A/n: I don't know how to pronounce Doden or Skygge, I do know their meaning in Norwegian it means Death and Shadow, so have fun with that.

Chapter Thirty- Five: Bed Time Stories

Two weeks, it had been two weeks since Astrid had been living with the Sigtuna tribe and although they were nice and sweet in a Viking sense it still was not her home. She stared out the window looking at the nightly activity going one, which was not much and sighed. Phelan looked up from the wood carving her was doing and put it down to move over towards his wife, " what's wrong my flower?"

"Nothing," she responded to the nickname he had given her trying to brush off her sadness. She did not fool him though as he went to wrap an arm around her waist and kiss her cheek. She could not help but sigh again and told him what was on her mind, "I miss me home. I miss waking up every morning and seeing Stormfly." She paused and looked at him quickly replying, "not that I don't like waking up to you in the mornings it's just not the same."

He nodded understanding, but did have a knotted brow when pondering, "Who is this Stormfly? It doesn't sound like a normal name for a Viking."

Astrid complete forgot that no one in this village knew that Berk trained and flew dragons and she was debating if she should lie to him, but remembering that they were married she decided not to. "Stormfly isn't a Viking you're right. She's actually my dragon, a Deadly Nadder to be precise."

"A Deadly Nadder?" he asked almost as if the word was foreign to him. She nodded and he continued, "And that's a type of dragon? You're telling me that dragons are real!" he asked her in shock and excitement that she did not know how to handle his question.

"Um yes," she said look at him as if the information was nothing new, but when she thought about it of all the time spent here she had not seen battle a dragon raid or even mention the words. "Phelan are you saying that you never had to fight a dragon, let alone seen one?"

He shook his head, "Never as far as we know they are nothing but myths and are as old as our legends, made to scare children into their homes for the night. The last dragon to set foot in Sigtuna was a few maybe a couple hundred years ago, but please my flower tell me more about them from where you are from?" he begged her excited to learn about the creatures. She did tell him of all the dragons she knew of offhand and the ones that lived on Berk and that for seven generations that it was Viking versus dragon, until Hiccup taught them that they could live in peace with the creatures. Along with their heroic battle with the dragon known as Red Death. Phelan was memorized by how she told her stories, but there was one thing that bothered Astrid that her husband said.

"Phelan you said that dragons are from your myths and legends, what legend and how can you believe they don't exist when I've been living with them ever since I was alive?"

The dirty blonde male sighed as if he was annoyed at even hearing the take again, but began to tell her anyways. "According to legend our people were plagued by dragons and to defend what was ours we would kill them."

"That doesn't sound too different from what Berk use to do," she said.

"Yes, but unlike the happy ending you have ours was much different. Something had followed the dragons to our home, going by the legend two dragons had appeared, beasts with no soul is what they say as they ate. No sorry that's not right, they killed everything in their sight," he told and for some reason the way he told it was as if the story was a curse and it sent chills down her spine.

"Just like Red Death."

He shook his head and explained it to her, "no, these beasts killed anything that held a pulse. People, live stock, wild animals, even their own kind just for their own amusement. The story goes into detail on how they would rip a man three ways just to watch the blood spill and sink into the ground." Astrid's eyes went wide at hearing that part of the story wondering what type of dragons could even do that, but she allowed Phelan to continue, "They had called our place home for years almost whipping us off the land and I had thought they did with the other dragons, until you told me your story."

"What made them leave?"

He turned to her smiling liking this part of the story, "legend said that a great Viking warrior had killed of one them taking the sternum of the fallen beast and carved something that could kill thousands of dragons in one night. Which helped drive the other dragon back some, but after testing his weapon, he went to kill the fallen one's mate. Sadly, it did not have the same effect as it did on the others and he was killed in battle, the weapon was only passed onto his kin."

The woman took in the legend and had a few questions, "what was the weapon?"

He shrugged, "no one really knows some say it was a sword, and others claim it to be a hammer because Thor helped him forge it, yet whatever it was it was powerful."

"But how can no one know when you said the Viking was a warrior from here shouldn't it still be here?"

He chuckled at her slightly dimwitted question and decided to answer with one of his own, "and what if his next generation was a daughter that was sent away to complete a treaty?" he raised an eye brow at her and chuckled when she blushed at her dumb question figuring out exactly how it could have disappeared throughout time. "Any more questions my flower?"

"Just one," she said, "What did these dragons look like?"

"That's the scary part for children," he smirked, " no one really knows all legend said was you will know that the dragon was upon you when you saw his yellow orange eyes stare at you and by that time you were already his next kill." To play in the playfulness in his voice he picked her up carrying her over to their bed and began to tickle his little wife growling like a dragon as she laughed at the child like behavior they were getting into. She finally managed to make him stop so she could bring back some air into her lungs as he held her close.

Astrid smiled and kissed his own rough cheek before stating, "So everyone here believes that dragons are myths or all dead?"

Phelan nodded, "Would have never had guessed that some had escaped and just migrated somewhere else to get away, but now that I think about it, it makes sense that they would do that."

"Did legend name these awful beasts?" she asked.

"Yes, they named the male Doden and the slain one was name Skygge," he said, "but no more talk about legends my flower I would love to hear more about your home and maybe even see it and these mythical beast you claim to fly?" he asked hoping she would get the meaning of his question. Thankfully she did.

She laughed though at his joke and corrected him, "they are not beast and defiantly not mythical." She bit the inside of her cheek hoping she was correct in her next guess," and you would want to visit my home?"

"Of course, if it is what would make you happy then I will gladly love to visit your island and maybe you can even teach me to fly a Deadly Nadder like your Stormfly, yes?"

"Yes," she nodded eagerly as they laid together in their bed ready to go to sleep. She curled up next to him excited that they will be visiting her home.

"Then we will leave as soon as we can back to Berk," he kissed the crown of her head running his fingers through her golden locks, "now get some rest for tomorrow morning will be a busy day of packing for the both of us." Astrid just nodded sleepily and smiling as she began to drift to sleep and she couldn't help but think that her mother was right when she gave her the advice on her wedding night.

A/N: All I will say is I hope someone catches what I did in this chapter and to review.