Last chapter! Wow, that was quite a journey, eh? I'm sorry about how boring this story is getting now, I didn't plan the ending along with the rest of it and then I lost my playlist with all the songs on it. Anyway, Bryn is banished from Berk. What next?

She looked over the tightly-packed houses, the feeling of guilt like a solid stone in her stomach, weighing her down, making her feel quite sick. On the docks, a gaggle of Vikings were pounding together a few planks, creating a rather ramshackle looking boat. It was tiny, barely big enough for a child to lie down in, with a splintered old tree branch for a mast. However, a boat was a boat, and the fact that they were kind enough to give her one was enough for her.

She turned her head back to the pile of fabric in her lap. Her sewing skills were shoddy at best, the seams never quite looking straight, the stitching erratic and uneven. In fact, as she looked down the seam, she found that she had actually changed the stitch she was using half-way through. She could really use a lesson from Hiccup, she thought to herself, seeing as he'd stitched together his dragon's saddle by hand. However, a sail was a sail, and if it worked, it didn't matter how it looked. She looked down to the docks again, then back up to the quadrilateral fabric in her hands. There was one thing she was missing.

Standing up, she gathered all of the sail in her arms and bustled off into the village, heading for the timber stack at the other end of town. Then, it occurred to her that perhaps carrying the sail all the way with her was just going to slow her down, so she carefully placed the old, moth-eaten, scratchy cloth at the gates to the dockside before jogging away and leaving it behind.

She found Astrid at the wood stack, choosing some wide discs of wood to fashion into targets. As she noticed the warrior, Bryn hung her head and quietly stepped behind her. However, Astrid wasn't stupid. She reached out and took Bryn's arm, pulling her towards the discs she was trying to choose from.

"Which do you think is the best?" She asked confidently, looking across at the girl she had once fought.

Bryn stuttered slightly as she said, "I don't know... What are you looking for in the target? Thicker oak is more durable, but thin pine splinters and makes a nice explosion."

Astrid nodded, stroking her chin. "And what about you? What are you here for?"

"A gaff-arm for my boat." She replied quietly, looking sheepish under Astrid's confused stare. "It holds the top of the sail up. I don't know what you guys call it. It's not like what you have on your ships, though. You'll see later."

"In that case, you'll be looking for something strong, right?" Astrid paced over to a pile of thin pine boughs, selecting one and passing it over as though it were a toy. "Springy and flexible, but it might break. Be careful with it."

"How much will it cost?" Bryn took out a notepad and charcoal, smiling eagerly.

"Usually... a couple of eggs. Why? You can't pay for it!"

"I will, trust me." Bryn winked, snatched up the gaff-arm and dashed away, leaving a bemused Astrid behind her, blinking in her wake.

"By the power vested in me, Stoick the Vast, as chief of the Hooligan tribe, I hereby banish you, Brynhild, from our island, our skies and our shores. If you step foot on the land of Berk again, you will suffer the consequences of your actions. You have accepted that you are solely responsible for your actions leading up to this and your actions hereafter. Go in peace now and never return."

Bryn hung her head as Stoick gave his speech. Her little boat bobbed excitedly on the minimal swell, the mast waving cheerfully back and forth at the amassed crowd. However, she didn't feel upset. In fact, considering that it was death or this, she accepted it whole-heartedly. However, there was a knot in her stomach as she remembered that her best friend wouldn't be coming with her. Blueflame was staying behind in his makeshift grave and she could never come back to see him again.

Hiccup and his friends were gathered just behind their chief, watching the exchange sorrowfully as Stoick commanded her to raise her sail. Bryn looked up, a smirk on her face and a glimmer in her eye, drawing confused looks from onlookers.

"Astrid, I told you I'd show you this later. Watch!" She chuckled, grabbing a mouldy-looking piece of rope and hauling hard. The arm raised to the top of the mast, bringing the sail up with it, and then she leant back, lifteing her long leg and kicking the dockside, casting off. The sail filled, twirling the tiny boat around. Astrid marvelled at it, a sail like she'd never seen, like a triangle with the top cut off. Bryn gave a cheery wave as she placed herself down on the high side, dropping a board of wood down a slit in the centre of the boat to create a keel and steady the raft.

Hiccup chuckled. "You gotta admit, she did good with what she had."

The crowd quickly dispersed as the tiny boat disappeared into the vast ocean, leaving a long, white tail in it's wake. Fishlegs watched, his brow furrowed in thought, considering something, but as soon as Hiccup went to ask what it might be, he turned on his heel and left. The chief's son stared after him a moment before following on, curiosity getting the better of him. If Fishlegs was hiding something, he knew he had to find out what it was.

Fishlegs crept into his house, swallowed by the blackness for a second before he came out again, a wriggling bundle clutched to his chest and Meatlug following on behind, lowing quietly.

"Now now, Meatlug, don't fuss. Everything's fine." He reached up and hauled himself into the saddle with one arm, holding on as his Gronkle fluttered up into the air and away from Berk, following the white trail of Bryn's ship. Hiccup scowled, turning to find his own dragon so that he could find out just what his friend was up to.

Meatlug gave a warbling growl as they caught up with the ramshackle boat. Fishlegs looked over his shoulder to be sure that no-one was following him, then directed his dragon down towards the runaway.

"Bryn! Wait up a minute!" He called, waving his free arm until the Gronkle wobbled in the air and he had to grab on to stop himself sliding into the sea. He grinned as she looked up curiously, a certain sorrow in her eyes.

"What are you doing here? You should be back on Berk, not following and outcast." She berated.

"Look, I know it's probably too soon, but... You need a dragon to go with you, and I have the perfect one for you. Meatlug had babies a few months ago and... well, I wanted you to have one. You know, to keep you company." He unravelled the blanket in his arms to reveal the bright, bulbous, shining yellow eyes of a baby Gronkle, squawking and squeaking and wriggling out of his hands. He gathered it up and passed it, blanket and all, to Bryn, who stared down at it in surprise.

"I... I don't know what to say..." She stuttered, stroking its shiny grass green hide. It immediately cuddled up onto her lap and yawned.

"You don't have to say anything. Just promise you'll take care of him for me."

"I promise..." She breathed, then smiled up genuinely, her eyes shining. "Thank you..."

With a simple wave farewell, Fishlegs turned back to Berk, catching sight of Hiccup and knowing that he would have to at least explain himself to the chief's son. However, the warm glow in his chest made him feel like he could do it easily.

Bryn looked down at the Gronkle falling asleep on her lap, giving a small giggle. "I've learnt my lesson, little one, and I shall protect you from any harm. I won't let anything happen to you, not ever. That, I promise with all my heart." Smirking, she tickled him behind his tiny, floppy ear-flaps. "I shall call you Little Chunky. You like that?"

She shifted her position, altering her sails slightly, then chuckled as her new dragon wriggled and squealed on her lap. "Come, Little Chunky. We have adventures waiting."

Done! Waaaay! That's it. The end. Fin. Stay tuned for more! You can see what's coming up if you go check out my profile. Also, don't go away! I'll be uploading a taster of my next story on the end of this one. That's all for now, thank you for all the support!

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