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EVERYONE WENT TO WORK TO FIGURE OUT A WAY TO GET ALORA BACK TO THE VILLAGE. But Lena Luther was still curious as to what had happened to her back in the other world. Ever since she arrived, Alora hadn’t said much about her adventures.

She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t had an occasional nightmare or two. And she most definitely got PTSD, since she always hid under her covers when she saw lightning and heard thunderstorms.

“So this Viking,” Lena started, “were you two dating?”

“Yes,” she replied.

Brainy walked in and couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.

“He made me this bracelet,” she said, showing her the black and green jewelry. “So, in return I made him one. And before I left he gave me this medallion.”

“Wait, I’m sorry,” Brainy said. “You gave him a bracelet?"

"Y-Yeah."

"And he gave you one as well?"

She nodded her head and saw as he eyed the medallion.

"Brainy, what's wrong?" Lena asked.

Brainy cleared his throat before proceeding.

"On Krypton, it is custom that when one gifts their partner a bracelet it usually means they want to. . .betrothed them."

"Brainy," Alora said, "are you telling me that without knowing, I—"

"Proposed to him and he accepted it? Yes."

"So, Aly’s engaged?!" Lena exclaimed, causing all the heads in the room to turn.

See, your father gifted me the bracelet first, but because he's not Kryptonian, it didn't matter. But since I am, when I gifted him the bracelet, then it mattered. And because he accepted it, it meant that he accepted the proposal.

So, you proposed to Dad?

Basically.

I'm still trying to wrap my head around this.

Why’s that Kara?

Aly, it's been a year since you told them the story about how you learned your heritage. Plus they're kids, so their mind can get a little bit fuzzy.

Dad ate the last trout.

. . . Like I said, fuzzy.

*glares* Right. 'Fuzzy'.

Alora covered her mouth and Sara walked up to them.

"What is happening?! What do you mean she’s engaged?!"

"I have to tell him," Alora said. "I need to go back and I need to tell him, otherwise I won't be able to live with myself!"

"Don't worry Alora," Nate said. "We're going to do everything in our power to get you back home."

six days later

Alora was starting to lose hope. Everyday for three years she thought about Hiccup. She missed his touch, his laugh, his smile, his everything. She missed seeing him work around the hut and missed seeing him fly around with Toothless.

But he wasn’t the only person she missed.

She missed hearing Snotlout’s annoying cry. Or the way he’d try to flirt with her and Astrid. Sometimes she missed his remarks and that stupid smirk he would slap on his face every time he was right about something.

She missed hearing the twins yell, and oddly enough, prank her. She missed the intellectual talks she’d have with them. She was beginning to miss the horrible odors of Ruffnut and Tuffnut that she would smell every time they walked past by and when she stood outside their hut.

She missed having Fishlegs around, talking to him and being handed flowers since he said it would 'help her calm down when she had bad dreams'. She missed hearing him rant and seeing him record every little thing she did when she showed him each power she had.

She missed sneaking into the stables and having her late talks with the dragons. Hookfang would always look her in the eyes when she would speak. Stormfly would get as close as she could to the bars of the pen, as if trying to lay her head on her. Barf and Belch wouldn’t listen to her, but they did like making her jump when they would set off small explosions. Meatlug was always so attentive to her. And Toothless. . . Well, he was different. Different in a way that sometimes she swore he would sleep with her on the first floor.

But most of all, she missed her best friend. She missed having Astrid drag her out to training. She missed the water fights. The relaxing days where they would lay under the trees and talk about their hopes and dreams. The days where they would mess with Snotlout. And she missed her comforting smile. Or her loud battlecries when she was angry at someone.

As Alora laid her head on the table, depressed, a very familiar face popped in front of her.

"Alora Danvers."

She looked up.

"Barry Allen," she said, giving him a weak smile.

"I heard about your situation. I brought some help from S.T.A.R. Labs," he said. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

She sighed.

"I miss them."

"Them?"

"My friends. I miss their annoying complaints and arguing voices."

Barry laughed.

"I miss him," she said, biting her lip. "Before I left, we talked about how when we got older, we would build a life in his village."

"That sounds pretty serious," he said, sitting down beside her. "You really love him, don’t you?"

She sent him a sad smile.

"He has my back, and I have his."

The thirty-year-old man placed his hands in his head before taking a deep breath.

"Okay," Barry said. "I think I have a way of getting you back there."