I will be forever in your heart

Don't forget that

Stoick had falling asleep after crying for an hour and Ingrid tried to wake him up so he wouldn't sleep in the woods. He did wake up, mumble something about they staying, then he had laid both of them down on the ground, her head on his chest and his arms still around her. Ingrid felt like she was going to explode. Her heart beating so fast she knew Stoick felt it through their clothes and her cheeks so hot they felt like the heat from a fire. And she was cold, sleeping outside wasn't a good idea without a blanket, well good thing Frida didn't need it.

She had slowly sat up and Stoick grabbed her, wondering what she was doing now. She had just grabbed the fur blanket and pulled it over them.

Ingrid never thought she would be cuddling Stoick, or even sleep next to him. Hell, she had his head on his chest and his arms was around her.

This was not allowed, by any means in their condition of just being friends and never talked nor showed any more feeling than friendship. But right now, no one would know. They were too tired to be bothered by anything. Their parents would be wondering where they are now and would be asking them tomorrow where they went this night.

That was problems for the future Stoick Haddock and Ingrid Ingerman.

The problem started when the sun was up and Ingrid woke up with a sore body from laying on the forest ground the whole night. She went in panic a few seconds because she had forgotten where she was, but then everything from last night came to her and she relaxed.

The panic came back when she felt Stoick moving behind her. His arm was around her waist and her back pressed to his chest. She could feel his breath in her hair and she knew she needed to get out of here. Before her parents found her like this or if anyone find them. Her parents were probably worried about her, for her going to visit Frida and than never coming back home.

She carefully lifted Stoick's arm and moved out of the blanket and the warmth of his body.

Ingrid sat beside him and waited a few seconds before she walked away from him towards the village.

She didn't want to leave him, but she knew her parents were worried and if they walked out of the forest together and people saw, they would start talking and questions would be answered.

Ingrid wanted it to be romantic feelings that made Stoick wanting her to stay with him. But she told herself it was probably just him being lost after his grandmother's death and him mourning. Yeah, that was probably it.

Hiccup wasn't ready to get out of bed. It was too warm and to comfortable for him to get up and face the reality. His mother was dead and her funeral would be in a few hours . The one person who he didn't know for the first 20 years of his life and had just got back, they didn't even have 20 years together after the 20 years they had lost! He should be grateful that he at least had 18 years together than none at all. It felt even worse when Vylma told him that Drago killed her.

That what he and Astrid had gotten out of her yesterday. "Drago. Drago killed her." a whispered, but enough for Hiccup to get even more angry at Drago. Now he had taken two of Hiccups parents and almost his daughter. Was there any more disgusting human being than Drago Bludvist?

"Hiccup?" Astrid took him out of his thoughts. He turned to her, the redness in her eyes almost gone from the crying. She had tried to stay strong for their children and him. Tears had been falling from her eyes, but she had tried to keep them at bay.

"I love you." he mumbled, his throat feeling raw after all the crying.

"I love you too." she said back.

He laid a hand on her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "Don't ever leave me."

Astrid moved closer to him, placing her head on his shoulder and a hand over his heart. "I'm not going anywhere. I will always be with you."

Hiccup kissed her forehead. Gods, how was he so lucky for having her by his side?

Arrows flew high in the air until they hit the ten boats out in the sea. The fire made the water turn orange and the air fill with smoak.

The people of Berk stood there, some saying last word to the fallen and some standing quiet, letting tears fall.

Berk had lost ten people that night. In a battle that fortunately had been way shorter than anyone thought but long enough for those ten people to fall. At least they would never have to deal with Drago again. The news of his dead was music to their ears.

Dragos ashes and the two men, had almost vanished with the wind when the chief and his friends had gone looking for it. At least they didn't need to get rid of his body, just his ashed they could easily throw away. That madman didn't deserve a proper funeral, not like they would waste time and work on it. A man like him wasn't worthy of going to Valhalla. No, he'd been Nifelheim. Wandering in the river Slid and lastly he will be spending his days in a house on the Nastranden - tortured by the poisonous snakes on the walls.

The funeral was going to be longer. But I didn't know how to write it. I wrote and deleted and then I wrote it again, but different and I wasn't happy with it. So, this is it.

Nifelheim is the place were murders, betrayers and adulterers go to when they die. First they walk through a river (Slid) which there's swords and knife flows around instead of water and on the beach (Nastranden) lays a house where the walls are made of plaited poisonous snakes.

Hel or Helheim is also where people who have done bad thing in their lives go to, but Nifelheim is a darker and more painful place to go after you die.