West from the village, there is a cliff overlooking the sea. In the mornings, one can go watch the sunrise and then come back in the evening to watch it set.

Astrid sits on the edge of the cliff, staring off into space; thoughts whirling around in her head. She doesn't normally come out here in the middle of the day, but with recent events, she just has to get away. With chiefs coming from islands all around the archipelago, she couldn't stand being in the village right now.

If she was needed, the others would know where to find her. With all that happened all those years ago, the teens all have those days when it is just too much to handle.

When their days are consumed with guilt.

However, Astrid is feeling more than just guilt.

She feels a deep longing. She longs for something that is long gone. For someone who can't come back from their fate. And then that's where the guilt comes in because she knows she could've done more to prevent it. But she was too selfish to help.

Flapping of wings brings her out of her thoughts. From behind her, Stormfly squawks. Astrid doesn't turn around. She doesn't need to because when the dragon lands, the rider walks next to her and takes a seat on the ground besides Astrid.

Out of the corner of her eye, she realizes that it is Snotlout that sought her out. Neither of them says anything for a while, basking in the silence. Or as much silence as they can get with two dragons playing behind them. However, they both feel the silence is necessary because of the circumstances.

They sit there together for a moment before Snotlout speaks. "Do you think things would've been different if we weren't so... I don't know. What's the word?" He pauses, not wanting to admit the truth. However, he knows Astrid will be more than welcome to say it for him.

"Immature." She says it as a fact, not a question. They all know that it is true. They were immature and they weren't fair. Though admitting it wouldn't change anything, it definitely has helped them come to terms with the past.

Astrid also doesn't need Snotlout to say a name to know exactly who he is talking about. She doesn't shut him down, for it's not common for Snotlout to go to someone when something is bothering him. And besides, they can't ignore the issue, even if it has been years since it happened.

People in the village are too afraid to talk about it. Which is ironic because they are all vikings. It's been said that Vikings aren't supposed to be afraid of anything. It's unconventional for them.

Although, all vikings of Berk recently realized unconventional doesn't mean wrong. It's just... different. But different isn't always bad. Sometimes its what people need to learn from their mistakes.

"Yeah. I do think things would've been different. It wasn't right what we did. We weren't fair to him." Astrid says solemnly. She glances at Snotlout. He stares off into the sea but guilt swims in his eyes.

"I wish he was still here. So I could apologize for all the things I did to him." If it were under different circumstances, Astrid would've punched Snotlout, thinking he'd gone mental. Five years ago, Snotlout wasn't one to apologize, or even to admit that he was wrong. But now here they are.

"We all do." Astrid doesn't say anything else. She knows Snotlout came to her for a reason. He knows she will give him the cold hard truth.

"What do you think he would've done if he was here?" He asks Astrid, finally turning to her.

Astrid sighs, thinking about her answer for a moment. Something sparks inside her. She thinks back on Hiccup's words all those years ago when his bravery saved them all.

"Probably something stupid."