Something different...

2. Notebook

Hiccup's POV:

Astrid gave me the notebook. I knew what it was. I told her two weeks ago. Her mom wrote it. It was her dairy. I still remember how she wrote it.

~fifteen years before~

"What are you writing there?" I asked Emily.
"I'm writing my dairy, sweetie. There are some things I want my daughter Astrid to know." With these words, she picked me up and put me on her lap. I hugged her. Then, I noticed something on her arm. It was a blue spot.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Oh, um, nothing. I just hit myself somewhere."

~present day~

I knew she was lying. I knew that Harald had many problems with the rules. I knew he had many problems with my dad. Dad was always protecting Emily, Astrid and me. Dad and I both knew that Harald was hitting Emily, and we also knew that soon he'd do it with Astrid, too. And we were right. Sometimes, when dad was still there, Astrid ran to us, her face wet, her eyes full of tears and here and there a big blue spot, like I saw on Emily.

I've been lost in my thoughts that I suddenly jumped up when I heard a knock on my door. I went to the door and opened it.
"Hi. Are you okay?" Astrid stood in front of me with a smile on her lips.
"Hey. Yeah, I'm fine." I gave her a fake smile
"Really? I see you were crying."

Astrid's POV:

"Do you want to come in, or are we going to stay here?" He chuckled. I smiled at him.

"Well, I haven't started yet, so I know as much as you do what's in this notebook." Hiccup and me were on his bed. His right arm was around my shoulders, and my head was on his shoulder. In his left hand, he was holding my mom's dairy.

My dear Astrid,

I knew Hiccup would tell you about my dairy. I assume you have grown into a beautiful girl. I really wanted to see you grow up, but I couldn't. I couldn't live in a world without peace. I always believed that dragons aren't brutal, but no one ever believed me. Maybe I was naive and believed in peace. Maybe the others were blind and couldn't see a world without war. It's not on me to judge.
I want you to know that I love you so, so much. I want you to believe in yourself and never give up. You are not a Sigurdsson. You are a Hofferson. And Hofferson's never give up. I want you to find someone who understands and loves you.

Because I love you, my little girl.
In love, Mom.

Hiccup finished mom's letter. He looked down at me. I was crying so badly. He put his other arm around me and pulled me closer to him. I hugged him back and cried into his chest.

"I don't have any memories of her!" I cried out and snuggled even closer to Hiccup. He sighed in sadness.
"I'm so sorry, Astrid." I knew he really meant it.
"Thank you for reading it to me." I whispered. Hiccup chuckled. I could hear him crying a little bit, too.
"Anything for you, Milady." He said, hugging me tighter.

A few minutes later, we broke the hug. That was the moment when we noticed something in mom's dairy. It was drawing.