━━ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀
❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ
valkyrie frode was a girl
where they went? 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 ❞
in which a young woman
has become one of the best
dragon riders there is...
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epilogue, iii a forbidden friendship
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AS THE EVENING got closer, and the pageant was about to begin, Valkyrie was alone in preparing the trout for Toothless. She set it above the fireplace with a soft sigh, knowing it would be another year where they would throw it out the next morning▬letting the children believe that dragons had actually come and eaten their food. Every year, deep down, a part of Valkyrie hoped and believed with them; to think that maybe one might venture out into the vast ocean and make their way back here ... she set a flower crown beside it, her fingers lingering on the winter petals. She sighed yet again. Hiccup was right, all of this talk about dragons brought back so many memories ... so many moments Valkyrie cherished; like the warmth of Zephyr's scales, or the way he'd peer at her with that mischievous gaze. She fixed a few of his favourite flowers, feeling a fresh wave of sadness.
"Mum?"
Valkyrie jumped, startled, at the sound of Leiv's voice. She turned around, pushing a smile on her face to see him standing there, unsure at the end of the hallway. He hugged his fur coat to his chest, for his father told him he needed to wear one for tonight. She took a deep breath, "Hey, honey▬" she said gently. "Are you excited about tonight?"
He frowned at her. He hugged his furs tighter, "Are you okay?" he asked his mother. "You look sad."
Val's brows lifted. She breathed another smile, her heart warming up. She wandered over and crouched to her sons height, reaching out to cup his cheeks, "Oh, no, Muma's okay." She kissed his wild red curls. "You don't need to worry about me."
She took his furs from his little hands and fastened the warm fleece around his shoulders. Valkyrie fixed it under his chin and flattened some of the fluff on his chest. Her heart ached for a moment▬to see them all growing up, so fast. The years have gone by, and now, here she was, in a place far from where she thought she would have ended up ... but happy all the same. Valkyrie pinched Leiv's freckled cheeks and he squirmed, complaining a long: "Mum..."
She did her best to fix his curls, though like all of their children, Leiv had his father's unruly hair that never stayed in the same spot. Valkyrie smiled at him, then, she thought of something. "Hey," she began, shifting so she could sit cross-legged on the fur rug by the embers of the fire. She held out a hand to her son, "Come here, buba."
Leiv smiled and happily stepped into his mother's arms, letting himself be sat on her lap▬for once happy to not be a big kid just yet. Valkyrie squeezed him sweetly, resting her head against his small one. "I want to tell you a secret," she whispered to her son.
His eyes widened, "A secret?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "I want you to know the story that you will watch tonight▬the real story, just between you and me."
