Next chapter: eleven. It isn't straight after the last chapter, maybe an hour or two later. There's references to chapter one and two if you don't really understand parts of the Angel POV and Hiccup POV. Colours is spelt right- it's the English way, I know the American is colors or something.

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How To Be A Viking Chapter 11- Painful Arms.

Angel sighed as Tuffnut closed her front door behind him. He was so nice to her, she felt bad that she missed out most things when she talked to him. One of things was her wrist, that she had scruffily bandaged when she was on her boat after her encounter with Haralio.

She wandered into her room, sat on the surprisingly comfy bed, and pulled the rough fabric off her arm. It was the first time Angel had looked at it, she hadn't even cleaned it properly. Despite all that, it looked fairly okay, like a giant scabby thing. No infection or anything, she need a painkiller though, it hurt. At first she had just ignored it, thinking it was a sign of it getting better. She shrugged, she'd let some air get to it, her mother had always said that healed things.

Now she was pulling the headband and bobble from her hair. Letting the red curls fall from the back and the same red but straight fringe fall from the front. Hair cutting time. In her bag she found some small metal scissors and comb. She styled her fringe so it hovered over her eyebrows with two longer bangs round her temples down below her eyes.

When Angel was younger she died her hair different colours for different occasions and music videos. She was planning on dying it red so she could grow it back as her natural colour, when her mother passed away it was settled. Looking at the ends of her hair now, they were more of a real red that the rest of her hair, which had an orange-brown tint to it, so she cut them too.

In memory of her mother she also had her full fringe cut. For as long as Angel could remember her mother had a full fringe. Young Angel had no type of fringe, but then a side fringe came into style so she had that cut, even though styles changed a lot.

Angel began arrange her curls on her shoulders when she began to think of Megan's hair. It was blonde and naturally straight, but sometimes she used curlers on it. Most of the time she had it up in a high ponytail, while Angel had hers down. Secretly, they talked every night to decide what they would do with their hair the next day. Everyone always wondered why they had the opposite of each other. Maybe she should call her...

No! It was wrong to have called Gray in the first place, he could tell someone; he was going to talk to her dad, tell him that he talked to her. If Gray didn't tell her father where she was, something bad could happen, horrible things.

She peeked out of a shutter, trying to get rid of the thoughts. It was dark, and the stars were shining. They looked beautiful, like a million little pieces of glitter on the midnight blue dress she had back on Paradisia. One of those stars was her mother, another was Quentin, and one for Tye. Quietly, Angel prayed.

"If there really is a God, really is a heaven, please keep mother, Quentin and Tye safe. Please watch over me and let me be safe. Amen."

She crawled into bed and pulled the furs over her. It was warm and cosy, Angel yawned. Slowly, her eyes drooped closed. Oh goody, a flashback.

"Ange baby girl?"

"Yes mother?"

Angel no longer lived in the castle. This was John's house, he was getting it extended, right now she had to share a room with him and her mother. But not a bed, just to be clear.

"Can your forgive me? For making this move so sudden, for keeping John and me a secret from you." Mother whispered through the darkness.

"Of course. Father can be intimidating and mean and scary, I understand why you could not tell us. You could not risk him finding out."

A hand reached out in the darkness and stroked her hair.

"And Angel," her mother carried on. "You don't need to be posh any more. We're free, we can talk how we want."

Angel thought about what her mother had said. She could be almost normal, almost what she'd always wanted. She just better check that.

"I can be... normal?"

Her mother hummed in response. Inside, Angel cheered. For once, the first time in ever, she was normal.

Angel opened her eyes wearily, it was still dark. But it was colder now, she shivered as she flailed her arms blindly, looking for another fur. She pulled one over the cover she already had on. Before she fell back asleep she had to check outside, to see if she needed to or not. When she opened the shutter her eyes widened at something she had never seen before.

Snow.

No, she hadn't seen snow before. It was more beautiful than the starry sky, which couldn't be seen because of the clouds, the small drops of white falling. She breathed in the smell of outdoors, something she had always loved. She stared out the window until there was a full layer of snow, it was amazing.

Wait, wasn't snow cold and horrible? Yet, it was so clean and pure. It would be here for a long time, she'd best get used to it. Woah, that sounded common in her head, nice.

Angel hurried, putting on two layers of clothing, she could get to Tuffnut's house. He would obviously know what snow was really like.

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Tuffnut woke up to the familiar crisp cold of the first snow of winter. Snowballing random people with his sister. Oh wait...

Teaching Angel how to snowball random people. That was cool idea. He had loads of cool ideas to keep him occupied this winter, some with Angel. Not in a rude way though, but maybe... No, no, no. She'd leave him then.

He had all his winter clothes on, other than his boots, when he heard a knock at the door. He couldn't hear anyone getting to it, so he went himself.

The door opened to show Angel, tying her hair up a a stretchy string circle. She didn't have a kransen in though, and her fringe looked different than the first day he found her, it was shorter, neater. It made her look better, made him fall in love again.

"Hi?"

Tuffnut realised he was staring at her, she looked a bit embarrassed, he felt it.

"Hey." he replied as calm as he could.

He put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her, once gently. When he pulled away, Angel was only just opening her eyes. She smiled broadly, it made him do the same.

"So..." she said. "I have a question."

Tuffnut was kind of confused, but he went on with her suggestion.

"Go on."

"Is snow good? Or is it horrible?"

Paradisia didn't have snow, he realised. Angel had never thrown a snowball, never had one thrown at her, never made a snowman or made a person imprint on the ground. Well, she hadn't lived.

"Depends. It's cool until you get some down your back."

He shuddered at the memories of snowball fights resulting in someone shoving snow down it top. Wet and cold, ugh .

"Yeah, I don't think that would be nice." She replied, shuddering too. Which made them both laugh.

"Well, usually, when it snows, me and my sister hide and throw snowballs at anyone who walks past."

Angel smirked. "Nice idea."

"Shall we?" He said holding out his hand. Angel nodded, talking his hand in hers and he led her to the village.

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Hiccup grumbled as he yanked his foot out of the snow, again. He really needed to make a winter leg. He made a mental note to himself to ask Gobber how.

"Ouch!"

A cold snowball had just hit him in the face and now he heard laughter. He also heard Angel say something, he knew it was Angel because her accent was different to anyone on the island.

"Thank you...for throwing that at me." Hiccup said with his usual sarcastic tone.

"Sorry. I told you not to throw them at people new know. It makes me feel bad." Angel said to him then Tuffnut.

"Fine... I won't throw snow at anyone you know. Sorry by the way dude." Tuffnut replied. Hiccup nodded. He didn't really mind, he wouldn't have to got to work for as long now.

"Well then," he said "I better get to work. I need a winter foot."

Angel laughed, and both boys looked at her. She stopped, still smiling. Tuffnut shrugged, Hiccup shook his head as he turned and carried on stumbling to work.

Angel was strange, with her sense of humour, accent, items and life stories. Sometimes Hiccup felt sorry for her, with the fact she had no family other than a royal father. He could relate to this though, life was hard without a woman in the house. He also knew what is was like being 'next in line', you had a lot of responsibility on your shoulders; too much to learn in not enough time; live with everyone thinking you thought you were better than them. Life could get hard.

Hiccup could understand why Angel ran away. He'd lost count of the amount of times he wanted to do that. What had stopped Hiccup from doing that was the fact he thought he was useless. In the past that was, now he knew who he was and that was all he would ever have. Angel though, she was forced to do things, she knew who she was and couldn't be it. That wasn't a life for anyone, and she seemed like a very nice person too.

While Hiccup was thinking he gave up pulling his left foot from the snow, he was literally dragging it behind him.

When he reached the forge Gobber was bashing a sword with his hammer-hand, he barely glanced up before talking.

"Took ye a while to get here. Girlfriend keepin' ye?"

It was kind of embarrassing Gobber asking him about his personal life.

"Er... no. Tuffnut and snow..."

"Ah, that lad. Him and that sister always gettin' 'emselves in trouble."

Thinking about it, the twins still got into trouble- a lot. It was because they had random fights when passing each other. They were really quite funny, the shouting of comments from Tuff, like: 'I am hurt! Very much hurt!' or 'How dare you cause The World's Most Deadly Weapon pain!'. It would be even funnier at Angel's reaction if she heard...

"Actually, he was with Angel," Hiccup said, pulling on an apron. "But she wasn't throwing them."

Gobber chuckled lightly. It was a silent for a moment before there was more clanging.

Hiccup examined Gobber's winter leg. It was the same until the foot, which was slightly bigger and wider. It was so the weight could be spread easier, not making the foot fall into the snow. Exactly what he needed. So, Hiccup began to dig around for a piece of metal.

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About two hours later, Hiccup's completed foot was cooling in a barrel of water. He was really proud, something he felt more of now, of his creation. It was very... him. A long, circular piece of metal with a foot like a pool of silver liquid, polished to perfection. Tomorrow, he would show Astrid.

Astrid wasn't herself at the moment, not since Angel came. It was like Angel had brought out a new side of her. The sensitive one. The caring one. The side that wasn't a Viking. He had seen it before, but just glances, but that was because Astrid was his girlfriend. But to show the village elders the tears that could flow from her ocean blue eyes, she probably made them look at her in a bad way. Though, to Hiccup it said that she wasn't afraid to show people how she felt. This time that Angel was important.

They day before Angel turned up he knew, he really did, that something good would happen. Was that thing a person? Angel? She could help them, bring Paradisia to Berk, fix things that were a mess. Hiccup's island needed her.

Ah, his leg was cool now.

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I hope you laughed at the last sentence! You probs didn't, but I don't care!

Okay then! This is up so so much earlier. I worked all weekend on it and I like it. I did all my homework early to make time for this so you all better like it. I tried to make it longer as well.

The actual purpose of this chapter was to add in the forgotten this from the beginning of the story. Next chapter I think Astrid's going to train Angel up, and chapter after will be a cliffhanger I think.

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