Our world

The return

Greetings, my lovely reader.

So, I'm almost after every exam, my summer is about to begin, and I'm excited, about everything ;)).

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"So, that's the entire story?"

"To summarize, yes."

Inside the clubhouse, which had in its center the oval table with the fireplace in the middle, behind the mentioned table sat Heather, surveying Hiccup as she strolled back and forth, occasionally glancing at the entrance of the room.

Over them, on one of the visible wooden bars lay Windshear, sleeping in the meantime while the two of them conversated. Squirming her eyes the black-haired woman clicked her tongue before loosening her straightened back.

"Honestly, I would never have believed it, if it weren't for the fact that I saw it with my own eyes," Heather admitted, cocking her brows in pretended disbelief. "I mean, turning into dragons, fighting an enormous one. That sounds like the story a father tells his child to scare them."

"Maybe, but it's real," Hiccup affirmed and shrugged, indifferently. "Very real, and traumatic," she grunted, hugging her forearms, before faking a smile, swaying on her feet. "Where are they?"

"Your friends? We may search for them, that's not a problem," Heather proposed, dispassionately.

"No, that's not the best idea. They must be lookin' for me, so movin' from one place to another; we might pass each other," Hiccup noted, but then pressed her teeth together, hissing. "Let's give them a few more minutes and we'll go track them."

"Sure," Heather agreed, nodding, and then gaped at Hiccup, questioningly. "Why are you so worried about them anyway?"

"I'm not worried," Hiccup snickered, but then, taking notice of Heather's lift of brow sighed. "Okay, maybe I am worried."

"About what?"

"Well, for sure not their safety," Hiccup giggled, loosening. "They're Vikings; they can take care of themselves," she clarified, and then, the startle crossed her face. "I'm worried about Toothless."

"Your dragon boyfriend, right?" Heather commented, grinning mysteriously, correcting her position on the chair, curious.

"I guess so," Hiccup confirmed, giving a half-smile. "The truth is that this mornin' I told him I was goin' for the short hike," she empathized, while her smile faded. "It's evenin', now. He must be really concerned."

"So what?" Heather snorted, rolling her eyes. "Come on, it's not a big deal! Only a few hours!"

"Well, he's rather overprotective."

"The only overprotective person here is you," Heather stated, sticking her eye at her. "Calm down. They'll be here, soon."

"I know, I know. I just hope they don't do anythin' stupid," Hiccup mumbled, biting on her fingernail. "For example, killin' Dagur, which Toothless is certainly capable of doin'."

"Yeah," Heather muttered, tapping her fingers on her knee. "But killing Dagur, is it really such a crime?"

Before Hiccup was able to react, the racket outside the clubhouse interrupted her, and while hearing it, the familiar voices, she groaned, stroking her forehead, simultaneously grinning at Heather, awkwardly.

"Can ya just shut the fuck up?!" Astrid boomed, and while she did, the clubhouse seemed to shake. "Seriously, yer gums flapping doesn't help anyone, quite the opposite, I'm certain it makes the air toxic!"