Astrid walks out of her house, carrying her bag over her shoulder. She heads to the docks were Gobber and the teens are getting ready for their trip. When she gets there, she sees Stoick the Vast talking to Gobber. Stoick looks determined awhile he talks. Gobber nods along t what he says. Finally, Stoick walks back to the village and Astrid goes up to Gobber.
"'Ey las, are ye ready?" Gobber says as he picks up two bags and carries them the the boat they will use for the trip.
"Uh... yeah. Um... what was the chief telling you?" She says as she sets her bag down on the boat.
"He was telling me tha' we should keep an eye out for that Night Fury." Astrid nods as she watches the other teens slowly start to arrive. Fishlegs arrives carrying a bag over his shoulder and a few books. She rolls her eyes. Of course he would bring books. Snotlout walks down to the docks, walking like he owns the place.
She glares slightly at him. She remembers all too well that he will flirt with her every chance he gets. Guess her dream wasn't all that off with how they all act.
Speaking of which, she sees the twins walking down the docks... while carrying nothing. They are grinning mischievously. She makes a mental note to avoid them during the trip.
"A'right lads and lasses. hurry up. We are leavin'." Gobber says. They all hurry to get on the boat and they set off.
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The way to the island was about three hours. Astrid spent that time ignoring Snotlouts flirting and the Twin's tricks.For those three very long hours, she thinks about her dream. The one were it seemed she was in a more modern time. She can know see the little things that show it was a dream. The first thing was the technology. She knows that it isn't real. And besides, who would get an idea about making that?
The second clue was how she can't even remember what her past was. She remembers everything that happened since she was a baby. But in the dream, she couldn't think of anything.
But one thing is still bothering her: Is Hiccup alive? In the dream, He had died from the car accident. It wasn't right away though. It was eight months. His organs were failing and he had an infection in his left leg. He had lost his leg in a car accident But another story for another time.
She remembers finding dragon scales in the cove. Yes, the same cove. She also found his dagger in the pond.
She remembers the dragon training. She remembers being so cruel to him. At least she got her wish: She knew him for a longer time. But she didn't spend that time how she wanted to. Though she still made those choices, she wishes she could change her choice about ignoring him.
When they see the island they will be camping at, the gang -minus Astrid- talk about how pretty it is.
"It's perfect." Ruffnut says staring at the island.
"Yeah, too perfect." Tuffnut muses. Astrid furrows her eyebrows and looks at him. He is looking at the island like he is trying to figure out it's secrets. Everyone looks at him confused. "I'm just saying that in the immortal words of the mighty Thor "When something looks too perfect, it probably... sucks."" Tuffnut says.
"Yeah... I'm pretty sure that Thor never said anything remotely like that." Astrid says.
"Oh really? How do you know? Do you know Thor? Have you talked to him recently?" Tuffnut asks her smugly.
"No but-" Astrid starts but Tuffnut interrupts her.
"Well because I have. Mmhm. And I don't recall him ever mentioning you... Look, I just have a feeling about this place.And I think we all know what happens when I have a feeling..." He says.
"We ignore it?" Fishlegs says and raises an eyebrow.
"Mark my words! There will be something wrong with this island> Something mysterious. Something horrible. Something... something!" Tuffnut says dramatically.
"Ya finished?" Ruffnut says and crosses her arms. She walks away and the rest of the time, everyone tries to ignore Tuffnut Blabbering about his "feeling"...
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Gone (HTTYD Fanfic) REWRITE [Book 5]
FanfictionShe doesn't know what to think at the moment. All that she had "lived" through in the past few months wasn't real. Just a figment of her imagination. Now she must come to terms that it was a dream. That she is a Viking. But some things sti...