"What have you done?" Magnhild screamed and ran to the roasted bars that were between her and Temple.

Temple's snot horn was gone. Left was a bloody hole that didn't seem to heal. Temple's head was covered in blood and Magnhild felt relief when he opened his yellow eyes. They looked at her with so much sadness and pain that Magnhild started to cry.

He was in pain and had suffered through so much because she couldn't say yes to a marriage. She had been selfish. Gods, she hated herself.

Magnhild looked at the rest of Temple's body and saw that his left leg was gone and something was spreading through his body. Black veins were spreading from the leg that wasn't there anymore, all over his body. Magnhild only had poison in her head and anger filled her body.

Her knuckles turned white from the grip on the bars and her vision became blurry from the tears. This was a nightmare.

"Wait!" Magnhild screamed at him. "You said I had two months!"

"Yes, but it seems like summer is getting early this year."

The man with the axe got closer to Temple.

"NO!" She screamed. "Please! Don't hurt him! I beg you."

Magnhild tried to say something more, but her breath was caught in her throat. Her breathing became uneven and her legs started shaking and she grabbed the bars tighter to keep herself from falling.

Her eyes closed tight and then she heard it;

"The beast is dead."

She opened her eyes and saw the night sky before her. It was a dream, but a dream that was reality a few days ago. The sight of Temple laying there, all bloody and ready to die, would always be in her head and she knew that this wasn't the last time she would dream about it.

The wind blew through her hair, making it more of a mess than it already was. She could hear wings clap above her. Magnhild didn't know what kind of dragon it was. It's claw was warm around her middle and it had saved her. She didn't know how and why, but she was safe now.

Magnhild closed her eyes and let herself go to sleep.

The air smelled foreign to Magnhild when she breathed in the smell of newly baked bread and a smell she had never smelled before. Her eyes opened slowly and started to focus on a wooden ceiling. She laid on something soft, furs if she guessed and layers of them on her.

It was hot where she laid. Taking the furs off would be nice but her arms felt heavy as did her whole body. Her head could at least turn so she could see where she was. She turned her head to the left and saw something she didn't think she would see. Magnhild didn't really know what she would see, but this was not on her list of all the things she thought she would see.

An old woman sat in a chair by a table in the middle of the room. She looked at her with curious blue eyes, her skin was wrinkled and her white hair was thin on her head. Her face had a kind grandma feature on it and she wore a thick fur cardigan.

Manghild thought she was seeing her grandmother, her mother's mother; Hilda. The woman who had died months before Magnhild and Vylma were born, but something told her that this wasn't her grandmother. It couldn't be.

Magnhild slowly sat up but was greeted with a sharp pain in her side.

"Careful my dear, you don't want to cause more damage than it is." The old woman said in a sweet but raspy voice.

Magnhild laid back down into the soft blankets with a hiss, making her feel the pain in her body. Her nose was pounding, so was her head. Her legs were heavy, but the most pain was her ribs, especially her left side she felt the most when she sat up.

"Where am I? And who are you?" She asked the woman. Her voice was harsh and her throat was screaming for water.

"You're on my island." The old woman began. "Your dragon came here with you, all wounded and lifeless. My daughter and granddaughter helped you to heal and hopefully you will be on your feet soon."

Magnhild narrowed her eyes on her. "You don't want me here? Then why help me?"

The lady snorted. "You're a stranger in my home. You can be anybody, but I'm not heartless enough to leave you to die."

Magnhild gave her a small nod and coughed. "Thank you, for taking me in and letting me heal. But who are you? You are a stranger to me too, you know."

A door open, letting in sunlight into the room and walking in was a blonde haired woman in her fifties. Her hair was tied in a knot by the back of her head, her eyes were blue and she reminded Magnhild of her mother so much that Magnhild had to blink a few times to see that it wasn't her mother. The woman wore a simple purple dress with silver brooches by her collarbone that held up the white apron.

"Oh, you're up." she said when she saw the awakened Magnhild, "Why didn't you say anything?" she asked the old woman, annoyed.

The old woman shuddered and didn't bother answering the woman.

Magnhild coughed, making her sit up in the bed.

The woman didn't hesitate to pour up a cup of water to Magnhild. "Here."

Magnhild didn't waste a second to drink every last drop of the cold wonderful water. She cleared her throat afterwards and felt the hunger come to her.

The woman placed her hand on Magnhild's forehead and then on her arm. "Well, your fever is almost gone or you're just warm because of the fur's, either way you are getting better. That's good.'' She then grabbed the cup and refilled it before she sat it down on the table beside the bed. "You need to rest. Your ribs aren't healed nor your nose. Rest and I'll wake you up when lunch is ready."

Magnhild opened her mouth to say something, but the woman pushed Magnhild down and laid the furs over her again. The last one on top she took away so Magnhild wouldn't get more heat.

She then turned to the old woman. "I'll be right back with egg and milk and in the meantime, I don't want you to make our guests unwelcome in our home." with that she turned her heel and walked out of the house.

"That was my daughter Tyra if you're confused about who she was." the old woman answered the questions Magnhild had but didn't ask. "She can be a little bossy sometimes, but she's kind enough and good enough to keep you alive."

Magnhild glanced at her, still feeling confused about the situation. "Then I'll thank her the next time I see her."

The old woman nodded and stood up. She wobbly walked around the table and sat down on a chair so she could be closer to Magnhild. Magnhild didn't know how old she was, but close to 70 if she needed to guess. "Now, my name is Disa Hofferson and this is my home. And now I want to know who you are."

Magnhild raised her eyebrows. "Hofferson? Really?" Finn came to mind. When he had shown her their family tree and talked about every person on it, but that was years ago. She couldn't really remember who Disa was of everyone on the tree.

Disa raised her eyebrows as well, "Yes, really." She leaned then leaned forward and narrowed her eyes at Magnhild. "Do you know any Hoffersons?"

"Well, yes." Magnhild responded. "My mother was a Hofferson." she stated.

"Uh, can you possibly be from Berk?"

"Yes, I am. You're too? I assume?" Magnhild answered quickly.

"Born and raised, until I left that place."

"Same."

"Oh, really?" Disa frowned and leaned back into the chair. "And what's your mother's name?"

"Astrid." Magnhild's mind raced. Were they related? Disa did look like Magnhild's grandmother Hilda and Tyra looked so much like Magnhild's mother Astrid that it was scary.

"She can't possibly be my sister's daughter?"

"Her mother's name was Hilda." Magnhild said quickly to get to the truth.

"So you are my sister's daughter." Magnhild opened her mouth but couldn't find words. She just nodded. "Tell me, who's your father? Who did my niece marry?"

"The chief."

Disa raised her eyebrows. "Stoick?!" she exclaimed.

"No," Magnhild frowned and shook her head. " Stoick's son, Hiccup."

Disa nodded slowly. "Uh, that makes more sense."

Well, yes it did. Magnhild thought.

"Married to the chief. Uh, well lucky sister who got her family line in good blood." Disa muttered to herself. "And you?" she asked loudly, "What's your name?"

"Magnhild. Magnhild Haddock."

Fish had never tasted any better for Magnhild when Tyra served her lunch. It was salty, juicy and just wonderful for Magnhild's empty stomach. She hadn't had a proper meal since the day she became a prisoner. She had been giving bread and water for two months which wasn't much to live on, but at least it was something.

"Don't eat too fast, or you'll throw it up." Tyra said stopping Magnhild from eating way too fast.

"Let her eat. She looks like she hasn't eaten in years." Disa commented from the table.

Magnhild lowered the plate to her lap. She knew she had lost weight under those two horrible months. She had felt her body change, but she hadn't really cared. She had eaten what she had been giving and tried to keep her body in shape the first two weeks until her strength had failed her from all the pain they had caused her. Magnhild had felt her muscles becoming weaker and weaker by the days and she knew her body looked like a twig right now, but she didn't care. Magnhild could build her body up again, even if it probably takes some time.

"Eat child, so you can rest some more." Disa said to Magnhild.

Tyra nodded in agreement. "That I agree with. Eat and then rest some more until you can take a bath."

Magnhild obeyed; she ate the rest of the food on the plate before going to sleep. She didn't have any dreams and when she woke up in the middle of the night, it felt like she had just closed her eyes for a second before opening them again.

Now she had time to think without the interruptions of Disa or Tyra.

She was on an island called the Hoff-island. A island Disa had found and named herself when she had run away from Berk 50 years ago, pregnant with Tyra and all alone. The island was located so close to a city called Birka, that you could see it's tall wooden walls from the front yard, or that was what Tyra had told her. Magnhild had been stuck in bed ever since she first woke up, which was soon a day ago.

Magnhild had been to Birka once when she and Temple had passed by here years ago. Eight years to be exact. It had only been four months after they had left Berk when they saw Birka for the first time.

Eight years had passed since Magnhild said farewell to her parents and brother. They had only been talking through letters in those years to tell each other that they were alive, or more like Magnhild assured her parents that she was alive and well. And now she was alive, but not well.

Temple was dead because of her. He had gone thru torture because of her. Magnhild herself was a complete wreck because of herself. If she only had fighted harder. If she only had tried to escape more thímes than she did, she may have succeeded and gotten her and Temple out of there in time. They would, no they should be alive and safe right now if only she had fought for a bit longer but she didn't and Temple paid the prize.

Tears started to build in Magnhild's eyes when images of Temple came to her mind. She had gotten her best friend killed. She placed her hands on her face in shame and in guilt of what she had done to him.

She took a deep breath and made her mind go to another dragon. The dragon that had saved her. Disa had said a dragon had brought her here. Memories of feeling the wind, seeing the night sky and hearing wings over her maybe wasn't a dream after all, it was a memory. But what dragon was it? She had heard the sound of a dragon she never thought she would hear there of all places.

The sound of a night fury. And the only night fury she knew was Toothless and he shouldn't be here. Not so far away from Berk, if not something had happened on Berk. It could be Toothless kids, if he had any. He and a light fury had a thing going on eight years ago so that could be a possibility. Magnhild didn't know how grown an eight year old night fury was or a light fury for that matter. Maybe it was a light fury? But why would they be so far away from the hidden world?

Has things really changed that much in eight years?

Magnhild needed to ask what kind of dragon had rescued her and brought her here.

She laid there for another hour, listening to Disa snoring and the night's small noises before closing her eyes and thinking about Berk and how she imagined it looked now eight years later.

Sitting on the ocean floor with water to her shoulders had never been more wonderful for Magnhild. The water was not the coldest she had bathed in nor the warmest, but she didn't complain when she slowly walked into the water and felt her body shiver when she lowered herself down to sand, making the water hug her in a welcome.

Magnhild leaned back making her face and hair wet as well. She ran her hands through her wet hair and was welcomed with tangles in her waist long hair. She needed a comb to sort that mess out.

The sun was high in the sky and the sea before her was endless blue like the sky above her. Behind her was the only forest on the island, making a wall between the small beach and the house.

Tyra had helped Magnhild get out of bed and walk through the woods to the little beach after breakfast so Magnhild could take a bath and get cleaned in the ocean. Tyra had left when she knew Magnhild was okay to be alone for a few minutes so Tyra could take her clothes to get them cleaned.

A cough was heard and Magnhild turned around to the beach. There stood a girl, or a woman because she looked the same age as Magnhild, with shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, heart shaped face, small build and wore clothes like Tyra but in a yellow dress instead of a purple one.

"Hi," she said and waved awkwardly at Magnhild. "I'm Vivian, Tyra's daughter. I got you clothes you can dress into when you're done bathing." She held up a stuffed bag in her hand.

"Thanks." Magnhild thanked with a smile. Vivian smiled back and laid the bag on a rock. "Eh, if it's not much to ask; but I need a comb to sort out this mess." Magnhild gestured to her tangled hair that flooded behind her like a cape.

"Oh, yeah I'll be right back." Vivian answered and disappeared into the woods walking towards the house.

Magnhild shouted a thanks after her before turning back to the endless ocean.

The dark green dress was simple. It didn't have any embroidery or anything that stood out about it. A brown belt and brown arm clothes was the only detail on it. Magnhild has seen far more beautiful dresses, hell she has owned more expensive dresses than this. That was back when she lived in Berk as the chief daughter. She was still Berks chief daughter, but she hadn't been there for eight years and she had only brought one dress from home. A dress, and longed for that matter, she would never see again.

The green dress was a little short for her, it stopped at her ankles but it was good enough for her.

Her hair had been a nightmare to comb out, but after many hairballs and so many hairstands coming out from the brushing, the hair was detangled and now laid damp against her back as she faced away from the sun so her hair could dry fast. She could ask for something to put it up with when she came back to the house.

Footsteps were heard and Magnhild saw Tyra and Disa come out of the shadows of the trees. "Did everything go well?" Tyra asked and stood before her. "I see the dress fits. Well almost, Vivian is shorter than you."

"It went well and yes, the dress is a little short but it's no big deal." Magnhild assured her.

Tyra clasped her hands together and smiled. "Perfect, then we can go back to the house and prepare lunch so it's ready when Vivian and Oddvar come home."

"A man who I still don't like." Disa grunted.

Tyra turned around to her mother and rolled her eyes. "Mother, we talked about this."

"I still think you should have married that man who would give you everything you ever wanted! Instead you run off and marry a shoemaker apprentice, without telling me about it! Two months later you're pregnant and I can no longer beg on my old knees for you to remarry!" Disa yapped and waved her arms around as she spoke.

"Mother. I didn't marry because of his worth, I marry because of love."

"That was what your father said to me." Disa began, "Told me he loved me and what did he do when he got me pregnant? He ran off to my sister and asked for her hand in marriage because our parents favoured her more! She was good and a smart one so she was the one who would inherit everything when our parents died. Love is blind when worth is involved."

"My grandparents loved each other!" Magnhild objected and stood up to defend her grandparents.

Disa raised an eyebrow at her. "Really? Then why did your precious grandfather run to your perfect grandmother when he had barely spoken to her at all! He only knew her because he knew me!"

Magnhild opened her mouth to say that Disa had used the same argument as for a second ago but was interrupted by Tyra.

"Okay, that's enough!" Tyra looked between her mother and Magnhild with a frown before turning to Magnhild, "Magnhild, I have washed your clothes, but unfortunately they aren't whole anymore. I'm not really sure what you've been through before you got here but-"

"Burn them." Magnhild simply said.

Tyra raised her eyebrows at that answer. "Even the fur coat? I can fix it for you, it was a little stained but it just needed a little stitches."

"Fine, not the fur coat but the rest, burn them." She turned her heel and marched towards the house. Tried to get her mind to register the family information she had given about her mother's side.

Her grandfather was the father of both Astrid and Tyra? So they were half sisters? But at the same time cousins? Magnhild shaked her head and continued to walk the path between rocks and trees to the wooden house.

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Magnhild went back to the beach and sat down on the same rock as when she dried her hair after lunch.

She had met Vivian again and they had a proper introduction this time. She was two years younger than Magnhild and had lived in Birka with her father while Magnhild had been here the last 5 days. Apparently Disa lived on her own and Tyra, her husband and Vivian lived in Birka in their own house.

Tyra's husband, Oddvar had a heart shaped face, a muscular body, long blonde hair and beard. His eyes were blue and had a smile that Vivian totally had inherited; a bride and a gentle smile. But Magnhild still felt uneasy to be in presences of a man after what had happen to her because of a man (men), but Magnhild couldn't tell him to go out of her sight nor could she walk out of the house to get away from him without them asking why she couldn't sit with them. So Magnhild had stayed and told herself that she was safe, even if she wanted to get out of there.

Now Magnhild was alone on the beach and away from everyone. She held her mother's fur coat in her lap, the fur coat she had been given eight years ago and had worn ever since, well not when it was too hot for her to wear it she had been to those countries too that was so warm she thought she would faint from the heat. She had been around fire's all her life, but not the extreme heat of the sun for days. No, she was glad she was in the weather she grew up in.

The sound of a dragon made Magnhild look up into the sky. She had heard that sound before. Was it when she watched that city burn or… the dragon sound was heard again and Magnhild's eyes widened at the sight of a light fury flying towards her.

"What a-" was all she could say before the dragon landed before her and started checking her out. It's light blue eyes went from Magnhild's face to her feet and Magnhild could only stare at the dragon.

How was a light fury this far out? Why was- Magnhild narrowed her eyes and really looked at the dragon. She had seen this dragon years ago. In the hidden world, two times.

"You." Magnhild said and pointed at the dragon. "You're the light fury that came to me when… everyone wanted to leave and then again when… two years later we came back." She tried to remember those times with this dragon.

The light fury jumped, making sand fly everywhere around her. "Stop!" Magnhild said and blocked the sand from flying in her face. "Yes, I know you."

The dragon smiled, making Magnhild smile brighter than she had in two months. She placed the fur coat on the rock and took two steps towards the dragon. "So you're the one who saved me back there if I had to guess."

"Yes, she did." Tyra answered.

Magnhild turned around at the sudden sound of a voice. The light fury put her head under Magnhild's arm and she happily stroked it's head.

"That dragon came here carrying you. Mother wasn't happy to have a dragon in her yard but I had to help you. The dragon insisted and I couldn't just let you die."

Magnhild nodded. "Thank you, for everything you've done for me. It can't be easy to let a stranger in your house."

Tyra waved her hand and shook her head. "No problem. I can't just let people die just because they are strangers. As long as they haven't treated my family or anyone else, I'm ready to help. And it seems like we aren't that much of strangers."

"No, I guess we aren't."

Tyra saw the fur coat lying on the rock and picked it up."Why didn't you want to burn this?" Magnhild followed her eyes. "I mean, it is a nice piece of a fur coat and that's why I asked you if you wanted this to be burnt as well. So why?"

"It's my mother's." Magnhild simply said and walked back to the rock. Tyra gave the fur coat to Magnhild and they both sat down on the rock. "It's the last thing I was given before I left Berk."

Tyra pressed her lips together before asking; "How is Berk? My mother barely speaks about that place, but I thought Berk fought dragons until it was told they had brought peace between them. My mother thought it was a rumor at first but more and more stories were told and I guess we know the truth now." she gestured to the light fury, who now playfully ran around in the sand.

Magnhild chuckled at the sight and at what Tyra just told her. "Yes, the rumors are true. Berk fought dragons until my father at age 15 ended the 300 year old war and brought peace to dragons and humans. Berk is now home to both dragons and Berkians with Hiccup Haddock and the alpha dragon Toothless as their leaders. If not, Toothless had left Berk for some reason and my father had given the crown to my brother." she shrugged at the last part. Magnhild had no idea how Berk had changed in the eight years she had been gone. Hell it may even burnt down. How could she know?

Tyra saw Magnhilds face lower in sadness, so she changed the subject. Thinking that there had to be a big reason for her to leave Berk. "You have a brother?"

"Yes," Magnhild began and Tyra could see the light come back to her face, "and a sister who's a queen... and," The light started to disappear on Magnhild's face and Tyra felt bad for asking, "I have a second brother, well he's the oldest of us four but he's dead."

"I'm sorry." Tyra apologized. Magnhild looked down at her lap with slump shoulders. "Can I ask… what happened?" Tyra asked carefully.

Magnhild looked up but didn't look at her. Her eyes were locked on the sea. "A war took him. Well actually the war had ended but... yeah. He died by saving our second brother." Magnhild didn't feel like crying. She had come over to shed tears when talking about Stoick. Years of taking her mind to other things in life and talking about it to people she started friendships with in her trips to different places. It still hurts. She still missed him but it wasn't sadness that needed tears now.

Tyra folded her hands in her lap, feeling like she made it worse for Magnhild. "What island is your sister queen of?" Tyra asked and hoped that she wasn't dead.

Magnhild turned to Tyra with a small smile. "She's queen of Barvik."

"Oh, Barvik I've heard of." Magnhild raised an eyebrow at that. "They say it's a wealthy tribe. I never imagined my niece to be queen of it. If I can say that."

Magnhild snorted. "This family has become weird enough that it wouldn't surprise me if we're related to a god or something."

Tyra laughed. "I guess."

Silence came over them. Magnhild still held the fur coat in her lap while the light fury had laid on her back in the sand and purred at the warmth of the sun.

"And you?" Tyra questioned Magnhild. "Have you ever wanted to be a... queen?"

"Oh, no." She snorted. "I'm not a leader and I don't want to stay in one place forever. I'm a... traveler."

"Not a... dragon… traveler?" She asked and gestured to the light fury laying on the grass a few meters before them.

Magnhild looked at the light fury and bit her lip."Yeah, a dragon rider or rider traveler? Or dragon rider traveler?"

Tyra giggled. "Something like that."