Astrid woke up soon. Well, at least sooner than Hiccup had when it was him who'd lost a limb. Being thable fighter she was, though, she was much tougher to break.

That was why it hurt the chief to watch as she sat up in the middle of the day, only to tear up at the sight of her missing arm. Hiccup comforted Astrid, and explained to her the morbid events, such still fresh in his memory. She could not wrap her head around the story, and so she hid the stub of her arm from Hiccup. The girl embraced him in a soggy, one-armed hug as she talked through all her fears and asked him what to do.

"It's a part of you, now...if you try to hide from it, you'll only be lying to yourself," he repeated the words Gobber had once told him, but when facing a similar struggle.

"Babe, I c-can still fe-el it," Astrid choked through heavy sobs. "There is a-an itch-h on my ha-and."

Hiccup kept his eyes from wandering to the bottom half of her missing left arm. If he wanted to convince her it was just a part of her, he'd have to treat it as such. He explained phantom pains to her as he reached for her prosthetic, made customly by himself.

"Remember what you always tried to tell me? That an axe was just an extension of yourself? Same rules apply here..."

Astrid turned away, not yet willing to accept her reality. She didn't return her gaze until she heard a click, and the sound of fabric being pulled away.

The chief was removing his foot. She had never seen the missing leg, the sight being shielded from her by large men trying to rush to the young boy's aid. She'd always been afraid to ask afterwards, the subject being a tense one; he had accepted his prosthetic, but not what lied beneath. Yet now here he was removing it to show her.

It was a bitter sight. Astrid couldn't help but stare at the mangled area. Hers was nowhere near as disturbed, being removed by a saw later on. The chief had major burns, as well as claw-shaped scars from where Toothless had removed the piece of shin. Had the dragon delayed, the limb would have never healed properly, and Hiccup wouldn't be alive.

"You'll be alright, I swear." His words brought her back from the images swirling about her head.

"I guess it's only fun if you get a scar out of it..." a shadow of her teenaged self filled her eyes, "...but only if it's a cool one like this, not ugly like yours!"

Astrid teased the chief as he stared at her, laughing.

"Mine at least has a cool story," he retaliated, pulling faces. She socked his arm.

"That's for being all philosophical when you should've just pulled jokes from the start," she laughed. Then, kissing him sweetly she said, "...and that's for everything else."

Together they walked out, as Hiccup promised to get a phantom ring for her to wear on her phantom hand, and that her lover her no matter how many limbs they lost between the two of 'em.

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