Confused

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Former king Ivald of Barvik passed away two weeks after he declared Vylma Haddock as the new queen of Barvik. The news came to Vylma in the middle of the night when one of her personal servants, Gunnevi came in and woke her up to tell her the passing of the former king.

Vylma had four servants that was her own. She didn't want them and only needed them when she dresses and did her hair, because she didn't know how to dress like a queen and she had always put her hair in a simple braid and called it a day. But now she could only wear the blue shirt, brown skirt and black leggings when she was on Berk (which wasn't often) and she disliked it. The dresses she had to wear now were the prettiest dresses she had ever seen and she had nothing against dresses, but thinking of what to wear and having her hair different almost everyday was something she could live without. If only she could.

Gunnevi had shaken her awake and thrown a black dress on her after Vylma had taking off her nightgown. Brie had awoken by the servant entrance, but Vylma told her to go back to sleep. Vylma's second and third servants, Svea and Rodvi came in to do her hair and it didn't take long before the last servent, Gyda came in with a tray of food. Food Vylma barely ate with the twisted stomach she had at that moment. The former king was dead, which meant that Vylma would become the real queen of Barvik.

The walk down the halls to Ivald's bedroom were walked in silence. The black dress felt stift and was to big for the new sixteen year old girl.

Yes, Vylma had just turned 16 and she could at least go to Berk and celebrate her and Magnhilds birthday at home. Even if it was a few hours and Vylma would have liked to stay longer, it was better than nothing.

When they reached the room and the she saw the former kings body under some white lining, Vylma wanted to run. Run back to her room and jump on Brie so they could fly away to Berk and stay there forever.

She wanted to sit by the fire in her childhood home and hear uncle Gobber telling stories about his adventures of his life. Seeing her mother roll her eyes at the ridiculous stories and hearing her grandmother ask questions about them so Gobber has to explain how it was all true. Vylma wanted to see her father smile and laugh and passing glances at his wife as they spoke in silence to each other. Hell, she would have a fight with her sister than the reality that laid before her.

"Long live the queen!"

The voice startled her and the echo of the same sentence that came after. Her four servants and the guards that stood around the room bowed to her.

"Long live the queen!" was all that was heard through the castle and then later on in the streets. And the queen herself shedded a tear for her new life.

Ingrid's hand stopped where her blonde hair was crossed by two braids on her head. Something she had done so many times over the days when her frustration to translate the dragon eye grew by each minute. She had come far with the translation but the words that were missing in all eight sentence was either not writing in this translation book or her father had another book somewhere that held those words.

But first; her hair was making her annoyed today so she took the two crossed braids out and the fish braid that hung down her back. Finally she could run a frustrated hand through her hair without getting stopped by the braids.

She laid a hand on Kyrias head and pat her. Kyria cooed, but stayed still with her eyes shut.

When the door opened, Kyria open her eyes to see who came into the room. When she realize it was just Stoick, she laid back down and went back to her rest.

"Stoick?" Ingrid said surprised. "Shouldn't you be on your way to Vylma's coronation?"

The news of the passing of Ivald had come yesterday to Berk with a welcoming to Vylmas coronation, which was today. The only who had gotten a invention was Vylmas family and Gobber. Considering Gobber was an uncle to her. Hiccup and Astrid wouldn't go as the leaders of Berk, but as the parents of Vylma. The coronation was going to be simple and in a small scale Vylma had wrote in the letter and the feast wouldn't be all night.

"I'm waiting for the rest to get done and I was bored to just sit and wait so I thought-"

"You would come to me?" Ingrid smiled at him and felt her heart start to beat faster.

Stoick blushed and scratched his neck. "Well yeah." he mumbled which made Ingrid chuckle.

Ingrid notice the clothes Stoick was wearing and couldn't help but think he looked handsome. The blue tunic had golden embroidery on the sleeve, neckline and at the base that reached to his thighs. With a black belt and trousers with those brown boots, he looked more formal dressed she had ever seen him.

"Nice clothes." she said and kinda regret it afterwards.

Stoick looked down at his clothes. "Thanks. Mum picked it for me after I said I would go in my everyday clothes. Finn is dressed the same but green instead of blue. And she had to force Magnhild to wear a dress."

Ingrid nodded. "Yeah, Magnhild isn't a dress-loving person." She could feel the awkwardness grow and she tried not to smile.

She had some feelings for Stoick, but she didn't know what to do with them. Drowning them worked but the feeling to be with him were growing each day. The problem was that he was the future chief of Berk and Ingrid knew he needed someone better than her. And he probably didn't felt the same. He only saw her as a friend and even if it hurt, she knew it was for the best.

"How's it going with the translation?" Stoick asked and walked to her.

Vylma moved the papers that laid before her and showed the words she had translated.

"I've started with the eight sentences that were on the left side of the map thing. They aren't full sentence because I can't find the words in the book." she pushed the paper towards Stoick and he started to read.

In a _ in the ground.

In water _ in lights.

Dragons of different _.

_ in _ as one.

_ high _ low.

Ground _ as the _.

The _ world will be one.

_ blue as_ sky.

"I've tried to think of words that could fit but it makes no sense." she ran her hand through her hair again in frustration. "It's like a riddle. A really annoying riddle."

Stoick looked from the words on the paper to her and saw something he didn't notice when he came in the room. Ingrid's' hair was down. Like a waterfall of blonde hair down her back that almost touched the chair she sat on.

"Your hair is down." the words came out of his mouth before he knew it.

Ingrid looked at him with wide eyes for a second before she looked away."Eh, yeah it just… was in the way. Well the… the braids were in the way." she stammered.

No one beside her family had seen her with her hair down and when she let it down minutes ago, she thought no one was coming in here. Certainly not Stoick. Having her hair down was not a crime but it felt weird when she had been having her hair in braids or a braid when being in public all her life. Her mother loved braiding her hair when she was little and even put fish oil in it, which Ingrid hadn't have in her hair since she was ten and decided to do her own hair.

"Well, I think you look beautiful with your hair down." Ingrid turned her head to Stoick so fast she could hear her neck crack.

What did he say?

Stoick saw the panic in her eyes and thought he had said something bad. He coughed and stood up to walk out of the room. "I should leave. They're probably finished. I- I maybe see you when I come back?" with that he walked out of the room and kicked himself mentally for what he just said.

He had called Ingrid beautiful. Well she was, so he was telling the truth. But she was his friend! Ingrid was probably freaking out and it would be weird around them and just… It would be awkward. She felt nothing for him. She only saw him as a friend and even if it hurt, he knew it was for the best.