Three days passed since Hiccup found Astrid on the ship. He was in rage when he saw her laying a pool of her her own blood. Now back at Berk, he returns to his job as chief. Valka spent most of her time mending to Astrid's wounds, checking her pulse to see if her heart was still beating, and keeping her hydrated. Valka began fearing that they were loosing her. Astrid hasn't responded to any of their calls; not even to Hiccup's voice. Her hair was still down from that day when she was captured, the clean bandages that covered her wound began soaking up with blood again. Valka sighed, knowing that the wound wasn't going to heal up very fast. The door of the small hut opened slowly.

"How is she?" Was all Hiccup could say as he entered the small room.

"This is the third day Hiccup, "Paused Valka, choking up, "I'm afraid she's not going to make it passed today."

"She has to!" Hiccup yelled, tears flowing down his face, "She just has to!"

"I know how you feel, Hiccup." Valka placed her hand on her son's shoulder, "Sometimes these things happen. I felt the same when your father died."

"I don't want to lose anyone again . . ." Hiccup cried, his tears falling endlessly down his cheeks, "You, Astrid, and Toothless are all I have left."

"I understand, Hiccup."

"I know you do, mom."

Astrid's fingers began twitching, her breathing started to become stable, her chest rising and falling normally, her moans of pain escaped her cracked lips, and her eyelid began to flutter open.

"H-hiccup?" She called.

Hiccup's eyes widened, he turned his head to see her laying there. More tears fell from his green eyes; he was so happy that she wasn't dead.

"Astrid!" He exclaims, "You're awake."

"I feel like I'm dreaming." She responded.

He ran up to the right side of the bed, he kissed her forehead softly, and placed his warm hand against her cold cheek.

"It's not a dream." He smiled, looking at her straight in the eye, "I'm so glad you're alright."

Astrid's eyes filled up with tears. The warmth of his hand began to warm her cheek.

"Hiccup," Paused Astrid, finally letting go of the tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry you had to find me in that mess.

"Don't worry about it." Hiccup replied.

"What matters now is that you're awake, safe, and recovering." Added Valka, giving Astrid a small smile.

Astrid glanced up to see the tall older woman in the room.

"Thank you for protecting him, Valka."

"It's my job," Valka giggled a little, "I'm his mother."

Astrid grinned, feeling the sharp pain in her chest. She let out a loud groan.

"Don't strain yourself," Paused Valka, "You were hurt pretty badly."

"I remember all that blood." Astrid replied; she inhaled deeply as the pain grew more intense, "Stormfly! Is she okay?!"

"A small scratch on her tail, but we took care of it." Hiccup paused with a slight nod, "She's in the stables recovering . . . Toothless refuses to leave her side actually."

"Thank Gods!" Astrid exhaled.

"You should probably eat something and get more rest." Valka said, before walking out of the room, "I will be back with some food."

She left the two of them in the bedroom alone. Astrid glanced at the brown wooden panels that kept the hut standing. Her eyes were then drawn towards Hiccup. He smiled at her, gently took a hold of her hand with his.

"I'm glad you're alive, Astrid." He kissed her forehead.

"I'm glad to see you, Hiccup." Replied Astrid.

"I understand the reason you went to find us."

"Snotlout tried to stop me, but I didn't listen to him."

Hiccup pressed his lips against her pale skinned forehead once again.

"He understands why you left," Paused Hiccup," I talked things over with him."

"I need to apologize to him." Breathed Astrid, "Gods, I feel horrible."

Hiccup squeezed her hand softly, hoping she wouldn't feel it. But, she did, she glanced into his olive green eyes.

"What's wrong, Hiccup?" She asked him, with a tone of sadness in her voice.

"Astrid," Hiccup began, he bit his lower lip before letting out a soft sigh, "I thought you were never gonna wake up. I thought I was gonna be alone. I never want to feel like that again."

"Hiccup, even if I didn't wake up; you're never alone." Astrid smiled at him, "I would still be cheering you on. You also have your mother and Toothless. Hiccup . . ."

He looked her in the eyes again.

"The last thing I remember is calling your name." She finished her sentence.

"Astrid."

"I know you hate seeing others in pain." She paused again, rubbing his hand with her thumb, "I understand the same pain. I hate seeing you in distress and in pain. You might not realise that you bottle up your emotions when you see someone in pain. I guess it means you want to be strong for the person. But . . . It's okay to let it go, Hiccup. Let those emotions out or they will chew at you until the day it forces it out."

"You're right, I do need to be better at that." He smiled back at her.