Another song in this chapter. Yay for Interest Girl! The way I saw how to work with it? Well there was only one way I could see beyond painstakingly trying to rewrite some of the lyrics…What was it? You'll have to find out. I hope you enjoy it, as well as this chapter as a whole.

Now! Time for Alva to become an princess!

Chapter 6—Playing the Princess:

Wearing her white cloak as to not draw attention to herself, Alva rode behind Aric to Berk, Luna following Shadowstar. Arriving at Berk, Alva was in a state of utter awe at what she saw. The island was bursting with dragons and life, all the colors being so vibrant. There were perches, feeding stations…even little bath areas where dragons washed and groomed themselves… wherever she looked she spotted something new. Aric looked back to see the look on her face, and then decided to take her near the underground custom dragon stables where Alva's jaw dropped even lower if it were possible. They were now heading for the academy when Alva finally spoke.

"I've always heard people talk about Berk and all your dragons, but I never imagined it looking like this", she stated with awe.

"All of this Hiccup came up with and designed. Every dragon related thing you see was thought up by her", Aric stated fondly.

"And she thought my dress designs were complicated. So, where're we heading?"

"To the Dragon Training Academy. There, I'll teach you everything you need to know about Hiccup."

They finally landed in the Dragon Academy and Alva stepped off after Aric, who then came back with a box filled with items. He took out a metal prosthetic first. "Here, put this on", he said, and Alva took it putting the strange contraption on. Once on, Alva's face lit up at how much easier to walk it was; barely even a limp.

"Oh, if I knew these things existed, I would've gotten one a long time ago", she said as she admired the wonderful prosthetic.

Aric then brought out a blue dress similar to the red one Hiccup had on the last time she saw her, an auburn haired wig that would need to be cut and shaped, and then some black paint that would cover her scales to make them look like a Night Fury's. When they were finished, she didn't look perfect with the wig being off, and her scales looking more charcoal than a Night Fury's black, but Aric said it was good enough and that they needed to move on.

After her look was complete, she now had to learn how to act like Hiccup. In other words, she had to learn how to act like a princess. Taking a book out from the box, Aric moved on to that part of the lesson.

"This book should tell you everything you need to know about being a princess. I found it in Hiccup's room with some of her books", he said as Alva turned the page of her note book. "Now, no nagging, bragging, sweating, fretting, slipping, tripping, burping, twittering, or frittering allowed. Stay present, stay pleasant, stay proud."

"She doesn't really follow all these rules, does she?"

"No", Aric answered looking down at all the rules, some stranger than others. "But, she does when in an important meeting or in the presence of a Chief, King, or Queen. And even then she'll make certain exceptions; you'll just have to use your judgment."

Alva nodded, and then to help the singer remember the rules, he began to sing the contents of the book as he moved around the arena.

"Right. Let's begin. To be a princess is to know which spoon to use. To be a princess is...a thousand pairs of shoes… We'll skip that one."

Once again Alva nodded followed by crossing out what she wrote.

"To maintain a regal gait leave the parsley on your plate, and be charming but, detached, and yet amused."

"Huh?"

"To be a princess is to never be confused... Do a plie and never fall, don't ever stray from protocol. All through the day there's just one way you must behave. Do keep a grip and never crack. Stiff upper lip and arch the back. Bend from above and always wear your gloves and wave."

"But Hiccup doesn't wear gloves?"

"I said to use your judgement. Now. Do as I do", he said tucking the book away and Alva putting her notebook down. "Shoulders back and, tummy in and, pinky out and, lift the chin and, slowly turn the head from side to side."

"I see now!"

"Breathing gently, stepping lightly, smile brightly, nod politely, never show a thing you feel inside. Glide!" he then exclaimed pushing her only for her to clumsily trip into the barrels at the wall. He quickly went to help her up. "To be a princess is to always look your best", he sang as he helped her. "To be a princess is to never get to rest." He looked back at the book for a moment. "Sit for a portrait, never squirm. Sleep on a mattress, extra firm? Ah, speak and be clever never at a loss for words. Curtsy to every count and lord. Learn how to play the harpsicord?" he stated with confusion at Alva.

She only shrugged.

"Sing lullabies and always harmonize in thirds."

" "Thirds! Thirds!" "

"And, she has beautiful eyes", Aric strayed. "Your spirits rise when she walks in the room."

"I see", Alva said knowingly.

"Doors close, and the chemistry grows—"

"Uh, Aric?" Alva interrupted snapping the man out from his daze. "How to be a Princess? Remember?"

"Oh. Right! Uh, let's review. Do a plie and don't…"

"Ever ever ever fall."

"Never show dismay."

"And be there when people call."

"Be prepared for what this island's life will bring. Do keep a grip and don't…"

"Ever ever ever crack."

"Take a dainty sip."

"Never ever turn your back."

"There's a time and place and way for everything." Once again Aric turned to the book…"To be a princess is to never make your bed" …and fed up with the stupid content, he threw it away. "To be a princess is to always use your head!"

"What are you doing?" Astrid suddenly appeared freaking Aric out.

"AHH!" he jumped. "Astrid! Will you stop doing that?!"

"No. What are you doing, and who is this?" she asked directing to Alva.

"What do you mean? Its Hiccup", Aric tried to no avail.

"If you think that disguise is gonna work, your thicker than Snotlout", she said walking up to the poorly disguised girl. "Her scales aren't even right. You need Midnight Black, not Charcoal Black."

"Well if you think you can do better, please, help yourself."

"I will. If you remember Hiccup and I have done this sort of thing before? But why are you dressing someone as Hiccup anyway?"

"He thinks Hiccup was kidnapped", Alva answered.

"And, if Hiccup doesn't show up by tomorrow, the wedding's gonna be off. That's not enough time for me to find her", Aric added.

"Why not gather the others? They could help?" Astrid asked.

"If I'm right in that Alvin's behind this, it just needs to be me. If I bring the whole gang it could tip him off that I'm on to him."

"Okay, okay. You two stay here. I'll get the right supplies and a new wig." Astrid then grimaced at Alva's hair and went up to it. "What'd you do to this poor thing?" she questioned taking the wig off and dangling it in one hand.

In the Great Hall, Stoick was with the Berserk ambassador again, the man having come on a dragon immediately after receiving the news of Hiccup's disappearance.

"This is an outrage! A complete and utter insult to Chief Dagur and all of Berserk! The union is off!" the ambassador exclaimed furious with the heiress' actions.

"I'm sure we'll find her. There's no need for hasty decisions", Stoick said to the raging Berserker not noticing the smile spreading on Alvin's face as he stood to the side.

"Even so, your daughter has shown her true colors! Dagur was willing to sacrifice himself for the good of your tribe, and what does your heir do? She abandons you when needed most!"

Stoick sighed. Although dramatic, the ambassador was right. Hiccup had blatantly disregarded her responsibilities, Dagur, and her tribe.

"Stoick!" Aric then exclaimed opening the Hall's doors. "Uh…" He cleared his throat rather nervously realizing he just interrupted something important. "I found her, Chief. Hiccup is right here", he then said, and Hiccup walked through the doors looking rather nervous. He couldn't believe it. Aric had actually found her. His daughter walked towards him across the hall, her form stiff and with a strained looked on her face. She knew she was in trouble.

"WHAA!" she then exclaimed when she suddenly tripped her prosthetic and fell flat on her face.

At first it surprised Stoick; she hadn't done that in quite some time. But then he brushed it off as just nerves. He was quite furious with her, and she clearly knew it.

"Hoo, um, I'm okay", she then said standing back up.

"Hiccup!" Stoick said sternly.

"Yes… dad?" she asked rather nervously.

"I'm glad you're back safe, hun", he continued standing up and walking towards her. "But to disregard your duty to your people like that? To just fly off like that? That's not what a chief does."

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Aric looked on seeing the chief buying the costume completely; there wasn't even hesitation. Astrid did a great job reshaping a wig and painting the scales. They looked exactly like Hiccup's, and it was almost impossible to tell that it was really Alva under there. Stoick spoke sternly to her telling her off as he had expected, and Alva spoke what he told her to.

"I know. And I'm sorry. I should have never run away. That's why I came back." Alva then turned to the ambassador with a sure expression. "I'm ready to marry Dagur. I'm willing to do this for the village."

"Good. Then the wedding's back on", Stoick stated.

"I still think we should cancel it", the ambassador spoke, and Stoick simply glared down at him.

"I'm not so sure, Dagur the Deranged would be too happy to hear that you decided to cancel", he said.

"Uh, but, then again, an agreement is an agreement", the ambassador took back. "Chief Dagur is due tomorrow!"

"Excellent. And then…" Stoick said placing a hand around his 'daughter', "…only a few short days before the wedding."

"If you'll excuse me", Alvin said suddenly deciding to leave, a frown prevalent on his face. Luna then rushed into the hall and blocked his way growling up at him making the Outcast rear back. "Ugh! What is that?!"

"That's a Light Fury", Alva stated. "And her name, is Luna."

"Hmm…" the Outcast scowled.

"Something wrong, Alvin", Aric questioned.

"Of course not", he clearly lied. "I just think the princess should stop surrounding herself with… impaired dragons. Why not get something worthy of a future chief? Now, if you'll excuse me…" the man finished shoving the Light Fury away with a swipe of his foot, and walking off.

As he did, something fell from the chief's boot, and Luna walked up to it sniffing. "What you got there, girl?" He picked up the bark, and took a closer look. "Bark from a Loki tree, only grown on Outcast Island", he muttered.

Normally, that wouldn't be suspicious, but the residue was fresh, and that meant the Outcast was on his island recently. 'Now why would Alvin have to go back and forth so quickly? Unless he had taken a certain heir there and then returned to Berk before anyone noticed him gone?' he thought, and went to leave the Hall to get to Shadowstar and fly out to Outcast Island. He had a certain heiress to free.

"Aric, wait!" Stoick then called forcing him to stop. "I want to hear all about how you found Hiccup."

"Uh, well… Of course, sir", Aric relented. 'I'm coming, Hiccup. Right after I lie my way past your father.'