Astrid's headed for the lion's den, and we all know she has the capability to survive....but do they know that?
Astrid's POV:
The helicopter touched down on the cement pad and I heard the familiar click of switches being flipped and turned. I wish I could fly this baby. It was an extraordinary model, and anyone would give their right arm just to be inside; but here I am, about ready to step outside of one and into enemy territory.
I let out a deep breathe and put one foot to the pavement, ducking slightly as I came through the door. It was dark for a second, but the sunshine shone bright once my head was lifted to scan my surroundings. I almost couldn't contain my shock...............it was beautiful here. We weren't inside the LA headquarters yet, and lush meadows filled with wildflowers were the first thing to catch my eye. I followed the road up a small, long incline upward to a large, very modern, LA Station. Behind it you could see the outline of a mountain range, large and looming, with specks of colour popping out here and there. The sun gave the perfect twinkle as it lit up the evening sky and the golden rays heated my skin, warming me on the inside and sending me into a jovial mood.
No wonder we could never find this place. We'd have never guessed that they would be somewhere this..............well, beautiful. It didn't seem to fit the aura they gave themselves, but this is where they are and my oh my is it gorgeous. What a place to settle down, and call home base. It kind of made me wish that Berk was somewhere like this. It certainly was secluded, resting on its own little island chain; and perfectly hidden from any satellite tracking. It was smart if you ask me, but not like I care whether their security is tight or not.
I felt a little nudge on my leg and looked down to see the little girl pushing her way between me and the person beside me. I quickly move aside to let the youngster pass, and she shot on ahead.
"Tryston!" The pilot calls from behind me as I turn to see him jumping out of the cockpit. "Come back here!"
I spun my head back around and saw the little one running up the hill. She turned and stopped when the man called her name. She gave a little wave.
"I wanna doe see daddy!" She yelled back.
'You can go in with the rest of us!" The pilot told her, motioning for her to come back with a large hand.
She slumped her shoulders and reluctantly trudged back to us, her wavy curls bouncing and blowing around her face under the slight influence of the breeze. Oh my goodness, she was so adorable, so innocent. What an awful place for her to grow up.
I watch her pull her locks from her face as she draws closer. I expect her to pass me by, but instead.............I feel a small hand on mind, soft, delicate, and holding tightly. I look down at her sweet little face, and a smile appears on my own when I find her looking at me as well. I think since she sees it is me she grabbed on to and not the man, that she will let go and try again, but that is not the case. She looks happy and positive, unaware of any mistake that was made.
"Uh........I think you want to hold his hand." I tell the small child, pointing at the pilot who was pulling two bags from the cockpit.
"No." She said simply. I almost thought I heard wrong.
"What?" I asked.
"I dote wanna hold his hand." She says smiling at me, her eyes sparkling in the sun.
"Why not?" I ask, stifling a laugh.
"Cus it hardy and don't fill nice." She answered in her broken words. "Yours fill soft lite mommy's. I lite them better than his."
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The Renegade
FanfictionHe had been passed over far too often, thought to be weak and useless. Well, he was done with it...with them. He used to be part of BATO International (Berk Anti-Terrorist Organization) but they'd ignored him for far too long and it was time for pay...
