Here we go again! Well guys this is a new fanfiction. I will try to regularly update this story. This is a story from Astrid's point of view and she is around twenty years now. Hiccup and Astrid live in different tribes, and have had a secret relationship since they were fifteen... I hope you enjoy this brand-new story!
The dried leaves scattered across the ground danced to the rhythm of my dragon's wings, as we landed on the cobblestone courtyard of the castle. As we touched the polished grey ground, I let myself slide down from my dragon's back to stand on my own two feet. I quickly scratched my bright blue and yellow Deadly Nadder as I allowed her to fly away and rest. Rest, a word that made my mind euphoric, especially after a three-hour journey.
The journey was a long and boring one from my home on Frejya Island to Dragon's Edge, with nothing but the vast blue seas it was hard to not just fall asleep. Honestly, it was better than sailing which would have taken the entire day, but with a dragon, I made the journey faster and also filled me with a feeling of freedom.
It was a clear sunny day and hours in the sunlight had slightly tanned my skin. As I watched my dragon fly towards the cause of my tan, I turned around to face a lithe figure. What was the saying, 'Don't judge a book by its cover' well, that saying is as true as they come. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, the heir of the Holligan Tribe of Berk, was not your usual Viking. He was not a large muscular figure who would boast about his fairytale adventures or run headfirst into a battle but was an intelligent, calm, sarcastic, and thin person who cared for everyone and everything.
And I am Astrid Hofferson, the heir of the Fearless Tribe of Frejya Island. I was what people would call the 'wonder child'. I learned to fight before I could walk, literally. I grew up training daily under my father's supervision and my mother's love. My tribe respected me, and the younger generation looked at me with admiration. I was proud of that. But being a Viking meant fighting for your tribe against enemies and dragons or running headfirst towards a waging war… or that was what I thought, it all changed when I met Hiccup.
"Hello, M'Lady." Hiccup addressed me while slightly bowing down. I rolled my eyes at his greeting and proceeded to engulf him in a hug. Not many people can make me happy, but the ones who can, receive my heartfelt affection in the form of hugs and in Hiccup's case, a kiss.
"I missed you so much." I whispered into his shoulders as I wrapped my arms around his frame. "I missed you too, Astrid." He whispered back while sighing in contentment. I looked into his half-closed eyes with a smile, his eyes always seemed to place me in a trance. I remember the first time it happened.
I remembered that night, I remember laying down on my back on the soft grass as it soaked my sweat after my training session. I remember the stars in the sky were calling to me, I reached my hand out to respond when I heard a nasal voice talking. I slightly raised my head to listen intently to the weird sounds. It didn't sound like any animal I could think of. Quietly, I crawled to the source of the noise, hiding behind one of the bigger bushes and that's when I saw it. A dragon. A large, sleek, black dragon. The Night Fury. "I think that should do it." said the mysterious voice. In my state of shock, I backed away a few steps, which caused me to step on a loose twig, snapping it. That, of course, drew their attention. I cursed myself. The Night Fury and its Rider turned around. I saw two pairs of vibrant green eyes staring back at me, "Hi?" was all I could say before I felt the air stolen from my lungs as I felt the weight of the legendary dragon pinning me to the ground. That was the story of how I met my Hiccup. He somehow convinced me to stay and proceeded to show me a dragon's true nature and changed my mind about dragons.
Over the following weeks, our friendship grew and he helped me train a Deadly Nadder. We explored the surrounding islands, talked while roasting the fish we caught or rescued dragons that had been caught in traps. I learnt that he was an heir to another island and that his own tribe treated him like an outcast due to his body, intelligence and peaceful nature. He had stolen my heart in that short span of time I knew him. He had done something I had promised myself would never happen, he had done something Viking teen twice his size and strength failed to do.
And I needed to tell him that… I sat on my bed one evening, sharpening my axe. A scampering of claws on the window sill drew my attention only to find a green Terrible Terror perched on the sill of her window. I smiled as I asked, "Did Hiccup send you?". The dragon showed me its leg, where I found a tube tied to it.
"My name is Sneaky. I am a trained Terrible Terror and will be your Terror Mail carrier." I read out loud at the top of the letter. I rolled my eyes. "Hiccup, you dork." I said and continued to read the rest of the letter, "Meet me at our secret spot tomorrow. Same time. I really miss you, Astrid." My cheeks warmed and my heart pumped an extra few beats at the last sentence.
I snuck away to the forests on my island under the cover of darkness the next night, I found Hiccup and Toothless waiting for me by the cave where Stormfly stayed, a low campfire burning. "I see Sharpshot found you," Hiccup commented as I walked up. I didn't respond or stop until I had walked right up to Hiccup, grabbed the ties of his tunic, and planted an unexpected kiss on his cheek. I gazed into his half-lidded eyes as my lips departed from his. "I missed you too." was all I said.
I stepped back from the embrace, freeing my mind from the nostalgic trance. Looking at my secret boyfriend, you wouldn't believe that he had once been called a fishbone or useless. He had grown very well in the last five years. He now stood at a height well above six feet, with messy auburn hair I loved to braid, a sharp jawline followed by his body which was thin but had well-defined muscles. He wasn't as weak as everyone thought him to be… correction, he wasn't as weak as he showed himself to be. He wore baggy clothes and walked with a slouch on Berk to prevent his secret identity from being revealed, but on Dragon's Edge, he was intelligent, strong and confident.
We walked side by side into the tall stone corridors of the castle as we caught up on what had happened in the past few weeks away from each other. It was hard sneaking away from home without anyone suspecting anything was wrong, so I had come up with multiple excuses or stories, mostly revolving around my training. My two best friends from home, Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston didn't know about my secret life because if they did all of the Nine Realms would know of my secret. Aside from them the only other teenager my age was Eret Eretson. He was the tall, muscular Viking with a cocky attitude and was my biggest competition in training. Frejya Tribe was known for having the most beautiful maidens and since I was called the most beautiful lady of the tribe it was a no-brainer that he with his cocky attitude always seemed to follow me.
I didn't like that type of people the ones who were self-righteous and never cared for others. But Hiccup was different he would help anyone in need even if he was about to die. He had sacrificed his left leg in a war against the Queen of Dragons when he was fifteen just to stop a war and help his tribe who treated him like a thrall. The three-hundred-year war between Vikings and Dragons had ended that day and all the dragons in the nest seemed to take Hiccup and Toothless as their new Kings.
Who is Toothless you might ask. Toothless is none other than Hiccup's legendary, powerful, Night Fury. The same dragon which makes full-grown Vikings tremble with fear. Naming things were never Viking's forte, which was established when my great-great-great-grandfather named my tribe the 'Fearless', it really took him ages to make that one up.
The guards opened the set of large doors to reveal a huge hall which was lit with torches hanging from the ceiling. The ceiling itself was high enough so dragons could fly around easily, it was supported by many large circular pillars and the hall itself had pots filled with food at every table and the tables were arranged in a way so that people could talk with everyone around them to form a sense of unity.
The head table was placed on a platform, it was the only one made from stone and the wall behind it held the flag of the Order of the Dreki. On the table sat our closest friends and allies, Camicazi the heir of the Bog-Burgulars, Thuggary the heir of the Meathead tribe, Velika the heir of the Visithugs, Olaf the heir of the Hysterics were all the next in line to the throne of their own tribes.
Soon after I met Hiccup we had started recruiting heirs of the Viking tribes to help stop the dispute between Vikings and Dragons. The younger generation was easy to train and since they were heirs meant that when they came to power, they could help their tribes bond with dragons. See, I told you Hiccup was smart.
We had done the same thing with the Berserkers, training both Heather and Dagur. And since Dagur had always felt that Hiccup was his little brother, he had helped us train and recruit the other heirs. When Oswald, Dagur and Heather's father died, Dagur became the next chief and in the past four years had made Berserker Island a dragon-safe place. The people had accepted dragons in their lives and stayed away from other Viking Tribes in secret along with Alvin and the Outcasts who had also joined the Order.
We had more allied tribes like, the Defenders of the Wing led by Mala who was Dagur's wife and Wingmaidens who were an all-women tribe led by Atali and had become close friends with Camicazi. All in all the Dreki had formed many allies and had helped rescue not only dragons but slaves from Drago Bludvists Army.
Drago Bludvist, a madman, whose goal was world domination, how original, no one in the tribe has seen him except Hiccup, and the meeting had caused him to return with multiple scars and a changed attitude. The once joyous man had become a more reserved man who would only show his emotions to people he trusts, them being the ones who sat at the table. Drago was a person no one from the tribe liked to talk about. If his name was spoken in any of the Viking tribes, that person would be kidnapped and the interrogated by the Dreki.
"ASTRID!" The blonde heir of the Bog-Burglars jumped onto the table after seeing her best friend, stepping on Thuggary's hand in the process. She jumped from the table towards me which caused both of us to land on a heap on the ground. I groaned as I moved away from my drunk best friend. Heather then engulfed me in a soft hug. I greeted the others seated at the table while sitting down in a chair between Heather and Hiccup who was talking with Alvin.
Thuggary was still growling about Camicazi stepping on his hand, while the rest enjoyed the drunk dance Camicazi was performing in front of them and caught up with each other on the past few weeks they had been away. The rest of the tables were filled with villagers of Dragon's Edge, they were either people who came looking for a better life, or outcasts but mostly slaves. They had all accepted Hiccup as their leader while Viggo Grimborn another ally governed the Dragon's Edge. Viggo used to work for Drago but switched sides once he met Hiccup. He had helped Hiccup rescue more than a thousand slaves and dragons the night of his betrayal towards Drago. See no wonder everyone hates Drago.
We always met once every week to perform rescue missions, or to celebrate a festival. Hiccup would inform us by Terror Mail when a meeting would take place. This was a big secret and we were all used to a life of lies we had, to keep the secret hidden. The reason for the meeting today was to discuss another war plan against a new fleet of Drago's Army in the archipelago. Our sources said it was a person named Krogan and we were going to send him running just like we had done to the previous four fleets sent by Drago.
Life had become better for the archipelago because of us, dragons were now rarely spotted over Viking islands with the exception of Berserkers and Outcasts where they lived in peace. They were safe from Drago, and we helped do that by keeping our existence a secret. We were completely unknown to the Viking Tribes. We made weapons and ships and grew food and livestock on the island itself while we traded for resources through Berserkers or the Outcasts.
Though some rumours had spread throughout the archipelago no tribe believed the stories the traders and sailors told them. The tribes were clueless on the matter except for a select few people from each tribe who had been recruited by the heirs themselves. For example, Hiccup recruited Fishlegs Ingermen, while I recruited my mentor Phelma the Fierce.
We had created a second life of peace and quiet from scratch, and to keep it a secret will be hard, but we were used to it, we were used to the life of lies.