Talk, so you'll be fine.

Or stay quiet and suffer alone.

"Okay, so you've dragged me through the village so please let go of me." Thora pulled her arm from Finns' grip. He turned around with a stone face and she gave him a glare in response.

She heard Lyrke jump down into the secret room and he curled himself in a corner and Ray was by by the open hatch, looked down in concern and sadness that he didn't fit threw the hatch.

"I'm sorry, Ray." Finn said and closed the hatch with the rope. Ray rumble but laid down beside the hatch.

"What do you want, Finn?" Thora snapped.

"Oh no, you don't have that card. I have. You came to me, wanted to talk and I said yes and then you just yell at me and run away! Why? Why did you do that?"

"I-I just…" she trailed off. She just wanted to talk to someone and that someone was somehow Finn.

Everything was just so wrong. She felt trapped and her family was a mess. She was mess. Why couldn't she just be perfect? Like her mother wants her to be. Why can't she be a the Jorgenson her grandfather wants her to be? Why can't she be the daughter her father wants her to be? Why can't she see clearly?

Thora felt tears build in the eyes. Crying. A Jorgenson don't cry.

A hand was placed on her left shoulder and she looked up to Finn through eyes with tears.

"Cry if you need too, I'll be here." he said softly and she cried.

Vylma and Brie flew around the island so many times to see if they could find Delia, but they didn't. Such a big dragon couldn't hide on an island that was smaller than Berk. Delia wasn't big as the dragon that took Vylma's father's leg, but the dragon was big enough to spot on high ground.

Delia should be inside the mountain, where Vylma left her, but the only room the mountain was empty.

Even if Vylma tried to take the thought out of her head, she couldn't. She had lost her. Delia was on the loose and could be anywhere. As long she wasn't on a island where people lived or wasn't spotted by anyone, she would be good.

"Come on, girl." Vylma said and guided Brie from the east side of the island where trees was knocked down and tramped on. They flew over the ocean and tried to find their lost dragon.

It was and endless blue view before them, with no signs of Delia.

"Maybe we should take another way." Vylma said to Brie, who turned around but they didn't fly far before they heard a loud roar to the north. They turned to the sound and didn't think twice to fly fast. That roar came from a red death.

The flight wasn't far until they saw a big island with Delia flying over it and on the island stood a whole village, three times bigger than Berk, and had weapons in their hands and screamed at Delia to get away from them. Some villagers even stood on the rooftops of the wooden houses and some stood on the big mountain that lead to a stone castle and was located in the middle of the island.

They needed to get Delia away from the village before she get so scared she fires the whole village to the ground.

Brie flew up to Delia's face. She looked confused and afraid, but Vylma saw fear in her eyes and that wasn't good.

Brie flew up to Delia's eyes instead and Vylma looked into them. "Delia, I need you to fly back!" she said as calmly as possible. "I'm sorry, but you can't be here."

Delia had all her eyes on her tight side to her and Vylma knew she had her attention. "Please, fly home!" she desperately yelled.

An arrow fired at Delia, but it bounced back at the stomach. Three spears came after and more arrows. They bounced away from Delia.

Delia's eyes left Vylma and looked down at the village and Delia became angry. She was ready to fire.

"NO!" Vylma screamed and pushed her with the help of Brie, even if Vylma knew it wouldn't do anything. Brie aimed to the left and fired tight into the air. Then she turned and flew the way home.

"That was close." Vylma said to Brie, looking at Delia flying away.

She looked down at the village below her to see if they were okay and it looked like they were.

The village screamed in happiness and cheered and gestured to her to come down to them. They all smiled at her and all their weapons was down.

Vylma looked at Delia and saw her fly at the direction of home. A quick stop in the village to see if they were okay was not gonna harm her or Brie.

"Let's land at the front of the castle." She clapped Brie on the side and they flew down.

As soon as they landed, people came running to them. All clapping and cheering.

"You saved us!"

"Thank you!"

"Our saviour!"

Vylma climbed down from Brie's back and she was quickly taken by her arms and hands to be guided through the crowd. Vylma looked back at Brie with an confused face and Brie tilted her head to the side and started to walk through the crowd to. The crowd made space for her and stroke their hands on her scales.

Vylma giggled at the sight and was glad they took Brie with open arms.

The crowd took her to the opening of the castle and its wooden doors were big. It's half round opening had carved golden snakes around it and it looked impressive. It's doors was wide open and a really old man came through the shadows of the opening.

He had a grey long beard and he had no hair on his head, but it did have a golden crown shaped as two snakes and an eagle in the middle. His back was crooked, which made him to Vylmas height. His clothes was brown and golden. And his brown cloak had golden details all over it, it shined in the sun. Vylma guesses he was the chief of this village. Or king?

The crowd went quiet and had their attention on him. He clasped his hands in front of him.

"Is this the one who saved us from the beast? Is she our saviour?" He had a calm and soft voice. He sounded wise, which he probably was considering his age.

"Yes, my king." The man to Vylmas left said.

The king smiled and landed his soft eyes on her. "You saved us from our doom and I can't thank you enough. I'm forever in your favour." He raised his hands and gestures to the whole village. "We are forever in your favour."

Vylma felt the hands on her arms and hands leave so she could take a step forward. She smiled. "I'm glad to be helping you, but I need to go home"

"And that's why, as the law says, you will be our new king, or queen as you are a woman." He didn't care what Vylma had said

Vylmas eyes widened. "Wait. What?" She had never heard of a law that said that someone who saved the village would become the next king or queen.

"I have no heir to give the throne to and my days are getting darker and darker. The law says that 'If the king or queen does not have an heir to give the throne to, they will wait for a saviour who will save the village from their dead and that person will become the king or queen of our village, Barvik"

The crowd cheered while Vylma looked around her.

Was these people serious? Her leading a village? A bigger village than Berk? Maybe she could mange Berk, but she didn't think about leading Berk. She was third in line and she was pretty sure she would never be chieftess of Berk. Stoick will be the next chief of Berk. He was being trained and ready to take that role one day. She was watching behind him and sometimes she took a thing or two in her mind and it stuck. She knew how to trade, make planes and speak to crowds. Leading people was another thing and have responsibilities to life's, she didn't even know these people! She didn't even know that this village existed!

"What if I refuse?" She said and the crowd became quiet.

The old man looked at the seriously. "Than we have to kill you and apparently your dragon. We can't have a saviour out in the world who saved us. That would break our law."

Vylma heard weapons being drawn and she looked back. Brie was surrounded by swords and axes and soon she was too. She needed to have a reason she couldn't become their queen.

"I'm the daughter of the chief of Berk." She confident said.

"One of chief Hiccups daughters?" The old man asked.

Vylma nodded. "Yes, I'm third in line." This maybe could work.

"Vylma Haddock? Chief Hiccups and Astrid Haddocks third child and first born daughter?"

Vylma nodded her head again. "Yes!" She smiled and thought she was out of this saviour thing.

The old man smiled. "Then this is even more fitting," Vylmas smile faded. "You have leader blood in you and that makes your job easier. We are happy to be in the services and be in you le hands."

They all bowed to her and she looked around her until her eyes stopped at Brie's.

They stared at each other. Maybe they could just fly away from here never think about this ever again? But she had just told who they are and he knew her dad. He would probably send a letter or something to her dad and then a lot of questions would be asked and Delia would probably be discovered. What would she say when her dad will discover she was a queen? What if they say she had saved them from a big dragon and dad would discover anyway? She maybe had a chance to change the way her dad would discover she had become a queen if she said yes? It was a better plan than the first; where Brie and she would die.

Vylma turned around to the bowed king and took a deep breath. She would have a lot of explanation to do at home. "Fine. I'll become your queen."

The crowd cheered and clapped their hands and the old man smiled and held out a hand to her. She walked to him and took it.

"We are thankful to have you as our queen and have you as our guide through bad and good days that are to come. Our future are safe to have such a person to have our backs and as our saviour!." He said in a high voice and bowed as much as his back could let him and the crowd and the village that looked up to them, did so as well.

The old man took his crown of his head and handed it to her. "Take this. It's not a crown of a queen, but now it's a symbol of me giving my place to you."

She was a queen now? As in right here right now?! What had she done? She had said yes to this. So all she could do was to take the responsibility.

She took the crown in her hands with slight of shaking hands. The crown was heavy and it felt like this was made this old mans back bend over the years. But he couldn't have worn this crown every minute of the day. Her dad had his chief cape in special occasions. Not all the time. Even if he had started to wear it more and more.

"Come. You need to get know your new village and its people before the grand feast starts this evening." He held his hand and she took it.

With a last glance back so she knew Brie was following her; she walking inside the castle where her new life would begin.