I'll be fine.
I think.
"Are you still mad at her?"
Leif waited for Olav's answer as he received the last basket of fish from the fishing boat.
Olav shook his head. "No," he began and crossed his arms over his chest. "But I still don't really understand why she is so... careful that I can't help her."
"Well we can go and tell her dinner is ready and check on her." Leif said and placed the basket of fish at the other side of the pier, by the mountain wall.
"Guys," Frida said and walked to them. "Guess who got a new job?" she asked happily.
"You?" Olav and Leif said at the same time.
Frida smiled. "Yes, me in the kitchen. I'll be cooking food for the village. Finally a job I want!"
Olav and Leif looked confused for a second before they looked at each other and it clicked.
"Right, your grandfather is the village chef." Leif pointed out and turned to Frida.
Frida nodded her head. "Yes, he is." she clapped her hands together. "So, no more working with boats for me."
"Has anyone seen, Thora?" Hookfang landed beside them, with am worried Snotlout sitting on him.
"No, not since lunch." Olav responded.
"Check Finns "secret" room or the great hall. She may be there." Frida answered, remembering the scene when she found them a few hours ago.
Snotlout crocked an eyebrow. "Okay." Than they flew off towards the great hall.
The great hall was half full of people eating dinner and Snotlout spotted Finn sitting beside his brother Stoick and his son Brant a few tables from him, but no Thora.
He looked to his right and saw her sitting by a table in the corner by herself, lazily sterling her food around. She had her arm propped on the table with her elbow and her cheek pressing in her hand. She had a sad face. Ray was eating fish from a basket behind her.
Snotlout walked up to her and when he saw that she had been crying, his steps got quicker.
"Sweetie." He softly said and sat down beside her and placed a hand on her back, which she shrugged off.
"What's wrong? Who did this to you?" He almost demanded.
"No one," she sniffed. "I did this to myself, so don't go and blame anyone."
Snotlout was confused. Why was she crying? What had happened or what had she done to herself that made her cry?
"Why are you crying?" He asked.
Thora went quiet and stared at her food.
"You know you can tell me anything." He assured.
Thora looked away and said nothing.
"Why won't you tell me?" He tried.
"Can I just," She began and turned her face to him. "Can I tell you when I'm ready to tell you? And mum."
Snotlout looked trouble at first before he nodded. "Yes, of course."
They went quiet and Snotlout just stared at her thinking what had happened to his daughter that she wouldn't even tell her own father.
He then stood up, making Thora look up from where she from her untouched food.
Snotlout smiled at her "Don't worry I'll just get some food so you don't have to eat alone."
Thora didn't have time to say anything before he had walked to get some food. She smiled weakly at his back and watching him walk across the hall to get food.
Tables away sat Hiccup with his wife Astrid, mother Valka and daughter Magnhild. They had just digging in their food when Hiccup looked around the hall and couldn't find the person he was looking for.
"Has anyone seen, Vylma?" He asked.
Astrid looked up and checked the hall herself. "No, not since this morning."
"That girl can be anywhere in the world," Valka began. "Looking for dragons or just flying in curiosity."
"Yeah. That's what's worries me." Hiccup said worried and checked the hall again for any sign of her.
"She'll be home soon." Magnhild assured. "She always comes home before midnight and Brie makes sure she's home safe."
It was midnight when Vylma open the front door of the Haddock house.
Astrid, Hiccup and Valka sat by the fire talking when she open the door and they all turned to her.
"I know I'm home late, but there is an explanation." Vylma said fast.
"Okay," Hiccup began and turned his attention to her. "Tell us."
Vylma tried to think of the best way to begin this explanation. She was tense and didn't know what to do with her hands, which was sweaty. This was not the news they wanted to hear.
"Just tell us from the beginning." Valka said and gave her a small smile.
Vylma relaxed her face and her shoulders fell down. Vylma herself hadn't realized how tense she had been.
The beginning. Was something she couldn't tell them. She needed to lie about that part. About Delia. The red death. She had saved a village, Barvik from a red death. The red death she had found and trained and now was once again lost. So how do she start the story of how she became queen? Or will become queen. Something she can't do anything about.
Vylma took a deep breath. "I-I kind of became the queen of Barvik."
The room became quiet and confused faces at that unexpected information.