword out of the gut of a Bog-Burglar, blood spilling into the already gut stained deck, "so much for the best" she spat before she noted the nick on her sword. She cursed loudly before slamming the door in the deck. The end of the sword embedded on the wood before she jerked the handle and broke it off. If she went to battle with that she would get killed. Well, she would just have to take brother's.

Her brother was nearby taking out catapults with the help of Barf and Belch.

When she joined him at top of the dragon, he handed her a battleax he had taken from one of the many corpses decorating the flaming decks. Though he never said it anymore, he learnt his lesson a long time ago; he still thought his sister should have some girly things. The ax he handed her had jewels encrusted in the handle, and some in the metal work. Though many were covered with dry blood, he was no fool to leave it behind.

"Idiot," she said as if it was nothing before cleaning the handle free of blood, "at least it's sharp" she said testing the sharp edge with her thumb. A small drop of blood was released.

"Can't have you holding me back," he said with his malefic grin. He had seen her take the Bog-Burglars down.

"Oh yeah?" she said matching his grin, before leading them down to another ship "let's see who decapitates the most!"

"You are on!"

It was like this for just about every Viking. The joy of battle ran deep within them. Not necessarily killing, but to find a worthy opponent to battle. Death was but an after effect. You couldn't actually win without killing the enemy; otherwise they might come back later and kill you. There was no shame in losing, as long as you give it your all. Living life without a regret such as 'I could have done better' was a terrific way to go in their opinion. Better that than reaching old age and being known as a coward.

Hiccup knew he would never fully agree with those beliefs. He was cautious, calculating, and like any other Viking; stubborn. He understood the honor of dying in battle, but thought (even though it was not as honorable) that one should do all they could to preserve their life. If you were young, like him, life was still to show you all that it could offer. Now, this belief was only reinforced when he found he would become a father. This made him an even greater threat to the enemy. He measured his distance perfectly to stay out of the reach of the catapults, and still be able to hit them dead.

When higher, and safe he would look back to check how far they were from the shore. There were others waiting for those that escaped them, but he preferred to keep them all in the sea.

"Let's finish this," he said to Toothless before they went to look for Camicazi's ship. As they flew, he saw his friends fighting with joy. Even then, he felt like an outsider, still they were his friends, family, and tribe.

"Hey Hiccup!" Snotlout said rising to his level. He was covered in blood.

"Is that yours?" he asked apprehensively.

"Oh, this" he said in exaggeration, "no, all enemy blood" he pointed at his nicked ear "that is mine."

Hiccup shook his head, leave it to his cousin to be a meathead even during battle.

"Are you going after her?" Snotlout asked more seriously, he didn't wait for Hiccup to answer "you know you won't be able to kill her" Hiccup was too honorable to kill a pregnant woman, no matter how wicked and revolting she was from the inside out.

"I will think of something," he said waiting for his cousin to call him an idiot, but he never did.

"I will be nearby in case you need your ass saved," he said flying close.

"Thank you," he said sincerely. So, this was what had been needed for his cousin to show him some respect? He wanted to laugh, well it was something.

In the shores, Astrid watched with a firm hand on her belly. The other rested on Stormfly's flank.

"Thank you," she said to the dragon. Then she raised her eyes as she saw her younger brother, Jokull fly into the battle. He had taken a young and inexperienced Deadly Nadder with him. He had been assigned to guard the coast, but everyone knew he would take off as soon as things got heated. She felt some pity as she watched the enemy ships burn and sink. They stood very little chance against them. Probably their families knew it too, but still the wives had probably shined the swords and shields until their fingers were raw. The fathers had probably made a lot of promises to their children when they came back.

There was the joy of battle, but there was also that feeling in the pit of your stomach that you were taking someone away from their family. She begged the gods that Hiccup, her brother, or anyone dear to her would be taken away.

"We should head back inside" he heard Svala say behind her. She held her little girl in a warm blanket.

"Astrid?" Dylla, Snotlout's wife called, "you shouldn't be out here" she said with a gentle voice, "Hiccup will have a panic attack."

She sighed before following the other women. Stormly guarded them all the way back into the mountain. The battle was at it's peak from the sound of the many battle cries. A few boats were approaching the coast, but only shadows of what they used to be. The Vikings in them had already confronted the riders, which left them with little to go on with. Still, from the peeks the younger Vikings guarded zealously with their dragons, with Fishlegs supervising, of course. She heard their juvenile battle cries as the first touched their dark sand, but could see no more as they were once again under the protection of the earth.

*****PRESENT******

Soleil could not remember the last time she saw Ashton so upset. Actually, she didn't think she ever saw him upset. He was the kind of guy that just went with the flow. Everyone liked him, and she had hoped that she would be the same if she stood by his side. It was silly, but it had felt true at the time. Now, his blue eyes were narrowed, his lips were in a tight line, and his grip on the steering wheel was tight as he drove her home. She knew he was holding back, but that it wouldn't be for long.

"I thought you wanted me to be your boyfriend," he said breaking the silence. His voice was laced with the anger he was trying to suppress.

"I do," she said trying to sound sweet.

"Then why did you offer yourself to Conall? Or was it just out of meanness to Hagnes?" he didn't care for the tone she used.

"Of course it was just out of spite," she scoffed "you know I can't stand her"

"Why? She is your cousin" he still couldn't grasp why they hated each other so much. They were different; yes, but that didn't mean they could not be civil with each other.

"It has nothing to do with us being cousins," she snapped at him, "I just can't stand her."

"That's ridiculous," he said without looking at her, "she has never done anything to you."

"Don't try to understand what you don't know Ashton" she said sounding more mature than he had ever heard.

Yes, it was true. He didn't know what set them apart so much and wouldn't and didn't want to understand. His only cousin, Philly was a dear friend. He knew she would never hurt him intentionally, nor would he ever have a reason to do the same.

"I want you to stop," still he didn't want to see something like he saw that night, "I can't stand to see you and her like this anymore"

"You mean you can't stand to see Hagnes hurt," she said mockingly before he stopped the car, but before he could deny what she was hinting she kept going "I know you like her, but she will never be yours. She only has eyes for Conall. She is probably fucking him now just to prove me wrong," she was satisfied when she heard his sharp intake of breath.

"Get out," he said tightening his grip even more in the steering wheel. She just had to poke at his heart, didn't she!

Then she added with a smirk, "Can you imagine; little Hagnes spread over for Conall. He is probably ripping her in two" she could almost hear how his stomach clenched at the thought.

"GET OUT!" but she only laughed before he turned to look at her with fury.

"You are but a friend to her!" she shouted back at him, enjoying the pain reflected in his eyes "she will never see you as more! Forget about her and look at me!" and she wished she could cry to make her point clear, but the tears wouldn't come. It didn't hurt her when he would look at Hagnes like a lost puppy. She only felt anger, and it was scorching her from the inside out. She didn't want to feel that anymore.

"Never," he said through gritted teeth, "get out," he almost spat on her face.

"Whatever," she sneered before she got off and gave him the finger as he drove off, "fucking idiot" she said as she started her way home. Well, that was another name added to her black list. She smiled wretchedly before she took off her high heels and started walking back home. It hadn't worked when she spread the rumor of Jason and Hagnes, probably because of Hagnes straightforwardness. Well, there were other ways to break couples apart.

Ashton drove but not with an actual direction. He didn't want to go home because he knew he would only sulk on Soleil's words. He unquestionably did like Hagnes, but she looked authentically happy with Conall. No matter how much it hurt him, he could not take that away from her. Maybe he could make her happy, he thought as he was forced to stop by a red light; if he told her of his feelings, maybe…

He started driving again; His thoughts going to the downsides of telling Hagnes of his feelings. When he finally looked at his cellphone and saw the time, he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep until he spoke to her. He parked around the curb and waited until Conall dropped her off. It was only until Conall was out of sight that he left his car. He noted the Major was already home, but the lack of screams probably meant she was already in bed. He hoped he didn't wake her up.

"All or nothing," he whispered to himself before walking towards the entrance. Just as he was about to knock on the door. her heard a sound.

"OUCH!" he stopped recognizing Hagnes' voice. He walked to the side of the house. Without thinking, he didn't call out to her, but crouched so she wouldn't see him. Hagnes was pulling herself out of a bush she landed on. He looked up and guessed that the open window led to her room "no broken bones, that's something" he heard her grumble as she was able to get out of the bush and then walk towards the back of her house. He didn't understand why she didn't just go through the back door.

He and their friends knew Hagnes was hiding something. At times, they wouldn't be able to reach her for a day or two, and she usually slept during the day. Of course, none of them questioned Hagnes about it as they knew that even though she was their friend that she was still quite a private person. His common sense told him to leave now but couldn't find the desire to do it. Maybe, if he knew what it was, he could find a way to be closer to her.

"Girl?" he followed her and heard her call out softly "Kara?"

He watched her intrigued; she had changed to a pair of shorts and top. What was she planning? He hoped it wouldn't be anything that could hurt her.

Then he heard a rustle coming from the woods behind the house. At once, he thought of bears, boars, or even wolves, but Hagnes didn't seem worried at all.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Hagnes said mockingly "I told you, I would try to come back soon"

He heard a growl that made him freeze. He had heard it before.

"Okay, we can go fishing first if you like" he heard another growl, "okay, fishing it is"

And he watched her walk into the woods without a hint of fear. He heard her laugh; it gave him courage to follow her.

"I am fine girl! It's just hair and a few bruises," she laughed, but he could tell there was pain in her words, "I am just a lousy judge of character, but I know you would never betray me, right?" her voice was filled with trust "enough sentimentalities" she said to herself "let's go" and just as he reached the edge of the woods he saw Hagnes climb on something.

"Hag…" but before he could call out to her the dark figure she climbed shot into the sky spreading it's wings… bat like wings. He fell on his bottom as he watched the creature and Hagnes shoot into the sky. The night they had been camping came back to his mind. He remembered Hagnes drawing in the dirt the same creature that was now covered with the light of the moon.

"Whooo!" he heard Hagnes' far away cry.

He stumbled back to his car. It was probably just the alcohol in his blood, or maybe someone put something on his drink because it was not possible. What he saw was nothing but an illusion. Dragons were not real.

Her house was in darkness but for the light in the living room. She hoped it was Runi. It was the wee house of the night; their mother was probably still asleep. When she entered the living room, she couldn't help to gasp. The floor was covered with cans and bottles of beer. Her brother laid sleep on the sofa.

"You idiot," Runa hurried to him and checked his pulse. Though they were young, drinking so much was never good, "wake up you fool" she whispered harshly before Runi opened his eyes groggily, "what do you think you are doing?"

"You are just like her," he said turning away from her.

"Like who?"

"Soleil," he said, and his chest clenched when he heard her gasp, but he continued "you trusted her like I trusted you. You lied to me as she lied to you"

"We are not the same!" she said shaking him. She was nothing like Soleil! She enjoyed hurting others, she didn't.

"No, you are worse" his head hurt but if he didn't tell her now she would never understand "Soleil uses people like puppets, but she has never laid a finger on Hagnes or anyone. She made us, and others do that for her, we were, but dolls she plays with. The moment you told me; you wanted to piss her off and get to know Hagnes; I thought that were finally free"

"I made a mistake Runi, Hagnes was a mistake"

"Even if she told the world of what happened," he continued as if he hadn't heard her, "we would have stood next to each other like always, but you went on your own and did what she told you" he looked at her in the eyes "you hurt your friends, betrayed them in the worst way possible. You should know better than anyone how that feels"

And she did, which was the worst.

She passed a frustrated hand through her hair. Runi had was asleep again and she was left with his mess. What was she going to do?

*****PAST*****

Hiccup landed on Camicazi's boat. There were no Vikings in sight, which he had expected. He mounted off Toothless and kept a firm grip on his sword and shield. Not far he could see Snotlout and Hookfang creating havoc in another ship.

"You won't need that Hiccup," he watched Camicazi ascend into the deck, "I can't lift anything heavy at this time. It wouldn't be fair" she wore a long white gown, making her look innocent. Had he met her in another life, he would have believed it.

"You have never played fair Camicazi," he retorted keeping his distance, "I don't think your state would change that"

She laughed lady like, but it was cold; it gave him Goosebumps.

"This is the only time I will offer this, for you and your unborn child. Leave with your forces now or…"

"Or?" she said with a thing smile "Or will you kill us both?"

"If you don't leave me another choice; yes I will" he pointed his sword at her face, his expression showing he meant it.

"You are not so different than I, chief" she threw the word at him.

"But I am; I am giving you a chance. One that you never gave to the other chiefs and their families before you slaughtered them. One that I hope you will take" he thought of Astrid and their innocent unborn child.

"And that's because you don't have the guts to do it, and you know it" then she stood back when she heard him laugh, "Have you gone mad?" that would change things quite a bit.

"No," he said controlling himself, "it's just that… well if it hadn't been for this war I could have said for sure; I could never kill you in this state" she noted he evaded the word pregnant like the plague "But, the thing is that I have gotten used to it; killing, I mean" and his crooked smile told her those words were all true. She had changed him.

"It must be eating you away," she said with a cruel smile. It was gratifying to know she was causing him pain in another way.

"And it is," he said as in matter of fact and shameless, "I don't like killing; I hate doing it, but I already lost count of the lives I have taken because of your greed" he heard his dragon croon behind him knowing it truly was something that hurt the young chief, "I still feel for those I kill, but if I kill you and your child I fear that I will lose that too"

"So you are doing this for you," she said coldly, not that it bothered her, but she loved playing with the emotions of men. Let him think she despised him for that.

"Yes," and once again he shocked her, "Astrid is with child, and when our child is born I don't want it to be because of the blood spilled by another innocent, but…" he said meeting her eyes, "but, if I must do it to insure the safety of my family and tribe, I will"

"Your father would have never done something like that," she said with a hint of fear in her cold tone.

"I am not my father," he had been well aware of this since the beginning of the war, "Camicazi, make your decision, now" he walked up to her and placed the tip of his light sword against her jugular

Camicazi knew she had overestimated him, and even though she had poisoned daggers up her sleeves, she knew she wouldn't be fast enough. As soon as she threw him one, the dragon would kill her for killing it's master. It was a lose, lose situation and as much as she would rejoice in the pain she cause his dear Astrid, it would also mean her child would never have what was rightfully his.

"We will leave," she said when she felt a small drop of blood run down her neck and stain her white dress, "but don't think we do it out of fear," she gave him a sadistic smile, "the winter is coming chief" and he was well aware of that. Soon the sea would be nearly untamable, and both parties would suffer tremendously.

"So you will return," he didn't ask, he knew she would.

"As soon as spring is over," she said stepping back from his sword, "with the sons and daughters of the many you have killed, all of them seeking your blood, Ah!" she clasped a hand on her cheek, feeling the flood run "You!"

"A reminder that you owe to your child that I won't kill you now, but once you are separated, nothing will save you" he said sheathing his sword.

"I will make you watch your wife and child suffer before killing you" she sneered before looking at Toothless "and I will force fed your dragon your family's remains!"

Toothless that had only glared at her was now audibly growling.

"Until next spring Camicazi," he mounted Toothless and took off.

As he flew back, he gave the sign of retreat. Many were unhappy that the fun was over, but when they saw the still many remaining ships start to turn they knew the retreat was mutual. Back in Berk, everyone wondered how Hiccup had done it. They were sure he hadn't slayed the evil witch. It was during the meeting with the council that Hiccup told them of the agreement.

"After next spring?" the question ran through the circle, "we have to prepare" then someone asked "why don't we attack them?"

"She would expect that" Hiccup said, "and we need to concentrate on getting ready for the following months" and no one went against him as they knew he was right. They had barely enough time to get ready, had the fight continued they would have suffered through the winter.

As Hiccup got ready to sleep he couldn't help feeling that the feud with Camicazi's wouldn't end the following year. The child would hate him and seek out his blood and what would he do? Live with it, and hope the child could see reason better the mother. He rested a large hand on Astrid's belly, feeling now and then the small push of their child. Life was a wondrous event; he couldn't help to feel amazed by it. It took many moons for a life to be fully formed, and then years to help it grow, and then just a sharp ax to end it, like a child picking flowers in fields did.

Not far from the indent where they slept inside the mountain, Toothless rested watching his rider and family. He swore he would always protect them, and would even give up his life doing so.

*****PRESENT*****

Hagnes cursed as the earth shook, she felt firmly to a bench near the park. This one lasted at least a minute, which was a new record. She was kind of glad the tremors had been written off as an after effect; due to the underwater volcano near them. Many times they had been assured the eruption wasn't far and then they would be fine. Righhht. If it was just an underwater volcano she wouldn't feel like she did then. Some nights she could barely sleep knowing the date was getting closer.

She had stepped up her training with Halldora and Kara. She had started missing many nights out with her friends, but she knew they would understand. Since the mess with Runa and Soleil a month ago it had been a constant battle of wills. Soleil expected her to leave any party she went to as soon as she arrived and if she didn't she would send Runa or other to haunt her. It did no good as she stood her ground every single time. Why did her life have to be full of so much conflict?

Then, a few days ago she noticed something odd. She had been dancing with Conall at a small party. On the couch, watching her like a hawk was Ashton. They had barely talked, and now she realized; it had been a little strained between them. Everyone knew he had stopped seeing Soleil, which had delivered a strong blow to his social life. If it wasn't for Conall who refused to let Soleil affect him, Ashton wouldn't be invited to any parties to start with.

It was unfair, she thought tiredly that such a neat guy as Ashton would be hurt by the feud between her and her cousin. That was the reason why she was making her way to her favorite café, where Ashton worked. Her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach when she saw the usually buzzing café empty. It was rush hour and not a soul in sight. She opened the door and went in to find him at the counter reading an old looking book.

"Welcome," he said unenthusiastically as he closed the book, then he saw her "Hagnes?" he put the book under the counter fast before trying to offer a smile. She had taken him by surprise.

"Hey," she offered a shy smile.

"It's been some time since you don't drop by," he said guarding his tone. He didn't want to sound suspicious.

"I have been a little busy," she said sitting by one of the stools on the bar, "I am sorry I can't say the same for you"

"Don't worry about that," he said with a much less strained smile, "it's like a small vacation from everything" he said before giving her a mug, she gave him a questioning look "it's your favorite, right?"

"Yes," she smiled before sipping the warm drink. She couldn't believe he remembered.

"Hagnes, I have a question" he said, and she noticed he was struggling with it. It was rare to see Ashton nervous. She nodded before he asked "do you really like Conall?"

She looked at him in surprise; where did that come from?

"Sorry, it was a stupid question. Of course, you do" he said before looking at her, she had a small frown. She probably knew what he meant, but was having trouble processing it.

"Ashton…" she looked down at her coffee when she saw his blush. Was that why he barely talked to her anymore? No, it couldn't be. Ashton could have any girl he wanted, he wouldn't be interested on little old her.

"I do like him," she knew she had to say it otherwise Ashton might get the wrong idea. She didn't want to lead him with false hopes, "and I am sure you will find someone" she saw his shoulders tense "I am sorry"

"It's okay," he said with a strained smile, "you do look good together"

"Please don't say that," she said feeling color rise to her cheeks, "if it's painful for you"

"We are sixteen Hagnes," he said leaning on the counter "if I didn't feel like this, it wouldn't be normal"

Was it? She asked herself. Still, she didn't like the idea of being responsible for his pain. Had he asked her out when the summer started, she would have followed him like a lost puppy. Now, she had Conall, and she did like him a lot. She was even willing to give herself to him, though she was yet to figure out how to approach him about it.

"I have another question, entirely different subject" he tried to offer with a smile to cheer her up.

"About?" she asked curious, did he want to talk about Runa?

"The night we went camping," he said.

"What about it?" she did the best to keep calm. It was a sore subject they had kept on storage. He told her that he wouldn't be letting it go so easily.

"I still think you know it was something else, what was it Hagnes?" he did the best he could to stand his ground.

"Bats, Ashton, just bats and a lot of alcohol and other things" she said as calm as she could, "believe me, if it was something else I would be at top of it"

Ashton was glad she didn't see him flinch before he continued "was that why you were missing the next morning?"

She was getting angry because she knew he wasn't far from the mark. It was stupid from her behalf to forget that even though he was the captain of the soccer team, he was also exceptionally smart.

"I think you found something Hagnes," he said going around the counter, his blue eyes never leaving her in case she tried to run away, "what did you find?"

"You are imagining things," she tried to smile, but her smile felt wrong, crooked.

"I followed you the night of the fight with Runa," he said and watched as she tried to remember what had she done that night, nothing out of the ordinary came to mind, but her meeting with, "Kara, that's her name, right?" and he had followed her a few more nights after that to make sure he wasn't going insane, but every single time he saw her with the dragon.

Ashton didn't know how or when, but he found Hagnes dragging him to the backroom of the café with strength he didn't know she possessed.

"You followed me," she had him pinned, a rough grip on his chin, forcing him to look at her.

"Yes," he said and couldn't help to smile. Her expression was void of emotion; like the Hagnes he met at the café at the beginning of summer.

"Why?" she said tightening her hold, showing she was genuinely upset.

"For this," he said before tearing her hand away and flipping them around.

"Ashton" she hissed as his heavier body settled at top of her, and his hands held hers back "let me go"

"I wanted to tell you how I felt," he said with his face near hers, "you can guess my surprise when I saw you take off" he seemed lost in the memory "I had to come back a few times to make sure I hadn't imagined"

"You don't know who you are dealing with" she said as she glared daggers at him.

"But I know," he said with a pained smile, "Hagnes, I know you better than anyone" and that was why he still felt his heart flutter around her. Even then, when he was facing her heated glare, he couldn't help to find her cute. Her large green eyes were on him, and only him. It made him feel brave.

"Hmph!" she had been ready to threaten him when his mouth descended on hers. There was no gentleness in it. It was desperate, breaking all of her barriers and invading her mouth with a restless tongue, "Mhmm!" she struggled against him, but couldn't help the wicked feeling that ran through her. Hadn't she dreamed of a situation like this once? Her struggle weakened with every second that passed.

"Hagnes…" his musky body and low tone made her whole body shiver; he kissed her again drawing her tongue into his mouth.

Hagnes felt her stomach drop down when he adjusted so that her legs were at his side, "no…" she was able to get out.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to," and she almost laughed because she didn't want this at all. She had a boyfriend, she cared for him, "give me a chance…" and loved the way she gasped when he buckled against her.

He leaned back to look at his handy work; her lips were swollen letting out shallow breaths, her cheeks almost as red as her hair, and her eyes half closed as she stared at him in confusion.

"He can't make you feel like this, can he?" he whispered on her ear as he rocked his hips back forth against her; her breaths becoming shallower.

Yes, but not quite this intense. She wanted to say.

"Please be mine," he said as he planted a kiss on her neck. She threw her head back with a gasp. His lips felt like ice in a burn.

She was ready to say yes, but then they heard the bell at the entrance of the shop.

"Dammit…" he muttered before planting a kiss on her collarbone and getting off her. Hagnes watched him readjust his apron so that his hard situation wouldn't be noticed, "please wait"

As soon as he was out she ran outside through the back door. Like hell she was going to stick around.

*****A WEEK LATER*****

Hagnes sighed as she put the dragon manual vol. 4 down. Though she had submerged herself even more into her training she had not been able to kick out of her mind that incident with Ashton. She couldn't even face Conall. Her body was covered with Goosebumps when she remembered all that he made her feel. It was her shame for having enjoyed it so much. She heard a rattle she was now familiar with. She stayed seated until the earthquake was done. The phone rang before she answered to her mother. She had been able to evade her mother a few days before she caught her in the kitchen.

It had been quite shocking when her mother took out a revolver from her gun and pointed at her, demanding to know who she was. Once she heard her daughter's voice she paled and placed the gun away. It had taken an hour of reassuring her mother she was okay before she was able to ask about her hair. She could tell her mother wasn't happy about it, but didn't say more.

"Everything is okay mom," Hagnes told her mother, "will you be late again?"

"Maybe, are you going out?" her mother asked in better terms.

"I don't think so. School will start again soon so…"

"Leave me a message if you do, and please be safe"

"Yes mom, don't overwork yourself" she said before hanging up.

Her mother and her were talking to each other again, but still was worried about what Hagnes did. She guessed that week without going would bring her some peace. For once in a long time, she turned on the TV and just drowned herself in the senseless entertainment. Maybe this was what she needed to forget about her problems for a little while. At some point, she had fallen sleep, in was pure blankness; not even white or black… just emptiness and she felt happy with it. It was lovely to rest from her thoughts.

"Ugh!" she woke up when a large forked tongue leaked her face "Kara!" she said cleaning her face before realizing something "Kara! What are you doing inside my house!" but the dragoness only crooned worriedly. Hagnes noticed she didn't have her saddle "what are you…" but the dragoness bit into her shirt and pulled her out. She growled and jumped in worry before Hagnes mounted her, a little uncomfortable without the saddle.

Hagnes gripped to the dragon for dear life as they shot into the sky and into town. The dragoness flew high over the town so she wouldn't be spotted.

"Where are we going!" Hagnes cried before spotting the islands' hospital "Halldora…" she almost choked when she realized something had happened to the older woman.

Kara landed in the trees nearby; later Hagnes would learn that was the same place she left the old lady to be found by the hospital staff. Hagnes ran to the entrance and directly to the receptionist. She asked for an older lady that had come in by herself.

"Is she family of yours?"

"Distant, but yes" she said before she was handed a form "is she okay?"

"You need to fill those up before we release any information" the nurse said in a neutral tone, she was used to doing this.

Hagnes took a shaky breath before filling the form as fast as possible.

"She is in room 208," she handed Hagnes a visitor's pass.

Hagnes skipped the elevator and ran up the stairs. When she reached the door to the room, the doctors were coming out with sad expressions.

"She is strong, but even this…"

"She won't make it?" she said before them, at once they understood she was related.

"I am sorry child," said one of the doctors, "her cabin collapsed during the last earthquake, her organs…" but he didn't dare continue as he saw the unshed tears "she is doing her best to stay awake, you should hurry"

Hagnes ran into the room and let her tears spill. The old woman lay stretched on the bed with several devices helping her through her last hours. Her long white hair was undone and spread around the bed, her skin pale, and eyes fighting off the inevitable.

"Girl… I thought… you wouldn't…" her voice was so soft Hagnes had to lean to hear her.

"Halldora…" she took her hand, "I am sorry…" had she been there, maybe she could have saved her.

"Not your fault…" she offered her a weak smile, "I should be… one apologizing… your training…"

"You taught me everything that I need" she said before kissing the hand of her teacher, "thank you"

"There's not… much time… I need to tell… you something…"

Hagnes leaned closer as Halldora whispered to her, her last directions. She was afraid of what she heard, but knew she would it"

*****PAST*****

"Waaa!" the cry broke him away from his worried thought. He only had eyes for the child now being cleaned by the healer. It was tiny, but the cries were strong.

"A boy," said the healer after cleaning the child. Hiccup released Astrid's hand as the child was handed to her. The new mother's eyes were full tears. She had never felt so happy in her life.

"My baby boy," Astrid said tired from the labor. She held to her child with tenderness and love. Hiccup leaned and kissed her forehead; then kissed the little boy's forehead, a tear slipping past his cheek to land on the baby's little hand.

"Thank you Astrid" he said as the healer left them alone. She was done cleaning the afterbirth.

The new parents were tucked away in the home they had built inside the mountain. It was a simple home, but they didn't think they needed more. This was what mattered, their family.

Toothless sneaked into the room with Stormfly, both dragons laid on the sides of the bed, taking small peeks at the baby boy. It was too early to say who he would take after, but they could already see some reddish brown hairs on his scalp.

For that night, all thought of war and battle was gone. There was only joy and love.

"Stein, for strength"

***** To be continued…*****

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