Life Has It's Own Plans

Chapter:2 Eight Years Is A Long Time

Eight Years Later...

Berk has changed so much in the last eight years, six months and twenty days since Hiccup left. People of the village, or some of them, think Hiccup was a curse, and now since he was dead, the curse has been lifted. Other people think Hiccup was sacrificed to the gods, and now the gods are giving them a good forturen for his sacrifice. But either way Hiccup was dead.

About a month after Hiccup died, the dragon raids have stopped. Making it easier for Traders to come and trade goods. The village livestock has gotten bigger, since there were no dragons taking them. More fish are coming to their shore, also because dragons aren't eating them. In fact Berk has been perfect! They still hunt dragons, but only when they come close to Berk. So overall, Berk has been very peaceful. Well as peaceful as it can get with a bunch of vikings.

The Chief, Stoick the Vast, still hasn't moved on from the death of his son. First his wife, now his son is gone to? It brings little peace to know at least Hiccup can finally meet his mother, Valka, in Valhalla.

Nobody wanted Snotlout to be Heir. The village would lose its bad luck, and be doomed! Especially if Snotlout asked Astrid for her hand in marriage! Then Snotlout would for sure be dead.

So Stoick pointed Astrid to be Chiftess! The first Chieftess of Berk. Some villagers did not like the idea of a woman leading them, but Astrid was most culifted. And could easily kill anyone who posed as a threat. Stoick knew that Berk would be in good hands, should the day happen to where Stoick can not do his duties as Chief.

Asrid and her friends were still grieving Hiccup. Even Snotlout! They all regretted how they treated him. They all wanted a second chance, to apologize or even just to start over. But they all knew that would never happen. Because Hiccup is dead, and the dead never come back.

Astrid has never broken her promise. She has slain every dragon she comes in contact with. But to her, it is all just for practice. The real prize for all of this death, is the Night Fury that killed Hiccup.

If only she could have called him a friend. But she couldn't, she pushed him away for training and popularity. She has been training harder than ever. Became a very strong, independent Shield Maiden. Every death she has made, is only to get to that Night Fury. Maybe then she could rest and put her axe down.

She still has the axe Hiccup made her. She never parted with it. Gobber told her that Hiccup made it, but was afraid she wouldn't want it because Hiccup the Useless made it. (Even though he has made most of Berks weapons, and his inventions are being used for self defence, just in case.) But that only made her hang on to it even more.

She missed Hiccup so much. His self-conscious crooked smile, his beautiful emerald eyes, his chapped lips that constantly retorted sarcastic comments. She even missed his auburn, shaggy soft hair. His freckles which were the only color to his skin. And his amazing work in the forge. It was within the first week Astrid realized she had feelings for him, the week Gobber told her about the axe. It was the first time she cried, in a very long time. Vikings don't cry! And she hated it, was she even a viking?! She cried when she went to the cove, where she found Hiccup's jacket. The place where Hiccup died. She cried there for Thor knows how long.
Fishlegs, Hiccup's old nerdy friend, found Astrid sobbing in the cove. He had comforted her, knowing what kind of pain she felt. The guilt, anger, sadness and hate. He felt it all too, so he stayed there with Astrid till the crying went down.

They became closer, and better friends. Astrid felt Fishlegs was the only person she could talk to about Hiccup. She never had feelings for Fishlegs. Her true feelings belonged to a dead person.

Plus, throughout the years Fishlegs and Ruffnut became a thing. Snotlout stopped flirting with Astrid, and Tuffnut and Ruffnut still worshipped Loik.