Race to the Edge One Shots

How Far I'll Go

A/N: I'm moving so it's a little difficult to update for the next few weeks. Also, school sucks and I have been given hours upon hours of homework. Yay Highschool!

Also, this is a little cheesy, but I personally love it!

It's a lot better if you listen to this version of the song:

Enjoy!

Plus, I need suggestions. My brain has run dry. Everything I write I don't think anyone would like, so someone help! I am begging you!

Word Count: 1222

-Astrid PoV-

The gang and I were all on Berk to take care of a Sculdron problem. Luckily for us, the situation was handled well.

Now we were all sitting in the Great Hall listening to Stoick talk to the village. Alvin and a few of his men were here for some reason.

"The Sculdron has been taken care of due to our very own, Dragon Riders." Stoick announced causing everyone to cheer. We all smiled a little and waved. We were all pretty exhausted from that event. "Great job, we're proud."

That line made Hiccup smile.

"Now, it's been a long day! Let's eat."

The gang and I all began to eat out well deserved dinner. The twins wolfed theirs down in sync other Snotlout.

"When do we leave for the Edge?" Fishlegs asked.

"Sometime tomorrow." Hiccup answered before he finished his plate.

"Do we have to stay?" Snotlout whined. "I don't want to deal with my dad."

"Neither do I, but here I am." Hiccup said quietly.

"What do you mean?" Heather asked looking in his direction.

"He keeps bugging me with all that chief stuff." Hiccup complained looking at his father. Stoick was laughing at something Gobber was saying. "He just doesn't understand that I'm not ready."

"Why don't you tell him?" I asked meeting his eyes.

"I've tried. He just doesn't listen." Hiccup looked down sadly.

The rest of us remained silent. We didn't know how to respond. Outside, the sun began to set.

A group of five year old children began crying for Thor knows why. The parents of the children looked at Stoick for help.

"Stoick, what do we do?" A mother asked as she tried to calm down her child.

"I don't know! Sing a lullaby to them!" Stoick suggested.

"But they know everyone of them!" A father complained. "They don't like it when we repeat them, unless they're very good!"