Hiccup

Toothless has been teaching me Dragonspeak. I'm not fluent but I've almost forgotten Norse. I know enough simple words to get intruders off my new island. It's called Dragon's Edge and it is a dragon haven. No human in permitted entry here. There is about 138,256 dragons on this island. We've build into the ground so that we have more room. We connected three to four neighboring islands for even more space.

(A map of his sanctuary:)

I raked a hand through my messy auburn hair and sighed happily.

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Astrid

Hiccup has been gone for over a year now. Stoick said he returned home to find Hiccup and some of his stuff missing.

I don't think anyone but Gobber misses the Fishbone. At least we aren't wasting food, trying to feed that sack of bones.

A small part of me wanted Hiccup here. To see his goofy smile. To hear his fluent sarcasm. To smell the scent of his hair after working hard in the forge. To feel the smooth, shining metal on my axe after he polishes and sharpens it. To taste the better than average food he makes.

I recoil at my thoughts. Where did that come from?!

"Astrid!"

"Yes mom?!"

"Could you come here please?"

"Coming!"

I started to make my way inside when a piece of fabric hit me in the face. I took it off. It was unnaturally soft and smooth. It was also very slippery.

(The piece:)

I sigh and tucked it into a loose string on my axe's handle.