I don't understand how the chapters that I'm expecting to be around 3k long turn out to be the monster ones? XD But yeah, here have the yet longest chapter of this story!

Astrid's POV continues huhuhuhu

Time was going backwards, Astrid was sure of that. Never in her life had time felt as agonizing and soul-ripping as it did now, and it was hard for her to just sit still and act as though nothing was wrong. She was expected to be celebrating the fact that their plan had been a success, and she had to walk up to the knights and offer them her gratitude for doing such a great deed for the kingdom. When she had been standing there, all she could feel was disgust and an almost unbeatable urge to spit at the knights' feet. Injuring and killing someone wasn't something she wanted to give her gratitude for. Doing so felt as though she had been the one to shoot the arrow, as she was showing everyone her approval of the action. It was true she had been forced to do it, but it didn't make her feel any better. The opposite, really.

How could she act like everything was normal, when every part of her being was stressed the heck out and screaming for answers? She had never before been so frustrated with the fact that she and her mother were kept completely in the dark about things the king didn't think interested them, and when Astrid had clearly shown interest in what had happened in the battle, all she had received was a disapproving glare from her father because she wasn't supposed to be interested.

So she still didn't know. For one day she had been living with the knowledge that someone of high importance to Briral was shot in Berk, and not knowing who was slowly but surely killing her. She still didn't know if Hiccup was dead, and if he wasn't, was he badly injured or in perfect condition.

It all made her feel sick to her stomach and she wanted to throw up whenever she thought about it. It would still be at least a day until she might get some answers. The thought of her waiting for Hiccup on the cliff but never seeing him kept on haunting her at the back of her mind. If that happened, it would only mean one thing that Astrid didn't dare to think about even though her brain was clearly disagreeing with her.

As Heather was the only person in Briral that she could tell everything to, she excused herself from the dinner with her parents half an hour earlier so that she'd have some time to go talk to her. She still hadn't had time to do that since she came back from seeing Hiccup the other night, so there was a lot to tell.

Astrid knew where to look for her friend at this time of the day. She would still be working at her father's workshop where they made the swords and other equipment for the king and the noblest knights of Briral using the best materials they could find within the kingdom. Heather's father was called 'the proper blacksmith' as he had been granted a position in the castle and he was the one who created armour pieces and such for the most important Briralians. Astrid used to call him that, too, but after promising herself to start treating her people more equally no matter their statuses, she had made herself a mental note to start addressing him by the name 'royal blacksmith' or something else that didn't spit on the other blacksmith whose customers were the rest of the kingdom.

The workshop was on the first floor with full access to the courtyard. There were piles of metal and other tools Astrid didn't know the name or use of piled up by the entrance that was shut with a white curtain that had many holes in it. Before Astrid entered, she could hear the steady sounds of a hammer hitting against anvil which meant that Heather's father was also working, as he was the only one who was allowed to shape the metal with the anvil.

The second the princess was inside, Heather noticed her. She was standing by a wooden table, working on something on a piece of parchment. There was a bit of dirt on her other cheek and the brown apron she was wearing was slightly blackened by iron. Her braid had probably looked good in the morning, but now it had at least a hundred strands of hair sticking out of it. This, however, was a very usual sight of Heather, so Astrid didn't even bat an eye when their gazes met.

When Heather's face broke into a smile but Astrid's didn't follow suit, her friend's smile quickly altered into a frown and she abandoned her work station. She muttered something that sounded very much like 'I will be back soon' to her father before they exited the workshop.

"What's up?" she asked when the curtain fell back to its place and hid them from her father's view. "Did you break your axe?"

Astrid shook her head. "Did you hear about our attack on Berk?"

"I've heard bits and pieces, but nothing that should leave you looking like this," Heather said in thought. "What happened?"

"I'm afraid they shoot him," the princess told, hoping that her friend would understand her without the mention of Hiccup's name.

"You mean Hic–"

"Shh!" Astrid shushed and looked around them to see if anybody was around to hear them. She then turned to look at Heather again. "Yes, him, but don't say his name!"

Heather lowered her voice to a whisper. "Why do you think that?"

Astrid told her everything that had happened that night and what she had heard yesterday, and Heather listened eyes wide, holding her breath. She clearly wasn't expecting something like that to happen between the two royals, because Heather never believed Hiccup to have it in him to change his mind so drastically.

But she didn't know Hiccup at all. Of course the Briralians that hadn't got the slightest clue about Hiccup would think that he was a heartless and bloodthirsty prince. Astrid knew that he was everything but. He was a wonderful person that only wanted best for Berk and people he cared about. Just as she had told him, he was nothing like the other royals Astrid had met in her life. While others cared a lot about their status and used it as their excuse to not talk to those below them, Hiccup didn't see it that way and Astrid admired him for that.

"That's…that's huge," Heather commented once the princess was done telling her everything that had happened. "How do you feel? Knowing that he likes you too, I mean."

"I…don't know," Astrid answered truthfully. "When I think about it, I get this warm feeling in my chest, but then I remind myself that nothing can ever come out of it and I feel like my insides have been struck with solid ice."

Her friend nodded slowly as she put her hand in a loose fist and placed it under her own chin, thinking on Astrid's words. "Are you entirely sure you can't ever be together?" she then asked.

"Absolutely," Astrid responded, not understanding why this wasn't obvious to Heather. "He is practically betrothed to the princess of Olissia already."

"But you said practically, so it's not official yet?"

"No, but if he's to back away from that marriage, it will only mean trouble for Berk. He's not the type to think about his own benefits, he would do anything to keep his kingdom safe."

"If I were you, I wouldn't lose my hope yet, though. Many things can happen before it's time for him to tie the knot," Heather said with a reassuring smile.

"We don't even know if he's alive. What if he really is dead? Maybe I should go to Berk to make sure, it would only take a day. I know it's in the east, so it shouldn't be that hard to find."

"Only a day? Another unannounced trip to Berk?" Heather repeated as though she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Astrid just nodded. "Are you even listening to yourself, girl? How are you going to explain yourself when you return home? I don't think the king is going to swallow yet another one of your 'I got lost' excuses. You're seeing him very soon anyway, you'd not get answers any faster."

"But I feel like I have to do something, and that feeling is eating at me. I hate having to wait when there's another option that I can choose. He…he means more to me than I care to admit."

She had realised that instantly when the possibility of him being dead was dropped on her like a bomb. In such a short amount of time, Hiccup had become one of the dearest people in her life. When she thought about it, she had noted how much she had revealed about herself to him – something she never did unless she trusted the person with all she had. Whenever she talked to Hiccup, she felt that little glimpse of hope in her chest. A hope that made her feel so much better about the future. She didn't want to lose that hope.

Heather sighed, not in the 'I am tired of this' sort of way, but in a way that radiated sadness. Maybe it came from the expression she was wearing as she did it. "Let's be realistic here, what can you do? No matter what is going on between you and Hiccup, you're still not welcome in Berk. I don't think the king of Berk will give you another chance to escape if he gets you in his hands. You know the poor excuse of a leader that he is, you can't expect a merciful action from him."

"Just as we cannot expect one from my father, too. They do it because they've been living all their lives learning to hate each other and there never was anybody to talk sense to them. They're both poor excuses of a leader, and both are as bloodthirsty as the other. It's like they've been sculpted in the same mould. Gods know what would've happened if me and Hiccup had never met as he wasn't so willing to shake hands for peace as I was, so a couple years more would've definitely made it harder to convince him."

Her friend stared at her with her lips slightly parted and eyes wide. She hadn't expected Astrid to be against her father as she rarely ever did it. However, the princess felt she had had enough of Eirik's nonsense; having to thank their knights for possibly killing Hiccup was a step too far for her and she somehow wanted to show that she didn't agree with her father. She knew she couldn't do much, but this could act as a start.

"I guess you're right," Astrid continued when Heather couldn't get a word out of her mouth. "I hate to admit it, but you're right. I just wish there was a way for me to do something that would make this easier. What if he's dead?" She said the last bit in slight panic, well aware of the fact that thinking about such things was only making it worse for herself.

"Let's think about that once we know who is dead and who isn't. You'll have some answers very soon, just…please, listen to the voice of reason in your head and be patient. Do you want to help me in the workshop in the meantime so you'll have something else to think about?" Heather beckoned the curtains behind them with her head.

Astrid glanced at them quickly before smiling genuinely at her only friend. She didn't know how Heather managed to make everything seem so simple and clear that even Astrid forgot for a second what she was worrying about so much. "Thank you," she said gratefully. This time it came from the bottom of her heart.

"You're joining me in the workshop?" Heather asked surprised.

"Oh, no! I meant thank you for being a wonderful friend," Astrid blurted out. Then she realised that her response might've sounded rude so she rushed to add; "I mean, I'd love to join but it's getting late and I need to be in my chambers in a moment, besides I don't know what to do and I'd just make everything too complicated and–"

Heather laughed and put up a finger to silence the princess. "I get it, you don't need to explain yourself. Go get your beauty sleep, you need it," she said and winked. "It will all turn out well in the end, I know it."

"How?"

"Because I am sure that Hiccup and your journey isn't destined to end here. You two sound like the king and queen that we only hear about in legends."

Astrid snorted unprettily before she could stop herself. "We are not."

"You're just blind to it," Heather replied cheerfully, clearly happy that she had succeeded in making her friend forget the gloomy thoughts for a while. She patted Astrid on the shoulder and wished her a good night before disappearing behind the curtain where her father was still working with the hammer and the anvil.

It was moments like this when Astrid couldn't believe how lucky she was to have a friend like Heather. The fear was still present, but she could also see a little ray of hope at the end of the tunnel, all thanks to her friend.

If time wasn't going by slowly the day before, it was certainly doing that today. An entire week could've fit in between the breakfast and the dinner after which Astrid had her first opportunity to leave.

It was hard to act calm and be focused when her mind was filled with possible outcomes of tonight and how she would react to them. It didn't help that her father was still in such high spirits. It would've been a good thing if the reason behind his happiness was anything but what it was. Astrid couldn't believe how someone's death rejoiced him, no matter how much of an archenemy that person was to him.

Had he always been like that and Astrid was only now opening her eyes to it? Or was it a new occurrence? Either way, it was making her furious. She didn't want to be against her father, but his thirst for power and blood was revolting.

She had seen Heather quickly in the afternoon when she was coming back from her daily walk around the Royal Garden. They had exchanged a couple words and Heather had promised she would get Stormfly ready so that nobody would see Astrid in the stables. The fake news about the change of the princess' flying day had most likely spread around the stables, and seeing her back, preparing her dragon for flying just a few days after the previous time would surely raise suspicion and reach the king's ears. When it was Stormfly at stake, Astrid didn't want to take risks even though she had a desire to rebel against her father. She couldn't afford to lose her precious flying sessions that took place in the daytime when she could actually see something.

The dinner took the longest to be finished. Astrid was sure her father was drawing out his dull conversations about paper work and other matters the princess didn't want to hear about. Even her mother was only nodding and smiling and humming in approval but, then again, she was always doing that because she didn't want to question the king. Sometimes, when Astrid truly paid attention to Gunilla, she could see when her mother disagreed with Eirik but decided to not mention it. Tonight, however, the only thing the princess was paying attention to were her nerves and the barely touched food on the silver plate. She didn't have appetite. She occasionally listened to what her father was saying in case he said her name, but otherwise she didn't have the slightest clue what was coming out of his mouth.

When the dinner was finally over, Astrid exited the Great Hall as fast as she was allowed to. The last thing she wanted was a lecture from her mother about how she was expected to walk, because apparently there was the wrong way of doing that too. The only thing Gunilla had never probably commented on was Astrid's way of breathing, but she was sure that would also come into picture eventually.

Once the wooden doors to her chambers were securely shut, she was met by Ruffnut who was already waiting for her. She would assist her in taking off the dress as there were many strings that needed untying and it would be faster that way. The sooner she was out, the better for her sanity.

"You seem a bit tense, My Lady," Ruffnut commented as she was midway through untying the strings on Astrid's back.

"Do I?" the princess asked nervously. Was she being that obvious?

"At least you're making it very difficult to untie these as you're not standing still," Ruffnut explained, sounding a bit frustrated.

Astrid mumbled an apology under her breath and focused on standing still as a stone the rest of the time. After that, it only took a couple minutes to get the dress off, after which Ruffnut helped her into her night gown.

"Is there anything else you–"

"No thank you, you're dismissed," Astrid said hurriedly, cutting her servant's speech off.

Ruffnut stared at her dumbfounded, but she just nodded, curtsied slightly and exited the chambers. Astrid counted to 30 in case her servant would come back to retrieve something she forgot, but when she didn't show up anymore, she literally tore the gown off her and rushed to the cabinet with her flying suit in it. She held the key ring with numerous different keys in her shaking hands as she tried to find the one for the cabinet. When that was open, she took the armour pieces as silently as possible and placed them on her bed, one by one, making sure that the metal pieces didn't touch one another.

The process was slow but necessary. She couldn't just start making noises when she was supposed to be sleeping. Otherwise the guards behind her door would hurry in thinking she was being kidnapped or something.

It took her a short while to get the suit on. She was so used to doing it alone that she had no problems with it, and she had gotten very quick and good at it along the years. She had learned exactly the right way to put on the armour without making any noise, and it was because that why she had never been caught.

She slowly opened the small window to the backyard, scanned the grounds for any movement and then dropped the other end of the rope over the windowsill and climbed down. She didn't have to search for Heather and Stormfly for long, for they had agreed to meet behind the castle as it was the place they were least likely to encounter anybody else. The two were already waiting for her on the agreed spot.

"Thank you so much for helping me out again," Astrid whispered once she was close enough to be heard. "You're the best."

"Anything for my dear friend," Heather said and stepped aside so that Astrid could hop on Stormfly. "Good luck," she continued once the princess was securely on her dragon.

Astrid looked down. The familiar fear began to build up within her again. She took a deep breath before saying; "Thank you."

And with that, she soared up in the air with Stormfly, leaving Heather behind.

Astrid's heart was beating rapidly. She could feel how it was almost bouncing in her throat.

She was very, very close to the cliff where they'd meet. Now that she was close to it, she wasn't sure if she wanted to land. Although she had had several days to prepare herself for the worst outcome, she didn't feel prepared at all. She had no idea what she'd do if Hiccup didn't show up.

But land she did. Hiccup wasn't there yet, which made her heart sink to the bottom of her stomach. She kept on telling herself that he was always the one who arrived last because she was too willing to leave Briral as soon as possible. Last time had been the only exception.

So she waited. She sat on the damp grass and waited. She didn't care that her bottom got wet and she didn't care that the cold start-of-winter breeze made her freeze to the bone. Nothing but the sounds and the sky mattered to her. She was listening for flapping of wings, or anything that sounded like a dragon with a rider. She bore her eyes into the sky, hoping for a glimpse of something.

But everything she heard was the wind and Stormfly's occasional sounds, and everything she saw was pitch blackness and a few odd stars in the sky. There was no sign of any living thing apart from her and her dragon.

Astrid didn't know how much she had been waiting. It felt like it was hours, but in reality it probably wasn't. She wasn't sure when she would have to give up and go back home. Would she be sitting here until the crack of dawn just in hopes of Hiccup arriving? She would only torture herself if she did that.

She took a tuft of wet grass in her tight grasp and pulled it forcefully off the ground. Some soil came with it that dropped onto her skirt and pants, but she wasn't paying attention. Her eyes were still fixed on the sky.

He was never this late, so did this mean that her father's plan had been to murder the only heir to the throne of Berk? Astrid didn't want to accept it, she didn't want to start hating her father. But how could she not, if he was the only reason why one of the only people Astrid truly cared about was gone forever, out of her reach.

The princess felt indescribable pain in her chest, it felt as though someone was slowly tearing her heart open with a sharp dagger. It was hard to breathe as panic began to strike her. She bent her legs and pressed her head against her thighs. She could feel tears burning in her eyes. She didn't want to cry, but the tears were forcing themselves out and she soon felt a warm stream on both her cheeks.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she heard a familiar voice behind her. She raised her head so fast she felt a slight pain in her neck but she couldn't care less about that. "I was delayed by–"

"Hiccup!" Astrid cried out and stood up in a nanosecond.

She closed the distance between them just as fast and she wrapped her arms around Hiccup as tightly as she could. The relief of seeing the prince alive and standing was beyond anything Astrid had ever felt. She pressed herself hard against Hiccup's body, put her head on his chest and she could hear his heartbeat through his armour.

Gods, he really was alive.

Hiccup put his arms around Astrid and they stood there in each other's caress for a minute without saying anything. The princess felt how all those tears poured down her cheeks but she didn't care this time – she was so happy and relieved, it felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off her heart and it was beating freely again.

"Oh, Hiccup!" Astrid repeated and pulled herself away a little so that she could see Hiccup's face. "I was so worried! I heard that one of my people had shot one of you but they wouldn't tell me who even though I asked and when you didn't show up I thought I had lost you and I was sure that–"

Hiccup shushed at her gently, a ghost of a smile creeping on his lips. "You didn't lose me," he said after Astrid was silent. He raised his other hand and with his thumb he wiped off the tears that had wet her cheeks.

"You have no idea how scared I was for you," the princess said and didn't wait for the prince's response before closing the distance between their lips.

The kiss was soft and tender, but it poured out all of their longing and emotions, and Astrid hoped Hiccup could feel how much she cared about him. She traced a lock of Hiccup's hair and placed it behind his ear, the other hand moving around his waist. She breathed in his scent. Then she focused on the way their lips moved in sync, and how she had missed the feel of Hiccup's mouth against hers. The memory of it wasn't nearly as perfect as the real thing. She wished they could stay like this forever.

They parted, panting slightly and looking at each other. Astrid couldn't get over how gorgeous the man looked, even when there was no light around them she could see just how beautiful he was. She remembered the moment she saw him in daylight for the first time when he had helped her return to Briral after the escape. She had had a faint idea of how the prince looked, but it had been nothing compared to what he truly looked like. Hiccup was mesmerising, she didn't know any other word to describe the entirety of him.

"I can't even begin to tell how relieved I am that it wasn't you who they shot. I don't know how I would've lived with myself," Astrid said in a whisper that was just loud enough for Hiccup to catch.

There was a change in Hiccup's expression. It turned from soft to hardened and pained. The smile was now gone it was replaced by a sad frown.

"I wish it had been me. It should've been me," Hiccup said resentfully. Astrid could hear the loathing in his voice and how much he meant those words.

They felt like needles pinched into her heart. "Why do you say that?" she asked and realised immediately how harsh she sounded. "Who was shot?" she added in a much more tender voice.

Hiccup didn't answer immediately. He tore away from the eye contact and looked at the ground on his right. "My father. He wanted to join the battle, and he was trying to protect me. I was on the ground, having a one on three fight and when I saw a glimpse of him, he was on his knees and–"

His voice failed him and he couldn't continue. He didn't need to, because Astrid knew the rest. The arrow had pierced Stoick's chest.

The princess wanted to say something but she couldn't find the words. Nothing seemed to convey how sorry she felt for Hiccup. Seeing the prince like that was unbearable – he should be smiling all the time. Such a sad look didn't suit him, and Astrid truly wished she knew how to fix it.

"Hiccup, I…I am so sorry. But there was nothing you could've done. You were fighting for you own life, you cannot be in two places at the same time. You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened."

Hiccup raised his head to lock his gaze with Astrid's. There was so much pain in his eyes. "But it was my fault," he said harshly.

"What are you talking about?" Astrid cried out disbelievingly.

He broke the eye contact again and began pacing around the cliff. When he spoke, his voice was filled with anger. "If I hadn't been so stupid to go through with my plan of saving the Berkians, this wouldn't have happened. The spot where my father was shot was missing two knights because they both were guarding the tunnels. What kind of an idiot takes away two men from the same spot in the battlefield, Astrid? I always do what I think is right but I always mess up. First I attempted to avoid war by only taking our dragons back from Briral, but I also took Stormfly and you were captured because you went after her, and we barely dodged another war. Then I wanted to avoid war by helping you escape, but then the entrance to the tunnel got broken and we had to lessen our defence in Berk so that we could guard the entrance. One of our knights got banished because I was trying to do the right thing. And now I saved the villagers but because of that my father got shot. If I hadn't meddled with the plan, nothing would've happened! I always screw everything up and I am so sick of it! How am I ever supposed to rule Berk with so many mistakes under my belt? Every time I feel like I am making progress, something like this happens and I am back to the starting point!"

"Hiccup, please," Astrid pleaded, her heart almost breaking for him. "Don't be so hard on yourself! You didn't take Stormfly, she went after you because she wasn't being herself! It was my decision to go after her, and it was my fault that I got captured, you've got nothing to do with that! And you saved all the innocent Berkians, isn't that an accomplishment to be proud of? You couldn't have stopped your father from being shot, because it was Briral's plan to take his life all along! If I had known that, I would've told you and you would have saved your father, but neither of us knew so we cannot blame ourselves for what happened. None of this proves you unfit to be the king!"

Hiccup had stopped pacing and he was now looking at Astrid. There was a long silence between them which the prince broke with a loud sigh. He ran his hand through his hair and then mumbled something. Astrid could only make out the word 'dead', but the rest of the sentence was vanished in the wind.

"What did you say?" the princess asked and took a few cautious steps towards him.

Hiccup raised his voice a little as he spoke again; "He is not dead."

"Really? Oh, that's such great news!" Astrid said and she felt she could breathe a bit more freely again. "How is he?"

"The arrow barely missed his heart, but our court physician managed to remove the arrow from his chest almost instantly, but there was something she wasn't telling us. My father didn't wake up until this evening which is why I was late. I asked him why Gothi was looking so worrisome, he just brushed it off as her being overly dramatic about things. He wasn't even mad at me for following my own plan, he was just happy to see me again."

"But isn't that great? I mean, he'll make full recovery and he practically approved of your plan even if he didn't say it directly."

"I suppose so," Hiccup said unconvinced. It was obvious that he was still feeling guilty and felt like it was his fault that Stoick had nearly died.

Astrid didn't know what else to do but walk up to him and pull him into their second embrace of the night. As they hugged each other, the princess thought about the previous days. Fragments of memories flashed before her eyes – well, they weren't memories, just recollections of different states of mind she had had and how she had felt. The thought of losing Hiccup had been consuming her mind so terribly that she realised she couldn't stay away from him.

This was supposed to be their last meeting, but how could she go on with her life without knowing whether he was safe? She had been so close to losing him forever, and that had made her understand how much Hiccup really meant to her. It wasn't some silly crush that would come and go. No, there was something more, and Astrid didn't want to let go of that. She couldn't just forget about the prince in her arms.

"What do we do now?" she asked against his shoulder piece.

"What do you mean?" he asked and broke the hug so that he saw Astrid's face.

"You know…this is supposed to be our good bye, and if we act sensibly, this would be the last time we see each other. But after everything that's happened, or what could've happened, I don't think I can stay away from you, no matter how risky it is. You…you mean too much to me and I would fly all the way to Berk if that meant I just get to see you after tonight."

It had never been easy for Astrid to talk about her emotions so directly, but something about Hiccup brought out her sensitive side that made it so much easier to speak her mind. She wasn't quite sure whether she enjoyed this change, but all she could do now was hope it would be enough to let Hiccup know how much she needed these moments with him.

The prince was going through many thoughts in his head, she could tell from his thoughtful facial expression. However, Astrid was surprised by how short a time it took Hiccup to change that to a content and loving smile. "All the way to Berk, huh?" he asked with a hint of teasing in his voice. Astrid nodded eagerly, desperate to let him know she was being serious. "I don't think that's necessary, milady. I wouldn't mind meeting in this beautiful place every once in a while."

"Really?"

"Really. But I think my father's suspecting that something's up, so it'd be for the best if we meet less frequently."

"Your father's suspecting something? Since when?" Astrid asked in surprise. A slight panic arose within her; was this a good idea after all? "Has he asked you about it?"

"No, he hasn't. It's just a feeling that I have. We've had a bit of strange air between us lately, and I thought that was the reason. But it would be so unlike him to remain silent if he has any reason to believe I'm spending time with you, so it could be anything, really."

Astrid nodded and bit her lip in doubt. They were still in each other's arms and it felt great to have Hiccup's warmth so close to her. She was pretty sure that once they parted, the coldness of the air would feel extra uncomfortable in the body parts that were now pressed against Hiccup. She didn't want to put an end to this, but if there was a reason to believe that the king of Berk was keeping a close watch on the prince, she didn't know if it was wise for them to keep on seeing each other.

Her hesitation didn't go unnoticed by Hiccup. He gave her a smile as he raised her chin with his finger. "Trust me, it'll be all right," he said with so much confidence that Astrid instantly felt more confident about the situation.

She nodded. "I trust you," she said.

Hiccup planted a kiss on Astrid's forehead and the princess sighed contently.

She had managed to dodge two goodbye's in one night. Her luck was unbelievable.

But Hiccup was right. It was going to be all right.
They had each other, and that was what mattered to both of them right now.

So all good for now :') and no cliffhanger! woooo :D

Anybody who's reading this bit here; thank you for being on-board, I hope you're enjoying this story as much as I enjoy writing it! You're all so amazing and I love you all.