2: Memories

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Astrid's POV:

I was in the forest. From what I heard, the short boy with the curly horned helmet was Snotlout. Te big Viking with the red beard was Stoick, and I didn't know the aburn haired boy. He claimed he knew me but I know he didn't.

Or maybe he did know me. I don't remember anything at all. My name, where I'm from, my parents. The only thing I remember was falling and hitting my head. I lost my memory. That I know for sure.

I was still in the forest. Stoick was holding back the Aburn haired boy from attacking Snotlout.i didn't remembered who they were, I just knew most of their names.
"HEY!" I yelled. They all stoped and looked at me.

"Does anyone know whose I am?" I asked.
"This is Dragons Edge. You live here with your friends. Your part of a group of Dragon riders." Stoick Said to me.

Dragon rider? I'm a dragon rider? I live here? With my friends?!
"Astrid Honey, what's the last thing you remember?" Stoick asked walking towards me.
"I remember falling. Falling through
The trees and hitting my head. " I said to him.

"Do you remember how you fell?" Stoick asked come again. I took a few steps forward and looked up.
"A big orange and red dragon hit me off a blue dragon." I said to him. The Aburn haired guy began to charge at Snotlout.

"This is ALL your fault! We lost her because I you!" The Aburn guy yelled.
"Hiccup stop it! This isn't going to help Astrid! I love her. And now she doesn't know me." Snotlout said all sad.

"You don't love her! I do! And now she'll never feel the same way!" The Aburn male got on his dragon and flew away.
"Astrid I'm SO sorry! Hiccup is right!" Snotlout said hugging me. I hugged back.

Snotlout's POV:

When I hugged Astrid and she hugged me, I knew something was wrong. This is all my fault. Hiccups right. After Astrid began getting teary, she backed away from me. Then I noticed her beginning to cry.
"Hiccup? What's a Hiccup?" She asked wiping away a tear.

"That's his name. Hiccup. And I'm Snotlout. That's Stormfly she's your dragon." I said as Stormfly landed. Then Fishlegs, Heather and the twins landed and came over to us.
"What's with Hiccup? He's in his hut screaming, destroying things and crying." Tuffnut said walking to us.

"Who are they?" Astrid asked hiding behind me.
"These are our friends...it's okay. That's Ruffnut, that's Tuffnut, that's Heather, and that's Fishlegs." I told her. She came out, and held my hand. Astrid pulled herself close to my body. I would have enjoyed this if I didn't know that it's only cause she doesn't remember who she is.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...when did this happen? Is this why he's so upset?" Heather asked looking at us.
"Astrid lost her memory when she fell and hit her head. Now she's taking a liking to me, and she doesn't like Hiccup at all...he's taking it pretty hard." I said to them.

"Snotlout, This is your fault isn't it?" Fishlegs asked calmly. I noddded. I felt terrible. I knew that this was my fault. And now there was nothing I could do...even worse, Hiccup was hurting.

At dinner Stoick ate at the edge with us. Hiccup just kinda stared at the food, pushing us around his plate. Every once and a while he'd look up at Astrid, then back to his plate. I felt horrible. He was about to break any minute.

Astrid's POV:

I don't know what's wrongh with this Hiccup guy, but I know I don't like him. He's just so distant. He also seems really violent. Going after Snotlout and all. Who would hate Snotlout? He's nice, funny, and he's been helping me a lot. Telling me stories hoping I will remember.

Tuffnut began to speak. I...I remembered something.
"Your Tuffnut Thorstan! I remember something about you...um...um...you are a master prankster! And this is your twin sister!" I said to Tuffnut.
"Yes! Yes! Oh my Thor, she remembers me! Well...some of me!"

Why did I remember Tuffnut? OH! Snotlout told me a few stories about the pranks Tuffnut pulled and how I reacted. That's why I remembered him! I didn't remember everything about him, but I remembered a little bit!

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