"This is Berk. Dense forests covering most of the island, full of a green lush when not covered in snow, and sharp cliffs; something you would hate to fall into if you don't pay attention to your surroundings, believe me. Found that the hard way once. I learned to be more cautious of my surroundings after that. This is my home. Strong, sturdy, the greatest stronghold built to protect us from the dragons that raid us.
My name's Hiccup. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, heir of Berk. For a ten-year-old, it sounds terrible, I know, but my father said that the Hiccups before me were great men and that I'd continue on the legacy of greats when the time comes. To be honest, it made me feel better, but nothing ever felt better than having my two best friends by my side. Astrid and Heather Hofferson. The three of us are inseparable. We spend most of our days hunting and training to be the next best set of warriors Berk will need. Much like today."
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A summer breeze galloped through the thickened forest of Berk. It was one of those rare months of the year where the island wasn't coated in snow and ice. The lucky time of the year where Vikings could enjoy the short limit of greens instead of all that cold and barian look. One of the few moments the children of the village take advantage to explore the island around them.
The sound of fallen branches and leaves snap and crunch under the weight of footsteps scattering along a deepen section of Raven Point. A set of footsteps draw nearer when three ten-year-olds jump over a fallen pine tree.
A wisp of blond hair was the first to hop over the large fallen tree, young Astrid Hofferson in the lead, followed by the young heir, Hiccup Haddock, and Astrid's adopted sister, Heather Hofferson. The three young friends cleared the large, thicken and fallen tree; moving along the thick foliage as the children swing their individual daggers at nearby trees or brush in their path. Shouting out imaginative killings of dragon species.
Hiccup slices his dagger into the bark of a pine tree.
"I got the Nadder," the boy shouted.
He looks behind him to watch the sisters both swing their dagger's blades at a branch each, tree leaves falling from the impact as they turn back to look at the boy.
"And we got the Zippleback," the girls shouted and giggled in return.
Hiccup's smile stretched further at seeing his two favorite people, other than their parents, and never felt so relaxed and happy until he's around these two. It was one of his favorite activities to look forward to during the day when he isn't asked to show up at Gobber's shop to assist in blacksmithing.
"Come on, Hiccup," called Astrid, "Keep your head in the game."
Hiccup shook out of his thoughts as he watched the girls laugh and runoff, shouting at him to follow before he got caught by a dragon. The boy laughed in return and sprinted through the pathways after his friends, slicing at foliage that crossed his path.
Catching up with Astrid and Heather, the three young Vikings continued running through the forest playing until they come upon a section of trees; the clearing opening wider when the children stumble upon the boundaries of the village. They take in the surrounding area and notice that they arrived near Silent Sven's property. Watching the sheep grazing through the field, the three children sprint through the tall grass of the cliff towards the grazing sheep. Splitting apart, the children run through the herds of sheep towards the inner section of the village; running their hands through the soft wool as they passed the animals.
Reaching the village, Hiccup, Astrid, and Heather run through the center of the village and pass the Great Hall, continuing towards the other side of the town and approach a section of homes. Coming near a particular set of homes, the three children run behind the houses and near the boundaries of the forest. Their giggling still echoing through the air when they were brought to attention by their names being called from the side of them.
The children looked over to find Hilda Hofferson standing at the entrance of the back door facing them with a bright smile. Astrid and Heather's father, Trygve Hofferson coming behind his wife as he looks over the children and offers them a smile too.
The Hofferson's was always a second home for Hiccup. Other than his father, he looked up to Trygve as a second father figure. Having a father as chief always resolved of him being busy, running the village, solving issues for villagers, and a lot of traveling to other islands and chief meetings, it was nice having that second father to fall to when needed. Plus, to top it off, Trygve and Hilda Hofferson is one of the few strongest warriors on Berk, alongside his father.
The Hofferson's and Haddock's were closest of friends, practically family. The two families always took care of one another, though it made sense when Stoick, Trygve, and Hilda grew up together. Some friendships never died.
"Alright young ones," said Trygve, "I think it's time to head in. It's lunchtime 'nd I'm sure yer father would like to see you join him, Hiccup." Mr. Hofferson gave the young boy a prideful smile, his cool grey eyes full of warmth at the young heir.
The father looks down at his daughters, "Say goodbye to Hiccup, girls. Your mother made yer favorite."
He watched his daughters perk up as they turned to say their goodbyes.
Heather was the first to move. She ran over to Hiccup and threw her arms over the boy and hugged him. The heir returning her hug just as fiercely.
Letting go, Heather rushes off towards her parents, turning back at Hiccup before disappearing through the back door. "See you later, brother!"
"Bye, Heather!" Hiccup shouted back as the raven-haired girl disappeared into the home.
The sound of shuffling came from beside him as Hiccup turned to see Astrid standing nervously. Her hands behind her back, her head turned slightly away, a blush coating her cheeks. Seeing her posture and cuteness of his friend, Hiccup glanced away bashfully with a blush of his own.
They may be young but for Hiccup and Astrid, there was always a special pull between them. By the back door, Trygve and Hilda glance at each other with knowing smirks as they watched their headstrong daughter and the adventurous heir of Berk.
Before Hiccup could prepare, he felt his body sway and lean when a body rushed him. Out of instinct, he wrapped his arms around the body, that he knew belonged to Astrid. The warmth felt natural but also that it felt it belonged there. Though nothing was warmer than feeling the pressure of Astrid's lips against his cheek. The tingle that came from the contact was new in a good way.
Feeling the pressure disappear, Astrid pushed herself away to look at Hiccup, their blushes deepening as they stared into each other's eyes. Letting go, Astrid stepped away, clearing her throat and gave her friend a small wave.
"Bye, Hiccup." Astrid gave Hiccup a shy smile and ran off into her home, disappearing through the back door.
Reaching up, Hiccup placed his fingers on his cheek where Astrid pressed her lips. A lovesick smile glossed across his lips as he took in the feeling of where her lips once were.
He started having feelings for Astrid about a year ago but wasn't sure if she would ever harbor feelings for him. They were growing closer but he couldn't be sure. Seeing how she retreated tonight after giving him a kiss showed that he somehow managed to get one of the most amazing girls to like him more than friends.
The boy heard two forms of chuckling and looked over to find Mr. and Mrs. Hofferson looking at him with knowing smiles.
Feeling embarrassed, his blush deepening, Hiccup waved as he stumbled backward.
"S-see you later, Mr. and Mrs. H-hofferson." Giving a nervous chuckle, Hiccup spun around and ran off towards the Great Hall where he was sure his father would be waiting for lunch.
Watching the boy slowly disappear toward the village, Trygve wrapped his arm around his wife's waist, pulling her close. "He's a good kid. Worthy if I do say so."
Hilda looked up at her husband, her cheek brushing against his short copper beard. "Reminds me of us when we were 'bout that age."
Trygve chuckled as he placed a kiss against Hilda's bright blonde hair. The couple turned and entered their home to start lunch with their daughters before heading back to work.
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Stoick was sitting on a thick wooden stool, stirring ingredients shimmering in an iron pot that he had hung on a hook over their center fire pit. He'll agree he's not the best of cooks, won't argue that his son obtained the skills of cookery, but when given the chance, he liked to take a moment and prepare a stew for himself and Hiccup. If there's one thing that he knew how to cook it was a stew. Well, sometimes.
However, when it came to a special yak stew that his father and his father before him learned, Stoick knew how to make the Haddock yak stew that he was surprised his son enjoyed. He made a note to himself to find a day to teach Hiccup the special Haddock yak stew, but for now, he'll keep the secret to have at least one thing he knew how to cook.
The chief continued to stir the contents of the pot when he heard the front door open. The bolts screeching upon movement and hearing the latch click when the wooden door closed.
A smile spread across the Stoick's face, "Hello, son."
He saw his little boy walk to the other side of the living space, cross to the dinner table and take a seat. Finding the stew cooked well enough, the father grabbed two wooden bowls and filled them with stew. Grabbing two wooden spoons, Stoick sat across from his son and passed the boy his bowl and spoon.
Hiccup excitingly picked up his spoon with his left hand and eagerly took his first bite, gleaming when he figured out it was his father's yak stew. Stoick chuckled at his son's playful excitement for the lunch of choice and began eating his stew as well. While they ate, the man asked his son about his morning.
"How'd yer mornin' go, Hiccup? Do anything adventurous and exciting?"
Stoick listened with glee and pride as Hiccup described his morning with Astrid and Heather. He enjoyed listening to his son's imaginative mind and adventurous spirit. True, his son has always had this difference within him, but with that difference, the father could see the brightness in that young mind. Intelligence that he won't deny that not even he could come close to that of Hiccup. The more he watched his son grow the more it swelled up in his mind that his son would become the greatest chief yet to Berk.
True, being different isn't a popular opinion amongst the Vikings, but for his son, Hiccup, he sought it as pride. Mainly, pride in how much he knew how his late wife would be proud of the Viking that their son was becoming.
"And then I killed a Deadly Nadder while Astrid and Heather killed the Zippleback. You would have been proud of how I swung the dagger, dad. One day I'll be as good as you."
Stoick chuckled and beamed, "I'm positive you will, my boy. What else happened?"
It was at this point that Hiccup's shift in behavior didn't go unnoticed by Stoick. He watched with curiosity and fatherly pride as he saw his son's smile turn into one of affection. There was a moment he had a suspicion who this affection belonged to, but he had to wait and hear it for himself. Though watching his son fall under a lovesick daze was one of amusement for Stoick.
"Hiccup? Care to share?" Stoick called out to his son to bring back into the conversation.
Hiccup bit his lower lip before the giddiness got the better of him and told his father.
"Astrid kissed me." The smile on his lips grew as the memory replayed in his mind. The light in his son's eyes brightened. "I never thought she'd like me back, but she does. Astrid likes me back."
"Ye care fer her?" His father asked the boy. Taking the moment to gather any form of information.
"Yea," he responded breathlessly, "yea, I really do. She makes me happy."
His son may be young to know true love between partners, but what better way to form a possible good union than with two people who are already close. Love does blossom in mysterious ways. Plus, Stoick isn't one to go against what might be a sign from the gods when prospects of good fortune are there in front of you.
Hiccup rested his head against his right palm as he took another bite of his stew, falling back to his love-filled mind. For Stoick, an idea began formulating in his head. A plan to visit his friends once he thought all this through.
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It had been a few days since his son, Hiccup had talked about his feelings for Astrid and her actions of kissing him. After much thought about the situation, Stoick felt confident that the union between the two will set the safety of the future for Berk. The decision being finalized after watching his son and the Hofferson girls running around the past few days. Taking in the definite obviousness of Hiccup and Astrid's attraction to one another.
Putting on his last boot, Stoick remained on his bed and reached for a pendant on a necklace. Rubbing his thumb across the engravings, he stared lovingly as memories from the significance of this jewelry flowed through his head. He smiled at the pendant as a stray tear fell down his cheek and disappeared in his beard.
"Ye'd be proud of our boy, Val. Ye'd love Astrid too. I wish you could be 'ere to watch their union shine."
He placed a kiss on the pendant and slid it back under his shirt and stood up to exit his bedroom.
Heading into the main living space, Stoick grabbed his helmet before heading out the front door. Walking down the dirt path leading into the heart of the village, Stoick was thankful that it was Thor's Day. That meant Hiccup was busily apprenticing with Gobber while Astrid and Heather were around the village attending chores. The perfect opportunity to have privacy with Trygve and Hilda from their children.
Arriving at the front door of the Hofferson home, the chief knocked and stood patiently for his closest friends. Hearing the footsteps approaching, the large man was greeted by Trygve. The other man grinning in delight at the presence of seeing his childhood friend.
"Stoick!" Shouted Trygve as he greeted his old friend. Both men gripping the other's forearm in a friendly handshake before switching into a one-arm hug. After a few seconds of a greeting, they pushed away from each other, both men smiling. "What do I have the pleasure of 'aving my friend visit?"
Trygve ushered Stoick inside the home, closing the door behind them as he walked his friend to the large table near the kitchen. Both men took a seat across from each other when his wife greeted the chief.
"Oh, good mornin' Stoick. How's your morning been?" Hilda greeted from the kitchen, rolling out dough.
"Morning, Hilda. I hope I ain't botherin the two of you," replied Stoick.
"Oh gods, no. You're always welcomed here. Just preppin' lunch fer the girls when they return fer a break from their chores."
"And I bet it'll be delicious coming from you. Don't think I don't know yer cooking. I know where my boy learned it."
The three adults chuckled enjoying the quick ease into conversations. It was always easy talking amongst each other. Has been since they were young lads and lasses.
"Though before we get off course of random discussions, there is a reasonin of my visit 'ere." Spoke Stoick.
He watched as one of Trygve's brows raised, giving his friend a questioning look while Hilda continued to cook in the kitchen.
"I wanted to bring up about Hiccup and Astrid's closeness I guess we can say. My son told me that Astrid kissed him a few days ago, brought him to smiles and lovin dazes." They chuckled. "And I couldn't be prouder to 'ave watched the two of 'em the past few days interacting with one another."
"Aye," spoke Trygve. "We've wondered fer a while about Astrid's feelings fer young Hiccup. After her giving him a kiss on that cheek of his it confirmed our thoughts. She really loves him, Stoick."
"She'd do anything to protect your boy as I know Hiccup would do the same for her," added Hilda.
"Aye, I agree," Came Stoick, "T'was my reasonin of visiting. I know they are still young, but I wanted to offer the proposition of making a union between the two."
Hilda halted in her movements as she and Trygve looked at Stoick in surprise. Truth be told, the two believed that Hiccup and Astrid were destined to be together, knowing when the time would come that a marriage contract would be discussed. Hearing of a uniting the two now was something they weren't expecting.
"I know, they're still young," continued Stoick. "But knowing how well they work together, how well they communicate fer only being ten, I've never seen two people perfectly matched. Yes, they may not understand true love yet, I have no doubt that those two won't stop blossoming into a strong couple. I'm sure ye see it too, 'nd I thought, why not seel it now in case any unexpecting events pop up in the future. Hiccup will become an amazing chief I know it. And Astrid has so much strength 'nd grace that she would make a fantastic chieftess that I know would stand by Hiccup's side."
Stoick watched as Trygve and Hilda looked at each other, sharing a speechless conversation as smiles spread across their lips.
"I say why not," spoke Trygve. "I don't think anything could separate those two if anyone tried. I assume you've planned this out?" He gave his friend a smirk.
Stoick gave a smirk in return and gave a nod, "I did. I figured we could settle on the bride price 'nd everything else you see fit fer the contract. I propose we write in that they will not marry until they turn eighteen. They'll just be betrothed until then. Once we've agreed, I thought we all could 'ave dinner together tomorrow 'nd bring it up to the two of them and sign the contract then."
"I see no trouble with that." Trygve looked over at his wife. "Hilda, love, would ya be alright with tomorrow night?"
Hilda gave her husband a nod and smile, "I'm perfectly fine with that."
"Then it's settled." He looked back at Stoick. "Shall we start creatin' the contract then?"
"Aye, lets."
The following night, Stoick and Hiccup headed over to the Hofferson home for dinner. Once entering the home, the father and son could smell the aroma of yak chops and roasted chicken with sides of vegetables. For father and son, they could feel the grumbling of their stomachs. Hilda Hofferson had an act for cooking and if you ended up drooling from the simple aromas of the food, you knew you were in for a good meal.
Hilda guided the two guests to the dinner table where dinner was set and the Hofferson family waited. Stoick took the end of the table, sitting across from Trygve on the other side. Both fathers giving each other a knowing smile. Hiccup was set sitting with Astrid while Heather sat with their mother.
Heather looked at her mother, "You said this dinner was for a special occasion. What's going on?"
Hilda smiled as she began serving food to everyone.
"Don't yer worry yet dear. It'll be explained after we eat. Let's enjoy sitting together as a family until then."
After the mother filled everyone's plate with one of each item, the two families sat together in comfort and simple conversations.
"This is really good, Mrs. Hofferson," Hiccup complemented, stuffing another bite of yak into his mouth.
Hilda chuckled as she served her husband and Stoick another helping of food.
"Thank you, Hiccup. If you'd like I don't mind showing ye how to make it." She winked at the boy, watching with a smile as the boy perked up with excitement. "Gods know how long I've been tryin' to teach Astrid to cook but she's too much of my lil warrior to stand still."
"Hey!" barked Astrid, followed by a laugh from Heather and Hiccup.
"That's okay, Mrs. Hofferson. I'll cook for Astrid." Hiccup gave Astrid a wink and smile, showing the little gaps of his front teeth. He watched with satisfaction as a blush coated Astrid's cheeks and causing the rest of the group to chuckle at the display.
From there the conversations continued. Topics of one another's day and schedules, chores, blacksmith duties, and even chiefly duties from Stoick.
As the food disappeared and stomachs full, Heather and Astrid helped their mother clear off the dinner table. Hiccup sneaking in his help even after being told by Mrs. Hofferson that he didn't have to assist, but appreciative nonetheless.
Once the table was cleared both families were back sitting together at the dinner table. Not one to typically beat around the bush, Stoick took the opportunity to speak.
"Alright. As I'm sure you kids are curious, this dinner was indeed fer a special occasion, as I'm sure you are already aware." The parents watched as their children were perked with interest and listened to Stoick respectfully. "We have gathered 'ere tonight to announce" -he looks at Hiccup and Astrid- "a union between the two households. A marriage between the two of you." Hiccup and Astrid gasped from Stoick's words. "We know you both are still young, but you will be betrothed until yer two reach eighteen to marry."
Astrid and Hiccup sat there stunned silent as both listened and took in the information. Picking up from where Stoick left off, Trygve spoke next.
"Astrid?" His daughter looked at her father, "Can ye see yourself loving and living happily with Hiccup?"
Astrid took in the calm and sincerity of her father's words. There was no sense of pressure coming from him which helped ease her comfort. To hear that they wanted to arrange a marriage between her and Hiccup, it felt surreal. She cared for her loveable dork, the adventurous heir. Replaying her father's words, could she see herself being happy with Hiccup? The laughter and happiness she feels when around him; yes, she honestly believes she could be very happy being with him.
A small shy smile crossed her lips, her cheeks taking on a slightly pinkish hue, softly stating, "Yes. I really do."
A smile spread on Trygve, Hilda, and Stoick's face. The chief then turned his attention to his son.
"Hiccup?"
His son turned and looked at his father, a pinkish hue coating his cheeks as well, most liking from Astrid's confession. His son's green eyes stared in silence and patience at his father, waiting for him to continue.
"The same question goes to you as well. Can ye see yourself loving and living happily with Astrid?"
The boy looked back at the girl who held his affections. Did he really have to stop and think if he'd be able to love and live happily with Astrid? Of course not. He may be ten, but this ten-year-old knew he could be happy with one of the future's strongest warriors. The stubborn and sassy friend who would be there by your side in a heartbeat. Yes, he can see himself happy with her.
"Yes, absolutely."
The parents' glowed with pride and joy in hearing the responses of the two. Stoick reached into the small sack he brought with him and pulled out a scroll with the written contract that he and Trygve wrote up yesterday. Following, Stoick pulled out a large pouch, the sound of coins clinging from within.
"Stoick?" Spoke Trygve, "That looks more than what we agreed on for the bride price."
"I know. Call it a gift fer the two of you standing beside me through everything. But most importantly, being there fer my son. I can't begin to tell how much I appreciate all that yer family has done fer the two of us." He placed the pouch of coins containing the bride price and more.
"Stubborn as always," replied Trygve.
Knowing it was useless to attempt to give some of that money back, Trygve shook hands with his friend. Both fathers signing the contract.
"So...does that mean Hiccup is gonna be my brother?" Asked Heather.
"In a way, yes," Her mother responded with a smile.
Heather raised her hands up in excitement and eyes gleaming with joy as she shouted, "Yes!"
The rest of the evening, the two families celebrated the union with one of Mrs. Hoffereson's desserts. Hiccup and Astrid holding hands as they glanced at each other during dessert, both feeling a little overwhelmed but majorly thrilled to know that they'll be together. They'll have a few years to learn further about one another. And in their minds, that's something they're looking forward to learning.
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The following day, it was late morning as villagers were about tending to their duties and chores. The weather was still fair with the sun visible and shining down on Berk. Though it was becoming noticeable that the evenings and night were growing colder. The anticipation of the snowy weather approaching was soon acknowledged when Bucket mentioned that snow would be approaching earlier in the month. Pushing priorities for storing provisions in case of an emergency.
As a large number of villagers were gathered around the center of the village, Stoick shouted for those in the vicinity to gather in the Great Hall for an announcement. For anyone not around to hear, the chief asked for others to gather those out and about elsewhere on the island to bring them towards the Hall.
Waiting for the clan to gather in the Hall, Stoick gathered the Hofferson's to stand by the side near the front, Hiccup standing beside them on the side talking between Astrid and Heather.
Moving to the center of the enormous room, he took a look around the room filled with his people. They may not be crowded but his clan was one of the larger ones among the archipelago. Clapping his hands he shouted for his people's attention, everyone quieting down as all turned to look at their chief.
"My fellow Vikings," Stoick began, "I'd like to thank all of you fer gatherin 'ere this late morning as I have some exciting news." He turned to his right side where Hiccup and the Hofferson's stood. He waved for his son to come forward and up the steps.
Hiccup moved from the side and Stoick moved his son to stand in front of him. He placed his hands on his son's shoulders, looking back up to the crowd emitting pride.
"You all know my son, my only child. You all know of him, the energetic boy that he is," Stoick and members of the crowd chuckling, Hiccup's face heating up slightly, "The adventurous nature in him, but most importantly thee kindhearted an' bravery within him. The makin's of a future chief." The murmur of agreement heard within the crowd.
Stoick looks back to his right where the Hofferson's stood, holding out his right hand, "Astrid." The blonde girl stepped forward towards her chief. Her braided ponytail done by her mother for this occasion bouncing behind her as she stopped in front of him. The chief moved Astrid to stand beside Hiccup as Stoick placed a hand each on the children.
"Astrid Hofferson, daughter of Trygve 'nd Hilda Hofferson. Adventurous like my son, but most importantly stronghearted, determined, and courageous. The makings of a fine future warrior of Berk." Clapping echoed through the Great Hall. Many believe the Hofferson daughters and the heir to be one of the best future warriors. Unable to deny greatness when visible. "As of last night, it is my pleasure to announce the union of House Haddock 'nd House Hofferson." Stoick took Hiccup's right hand and Astrid's left hand, placing them together and looked back to his people. "As of now, Hiccup 'nd Astrid are betrothed until their marriage in a few years."
"TO THE FUTURE CHIEF AND CHIEFTESS!" shouted a member in the crowd. Clapping and shouting echoing and bouncing off the stone walls, congratulations being shouted to the two children.
Once things quieted down, the chief announced a feast for dinner to celebrate the union. Volunteers stepping forward to set-up for the grand event while others went back to continue their duties and chores. Once the crowd loosened in the Great Hall, Hiccup ran up to Gobber.
"Uncle Gobber!"
The blacksmith and Hiccup's mentor turned to the boy and greeted him with a smile, the large silver tooth glinting from the large centered fireplace.
"Aya 'Iccup! Congratulations on yer betrothal, lad."
"Thanks! I wanted to ask if you could help me with Astrid's betrothal gift."
"What were ya thinkin'?"
Hiccup sat on the wooden bench beside Gobber and pulled out a piece of paper from the inside of his boot and laid it out on the top of the table. The older blacksmith took a look at the charcoal sketch. It was a special design with heart and soul put into it. He saw a small dagger design with engravings along the edge around the blade. The handle elegantly carved with a dragon tooth...or nail, Gobber wasn't sure, at the end.
"Curious, lad, what's da purpose of dis 'ere tooth or uh nail at the end of dis 'ere 'andle?" asked Gobber, tapping on the sketch where the handle was.
Hiccup smiled at Gobber's question. "Oh, that's for defense. I thought in case Astrid needed to defend herself and swing the other way, she'll have the nail end for protection."
"What kinda nail ya thinkin'?"
Hiccup tapped his finger against his chin in thought.
"Do we have any Nadder talons? It would be thick and sturdy enough to hold against an attack."
"Hmm, I might 'ave some at the shop. I take it yer want to start now?" He gave the boy a smirk and raised a brow. A giggle was his answer. "O' right, lad. Let's get to it."
The young apprentice followed the blacksmith to his shop, earning more congratulations from villagers as they made their way towards Gobber's shop. When the two blacksmiths entered the forge, Gobber ushered Hiccup towards a back area where all the scrap and new metal resided.
"Go 'head and graze through da piles, lad. Find a metal that you'd like to use. Yer knows what to look fer. And while yer doin' that I'll get thee fire goin'."
"Got it, Gobber."
While Gobber hobbled over towards the large fire pit, Hiccup focused on the piles of metal and began picking pieces one by one, rotating and analyzing the scraps thoroughly. He knew he could have simply grabbed pieces of metal that worked to melt together and he would have definitely acted upon it if it were a random villager, but this was his betrothed. This was for Astrid and he wanted to find one whole piece that was as close to perfect as possible. When it came to Astrid, he wanted the best for her and he would make sure that this dagger was fit to be weld by her hand.
Spending a few more minutes sorting through the piles of scrap, Hiccup crossed his gaze to a decent size of scrap metal compared to the others. It was brighter than the majority of the leftover metal. Perking in interest, Hiccup reached for the piece of metal and pulled the scrap out. Feeling the weight from the scraps on top of the pile, the young boy pulled with as much force he had in his small body until he felt the scrap piece loosen.
Letting go, Hiccup wrung his hands before grabbing the metal again. Giving a second hard pull, the young blacksmith managed to dislodge the metal scrap which caused the pile to loosen. Half of the pile dropped, scattering pieces of scraps across the ground, emitting loud bangs throughout the forge.
Hiccup looked at the mess, cringing at the noise. It wasn't uncommon for his bit of clumsiness to appear, but he had done well for that past weeks. Guess luck doesn't always strike when it's needed.
He heard a pair of footsteps and wood scraping against the ground that signaled Gobber's approach.
"Wha' te Hel yer doin', lad?" The older blacksmith chuckled. "I dun not say to make eh mess."
His apprentice gave him a sheepish smile. "Whoops."
"Come, "Iccup. Let's get dis gift started."
Hiccup followed Gobber out of the room and to the fire pit. On the table beside the pit, the boy took in the different tools and clamps that the older blacksmith had gathered while the fire burned to it's intended heat.
"O'right, lad. Thee good ting 'bout your gift is that we're makin' a smol blade. So let me break te metal yer 'ave there so we can place 'em in te stone cup to melt."
Hiccup handed Gobber the chosen metal scrap and watched in awe as his mentor switched his hook for a tool attachment and got to work breaking the large piece into smaller ones. As much as he enjoyed working making pieces and doing tasks, the moments he stood and watched his uncle figure work were inspirational. The way the older blacksmith worked and formed the metals were pieces of art in his young eyes. He vowed to be a great artist and more just like Gobber.
Once Gobber managed to break up the metal, he allowed Hiccup to place the pieces into the stone mold cup to be placed in the fire. Unlike the large stone molds for larger weapons like swords and such, Gobber managed to find his smaller collection fro when he made Hiccup's small dagger at the wish of Stoick for the boy's eighth birthday. Now the same mold would help make Astrid's gift.
Handing the young boy an iron tong, Gobber allowed the young heir to place the stone mold into the fire pit. The heated flames instantly coated the mold and the stone itself start to heat up orange. While the scraps of metal melted, the blacksmith had his apprentice follow him to assist in fixing bent weapons from clients while they waited for metal to fully liquefy.
Throughout the hour, Gobber would poke the wood and coals, working hard to maintain the proper heat and eyeing the melted metal. By the time it began to near the lunch hour, the blacksmith grabbed a set of tongs and pulled out the stone mold, still glowing bright yellow-orange from the intense heat as the man hobbled over to the table where an iron mold for a small blade waited. Carefully, Gobber poured the molten metal into the blade mold, watching intently as the liquid filled to the brim. Usually, the older blacksmith would hammer the blade from scratch, but with it being a small dagger, the iron mold should be good enough.
As the metal cooled, Gobber had Hiccup help him put on a yak hide glove, informing the young boy to do the same to protect his hands.
With hands covered and protected, the older blacksmith reached for the tongs and picked up the cooled metal blade cast and brought it over to the fire pit. Hiccup watched in excitement along with the process of his gift coming along. He watched as Gobber let the metal heat up again until it was burning bright yellow before pulling it out. Bringing the hot metal over to the anvil, Gobber grabbed his double-face hammer and began pounding to curve the blade into the shape that Hiccup designed.
Going back and forth a few times from heating to pounding, the blacksmith managed to get the overall shape of Hiccup's design.
"O'right, lad. I think I got yer design as best I could."
Hiccup walked forward after Gobber placed the metal into a bucket of cold water, cooling the metal. With the metal cooled, Gobber handed Hiccup the blade, holding it up by the flat end of the handle.
"It's perfect, Gobber. I can smooth it out with the stone grinder before carving in the designs." He looked up to his mentor, "Thank you."
"Anything fer you, lad."
Taking the blade, Hiccup headed to the stone grinder and smoothed out the edges and handle area. Taking extra caution and patience to grind small curve shapes into the handle piece. Adding four grooves for finger placements. Once satisfied, Hiccup walked over to his area of the forge and sat in his chair over his desk.
Bringing his kit closer, a gift from Gobber himself, the boy grabbed his smallest ball pein hammer and one of his chisels.
"Now to carve designs that represent the warrior that my Astrid is."
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Picking up the metal copper ring, Astrid reached for the pile of red and black yarn. Dividing them in sections for pattern, she tied each section in a double knot, wrapping them around individually until the copper ring was covered in sections of red and black.
Checking her work, Astrid beamed seeing that the yarn was tightly in place around the ring. There was no way that the yarn would unravel with the knots tied at each end.
Next, she reached for the needle and thread, looping the cream-colored thread through the needle hole. Though after a few failed attempts, she asked for her mother's assistance. Once the thread was tied with the needle, Astrid began to needle the thread through the yarn until the string formed an octagonal shape within the inner edge of the ring.
Continuing the pattern, Astrid created a pattern with the thread in sections; going back for a second time to add more strength but also to ensure the pattern would be visible to see from a further distance. Focused and with a sketch of her design on the parchment beside her, the young girl continued threading the pattern. Going further to form the thread into rune symbols that displayed the words love and protection. Her handmade pendant was full of uniqueness that suited her Hiccup.
Finished with the threading, Astrid grabbed some more yarn; two blacks and one red. With the help from her mother, they managed to puncture a hole into three dragon scales which she looped the three pieces of string and tied it to the ring.
Nearing the end, she reached for a thin strip of thick animal hide for the band that would allow Hiccup to wear his pendant. With the use of the needle, Astrid carved different designs along the strip of skin and adding more meaningful words on the neckpiece.
Completed with her final piece, she looped the end pieces of the thin animal hide around the top edge of the ring. Making sure the ends were secured, Astrid held up her betrothal gift in pride as the pendant softly rotated in her hand.
"What do you think, mom?" Astrid asked as she held her betrothal gift to her mother, fully displayed.
Her mother sitting beside her working on her own craft project looked over to her daughter's creation and smiled proudly.
"It looks wonderful, dear. Hiccup will love his gift."
"You really think so?" Her daughter asked with some hesitance.
Her mother placed a hand on top of hers, "I can assure you that Hiccup will love his betrothal gift. You know why I know that?" Astrid shook her head, curious. "It's 'cause ya made him a gift out of love 'nd from yer heart. You may not understand that thought now, but I can assure you, dear, that a gift from yer heart will be cherished."
She watched proudly at the smile that stretched on her daughter's face. Seeing the confidence return in her little warrior, Astrid gave her mother a hug in thanks.
"I'm going to take the gift to Hiccup."
Grabbing a small pouch bag, Astrid placed her betrothal gift inside. Shouting her leaving to her mother, the young girl left the home and started making her way to Hiccup's location. Knowing full that he'd be in the forge working his shift.
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Hiccup was fully focused, hunched over his desk as he continued to finish the last remaining detailings for Astrid's betrothal gift.
Tapping the ball pein hammer against the small chisel in his hand, Hiccup finished the last rune in the middle of the blade, Astrid's name shining brightly back at him. Placing his tools down, he picked up the dagger and rotated the gift, eyeing and inspecting it for any last-minute touch-ups and fixes.
Confident with the finished product, Hiccup took the dagger over to a bucket of water to wash off all the shavings from the carving. Once drying off the weapon, he went back to his desk to apply the skin wrappings along the handle to offer more grasp control and comfort when being used. Pulling everything tightly and bounding it with a final knot, Hiccup beamed in pride at the final appearance.
Catching a lucky break, he had just placed his betrothal gift on a patch of fur when he heard his betrothed calling out his name approaching the forge.
"Hiccup?"
Turning in his seat, the young apprentice caught the young blonde poking her head in search of him.
"Over here, Astrid."
The young blonde Viking turned towards his voice and found him jumping down from his desk stool. Walking over to him, Hiccup met her halfway and gave each other and embraced.
Feeling each other in their arms felt comforting and home. The sensation of protection and warmth.
Letting go, Astrid pushed back and looked up at him.
"You're not busy are you?"
"Nope. I just finished the project I was working on. Do you need something fixed?"
Astrid shook her head, "Nope. I actually wanted to give you…" He watched her grow a little shy, a blush forming on her cheeks and her fingers teasing her braided ponytail, "...your betrothal gift."
"Really," he said full of excitement.
Reaching into her pouch she pulled out the homemade pendant necklace.
"I know I'm not as artistic and creative like you, but I really hope you like it."
Holding up the string, Hiccup watched the pendant lightly swing and spin, taking in the different designs around the neckband. It was definitely different from most common pendants, not made from silver or gold. But knowing Astrid, and her lack of knowing how to use metal as he does, she went about a way that was within range of her abilities. And knowing her determination of doing things on her own, she'd do whatever to make sure it was perfect. As for Hiccup, anything Astrid made for him was always perfect.
Taking a closer look at the handy work, he admired the details along the ring and the center with the thread. What stood out most to him was the threaded symbols of love and protection.
Reaching to take the pendant, Hiccup twist and turned the pendant around, taking closer looks at the symbols and finer designs and details.
He looked up at Astrid, "I love it!"
He gave her a bright smile, his green eyes gleaming in awe. Throwing the string over his head, he let the necklace hang as the pendant piece rested against his lower chest, slightly eye level with his lower rib cage. It was a little long but he knew he'd grow into it.
He reached for her hands and pulled Astrid closer and gave her a kiss on her cheek, causing another blush to break out on her face.
"Thank you, Astrid. I promise to always wear it. Now, let me give you your gift."
Letting go of one hand, he pulled her towards his desk where he left her betrothal gift on the furs. Reaching his desk, Hiccup let go of her hand and picked up the furs, folding it over so she wouldn't see it as he rounded to look at her.
Holding the wrapped fur in front of her, "Move the fur aside."
Bringing her hands up, Astrid cautiously flipped the edge of the furs down and gasped. Her right hand covering her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at the custom dagger laying in Hiccup's hands. She gazed through the entire dagger, taking in all the intricate designs along the blade edge and gold trimmings in the handle. Seeing the yak hide wrapped around the grip part of the handle, carvings burned into the skin with Viking runes.
When she looked back over to the blade, she caught sight of the runes running down the center of the blade. Picking up the dagger and holding it gently in her palms, Astrid took sight of her name engraved within the metal. Running her thumb along the bumps of the carving, her index, and middle finger felt another set of engravings on the other side of the blade. Flipping the dagger over, she saw another set of runes running down the center of the blade that spelled out her betrothed's name.
"A little promise to remind you that there will always be a Hiccup and Astrid." She heard him whisper.
Aware to set aside the dagger on his desk and once her hands were free, Astrid wrapped her arms around Hiccup, pulling him into a strong loving hold and placing a kiss against his cheek. Then burying her head against his chest as she felt his lean atop her blonde locks.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I love it so much. I'll carry it proudly every day."
She felt him place his lips against her temple. The warmth seeping through her skin.
"Anything for you...my lady."
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~ One Month Later ~
The temperature had grown cold as the cold months had finally arrived. All of Berk had been covered with the effects of the chilling weather. Snow covering the ground and land, the rooftops while icicles hung around the edges of the roofs. As harsh as the weather can be at times, it was a beautiful sight when the sun beamed across the frozen water.
For Hiccup, Astrid, and Heather, the early snow months provided added fun when they were able to take time away from work and chores to simply play. Life for all three had been nothing but positive since the betrothal of Hiccup and Astrid. Between all three children, their bonds had become stronger within the past weeks.
Hiccup and Heather's sibling-like relationship was probably stronger than most blood-related siblings. Between each other, they could confide their thoughts and turmoil within one another. The perfect confidant. It helped Hiccup a lot when it came to surprising Astrid. He may know a lot about Astrid, but he knew he still had a long way to go to learn all about her, and Heather was the only person who knew the most about her sister. Probably even more than their parents.
As for Hiccup and Astrid, their young relationship with each other was going strong. True to their words since the exchange, both always had their betrothal gift amongst their person. Hiccup hardly ever removed his pendant, only removing it when he bathed. For, Astrid, she carried her treasured dagger everywhere she went, her dagger strapped to her side with a cover made by Hiccup himself that she could loop around her waist. Like Heather, the two of them had a confidant in the other, though it held a difference between the two. Able to confide more personal relations as a couple.
Lucky for them and the other children of Berk, it was the time in a decade to celebrate Aurvandil's Fire. For them and the majority of the younger children, it was going to be the first time they'd get to see Aurvandil's Fire in the sky. The only time to see it at it's brightest through the night.
During the day, many villagers aided in the preparations for the feast to celebrate the magnificent colors that gleam in the sky. Astrid and Heather decided to help their mother with some of the food preparations while Hiccup spent the afternoon and evening with Gobber in the forge. Thankfully, with the cooler weather, dragon encounters lessoned which gave Hiccup and Gobber more time to go through all the work orders.
As the sky grew darker, Hiccup told Gobber to head to the Great Hall and relax, telling his mentor that he'd clean up the forge now that they were closed for the day. The older blacksmith messed the young boy's hair as thanks.
"O'right, lad. Don not worry too much 'bout it. Just focus more on gettin' da tools back where they belong. O' 'nd the fire."
"I know, Gobber. Go relax."
Giving the boy another smile, the older blonde hobbled out of the forge making his way to the Great Hall. With his mentor gone, Hiccup began putting away the tools and distinguished the fire pit.
With everything important away and in their designated spot, Hiccup removed his apron and placed it on the hook near the front. Feeling like he still had a bit of time to spare he decided to head to the back where his private room resided to work on some ideas of inventions that popped in his head during the day.
Sitting in the wooden chair, Hiccup reached for a clean piece of parchment to sketch out some of the designs before heading to the Great Hall. He had thoughts of weapon designs that could possibly aid during the dragon raids with more range than having to wait till they were lower and closer in range. A possibility to help fewer casualties and injuries occur between the beasts. So far, he had a rough mock design of a bola launcher.
Roughing out some more structure in the sketch, Hiccup heard some knocking on wood near the front of the forge. Putting his charcoal stick down the boy exited his back workroom to find a tall blonde man standing at one of the windows. Noticing a familiar blonde beard, the moment those grey-blue eyes caught him, the young blacksmith beamed as he rushed over.
"Hi, Finn!"
Finn Hofferson, or as he was known on Berk, Fearless Finn Hofferson, a proud and strong warrior, a fisherman, and older brother to Trygve Hofferson. Hiccup looked up to the man as much as he did with Trygve. Finn always took time when the man could and listen to his invention ideas.
"There's the lad. Astrid told me I'd find ya 'ere. How ya doin', Hiccup?" The man greeted.
"I'm doing great!" The boy smiled. "Do you need some weapons sharped?"
"Nah," Finn waved off, "I was actually hopin' I could talk to ya."
"Of course."
"Wonderful. Let's head behind the forge and see if we can see some hints of Aurvandil's Fire while we talk."
Hiccup gave the adult a nod and blew out all the candles and followed Astrid's uncle to the back of the forge where Finn grabbed and set two barrels for seats. The boy took a seat as the blonde Viking sat next to him, both looking up at the night sky, catching faint hints of light among the stars.
"So," Hiccup turned at Finn's voice, "I heard yer betrothed to one of my niece, Astrid." The blonde looked down at the boy, giving him a raised brow and smirk.
He watched amusingly as Hiccup blushed and smiled, looking away from him and back at the stars.
"I'm very proud 'nd thrilled to hear that Astrid 'as a good man like you betrothed to her." The Viking placed his hand on Hiccup's head and rubbed his hand messing with the boy's hair. Both giggling at the small childish behavior.
Removing his hand, Finn looked up to the sky, the young boy following.
"Can ya promise me something, Hiccup?" asked Finn.
"Of course," the boy responded.
"Promise me that you'll take care of Astrid fer me? That she'll always be protected 'nd happy. As well as fer Heather. Those two girls mean o' lot to me. I know ye'd never hurt 'em, I just need to hear it fer meself that you'd be t' ere fer 'em."
"I promise, Finn. Astrid means a lot to me, I'd never been happier. As well as for Heather; she's the greatest to have for sister. I will protect and care for them with my life."
"Yer a good kid, lad. I'm proud to 'ave ya be part of the family." Finn mentioned with pride as he wrapped his arm around the boy.
They saw the sky brightened as Aurvandil's Fire began to light the night sky. The two Vikings stared in awe at the different colors.
"Let's head towards my brother's house and met up with 'em and head to the Great Hall."
Nodding, Hiccup hopped off the barrel and followed Finn along the boundaries of the village and forest, both protected by furs from the chilling air. As the two walked around a few homes, they saw his brother's house a couple of feet away when they heard a shriek echoed through the air.
Both of them froze from the unfamiliar sound when another shriek echoed out followed by some screams from villagers.
"What's going on?" Hiccup asked, confusion etching his face.
Finn reached to his left side and pulled his ax from his belt, gripping it tightly with his right hand. Hearing the screaming from some of the villagers in the distance bringing the urge to run off a fight whatever it was, though having Hiccup with him, the stronger urge to remain by the boy's side was greater. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if anything happened to the young heir and Astrid's betrothed.
Following Finn's motions, Hiccup pulled out a dagger that he had strapped to his right side, holding it tightly in his left hand. The movement bringing a smile to Finn's face.
Shouts and noises of wreckage emitting among the village bringing Finn back to the situation at hand. Making a decision, Finn placed his left hand on Hiccup's back and ushered him behind houses as they cautiously made their way towards his brother's home. As they ran through yards and house sides, both would catch a glimpse of a bright bluish glow moving about the village.
More screams were heard as Finn hoped people were safe and unharmed, but until Hiccup was safe, the others would have to wait. The safety of Berk's heir was his highest priority.
Seeing Trygve's home across the way a few feet in distance, Finn and Hiccup were preparing to run towards the house when they stilled from the sound of scraping above them. Looking up, Finn and Hiccup came face to face with a dragon. A dragon that Hiccup had never in his life imagined seeing. It glowed brightly like the Aurvandil's Fire but all blue. Like a ghost created to scare Viking children.
The dragon jumped down from the roof across from Finn and Hiccup, splinters of wood from the roof dropping on top of them. The dragon growled and hissed as it stared at the two.
"You again," spoke Finn, his warrior glare focused on the ghostly dragon. "I've waited fer years te challenge ya, dragon."
Pushing himself forward, standing in front of Hiccup, Finn held his ax with both hands, taking a strong standing position as Hiccup stood aside and gripping his dagger with his left hand taking a similar stance like the warrior in front of him.
Finn raised his ax higher, calmly, "Yer not gonna escape me, Frightmare."
As he raised his ax and gave a battle cry, the Frightmare shrieked and launched a stream of bluish mist at Finn and Hiccup. Both Viking's felt their body begin to freeze, their muscles stiffening, fear filling their features as they felt their body become uncontrolled by their own will.
Coming to a complete frozen state, the Frightmare glared at the two unmoving Vikings. Slithering to the two bodies, the dragon sniffed at the two now harmless humans. Giving a low growl, the ghostly beast sniffed at Hiccup, the small dagger glinting from the bluish glow.
The sounds of voices and footsteps grew close to the location catching the attention of the Frightmare. Giving another growl, the dragon took flight into the night sky.
As the footsteps came closer, Finn and Hiccup's body started to unstiffen, feelings in their muscles returning as control of their own bodies started returning.
When a large group rounded the corner from where the villagers noticed the Frightmare take off, they witnessed Finn Hofferson and the heir, Hiccup Haddock drop to their knees, the look of fear slowly dropping from their face as their weapons drop to the ground. The group watched in shock as the two Vikings took deep breaths, unaware of their previous predicament.
Hiccup and Finn looked behind them to find the large group of villagers staring back at them, including Astrid, Heather, and their parents. The boy's second family looked at the two of them with shock and confusion. Worry soon taking over their expressions.
"O' my. What do we 'ave 'ere." The crowd divided as one of the elders, Mildew came walking forward, his staff in hand as he stared at the two. Criticizing the boy and warrior beside him. "The heir and Fearless Finn Hofferson...or should I say once Fearless."
The crowd started to murmur quietly amongst themselves after Mildew's statement. He turned to the people of Berk, fully calm as he continued his speech.
"I warned ye all that yer precious heir was nun worthy an' brave. Tis 'ere runt fallin' to the fear of our enemy. What kinda future chief falls under fear?"
Trygve moved forward, wielding his sword in his right hand, glaring at Mildew. "Silence that tongue of yer's ya ol' goat!"
Heavy footsteps approached as Stoick the Vast made his way to the front of the crowd.
"What's goin' on here?" The chief asked out loud.
"Yer boy was found stilled with fear along with Finn Hofferson. I told all of you that dis 'ere runt was not fit as an heir. I'm tellin' you dis 'ere is a sign from da gods themselves!" The crowd's murmur grew and even Stoick seemed to believe it.
"I...I'm sure ye did not see correctly-" Stoick began until members of the crowd broke in.
"We saw it, Chief. They were frozen in fear as the Frightmare flew off from where they were!"
"It's a sign from the gods!"
Mildew walked up to Stoick, placing a bony hand on the large man's shoulder, "Yer know I'm right, Stoick. Ya cannot deny messages from the gods."
Hiccup, along with the Hofferson's, watched in disbelief as Stoick nodded in agreement. Never once had the young heir thought that his own father would betray him and fall for false words.
The boy stood up, "Dad, I can explain. This is just-" Stoick lifted his hand to silence his son, unaware of the hurt flashing through his boy's eyes.
"Enough," the chief spoke hoarsely, his eyes never leaving Hiccup's, "Everyone, back to the village's center. We 'ave a mess to clean up."
Following their chief's orders, the crowd dispersed back towards the center near the Great Hall, Mildew looking back at the heir, smirking. All that was left were the Hofferson's, Hiccup, and Stoick. The father looking down at his son, eyes filled with shame and embarrassment.
Hiccup watched as his father turned his back to his son, ignoring the others as he silently walked back towards the Great Hall, unaware of the silent tears filling his son's eyes.
As silence filled the atmosphere until Astrid ran forward embracing Hiccup in her arms, holding him tightly as her own tears filled her. Heather soon followed as she ran over to Hiccup, wrapping her arms around her sister and brother. The three children dropping to their knees.
"Finn?" Trygve spoke quietly. "What really happened?"
"We had no control," Finn responded as he shook his head. "Hiccup an' I was prepared to fight. But that blasted beast had a breath that freezes ya. The dragon can paralyze ya. We had no control of it, I swear on Odin 'imself."
"We believe ya, Finn. We'll fix this somehow."
Finn shook his head, bending down to retrieve his ax from the ground.
"I'm sorry, brother, Hilda. But I will not bring down you and yer family as well. I'm leaving."
Everyone gasped and looked at Finn. The once-proud warrior among Berk crestfallen and broken.
"One day, I hope to return." He looks at the three children, all staring at him with silent tears falling down their faces. "Hopefully, when I return, you three will 'ave families of yer own."
Placing his ax in his belt strap, the man looked back at the heir.
"Hiccup." Seeing those tears of the boy and his nieces broke the warrior's heart. "Stay strong. No matter what they say, I'm proud of ya fer standing on yer own." He looked at them and then looked at his younger brother and sister-in-law. "Protect and watch over them." Finn looked at the children one last time, "Protect each other."
With those final words, Finn Hofferson retreated back to his home where he set to pack what he could and leave Berk.
Watching another light he valued in his life leaving. His father and now Finn. What did he do to deserve this?
He felt the added weight around him, taking note of Mr. and Mrs. Hofferson wrapping their arms protectively around him and the girls. And for the first time, he let himself truly crumble and cry.
'My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. The embarrassment and disgrace of Berk. Once valued and liked, now gone from a simple misunderstanding and false beliefs. I never knew how horrible people were until now. I've never felt so much hurt and anger and lack of trust till now. The only light side in this is that I still have Astrid and her family. Even the darkness felt more comforting than the people I once respected. They'll regret it, even my father.'
He felt Astrid's hand intertwine with his as she gave a squeeze, letting him know she was there for him. Hiccup returned the gesture, feeling both their hearts beat as one with anger slowly taking both.
~.~.~.~.~
Somewhere among the archipelago, an owl-like dragon woke from his sudden slumber. Visions plaguing the reptile's mind.
Stretching his four wings and orange-red and brown body, fully waking, the dragon glance around his space. His human companion still quietly asleep, the four-winged dragon silently crawled out of their space and made way towards the great cliff near the waterfall, taking a seat on the large wooden log that bridged two sections of the sanctuary.
"Alpha."
Crackling and thunder emitted among the frozen walls as a large white dragon lifted their head to eye level with his friend. Water dripped through the sections of spikes that covered the massive beast. The four-winged dragon bowed his respect to his king.
"Yes, my child."
"They have awoken. The dragon souls." Head raising as his owlish eyes stared at his old friend. "I know you felt it."
"Yes, Cloudjumper, I have." The king turned to blow out an icy breath. "When the stars a line, they will find us and we will help. For now, we wait. And send our strength through the winds to them, and hope they get the guidance they'll need to reach their full potential."
"They will succeed, I can feel it," said Cloudjumper.
"As do I, my friend. They are the hope for harmony between dragons and man."
Pushing himself up, the king looked at his confidant.
"Come, my child. Let us go out for some fresh midnight air."
Flapping his wings, Cloudjumper followed his friend through his hidden passageway to the outside.