Ugh, I didn't want to disappoint everyone like this.

Truth is, I've lost my passion for How To Train Your Dragon in recent months - this is why I haven't updated it in a while (3 months holy duckf***ing f***truck)

Part of chapter four is done though, but it's unfinished and un-refined. And I'm sorry, but I doubt I'll ever find the motivation to finish it in a while, maybe until the next season of Race to the Edge, but i dont know when that is.

In the meantime, however, I have been working on things that I've become more interested in at this point, which can all be found by following this link:
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This isn't fanfiction, but my own creations.

(I hope that works, let me know if it doesn't.)

I'm going to make this offer though, If anyone wants to take it upon themselves to finish or continue this story, post a reply on this 'chapter', or PM me. I will select someone at random from any offers on New Year's eve. Where you take it is your choice, but be aware that I make this request: take others' opinions on it into advisement when deciding on what will happen. When you finish a chapter, pm it to me and I'll add it on as soon as possible, or proof read it if you so desire.

Anyway, Again - I'm sorry. But I feel that I at least owe it to you all to show you the current state of chapter four.

Owww...

Hiccup's mind throbbed. He felt sick and his ears rang. His body was stiff and his hands were clammy. He groaned in pain as he brought a hand to his face, massaging his forehead and temples. Eventually, he managed to open his eyes.

And immediately regretted it.

The light seemed to scorch his eyes, as if someone was reflecting the sun right into them simultaneously. He immediately shut them again. The only comfort he could sense that didn't result in agony was a warm presence at his side, and the gentle tickle of something soft on his cheek. He heard a loud snoring that pierced his ears before remembering last night.

Oh, great... So this is what a hangover is like.

He'd heard stories from the other Vikings on the horrors of a hangover. And how sound and light seemed almost unbearable even if it wasn't very loud. He only very slightly opened his eye and looked to his right. He saw the beautiful shape of his girlfriend's face as she was curled up against him, asleep. This was a sight that he didn't actually mind being burnt into his retinas. He smiled, despite his pain, and placed his hand on her head, gently stroking her hair. Her eyes were closed, - obviously - and her small lips were curled downwards in a frown. He figured she'd been dreaming about something. And something inside his now fragile mind knew what it might have been about. If only he could have done something more. Something that would let her stop fretting about it. More than holding her and saying everything would be okay, that everything was alright.

But alas, everything was not alright. This wasn't a scar that would heal easily. Hiccup knew what it was like to grow up and live knowing that there was someone that should be there, should be important, that wasn't. There was a hole in Hiccup's family that he had to put up with. And now Astrid's family had one too.

Through his nauseous haze, he saw tears start to form in Astrid's closed eyes. Considering who she was, she'd been doing this way too much in the past few days. He shook her gently, in an attempt to wake her from her bad dream.

"Mh... Wha?" She moaned softly. Her eyes flickered open to reveal the beautiful blue crystals that he'd come to love.

"Good morning." He croaked. He was suddenly very thirsty. Then, out of nowhere, Astrid shifted up towards him and planted a firm and meaningful kiss on his lips. His aching mind soothed, at least for now. His heart was caught in his throat as their lips moved in sync. When Astrid finally pulled away, he was left, bewildered and wondering why she'd been so spontaneous. Not to say that he wasn't thrilled, of course. A grin seemed to force its way onto his face.

"What was that for?" He said, surprised. Astrid blushed and looked away. She mumbled something but it was illegible to Hiccup's now over-sensitive ears.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He pressed, confused. Astrid sighed.

"I suppose there isn't any point trying." She stated before continuing. "Last night you were very, very drunk. You were asleep, but then you woke up." She looked into his eyes.

"You said I was your valkyrie." She put it bluntly. Hiccup felt his blood turn to ice. He'd thought that was a dream, the way the world blurred around her Goddess-like form, her soft blue gaze connecting with his own. Her golden hair gleaming in the orange light of a fire as it rest on her petite shoulders. Her soft, warm smile spreading warmth into him. He'd had to touch her to make sure she was real. When he felt her soft skin, he'd been certain that it was all a dream.

"I-I did? - I mean, yeah... I suppose-It must have, uhh... Sounded really, heh, cheesy..." Astrid laughed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and blushed furiously.

"Hiccup, I have to know though. What you said, was it just you being drunk? Or do you really..." She seemed to struggle to put it into words. Hiccup hadn't thought that she would need such reassurance on this sort of thing; she was always so sure of herself and straight to the point about things.

He scanned her face, looking for any hint that him saying yes would result in physical harm. She looked serious, and a little sad or anxious. He concluded that this Astrid would only hit him if he genuinely offended her.

He hoped,anyway.

Drunk or dream, that had felt so real, so vivid. Hiccup mentally slapped himself for only realising how perfect Astrid was when he was half asleep and drunk. She saw that same Goddess in Astrid now, even tired and ruffled. He knew what valkyries were - they chose who would die in battle. But, from what Hiccup had heard, they had always been referred to as 'beautiful, warrior-like angels'. Which pretty much described Astrid. She was still anxiously looking at him, seeming to get frustrated as he hesitated.

"Yes." He replied. Astrid recoiled, looking hurt, which confused him.

"Wh-what? Oh..." She started to crawl off of him and looked away. Hiccup panicked slightly.

"Astrid? Where are you going?" She must have heard the confusion in his voice, because she turned back around.

"Wait, did you mean 'yes' to only saying it because you were drunk?"

"What? No! I meant that- I really meant what I said!" He said, hurriedly. Relief spread across Astrid's face and she punched his arm, hard.

"O-oww..." The pain that wouldn't normally bother him much was amplified by his hangover. Astrid tilted her head for a minute before seeming to jump at a realisation. She got up and walked over to a chest, revealing her bare legs, not covered by any skirt. Which didn't make sense - she was wearing the rest of her armour. He blushed at the sight before looking away.

"U-um, Astrid? Why are you not wearing your - uh.." He felt himself grow warm in... more than one place, shifting uncomfortably in his bed. Astrid scowled over her shoulder.

"You shouldn't be looking, you pervert!" She chided. Hiccup grinned amusement.

"Hey, coming from the one who watched me get completely undressed and then switch clothes! Besides, I only caught a glimpse!" He retorted, throat dry and hoarse.

He was cut off when an unexpected piece of clothing covered his face.

"I have no shame in that." Astrid stated, putting her hands on her hips. She smirked before taking a pair of Hiccup's spare leggings. He'd made sure to make multiple, just in case something happened to one of them.

Without asking him, she slipped them on. He tilted his head.

"Yep, keeping them!" She asserted, grinning.

"Well then you've got to steal the tunic too otherwise it looks kind of odd." He said, sarcastically. Astrid either didn't pick up the sarcasm, or didn't care, as she grinned and looked back in the chest and picked out one of his leather tunics, flight suit and all. Hiccup took the liberty of looking away before getting too excited.

"How do I look?"

After a little while, Hiccup looked back. Astrid's form seemed to fit in his suit perfectly, despite it being designed with only him in mind. He actually thought she looked okay in it. Sure, it would have suited his hair and eye colour more, but He could easily do something about the colour scheme.

It was now that he realised that Astrid had managed to get away with theft - except it wasn't really theft, technically.

"You almost look as awesome as I do in that." He grinned. Astrid huffed, but her face gave away her delight.

"Right, now we need to do something about that hangover. You look like you just tried to take on a dragon bare handed." She stated. Hiccup would have tilted his head, but that would only have meant more pain.

"What do you mean? I do that all the time! Just ask Toothless." At the mention of his name, the black dragon perked his head up. He recognised Astrid wearing one of his human's suits. He made a grumbling sound that resembled a laugh. Astrid put her hands on her hips and scowled at the dragon playfully.

"Yeah... I'll get around to re-colouring that at some point. Maybe after I'm done with feeling like death. That is, if you want to be able to glide like I can."

"Woah-woah-woah, I'd rather not be jumping off Stormfly and rely on thin sheets of leather any time soon, thank you very much!"

"Your loss, then... I'm gonna go back to sleep. My head is killing me!" Hiccup said. Then, with a devilish smirk, he added. "See you later, valkyrie." Astrid blushed.

"Damn it, Hiccup." She muttered. Although she was smiling. It didn't take him long to slip into the dark blur of sleep.

[ASTRID POV]

Astrid peered out of Hiccup's slightly open door. Bright sunlight immediately hit her face at full force. The air felt slightly damp on her features, possibly signalling earlier rain. She scanned the wooden gangplanks for any sign of pranksters out to catch her off guard, and in Hiccup's clothes; no doubt to taunt her relentlessly. She could deal with all of that, but that doesn't mean she'd want to hear their comments. She slowly placed her foot on the cold, damp wood outside and crept over to the edge of the pathway. She let out a puff of relief as she saw them in much the same positions as they were last night. Tuffnut was still passed out over Snotlout. Ruffnut sat on the same log, although she looked much drier than the others and was actually awake. Fishlegs was at the cooking spit. Satisfied, Astrid turned and broke into a light jog towards her hut. It was the closest one to Hiccup's, Astrid had chosen that spot without really thinking about it - her hut focused on being functional. Although, now that she thought of it, having it so close to Hiccup's would be quite convenient. Despite her saying that she didn't care much about aesthetics in her room, Hiccup had still insisted that he could help make it look cool, but retain its functionality.

It did look cool, she admitted.

She heard a familiar squawking noise behind her. Turning around, she saw Stormfly approaching her - presumably straight from the stables.

"Hey, Stormy!" She greeted, rubbing the dragon's nose. It made a clicking sound from the back of its throat as a happy gesture.

"You hungry?" Another excited squawk. The dragon seemed to notice her strange clothing choice, inspecting her with its eye and letting out strange, somewhat judgmental chirps.

"Hey! I lost my skirt, okay?" She huffed, jokingly. She hopped onto the bird-like dragon and they glided down to the clearing below. By now, Fishlegs was happily munching on his fish. Astrid sighed inwardly at the options of food. It was always fish these days, seeing as they were right next to the ocean. Fishlegs looked up at the sound of her arrival, and immediately froze, eyes wide. The look was kind of creeping her out. He didn't say anything; most likely in fear of being injured. Instead, he motioned to a plate not far from her. Not feeling like eating another morsel of sea food, she decided to give it to Hiccup; He'd want it more than she did. She then heated up some water and placed some in a mug before heading back to his hut, not before thanking Fishlegs.

The boy was still asleep. She quietly walked in, careful not to disturb him quite yet. She put down the plate on a desk and rummaged through some drawers. Her fingers found a small pouch. Opening it, she saw that it contained a bundle of strange leaves. She put some in the mug of hot water and used a stick that was laid beside the pouch to crush and stir them into the water. After a short time, the water turned into a brown colour. It was a shame that they didn't have any milk on the island. As she stirred it with a wooden spoon to make sure it was fully mixed, her thoughts snapped to her Auntie. She remembered how Freja used to always make tea for her when she got home from a hard day of training. Her hand that stirred the tea stopped, and she found herself trapped in a hole of despair. Tears made their way down her face and her grip on the mug failed her. It dropped to the floor, spilling out onto the planks. She didn't register it; all she could think about was how she would never see her Aunt again as long as she lived. She couldn't bear to think that the woman who was always so joyful would never be able to see how happy she was with Hiccup, never be there to listen to stories of her adventures with the others. She choked on her sadness and fell into a sitting position, with her knees tucked to her face and her arms around them. She cried into her knees.

Yeah, definitely 3 months worth of work right there, go me! [sarcasm]

Bear in mind this isn't likely to be a permanent 'goodbye' as I might come back at some point. But until then, thank you guys for everything; all of the reviews, the likes/favourites and the support!