Okay, so I was thinking of doing something. If, I get good reviews, I will do start doing Dragon's POV. Or I'll just do it anyways. Oh well, I'll surprise you guys.
I hear whispers around me. Why are people whispering, we kind of sort of live here now. I attempt to open my eyes, but they seem to be glued shut almost. I let out a groan that sounds more animal than human. Almost dragon, I'd say. I succeed in opening my eyes and the scene around me is almost humorous. We're in a small room, about the size of our living room at home, with about fifteen to twenty people. Astounding, really, that so many people can fit into a room this size and… I don't know why I'm here.
"What the hell happened?" Rebecca grumbles from a bed parallel to mine.
"What she said," I grumble. I decide I don't want to sit up because of laziness and I look at the people surrounding my bed. There's only really Dragon. I beam at him. He gives me a worried smile in return and my own smile fades. I put my hand to my forehead and instead of acne ridden skin; I feel a smooth bandage that's a little moist.
"You two fell out of the sky, in the middle of town too," the grand chief of Berk says explaining. Well, if we fell out of the sky, we might as well have fallen in the middle of town. "Gave yourselves a nasty smack."
"How long were we out?" I grumble, still feeling drowsy.
"Around six weeks," my boyfriend says quietly.
"Six weeks?!" I screech. Everyone in the room nods. Everyone gets an award for knowing how to calm down a hysterical teen, I think sarcastically.
"If we were out six weeks that means…" Rebecca begins, stating her thoughts out loud. We all look at her, although she's staring into space, lost in the fantasy of her thoughts.
"Why are you so quiet?" I ask in a more normal voice.
She looked up at me and smiled, and I swear whenever she does that, it sends chills down my spine but reminds me of the sweetest and most innocent child you'll ever see.
"Okay, Rebecca? You're creeping me out." I give her a weak smile.
"August." I think about all the important events in August, but the only thing that comes to mind is her birthday.
"How'd you know?" Hiccup asks her.
She taps her-not unlike mine-bandage covered skull. "Math, sweetheart." She pauses to think for a moment. "What day is it?"
"What happened to 'math'?" Astrid says in a snarky voice. I glare at her and she glares back. My vision goes yellow for a moment and Astrid looks scared, then everything is normal again.
"I have a head injury," Rebecca spits out, interrupting mine and Astrid's staring contest. "Math only works up until certain points when you're like this."
"Twenty-third, why?" Fishlegs says, looking slightly pale at the outbreak. I now know why Rebecca wanted to know the date. August. Her birthday. I look at her and smile to find that she is doing the same thing.
"Why?" asked a very confused Dragon. No one gives him an answer, so I just look at him and beam. He beams back and there's another reason why I love my boyfriend.
"Who the hell changed my clothes?!" Rebecca screams from her bed. It makes me jump it little, but I check under my blanket and notice that I'm no longer in my Dauntless outfit. I frown and look at Dragon. He shrugs. I looked around to see who could've done it, when a healing woman pushed past the horde of Vikings. "It was just me girls, don't worry."
Rebecca lets out a sigh of relief. "Sorry," she mutters. She looks at her hands when her eyes widen and her hands fly to her hair. "Where'd my hair go?" she asks no one in particular. She looks at me with and her face twists into disbelief. The colour drains from her face and my eyes widen because I have no clue what's happening.
"Oh no," she breathes. I notice her hair is pulled into an intricate braid and the light from the window illuminates it.
"Your-your hair," I stutter. She hates having it like that. She only agrees on ponytails. No braids.
"It's braided, isn't it?" she says sadly. I nod. "So is yours." I should have guessed earlier but this catches me by surprise. I hate having my hair all fancy too. I prefer a simple, high, ponytail. I stare at my hands and Dragon sits on my bed and whispers in my ear.
"I like it." I turn and smile wryly before giving him a quick kiss.
"Why's our hair braided?" Rebecca asks, again, to no one in particular. The healing lady walks over to Rebecca's side and unwraps her bandages deftly and gently as to not disturb her still healing head.
"It's a part of her culture. It shows that you're unmarried." She leans down and directs Rebecca view point to somewhere else and murmurs something to her, but I don't catch it.
"Is my head okay?" Rebecca asks the old woman.
"It's-it's healing." I feel the blood rush out of my head, worrying for my injured sister.
"How long until it's completely healed?" Rebecca asks calmly.
"Maybe, two, three more weeks?" I calm down a bit knowing that it will only be about half the time we've been out for her healing.
"Why doesn't she have any boo-boos?" Rebecca suddenly asks in her four-year-old voice, while pointing at me and staring with a pouty lip. I have to swallow down laughter since I want to know the answer too, although the healer doesn't.
"She was closer to the ground, about a house up. But you," she looks at Rebecca pointedly. "You were two houses up. You are lucky. Most would have died." I feel my stomach twist. I look at my best friend to see if she's okay, but she just stares at the VM thing. "When will we be able to go home?" she asks, looking back up at the woman.
"I guess today, but no flying for a week. Both of you," she says looking at me for the first time. I smile warily but get up, too quickly though. I stand up beside my bed but almost fall back down, mostly from the fact that I suffered a head injury, and my low blood pressure. I lean on Rebecca until the dizziness goes away, and we make or way to our now permanent home.
We get home a few minutes later and we're greeted by two flurries of excitement. One lands in my face and I pick up my little Terror that was gifted to me by Dragon and hug her.
"So," Rebecca says.
"So?" I ask, needing some specificity.
"Chicken?" she asks while turning getting the stove prepped, probably already knowing my answer. I smile and nod. I head for the couch and lie down, with Sarafine still in my hands. I put her on my chest and she curls up, with her paws under her head, and the rest of her body stretched out towards my feet. I feel a pang of sadness. This is what my cat used to do. Except she would shed all over me.
I end up waiting twenty minutes for the chicken to finish cooking. Rebecca brings over a plate for me and I immediately dig in, realizing how hungry I am after six weeks. I scarf almost all of it down within a few minutes, and as I am finishing the chicken, Rebecca speaks up.
"So no going back?"
I laugh, to put a damper on the mood. "Nope." She looks out the window wearily. "Bed time."
I almost coke on my chicken. Time flies fast. "What?"
"Bed time, come one." Rebecca takes her plate over to the counter and I shove the rest of my chicken in my mouth. I stomp up the stairs, grumbling the whole way up. I walk swifter and quieter as I reach my room, because there's no point in stomping. I crawl into bed and Sarafine curls up by me and we fall asleep.
I wake up to the sound of time and space ripping, and I figure Rebecca must have used the VM again. I consider yelling at her but realize that the healer said nothing about going through dimensions. Only 'no flying'. I make my way downstairs quietly, like a child on Christmas, and find a nice hot bowl of cookie and cream flavoured oatmeal. I squeal, snatch the bowl form the counter and run over to the couch. I curl up in the corner and begin to furiously shove spoonful's of oatmeal into my mouth. Rebecca just calmly takes some fruit that was on the counter and sits on the opposite end of the couch.
"You like it?" she asks me, grinning. I bob my head up and down. It's been a while since I've had some of this.
"Where'd you get it?" I ask, as I shove another bit of oatmeal into my mouth.
She points at her watch. "This." She sets her fruit down, and I take a few grapes and pop them in my mouth, just as there's a knock at the door. I walk over and open it, to find two boys standing there, looking slightly bewildered.
"Are you Roby?" the one with the hair colour that looks exactly like mine asks.
"Who wants to know?" I ask them, crossing my arms over my chest. He looks at his friend, who is about five inches taller than him, about Rebecca's height really, for help.
"We were assigned to live here with Roby and Rebecca." I blink in surprise.
"A-alright. Come in." I make way so they can enter my home. They got to the kitchen, still looking around at the room in amazement, when the boy that had my hair colour, and actually looked almost exactly like me too-same brown eyes, same brown hair, same lip formation, same nose- looked me in the eye and said, "I bet you can't take me." Instead of freaking out, I curled my hands into fists and raised my lip into a snarl. "Really now?" I punch him in the jaw and he lets out a small yelp. Reagan jumps between us and glares at me, but I just kick him in the shins. It proves ineffective, since I'm wearing soft shoes.
"Who are these guys?" she asks as she eyes our new housemates curiously.
"Um, I'm Reagan," the one that is about Rebecca's height and is shockingly almost identical to her speaks up. "And he's Robyn."
"Okay, but why are you here?" Rebecca splays her hands and asks them in a very serious manner.
"Berk's population doubled and we were each assigned a housemate, or in our case, housemates," Reagan explains. Robyn is still holding his jaw and sending my venomous looks. I smirk.
"So, in the thirty seconds I was upstairs, Berk's population magically doubled?" Reagan nods. Rebecca puts her head in her hands. She starts shaking her head. Then she stops and grabs Reagan's arm and pushes back his sleeve, revealing a watch. The watch that Q gave Rebecca.
"What is this?" she asked.
"N-nothing. Just something from home. Why?"
"Because I have the same one." She rolls back her own sleeve, revealing her VM. We stand there for a moment until Rebecca keeps the ball rolling.
"Roby, what did you do to the poor boy?"
"He said I couldn't take him, so I showed him different." I glare at Robyn.
"And then my brother stopped us from starting anything," Robyn says as he glares back at me.
"Well, Roby, I have some bad news," says Rebecca as she speaks quickly. "That boy you just punched is you, but as the opposite gender." My eyes widen and my jaw drops. "So you're telling me," Robyn and I speak in synch. "That he/she is me?!" There's a knock and the door and Rebecca rushes to get it. I quickly turn and lunge and Robyn, and it seems like he had the same idea. Reagan grabs his waist, picks him up and continues holding him until Rebecca gets back, since she'll be held responsible for me.
"We might have a small itty bitty problem," says Rebecca perkily.
"What?" I ask.
"We don't have enough rooms," she says sadly. I began to work out solutions in my head.
"They can sleep in my room and we can sleep in your room."
"Sounds good," Rebecca says agreeably. "What do you guys think?"
"Okay, let's get settled in," Reagan says as he drags the cursing and spitting Robyn up the stairs. Rebecca crosses her arms and I follow suit.
"We are pretty cute," Rebecca says quietly, still looking at the stairs.
"I know."