A/N: Okay guys, just saw How To Train Your Dragon 2 ... and my mind ... was BLOWN AWAY. These are the words I'll use to describe it:
AWESOME. HUMOUROUS. DRAMATIC. HEART WRENCHING. AMAZING.
One of the THE BEST SEQUELS of any movie, most likely the BEST SEQUEL in my opinion. I swear, there are moments that will make you cry, be ready! And OMG, the Hiccstrid? Loved it! Hopefully in the 3rd movie they will have a wedding and if they do, I will just burst with happiness!
Anyway, this chapter is right after I've seen the movie as it has inspired me on new levels, and right now, I cannot wait until the 3rd one on June 17th 2016. I had high expectations for this film and it definitely surpassed all of them.
I urge you guys to see it because it is now The BEST MOVIE I'VE EVER SEEN! NO LIE.
P.S: The language will start getting more mature at the end of this chapter and there will be those words in later chapters as well. Just a small warning.
"So, nice of you to lead me back to my cell ... all alone" Hiccup said with a grin. The two Vikings were long gone from the Great Hall and were now walking up the stairs that led to the prison; a modest building of the same size as Stoick's house, with six holding cells and a chair posted at the entrance for the guard to rest on.
"Don't try anything if you know what's good for ya" Astrid winked back at him. They had stayed in relative silence for most of the walk, the now public knowledge of her engagement still fresh on their minds.
"Really? I don't see any big, frightening guards who can snap me in half. I only see a beautiful, young Valkyrie."
"Well then, you clearly haven't met me prisoner" she said the last word in a fun tone, and Hiccup knew where this was going.
"Ha, what would a young woman such as yourself, know who I am ... I am Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, branded traitor of Berk. I ride the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself ... the fearsome Night Fury. I have faced and vandalized the vicious Outcasts, trumped the Berserkers armada, survived the torture of the legendary Roman Legion, encountered the infamous Screaming Death and have been on the run from the law for five, long and hard years" he proclaimed. She laughed at the act he was putting up, even though everything he said was true, but he said it in the way that sought-after travelers tell little children their adventures in each village they visit.
"Yes ... I've heard the tales. How a mysterious Dragon Rider, atop of a Night Fury, tore through the skies ... the terrifying shriek it produced was the only way you knew it was coming ... a noise that sends thieves back into their shadows, Marauders back into the pitiful camps, Outcasts back to their desolate rocks, a noise that could make pirates turn high-tail and run, warn the Berserker armada of their impending defeat ... you've built quite the reputation in the Archipelagos" she commented. They were now at the prison and were in front of Hiccup's cell. Hiccup heard the chiming of the keys on the key ring, and soon felt his cuffs go loose and fall to the ground. He turned to see Astrid placing the keys back on her belt.
"Are you sure you should be doing that? I could try and make a break for it" he said, rubbing away the marks of the cuffs.
"I'll take my chances ... besides, I know a bit more about your repertoire than most people" she said, while he turned around, facing her.
"Really? This ought to be interesting." They were deep in their "play-acting" now and there wasn't any way to stop, because both of them knew what the outcome of this scenario might be, and they wanted to build up the atmosphere.
"I heard about the woman who was sent to find you" she said with a smirk.
"And do you know her personally?"
"I have a very good idea of her ... anyway, she went through a lot to find him, I think possibly, the third Dragon Rider to be."
"Third? I've never heard of a second one" Hiccup said turning around and walking into his cell, still in "character".
"Did you forget about your former partner ... Ripper Bonemould?" Hiccup loved this. He had his back turned to her and tensed his shoulders to make it more believable. "Ah ... you did" she said in a sly voice, walking towards him.
"I have no idea what you're talking about" he said, turning around to face her and she stopped right in front of him, an inch from his face.
"Oh, I think you do" she said, running her hand along his jawline, before removing it and taking, small, slow steps around him.
"Ripper, best friend of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, helped him keep the secret of the Night Fury and escaped with him as well, to a village in the southeast ... Sharkslane Village, does it ring any bells?" she asked, giving him that seductive smile with that gleam in her eyes that he loved.
"Can't say I haven't heard of the village" he said, folding his arms across his chest.
"Oh, you're hiding more than you're letting on ... he helped you escape and you two fled together into the sunset" she said, right behind him now.
"You're making it sound like a love story" Hiccup said with a laugh.
"But it becomes one" she said, with a small sad sigh, which was how she felt at what she was about to say and at the same time, it was still in character.
"You landed on Sharkslane, and Ripper fell head over heels for the Chief's daughter, a girl named Heather" she said, now on his side, continuing her slow walk around him, as if this was an interrogation.
"Women, the only thing that vexes men on this Thor forsaken world" Hiccup sighed, shaking his head.
"You landed in that village only a few days after you left Berk ... and I heard reports that you stayed there for four years but then left suddenly" she said, her face getting a bit serious.
"Yes, and I think you know the reason why."
"Because Ripper had married her ... and I heard you couldn't take it seeing him with a girl" she said slowly and sadly stopping in front of him. When she looked up she saw the same expression on his face.
"It reminded me of the life ... or fantasy, I should say, of the girl that stole my heart when I was in Berk and from then on, I knew I was still trapped in the past, my feelings for her would never fade and I couldn't handle seeing Ripper happy, no matter how much it sounds like jealousy, I just couldn't" he shook his head, looking down.
"But she came looking for you ... tasked with the job of bringing back the only person who could help her village with the dragon raids" she said, stopping right in front of him, "but that was probably the best thing that ever happened to her" she said, turning away from him and walking to the only window in the room that allowed the moon's light to shine through. "She went on her own soul-searching journey, learning who she really was and what the dragons really were ... and that was when she met him" Hiccup began to take slow steps towards her.
"The same person she betrayed after he thought he could trust her ... she had ruined his life, was the cause of his pain and..." Hiccup could see her shoulders tremble a bit and her arms moving to hold herself, and he heard a soft, but distinct sob. The realization of her marrying Snotlout had just hit her and now she and Hiccup were looking back upon the past, especially her since she will always wonder how things would have turned out if she didn't run back to the village that faithful day. While deep in thought, Hiccup came up to her and turned her around, placing his hand under her cheek and lifting her face up.
"She also stirred up the belief that was lost in him ... the belief that in just some way, Vikings and dragons could live together in peace. She risked so much to try and find him and opened her eyes to see what he began to see five years ago ... and it was that fascination for the unknown that made him realize that there was hope for Berk yet" he pulled her closer, arm snaking around her waist, and his other hand moving from her chin to the back of her neck, tilting her head in such a way, that he stopped when he saw the silver light of the moon sparkle against her eyes.
She could feel the tears in her eyes cease when he looked at her like that. That night in his smithy in Sharkslane, not once had he given her this look. Those emerald green eyes of his weren't displaying a love that she had experienced physically on that day ... they were displaying determination, hope, strength; a will that would never be crushed by the largest obstacle. He was sending one message through those eyes and they were enough to make her weak in the knees.
"But ... she also brought out something that he fought so hard to keep down, something that he was trying to kill inside of him; she showed him that his emotions were never in the wrong girl, all he had to do was wait" he said, wiping away a lone tear from her eye with his thumb "and his past caught up with him for the better" he said closing his eyes and capturing her lips with his. Astrid did the same, moving her hands from his chest and wrapping them around his neck, bringing him in closer, never wanting him to leave.
He pushed her back gently against the wall and as much as it seemed like she was in a weak position now, she was always ecstatic when he had control as he would display limitless amounts of love without going overboard against her. He removed his lips from hers and immediately started placing kisses along her jawline and moving down to her neck.
And just to keep up their 'playacting', "You ... do know she's ... a bride-to-be, right? Her groom ... will not hesitate ... to have him killed" she moaned through his feather kisses along all her sensitive spots on her neck.
"Well then ... she obviously doesn't know ... she's one ... of a kind ... and worth ... dying for" he whispered the last part so seductively into her ear that she had to tighten her hold on his neck to prevent from falling; and it didn't help when he brought his mouth to her pulse and sucked on it, emanating a loud gasp and sight moans from the Valkyrie. However, through this little playacting that was going, she discovered something in his voice, a piece of information that opened all her primordial floodgates ... he wanted her. He had never used that tone in the smithy on Sharkslane, but here, using that deep, husky voice, he had succumbed to his primal emotions and she knew that he was trying so hard to hold himself back.
But she wanted him as well, and tonight she was determined to release him.
She raised her right leg, hoping he would catch on. Almost instantly, she felt his hand grab the underside of her thigh and lift it up. The same was with the other leg and now she had her legs wrapped around his waist, back against the wall and a whole load of Hiccup in front of her. Knowing he's perfectly capable of holding her up, she removed her hands from his neck to his front leather armour and began to undo the straps, lips still busy with each other's.
"Astrid! Hiccup!" they heard a voice yell and their session ground to a halt. They ceased their kissing and rested foreheads against each other, Hiccup still holding her, and taking deep breaths to calm down. Only after about a half a minute did they look to see the Chief and Gobber staring them with wide eyes, the latter glancing his head every few seconds to the entrance of the prison, making sure no one was on their way.
"What do you think you're doing!?" asked Stoick, gaze directed at Astrid.
"What does it look like? I'm making out with the man I love" she answered bluntly, still regaining the oxygen she had spent well in their session.
"Do you two realize the trouble you could have gotten into? Especially you Hiccup ... you missed the death penalty because it takes all the counsel members to agree for a decision to be made and only three members voted against the death penalty" he warned the two of them. "Just imagine if it was any other person who walked in here instead of us ... what would have happened then?" he continued.
"So you're not going to do your duty as Chief and report this to Snotlout?" asked Hiccup, turning his gaze to him.
"Stoick would like to talk with ye Hiccup" Gobber said, before his friend could say something he might regret.
"Astrid, please go home, your parents are worried on where you are" Stoick said, glancing at his possible niece.
"I have to go, unfortunately" she said with a chuckle to Hiccup.
"We were so close again" he said, referring to the night in Sharkslane. He carefully let go of her legs and moved his hands back to her waist, giving her one last kiss on her lips, not caring his father or Gobber were there to see. "Goodnight" he said, moving back reluctantly.
"Goodnight" replied Astrid, who was also reluctant to leave. Hiccup never took his eyes off of her until she was out of sight.
"Gobber, go and make sure she gets home" Stoick said, and his friend knew he wanted to speak to Hiccup alone.
"Alrighty then, but I want to see the both of you intact when I see you again" he said, before leaving. As soon as he left, a wave of uncomfortable silence descended on the two men in the prison. Hiccup had closed his cell's gate, effectively having a barrier between him and his father.
"Hiccup ... we need to talk" Stoick started.
"Oh ... nothing ever good happens after you say those five words" Hiccup remarked, lying down on his bed, and looking at the ceiling instead of Stoick.
"What you did with Astrid was extremely reckless and uncalled for ... "
"Great, you've come here to give me a lecture of how I always mess things up. This day is definitely getting better" he snapped. Stoick on the other hand was able to keep a calm tone despite his son's interruptions.
"What if Snotlout, Spitelout, or any other person walked in here and saw what you two were about to do? You would have been sent to be hanged and it would have tarnished Astrid's reputation as well" he said.
"Oh please ... the village would have come up with a story of how I tied her up and tried to take her" Stoick sighed at his son's stubbornness, but he was expecting this to happen. Hiccup wouldn't listen at first, if not for a while, but he had to get through to him.
"Hiccup, I know what's going on between you two" he said.
"Give the man a medal for coming to the stunning conclusion of two people being in love after he's seen them making out" Hiccup said, rolling his eyes as well.
"I mean before that, Hiccup. I saw how you two looked defeated when Gobber and I came to take you to your trial" this got Hiccup to move his gaze to his father. "That look you two had when staring at each other, was the same look I remember seeing on your mother during our young years when we were completely alone and that was when I realized you two were clearly in love ... and after hearing Spitelout's announcement of the engagement, I realized why you two were so depressed"
"What's it to you? You never cared about my emotions for fifteen years and only now all of a sudden you're taking an interest in them?" Hiccup snapped, pushing himself up, sitting on the edge of his bed and staring with, what Stoick assumed, was hatred in his eyes.
"Hiccup, please ... "
"No, you listen this time!" he snapped, standing up and walking over to the iron gate. "I tried so hard to live up to your expectations, tried so hard to show you I was a Viking ... and like everyone else, you berated me for the things I screwed up, never acknowledging I was only trying to become one of you ... and you were not afraid to show your displeasure with me in front of the entire village, were not afraid to embarrass me and definitely not afraid to disown me as your son. How was that day anyway? Must have felt a load lift off your shoulders huh?" he asked his father. Stoick had been expecting this outburst, but he never expected it to hurt so much. However, it was now he realized how Hiccup felt when he was on the receiving end and he couldn't believe he did that to him.
But Hiccup wasn't done.
"You didn't even know how I felt when I went to bed and cried myself to sleep, silently wishing what I could do to earn your respect, wishing that I would be loved by you guys instead of hated ... " he took a few deep breaths to calm down from his outburst. He looked to see his father hanging his head low, and he could have sworn he heard a sniffle.
"The two reasons I'm here on this Thor-forsaken rock is because of the dragons and the other is because of ... her. Otherwise, I wouldn't have given a second thought about all of you and would have remained in my house far, far away from here" he said, turning back to lie down on his bed.
"What happened when she found you?" Stoick asked suddenly.
"What?"
"She was gone for a total of two weeks and I know for a fact she's too good a tracker to take that long ... what happened when she found you?" he asked again.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Because it could help me understand what you two have been through"
Hiccup knew what his father was doing but he didn't know why. Why only now would he try and get to know him? He was going to find out.
"How about you tell me why now, after I nearly received the death penalty, only after you've seen my sadness at Astrid's engagement, have you decided to take an interest in my life?"
"Because it's time I started to. Believe it or not, I was devastated at what I did to you after you left. I was never the same ... I had lost the last member of my family, and it was all my fault. I pushed you away, son. Like you said, I never seemed to care about you, thought of you as a ... disgrace. But when you left, I never had the will to perform my duties, never came outside of the house, and when I did ... it was to walk on our trails we took through the forest when you were small. And what you're going through right now, maybe I can ... help" he explained.
This was a lot for Hiccup to take in. His estranged father had just offered to help him in his dilemma with the upcoming marriage. Could this actually be true? Could his father really care for him now?
"I was furious when she found me. When she arrived through the only passage to my house, I knocked her out and tied her up, waiting to interrogate her once she awoke. I was so mad when she told me why she came ... to ask for my help on your behalf, to help with the dragon raids. I made her feel horrible, made her believe it was her fault for all those deaths that happened after I left, telling her that if I stayed, things would have been different for the better. But then I cut her free and told her if she wanted me to come back, she would have to beat me in combat. She said she wouldn't fight me, but I still attacked her ... and I almost killed her" he said sadly, a tear escaping his eye at the memory.
Stoick didn't say a word, silently encouraging him to continue on with what happened. Although he was quite shocked when he said he tried to kill her. Clearly he harboured more anger than he thought.
"Toothless stopped me from killing her, convincing me that it wasn't worth it and that if I did, I would never be the same man again. So I got up and left to clear my thoughts, but she followed me and confessed about her feelings, how she blamed herself for what she did, for telling you ... and she broke down crying in front of me. It was then I realized she meant everything she said because no one would be have been able to fake what she was doing. I forgave her and that opened a new perception of her, the new person she had become in my eyes from the Astrid I remembered five years ago"
"The next day she asked me if I would come back and help, but I told her that I was skeptical about all of you and that you couldn't ever change. But she pressed on, telling me that it wasn't all of you that were asking for my help, but she was ... and she left me to think about it, but as she wandered about in the unknown forest, to her, she ran into a huge dragon which had a pure hatred of Vikings. She would have died if Toothless and I didn't intervene. She had sprained her ankle when she fell down a small ravine, which meant she had to rest for a whole week, and that is when we began to grow close. She began to see the real me, and I began to see the new her" he explained.
"But that isn't the end of it, is it?" asked Stoick.
"No ... after giving her a week to fully recover, we left for Berk. But we made a stop at Sharkslane village for the night and she stayed with me in my smithy. That's where she found my journal, after I had kept it on a table after carrying it for a while and she had read it, seeing my most personal thoughts. I had stepped out while she was reading it to collect my own thoughts on how close we had grown and I had to debate my new found feelings for her. But when I came back, I saw she was reading my journal. She did hear me come in and placed it back down and ... I kissed her. She punched me as soon as I stopped but then she kissed me and we made out" he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"So you two didn't ... "
"No dad! We didn't ... as much as we wanted to" said Hiccup. "I've looked at all the different ways I could try and get her out of this marriage but I can't. I can't challenge Snotlout because I'm disowned and the law forbids a traitor or outcast from challenging anyone for that matter. And she can't run away otherwise she'd be shaming her family and they don't deserve that" he explained.
Gobber was right. All Stoick had to do was take Hiccup back as his son and then he'd have a chance to fight for Astrid's hand, after he finishes repairing the damage caused by the raids.
"I think I can help you, Hiccup" he said.
"What?"
"I believe I can help you. I can take you back as my son, publicly, and after you've finished your repairing the damage, you should be able to challenge Snotlout for her hand" Stoick beamed.
"Wait a minute ... that's all well and good, but why will you help me?" he asked. Stoick could see the shock in his son's eyes and it did hurt him to the core. He clearly hadn't showed the boy any love over the years with him.
"It's like I said to Gobber, it's high time I started being there for you, being the father I always should have been, and even if I can't get you to forgive me, and I won't blame you if don't ... it would bring me great joy and pleasure to see you truly happy, son. And I know that Astrid, apart from your dragons now, is your source of happiness" he said.
Hiccup gave his father a good, long look over; judging if he was telling the truth. Stoick never broke eye contact with him and by the look from his eyes, Hiccup gathered all he needed to.
"Alright ... I guess that will work" he said, looking down.
"Thank you son. You don't know how much it means to me that you're coming along with this" Stoick beamed happily. He stood up and bid his son goodnight but was surprised to hear Hiccup say "Goodnight ... dad"
It wasn't much, but it was a definitely a start to mending their relationship.
000
Astrid didn't enjoy her walk back home. The people who were out all came up to her and wished her congratulations on her engagement with Snotlout and couldn't wait for the wedding. Some of the ladies in charge of sewing had already told her what kind of dresses they would like her to try out and sew for her, the baker was also planning on making the best bread and pastries he would ever make and apparently the butcher had started writing down lists of the kind of meat he would like to get from abroad. She guessed the only reason why people were making this a big deal was because it was the wedding of their future heir and they wanted it to be grand.
Gobber couldn't help but pity the girl as he stayed close behind her. He knew how Snotlout was first hand. Sure, he was the spitting image of the perfect Viking; strong, arrogant, a 'punch-first-ask-questions-later' type of guy. But from the time he spent with the gang during dragon training, and most of their weapons training, he didn't see much potential in Snotlout as a leader. He was self-centered, obnoxious, brash and he usually got what he wanted by taking it with force. He always had his eye on Astrid for not the person she was, but because he knew he could show her off to future visiting dignitaries, show them that he's the proud owner of her.
"Thank you for walking me back home, Gobber" Astrid said. He was brought back from his thoughts and saw they were in front of the Hofferson home, with her giving him a slight smile, standing in front of her door.
"Goodnight lass" he said with a bow and turned on his way, not before saying "Don't worry ... Hiccup will get you out of this" to which she nodded in response and went inside.
"You're late" she heard the voice of her father immediately.
"No offense, papa, but I'm not a child under a curfew anymore" she replied, closing the door behind her. When she turned around she saw her mother and father sitting by the fire, and heard the ruckus of her brothers in their room upstairs.
"Where were you when Spitelout announced your engagement?" he asked.
"I left before I could hear it, taking Hiccup to the prison since no one else was bothered" she said, walking to the stairs.
"Astrid, please come here dear" her mother beckoned, and she reluctantly stopped at the foot of the stairs, and turned her attention towards her parents. "This is going to be hard for you dear, but since you're engaged now ... you can't be seen spending time with any man ... alone" she said.
"Especially Hiccup" her father added in.
"What?!" she yelled. It did hurt her parents to see that look on her face; a look of betrayal, hurt and suffering.
"It's for your own benefit, Astrid. It's to protect you from possible rumours. You know how crazy the people go on here if they hear there's a scandal, especially one that concerns the bride of the future heir" her father explained calmly.
"So that's it? You're preventing me from seeing Hiccup just because of some stupid rumours?" she asked, still not lowering her voice.
"We are only thinking about you in regards to this, Astrid. We don't want you to come under scrutiny just because someone spread a false rumour" her mother tried to reason with her.
"Really? You're thinking about me? Where was that thought when you gave me off to Snotlout without consulting me!?"
"Because you would have refused" Arnbjorn said.
"You're damn right I would have! I'll see who I want, when I want and how I want" she screamed at them before making her way up the stairs. Before long, they heard their daughter's door slam against its hinges, rattling the whole house.
"She's keeping something from us" Arnbjorn stated, getting up from his seat.
"Where are you going?" asked Ingrid.
"To bed. She doesn't want to see anyone right now, especially me" he said, pouring a mug of water to take with him to bed. Ingrid could hear the hurt in his voice and she knew he never liked it when Astrid was mad at him. He did so much for her when she was small and even though Astrid was a spitting image of Ingrid and took almost everything after her, she was undoubtedly special to Arnbjorn. Being the only daughter in the family, he took a special approach to her, and this was the first time, in a long while, he had ended up on her bad side. He was only doing what was best in his mind. He knew she disagreed with the contract but when a more powerful, influential family offers a contract for your daughter ... you begin to think how she will benefit from it.
She'd be set for life, living in a bigger house, the highest status other than Chief and will never be in trouble financially. Arnbjorn wondered why she couldn't see that. He could have told her that Spitelout had approached him five times before about the contract but he kept postponing it in the hopes that another, more deserving man would come along and marry his daughter. But never that happened, and those five times Spitelout approached was over a two year period, and he kept offering more wealth in each offer. Arnbjorn couldn't give yak shit about the money but he was concerned. Visiting merchants and powerful families of other tribes who came to Berk all had sons who at the marriage age and Astrid was the perfect girl in their eyes. Luckily for him, the young men in question of his daughter's hand had also come on those trips and he wasn't impressed at all in how they treated people, their attitudes towards women and some of their backgrounds. The fact that he didn't know any of them also played a factor. If Snotlout was compared to them, and he was, he was the best contender and Arnbjorn knew his family relatively well.
He stopped his walk at the door of their room, "She'll never forgive me, speak to me or I dare say love me the day the wedding arrives" he said a with a sad shake of his head before walking into their room.
Ingrid sighed as she laid back on the chair. Arnbjorn and her daughter always had the perfect relationship and now this wedding was tearing them apart. She decided that leaving her be for the moment was wrong. So she got up and made her way to the stairs, heading for Astrid's room. As she reached the top she heard her sons still roughing about in their room, probably playing dragon killer again. Astrid's room was right adjacent to the top of the stairs and she started with a knock on the door.
"Astrid?" she called out. No reply.
"Astrid, are you there?" she slowly opened the door and the first thing that comes in sight is her bed, with her turned facing the other way. She was already in her nightgown and appeared to be asleep. But Ingrid knew that if she wasn't under the covers, she was not asleep.
"Astrid please ... you have to understand how hard this is for us as well. Do you think we like seeing you like this?" she asked, closing the door behind her and leaning against it. She didn't get a response from her.
"Do you love him?" she asked suddenly. This got her attention as she shot up and turned towards her.
"No, of course I don't ..."
"Not him, Astrid" she said and she saw Astrid's facial expression soften. She knew what her mother meant. Ingrid held her gaze with her daughter, waiting for an answer. "Well, do you?"
"I will say this, mama ... he had three chances to take away my purity" her mother tensed at this bit of information but held her response for her daughter to finish. "Each time we kissed and ended up half naked, I wanted him so bad that it hurt. I wanted to feel him, but he always resisted, placing my life before his. I was prepared to be taken by him, but he wasn't prepared to have me disowned by my own family, he didn't want me to shame the family name, he didn't want me throwing my life away for his or my pleasure. What other man ... what other Viking would have done the same if they were in his position during those intimate moments. They would have ripped my clothes off as fast as possible and fuck me till their hearts desires ... he had three chances! And refused to act on his lust because he knew my life would never be the same if people found out I lost my purity to a branded outcast and traitor" she explained with a serious face.
Ingrid had never heard her daughter talk so highly of anyone. Hearing that confirmed her answer, but it also showed her what kind of man Hiccup was. "Does that answer your question?" Astrid asked her back.
"So you love him just because he respects your boundaries?"
"You'll understand why I love him if you have a conversation with him ... I'm done talking" said Astrid, pulling the covers back, settling in bed before pulling them back over her head and blowing out the candle. To Ingrid, that meant she was done talking and she wouldn't reply to any question.
"Goodnight Astrid" she said softly, exiting her room and closing the door softly.
She leaned on the door wiping both her eyes with her hands and letting a defeated sigh escape her lips. It was what she had feared.
Her daughter was truly in love with Hiccup.