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Also there are mature themes in this chapter including Trama and Abuse so if you get triggered I advise you skip this chapter and or find another amazing story on this site thanks and Cya tomorrow with another chapter!

Berk, Home to some of the most stubborn of Vikings in all the Archipelago, The small, secluded island has been home to many generations of Vikings the strongest and hardheaded would survive here, but sometimes you may find a glimpse of hope a small fracture of time itself hidden in the depths of its dark and misty past. What better way to start off this journey on a foggy morning in Berk as someone stirs in their sleep.

Astrid Hofferson awoke from her deep and sound slumber stretching as she felt cold skin lying beside her desperate for warmth, she turned to see the heir to berk and nephew to their Chief Stoick The Vast Snotlout Jorgenson, her now promised as he had chosen her to become his betrothed when he was of age and became the new Chief his dark brown hair spread across his pillow as he snored louder than a yaks ass. Astrid sighed and began waking up the sleeping Hooligan-"wake up Mutton head, you know you and the chief have to survey the repairs from the Raid"- with no answer to her call she sighed loudly and punched him in the arm to stir him from his slumber-"OWWWW!..WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"-he yelped in his scratchy morning voice...

"You may be the heir but that means u cant sleep in early and let our chief do the work alone"- she retorted with a un-amused look plastered on her face. The soon to be heir jumped from his position and gave her a sneered look and slapped her across the face

"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME THAT WAY TO ME I AM YOUR HEIR AND HUSBAND"-She turned away feeling a giant pit in her stomach knowing what would come next...

The Man got up and grabbed a fresh set of clothes consisting of a Scaly vest made from the hied of a deadly natter, and under a dark brown leather tunic with sowed seems from where he was slashed and attacked at during the raids, as well as some long dark brown leather leggings and some fancy Yak fur boots supplied to him from the chief. As he finished getting dressed he gave a look at Astrid as she held her face scared looking away

"look it really is for your own good"-he stated with no remorse. He grabbed his axe off the closet shelf and walked out the small loft room to the door and slammed it as walked out to the chief and began his daily tasks.

"that jerk..." she held her hand close to the mark her cheek sizzling in pain as she walk to the door with a staggered limp

She quietly look over the small hut looking at the fire place and the small chair her "lovely Husband" would lounge in and demanded him food and barrels of mead. She walked over to the stairs holding on the guard rails for dear life as she ran her hands down the smoothed wood as she walked to the small kitchen area and looked into the bucket of water at her reflection and saw the welt of a over sized meaty hand displayed across her face. She was to it she was known as a bit of a klutz so she always said she would just fall and hit something as she would never bad mouth Snotlout to the village because he was beloved by all, even though he was a monster at home...she slowly dipped her hands into the water watching her reflection ripple away and she washed her face and hands before going to start the day

Astrid was known around the small village as the "wife to the greatest heir of all!" she was also once known as the shield madden of their village as wanted to dedicate her life to slaughtering the very beasts that ruined her life for ever, The Dragons...she was only little when she would be regaled of stories of every generation of the hooligan tribe of Berk fighting for their lives in the great war against the dragons her passion growing for the action and bravery of all the warriors, and well after they destroyed everything she loved and cared about that passion only burned brighter but...That was only diminished after Snotlout Jorgenson chose her to be his wife to be when he becomes chief of berk and that burned her deep.

As she was deep in thought she turned to the small cobburd with all her belongings, her trust axe and the small pendant wrapped up neatly on the empty shelf she was given by her mother as well as some spare clothes and battle armor in case she was needed. She slowly shed of her night gown and folded it neatly as she laid it in the small shelf as she grabbed her signature blue T-shirt and plated skirt as well as her armor pads and layered it on one piece at a time and grabbed the pendant it and carefully put it around her neck as she walk down to the door to meet the morning breeze.

Berk wasn't the biggest island nor was it the most inhabited of any of the other colonies but it was sure filled to the brim of hard headed stubborn Vikings. She started down the long brick path as she entered the main area of the village as she heard the sound of the local black smith yelling out a old chant and hammered away at bent up sword

"Hey Gober!"-she shouted over his loud "Singing" the elder Viking had turned to see the young madden

"Ahhh me best studen' come by to give meh a warm hello" as he stumbled over to her with his hook hand and peg leg "well lass its ben a while since I've seen you wonderin about the village, everythin alright?"- he gave subtle nod to her bruised cheek that she was holding in pain

"oh just another fall down the stairs!"-she beamed through her teeth, she hated lying to Gober but she knew it was for the best even though he was the only person in the archipelago that even gave a care in the world about her but she knew he would never believe her

"ya sure lass seems ole snot gots you locked up in that ye yer hut of yours" he gestured to the tall hut over looking the village

"Ah well you know him just trying to...protect me"-mumbling the last part as she was pained to even praise the man for the pain he has cause her

"well at least Hes doin ya a favour"-he gave a toothy grin which snapped Astrid out of her deep thought process as she started to walk away hiding the obvious limp she had but the old black smith got back to working singing as he hammered down the sword.

The day went by slowly and painfully, Astrid was laying in her bed as she re-wrapped up her knee after Snotlout got a bit to much Mead in his system and tried to kick her knee cap out of its socket. She sighed laid down in the old wooden bed as stared up at the planks in the ceiling wondering how her life got this way as she slowly closed her eyes and saw the day that brought her to Hel, just like every other night she didn't get much sleep.