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TigerLily the Wild: Yes, both Hicca and Valka can be controlled by a Bewilderbeast but are a bit more resistant because their connection to the King and that they're part human. Also, Valka does originally have grey eyes and nothing was changed besides the pupil.

: Thanks for the heads up and really sorry for ruining your appetite!

Anyway, ON TO THE STORY!

— Hicca, One Year Later—

It was hard, entering a village. People and children were bustling around as others joked and laughed and hefted weapons over their shoulders. It was a grey day, rain threatening to fall down on the inhabitants of the small village at any second.

Pulling my hood up, I made sure it covered the top half of my face before shifting the bag that hung over my shoulder. Checking one last time that the cloak covered most of me, I walked into the village.

For a bit no one noticed me as I made my way towards the forge in Limar. Mom was back at the nest for now, she'd come down with a fever and Cloudjumper was taking care of her. Sighing, I felt the stares.

I'd been coming here for several years now to trade and they'd never stopped. Not that I could blame them. A small figure in a black cloak holding a bag that looked too large for her to carry? It was a bit odd, I'll give them that.

The blacksmith was pounding away in his forge, clangs echoing throughout the village. Approaching the window there, he saw me immediately. He was a large man -aren't all vikings?- with a close shaved beard and brown mustache.

"Ah, Shade, how nice ter see ya." he said and approached the window. I usually traded with him first, selling in the knives and hammers as they were superior to anything he could make. I'd gotten much better at forging everything from weapons to tools to even my own little inventions like the new sword I'd made myself. Not that a dragon murderer would ever get any of the weapons mom and I made.

Plopping the bag onto the window, I opened it up revealing the many different types of tools and kitchen knives. Some jewelry was also mixed in there too as the Chief's wife was very vain.

"Ah, 'ow many things do we have 'ere?" he picked up a pair of tongs and began examining them. "Fine work, as per usual." he said and put down the pair.

"'Ow many you got?" he asked.

My hands quickly found all of the tools that he usually bought and laid them out on the platform, plus another ten pound anvil as he commented to me last time he'd broken his.

"Good. 'ow much again? 'M 'lways forget'n." he said and turned around.

"Two hundred and ten." I replied as he picked out the right amount of pieces and loaded them into the sack for me.

"T'anks for yer business." he smiled as I nodded and began walking away towards a small tailor's shop in town.

There I got several more pieces of leather and a couple of tunics as I'd ripped up several of them while wrestling with Skreed and Tailtrap.

"Did you hear about the Berkians?" the brown haired woman asked as she wrapped up the tunics.

My muscles clenched immediately at the name. I knew that Stoick was still the chief and if someone mentioned them they were either talking about them getting in trouble or them visiting and both were bad.

"Hm?" I grunted and handed her the proper amount of money.

"Yep, they'll be coming in a month's time. Something about a peace treaty." she smiled and handed me the tunics.

Quickly I shoved the things into the bag and whisked myself out of the shop. As I stalked by people quieted and turned to stare, even a few children stopped their fun to look at the hooded figure. Despite having to stop at the traders and merchants, I hurried out of the small village.

Not that they'd ever have to look again. We weren't coming back here to trade. Ever.

— Aster —

"Hey Aster!" Snoutlout called after him.

"What?" he snapped at her. She was always bothering him while he was studying. As they were vikings they generally didn't praise intelligence as much as they did strength and fighting skills, but he still wanted to be smart. He strived to be the best in everything, to succeed where others lacked.

"I was thinking that you might like to come to my house? Maybe come lift weights with me or something?" she offered cockily, a winning smirk on her face.

Instead of replying he just gathered his books in his arms and stalked off, the girl following him. He'd always considered himself above the other teens, though he still hung around them as their antics were often kind of funny and he had nothing else to do besides train and study. And he really was above them too, he was faster, stronger, and a better fighter than Berk had seen in a long time at his age. Not since Stoick was his age is what his mother told him.

"Oh come on Aster! You've got to eventually cave in to me?" Snoutlout caught up to him and he simply rolled his eyes and walked faster towards the forest.

The girl always had such a high opinion of herself when she really did nothing to deserve it. Though, she was even stockier than him. Not that it mattered, he was all muscles, though not as bulked up as a lot of vikings. Though, it did give him the advantage of speed, and he still had plenty of strength.

"Nope, haven't yet and never will." he replied and continued to walk faster.

"You can't resist me forever! You know my parents are already going for an arra—" but he was cut off as he whirled around, knife appearing in his hand from his belt and he caught the back of her brown vest and pinned her to a pine.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" she said, her eyes widening in fear before a trademark smirk settled over her features. "Can't get enough of me, can you?"

"What?" Aster stepped back. Sure, their faces had been fairly close together, but he had pinned the girl to a tree for Odin's sake! Was she never going to get the hint?

"You're as thick headed as a dragon." he snarled at her before stalking off, leaving her yelling for him to come back, panic in her voice.

Yet he only smirked as he stalked away. She got what she deserved, not that she'd ever recognize it.

He continued to walk and walk and walk, until eventually he found himself lost. Shit. And it was just beginning to rain too! Oh wonderful. So, he trudged on, heading in random directions trying to find Berk.

And he thought he saw a shadow move, but he brushed it away as the wind. After all, the Bright Shadow didn't exist. It was just a dragon. Gone extinct. Before it ever existed.

— Hicca —

"C'mon Toothless, we're leaving." I say and attach the pack on the back of the saddle. He's sitting in a small clearing that wasn't too far from Limar.

"Okay, who stole your fish?" he asked as I clambered aboard and he took off.

"Apparently Limar and Berk have decided to create a peace treaty. Meaning that the Berkians'll be making their way to their little town to become buddies. Translating to… we can't trade there anymore." I said gravely, though, I had to admit, flying did lighten my mood. It always did.

"At least they weren't there when you were." he pointed out and I shrugged.

"Still stinks like Odin's socks." I smirked as I heard a chuckle that vibrated through him as he shifted against the wind.

For a while we just rode the wind, traveling over the sea and occasionally passing several islands which the inhabitants obliviously continued going about their business. I sometimes wondered what Berk was like, where it was. What my father looked like.

I knew that I'd gotten my green eyes from him, even though mine are more dragon like now. I'd known that forever as mom's were grey while mine were a pine green. I rather liked my eyes, as they showed both sides of me. The human, and the dragon.

Seeing several Thunderwings emerge from the waves and begin dipping in and out, Toothless wordlessly swooped into a dive.

"Woo hoo!" I cried out as we spun and ducked under the large wings. Occasionally we would sweep above them or I would jump of and land on one of their backs, sprinting along it before abandoning it as they ducked underwater again. One time I'd been a bit too late and let's just say that I'd been sick for a week.

Reaching out, I caught the loop of Toothless's saddle as he whisked by and I pulled myself onto the saddle, almost roaring in joy. Mom could do a really loud roar, while I was still working on mine. It sounded too human for my taste, not that I wasn't human.

Occasionally I would pity them for being unable to make peace with dragons, but most of the time I didn't care. They didn't concern me unless they tried to hunt us. Then they were the enemy, same as anyone else would be if they tried to harm my family.

"Nice to see you Wingless one." a smaller Thunderwing called as she dove in and out of the waves.

"Nice to see you too Caver." I said, laughing as she splashed me with a flick of her tail before leaping out of the water and soaring next to us just above it.

"Are you going to stop by and say hi when you pass by the nest?" I asked. Thunderwings often migrated and didn't nest as they were more of nomads. The same went for a bunch of different dragons like Change Wings and most other water dragons.

"Yep. Tell the King to be expecting us in a month or so." she said and began to fly up a bit before rocketing back down into the water.

"Will do!" I called after her before the two of us flew off. There was an island nearby and so Toothless landed on a cliff that jutted out from the forest.

"Don't tell me we got side tracked?" I groaned and checked my compass which was strapped to my upper arm.

"We did, didn't we." Toothless groaned and flopped to the ground.

"Yep, and just our luck. It's about to freaking rain." I snarled and plopped down next to him as I heard the first few droplets land on my mask which was still covering my face.

"Well, time to go find shelter." Toothless said and got up.

"Who says we have to find shelter?" I called after him, not getting up.

"I do. Now come on before you get sick." he grumbled and began stalking off.

"Overgrown lizard." I grumbled and rolled aside to get away from the fire blast that was shot at me.

"I'll leave a trail so the sulking two leg can find me." he called and I yelled after him that I wasn't sulking but he just snorted and continued walking off.

Standing up from the crouch I was in, I flipped the mask back. My attire had changed -again- and I had a few more personalized weapons along with more black. Mom often wondered why I mostly chose black and brown and I always told her it helped me blend into the night as she cackled at my response.

"What? I ride the son of the night? Why shouldn't I be the same color as him?" I would smirk and she would just shake her head and laugh.

Folding up the map, I tried to track where we were to no avail as we had never come this far north.

"Damn those Thunderwings." I cursed under my breath before folding the map back up. It was raining a bit harder now, still not too hard but enough so that I could hear the loud drips behind me every so often.

I wondered what island I was on, but quickly the rain begun to get heavier and I eventually had to follow Toothless's trail.

And distantly I could hear someone trudging through the undergrowth which only quickened my speed. It's something that I would never admit, not even to Toothless, but I was scared of them. People. Granted, I was one of them too, but from what I knew of them, they were fierce warriors. Dragon killers. And I was both, so I'm not really sure what they would think of me. They might be scared, or angry, or disgusted.

And all three would hurt.

I kinda feel like all I'm posting are short chapters but don't worry, the action shall start soon (hehehehe) Also, I will be posting a (hopefully) really long chapter tomorrow and after that the schedule shall go back to normal but thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed :)