Nothing was heard but the flames from the burning boats and the sniffing from Berk as they all stood there, watching the dead people being burned and made their way to Valhalla.

The night had fallen and the moon and stars made the view more beautiful than it should be. No one really knew how many had died. Some said 20 and some said 40, the later one was a really high number for Berk, but right now it didn't matter. They were dead and would never come back. It was also pointless to count the burning boats out in the sea as there were some boats with two people in them as there weren't enough boats for them all.

Stoick Haddock and Ingrid Ingerman were those who shared a boat. Which was fitting as they were betrothed and would have become a family in the future. A future that was now going up in flames.

The loss of the heir of Berk had come into reality when chief Hiccup had been desperately searching for his kids after checking on his wife. He had found them in a situation he feared to see them in. Sitting by their brother's dead body.

No one really knew what was going inside the chief's head right now. It was either chaos or completely blank. His stone face didn't say anything, but his red eyes told them that he had cried.

Of course he had. His wife was lying unconscious in the mountain and no one knew if she ever would wake up. No one knew why she hadn't woken up.

The arrow that Astrid had saved Magnhild from, had only gone half way into Astrid with its head. It wasn't anything serious, it would leave a scar and nothing else. It would have been a whole different story if she didn't have her dragon armour on.

Her broken hand would heal, but probably would never be the same as it was before. The one downside about that was that it was her right hand that broke. Her dominant hand.

The only thing that could be the main reason why she wasn't waking up was the hit in the head she got when she collided with the icy ground. But the healers also feared that it could mean that she could lose her memory if it was really serious. Astrid had a bump at the side of her head, as it was there she hit the ground.

With a shaking voice, Magnhild had told her father, siblings and Gothi everything that had happened out there when her mother protected her from the arrow and had dragged her down. Making her, being hit by the arrow, broke her hand because she was protecting Magnhilds head.

Now, after saying goodbye to her brother and friends and lit their boats with a flaming arrow, Magnhild wished she never had gone out from the mountain to find her mother. Maybe she would have been hit with both of the arrows and maybe would have been hit in her face and died instantly. But if Magnhild hadn't been there, her mother wouldn't need to have her daughter to think about and protect her from the arrows. Her mother could have easily protected herself, by not having Magnhild to think about!

Right now, Astrid was needed here. Hiccup needed his wife's support through this hard time, even if Astrid herself would have been as heartbroken as her husband, they would have had each other to lean on. Now, Hiccup stood alone with his two kids standing beside him, both heartbroken as well.

Finn was crying in silence. Tears streamed down his face, his hand had dropped the bow the second he had fired the arrow at his brother and Ingrid's boat and now his hands were holding each other and were shaking. His eyes had left the burning ocean and looked down at the snow at his feet.

Magnhild was pretty much in the same state as her brother, but her hands didn't shake. She felt heavy, like her body wanted her to lay down and never get up again, but her legs told her to run. Run away from this sad place and away from the difficult time that laid before her.

Magnhild looked to her right and saw her fathers profile. Nothing had changed about him since the start of the funeral, just like the Ingermans a few meters from them.

Fishlegs held his crying wife and their two sons in a big embrace. Not a dry eye from them ever since they had seen their only daughter and sister laying dead beside Frida and Stoick.

Frida had told them of what had happened with their daughter out on one of Grimmels ships. How Grimmel had shot her and his ship had somehow exploded right after Signe had saved her. How she and Signe had been in a cave blocked with snow the rest of the battle together with Ingrid's dead body.

Tuffnut and Erika had come to the horrible scene of the two dead lovers' bodies surrounded with their siblings and cousin. Frida had thrown herself in both her parents arms as soon she saw them and she still held them both, shaking and afraid that she would lose someone else dear to her.

The news of Brant's passing became known when Thora came into the mountain, screaming for her parents. Snotlout came running out from the Berks room of the mountain and Thora started rambling about finding Brant dead in the snow. Her eyes were red from tears and Snotlout tried to calm his daughter down so he would understand what she was saying.

Thora had instead grabbed his hand and dragged him out rather than try to tell him what had happened. Ray stood outside the mountain opening with the dead body of Brant.

Snotlout's face had become pale at the sight of his dead son. He had run to Brant's side and sat down beside him and tried to wake him up. Thora had stood beside him and told him that it was no use. Brant was gone.

Snotlout had then grabbed his daughter and dragged her down to his lap, where she cried into his tunic and he had held her until the sun was completely down from the sky.

Now Snotlout and Thora stood holding each other, watching Brant's boat burn into ashes. Heather sat on windshears back, as her leg made it impossible for her to stand. She had her head in her hands, crying for the loss of her son.

Magnhild studied her father's profile face for a few seconds before she grabbed his hand. She squeezed it and after a few seconds, he squeezed it back. He didn't turn to face her, and she wasn't expecting that either.