I'm so happy with how much you guys love this fan fiction! It's only been up a couple of days and already it's one of my most popular fan fictions that I've written! I love you guys! (But not really.) And just so you know, yes, I do take the time to answer most of your reviews. I like to keep in touch like that. It also lets my readers know that I'm listening.

Anyways, I've gotten over most of my cold, so that's good. Last time we met Isabella and learned what a horror she was. A lot of you wanted to punch her in the face. I would too. Today, we'll see what Hiccup thinks about her and what other insanities I can think of. This is for you, my loyal readers.

Disclaimer: I am not obsessed! Okay, so I've been writing two fan fictions on the movie and I'm planning at least two more, but you can't prove anything!

Chapter Four Hiccup

"You say good-bye, and I say hello! Hello! Hello! I don't know why you say good-bye, I say hello!"

I was hoping, as I walked away from that girl, that the others would leave me alone so I could gather my thoughts. But of course that wasn't possible. Fishlegs was right beside me constantly asking me why I didn't tell him this sooner. Snotlout trailed behind me, wondering how I "always got the girl." Tuffnutt and Ruffnutt were making a bet on whether or not we would really fall in love or not. It was very hard to ignore them because they all talked at once and in loud voices.

"Hey guys," I said eventually, stopping abruptly. "Do you think you could leave me alone for a while? I want to figure this out myself."

The others stared at me for a moment before they all mumbled something and slumped away. Only Toothless remained by my side, protectively. I was grateful for his company. I watched the others leave and I let out a long sigh.

I wanted to believe that everything would be okay. I really wanted to think that this was some horrible prank my father was pulling on me. I wanted to hope that I would be perfectly happy with this Isabella. But I couldn't. Somehow I just couldn't see myself ever being happy without Astrid. Sure, she was widely aggressive. Ok, she could be a little extreme at times with her emotions towards me. And yes, it took me forever for me to get her to start talking to me. And she would still punch me from time to time. But I didn't care. In fact, those were some of the things that I loved about her. I couldn't see myself being happy with any other girl.

"There's something about that girl that I don't like," Toothless said after a long moment.

"You too, huh?" I asked with a sigh, leaning against his side. "What am I supposed to do, Toothless? I can't run away, but I don't want to go through with this."

"You seemed fine with running away when you were keeping me a secret," Toothless pointed out.

"That was different," I told him, closing my eyes. "It was to protect you and the other dragons. If I run away now, it may cause more problems for everyone in Berk. This is supposed to be for the good of the tribe. I can't run away."

"Okay, I get it," Toothless growled. "Then what do we do?"

"I don't know."

We both sighed and slumped to the ground. I was starting to think that there really was nothing we could do. I was just supposed to shut up and let my father decide my life for me. Again. I opened my eyes. No. I wasn't going to let him control my life. Not this time.

I needed to talk to Isabella and get her on my side. I was sure that she didn't want to go through with this any more than I did. Maybe she, Astrid and I could figure a way out of this. We could convince our tribes that this was not the way to settle our differences (although it was better than fighting all the time). But I had just gotten Astrid to like me. I wasn't going to let that be ruined.

"Come on, Toothless," I told my dragon. "We're going to try and fix this."

"That's more like it," Toothless replied, grinning. "I knew there was no way you would give up so easily! So what's the plan anyways?"

"You and I are going to talk to Isabella and see if we can't get her to help us," I explained. "We can convince our tribes that this isn't right and there has to be some other way that they can make peace. With all of us working together, I'm sure we can come up with a plan."

"Good idea," Toothless nodded. "And if that doesn't work, I can always just eat them!"

"No."

We found Isabella in a field of flowers, brushing her hair and singing softly to herself. The smell of the flowers were intoxicating, and I had to pause a moment to stop my head from spinning. Then I took a step forward and tapped her lightly on the shoulder. She looked up, startled, and then smiled softly when she saw that it was only me.

"Hi, Hiccup!" she greeted. "I was just about to go look for you! What can I help you with?"

"Well Toothless and I were kind of hoping you could talk to your dad," I told her, rubbing the back of my neck. "We feel that there has to be another way to bring peace between our two tribes, and I'm sure you want to pick who you get to marry just as much as I do. I think if we combine forces we'll be able to fix this."

She stared at me wide eyed for a long time, before standing and giving me a pleasant smile.

"Of course, Hiccup," she replied sweetly. "I'd be happy to talk to my father. I'm sure he'll understand. And I wouldn't want to do anything to get between you and Astrid." When she spoke of Astrid, her expression darkened slightly, but I shrugged it off. I smiled and sighed with relief.

"Thanks, Isabella," I told her, giving her a quick hug. "You don't know how much this means to me!"

"Of course," she giggled. "In fact, I'll talk to him right now!"

She brushed herself off and started down the hill towards where the Skullheads were staying. I stared after her for a long moment before turning back to Toothless.

"That was kind of her," I told him. "I was afraid she wouldn't go through with it."

"I guess she's not as bad as I thought," Toothless agreed, nodding slightly. "Now what do we do?"

"Now we wait and hope," I replied. "Let's go tell Astrid. I'm sure she'll want to know about this too."

We found Astrid storming up the beach towards her own house. She looked terribly upset and I was half tempted to just leave and wait until she was less upset. But I really wanted to comfort her in some way. I turned to Toothless, unsure.

"Maybe we should wait until Isabella has actually talked to her father," I suggested. "I'd hate to get her hopes up for nothing. And she really looks like she doesn't want to talk right now."

"I wouldn't be too sure on that," Toothless replied, nodding in Astrid's direction. I turned around to see that she had spotted us and was making her way towards us, her expression warning me that I would be killed if I tried to run. I stood nervously until she was right in front of me and took a deep breath.

"Hey Astrid," I greeted her nervously. "What's wrong?"

"What makes you think that anything's wrong?" Astrid snapped at me. I flinched.

"Because the last time you glared like that, I was just declared the winner of dragon training," I told as gently as I could, taking a nervous step back in case she decided to attack me. But instead she let out a long sigh.

"It's your new fiancé," she growled. "She was practically threatening me a while back. And rubbing in my face that she would be marrying you."

"Isabella?" I asked. That couldn't be possible! She was so sweet and willing to help us. "Are you sure? She doesn't seem like the kind of person who would do that."

"Like you would know," Astrid snapped. "Of course she wants you to think that! That's part of her charade! To get everyone on her side. Trust me Hiccup; she's nothing but a witch."

"Are you sure that's not just paranoid jealousy talking?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow. She glared at me.

"I'm not paranoid!" she hissed. "And I'm definitely not jealous! Why would I make the whole thing up unless I was telling the truth?" I had to admit that Astrid was not one for lying. But it just seemed so unlikely that Isabella would do something horrible. She even agreed to talk to her father for us.

"Astrid, she's not a bad person," I reasoned gently. "She even agreed to help us out of this." Her eyes widened with surprise for half a second, and then she was frowning again.

"That's probably so you'll like her more easily," she argued. "She wants to look like she's on your side and she really wants you to be free from all of this when in fact it's just all part of her plan."

I shook my head in disbelief. "I'm sorry Astrid," I sighed. "But I'm having trouble believing you." But deep down, I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that Isabella wasn't all she seemed and it would open my father's eyes that this was all wrong. But I just couldn't believe that what Astrid was saying was true.

"Fine," Astrid snapped. "But when it turns out that I was right, I won't be here to tell you 'I told you so.'" Then she turned on her heel and stomped back up the hill towards her house, not looking back with her nose in the air. I stared after her helplessly. Toothless blinked and turned to me.

"Well that couldn't have gone any better," he said sarcastically.

"Maybe I shouldn't have said that," I sighed. "How am I supposed to fix things with her if she doesn't think I trust her?"

"I'm no expert," Toothless replied. "But apologizing would be a good start. But not right now," he added, staring up the hill after Astrid. "Give her some time to cool off. Then go talk to her."

"Thanks, Toothless," I told him, smiling slightly.

"Anytime, Hiccup."

I'm gonna stop right there because honestly, I'm not sure where to go from there in this chapter. Instead, we'll pick up again in the next chapter and we'll go back to Astrid's view point. Could she be right? Is Isabella really plotting her downfall? Of course she is!

Now, the good news is that my classes are all finished, which means I'll have more time to update. The bad news is that I'll mostly be updating a different fan fiction called Super Smash Bros Christmas Carol. I started it last year, but I haven't worked on it for a long time now. I'll try to update this one too, but I'll mostly be working on my Christmas Carol.