LOST BETWEEN TIMELINES: HTTYD (HICCUP x READER)

Chapter: 8

As the early morning sun cast its golden hue over Berk, Y/n stood atop a rocky outcrop overlooking the village, covered in snow. The cold sea breeze tousled her H/c hair as she took in the familiar sights—the snow-covered roofs of the houses and the bustling docks.

It had been years since she arrived in this world, a place that had become her home despite the lingering memories of another life. She gripped her sword tightly, feeling the weight of responsibility settle upon her shoulders. Training had become second nature, and each day brought new challenges to overcome.

Across the village square, Leo's agile figure danced among the sails of a newly docked ship, his laughter mingling with the cries of gulls overhead. His father, a seasoned sailor, stood nearby, offering guidance with a proud smile. Y/n cherished the bond they had formed over the years, united by their shared curiosity and thirst for adventure. He deftly maneuvered ropes on his father's ship and had grown tall and strong. His blonde hair still fell to his shoulders, and his amber eyes were as bright as ever.

In the woods, Astrid's swift movements cut through the air as she honed her skills with a double-sided axe. Her determination was palpable, a reflection of her unwavering resolve to prove herself in a world dominated by men. Y/n admired her strength, a silent ally in the battles that lay ahead.

Y/n leaned against the rough stone, her gaze sweeping over the village awakening to another day. The past nine years had molded her into a capable teen, skilled in combat and well-versed in the ways of Berk. Yet, beneath the facade of confidence lay a lingering uncertainty—a constant reminder of the life she had left behind.

The clang of metal drew her attention downward, where Hiccup meticulously worked the bellows of his forge. The warmth of the fire reflected in his focused expression, is a testament to his dedication to crafting and innovation. 

Hiccup, now 13, was hardworking as Gobber's apprentice in the forge. He was still the smallest of the boys, but his mind was sharp and inventive. He had created several gadgets that, although not always successful, showed his potential. 

"Hi, Hiccup. What are you working on today?" she asked, stopping by the forge.

Smiling, Hiccup responded, "Oh, hi Y/n. Just another one of my crazy ideas. It's supposed to be a machine that can throw bolas in the air, but I can't get the mechanism right."

"You'll figure it out. You always do. I think it's amazing how you come up with these things," she said, encouragingly.

"Thanks, Y/n. That means a lot," Hiccup said with a smile.

Y/n admired his tenacity, recalling the boy she had once met in the woods—a friendship forged in quiet moments and shared dreams of a brighter future.

Descending from the outcrop, Y/n made her way toward the heart of the village, where Chief Stoick oversaw a team of villagers repairing a damaged roof. His imposing figure commanded respect, a symbol of Berk's resilience in the face of adversity. As she approached, Stoick's weathered face softened with recognition.

"Chief Stoick," Y/n greeted respectfully, stopping a respectful distance away. "Another day of hard work for Berk."

Stoick nodded, his gaze sweeping over the village with a mixture of pride and concern. "Aye, Y/n," he replied, his voice gruff yet warm. "Every day brings us closer to whatever fate has in store."

Silence settled between them, the rhythmic sounds of hammers against wood filling the air. Y/n hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I often wonder about the paths we choose," she admitted, her tone thoughtful. "And how they shape our future."