Princess And The Pauper: HTTYD Style *Edited*

Chapter 5

The next morning, at the castle, Chief Dagur went into Heather's room. "Heather! Hey sis, where are you?" Dagur called out with Drago by his side, but not finding anyone.

"That's strange, where can she be? She wasn't at breakfast," he continued looking confused, not noticing the sly look Drago had on his face.

"Isn't there something on her desk maybe, Chief Dagur?" Drago asked as he guided him to the desk finding a folded paper note on it.

"Hmm, it's a letter to me," Dagur murmured as he opened and read the paper.

"What!?! It says she ran away!!" Dagur shouted, while Drago gasped playing along.

"Just so she doesn't have to marry Chief Hiccup. No!!" He turned around distressed at the thought he caused his own sister run away by herself. He can feel himself losing control of his anger. The whole castle know about Chief Dagur getting deranged time to time even with his parents still alive and Heather was the only one to help him get through them.

Noticing some shiny rocks on Heather's desk, "Well this is absolutely dreadful," he said as he hide the 'gold' rocks in his pockets, turning to Chief Dagur.

"I want soldiers and search parties out there now!! I don't want my sister to be harmed!!" Dagur shouted, his veins popping out a clear sign he is about to reak something real quick.

"I'll send some search parties right away, I'm sure she couldn't have gotten far," Drago assured the Chief.

Forcing himself to calm down, he turned to his advisor," Drago, you have been a huge help. What would I do without you?" as Chief Dagur said that, Drago's smile grew bigger.

~0~

"Well, this is outrageous!!" Ambassador Gobber shouted as soon as he heard the news, in the throne room with Fishlegs, Drago, Chief Dagur, and 'Servant' Hiccup.

"The most grievous insult!!" he continued.

"My sister tends to do crazy things time to time. I'm sure we'll find her," Chief Dagur said on his throne chair, silently glad he bought her the double axe, knowing she would use it if she's in danger. Even though other people were saying it's not right for her to have one, mainly Drago.

"I just don't understand," Fishlegs said, "why would she run away?" After all, she was willing to marry Chief Hiccup for her people.

"Why don't ya see for ya'self," Drago said as he passed the note to Fishlegs.

"'Lilac'?" Fishlegs murmured after he finished reading, "where did you find this?" he asked Drago hesitantly, he has always been afraid of him with how huge he is, despite also being almost as big as him.

"On Lady Heather's desk," Drago waved off.

Not quite trusting him and with more courage, "Perhaps I should help you look for her," Fishlegs told him sternly.

"Why don't ya stick to yar books," Drago sneered as he took the note from Fishlegs. "School boy, that'd be fun," with that Drago took off laughing as Fishlegs watched him go.

"'Lilac?' Heather would never sent at her stationary with 'Lilac.' It was always 'Rose'," Fishlegs said to himself, coming up with a plan to find out what Drago is up too, but he will need help. And he knows just who to ask.

~0~

At the shop of Sir Savage, Savage was polishing some weapons when he noticed a fancy carriage coming up. With a smile on his face as Fishlegs walked in, "Welcome sir, if you are looking for weapons, trust me. You would only find the finest at Sir Savage's."

Fishlegs turned to him asking, "If I may, I would like to speak to one of your blacksmiths, Miss Astrid?"

To say that Sir Savage is surprised is an understatement.

~0~

"I can't believe it! The princess sent for me! I'm going to perform at the castle with my tricks! Me!" Astrid cried outside in an alleyway with Fishlegs trying to talk to her.

"Actually I-."

"But I'm not ready, I have to practice!" she continued.

"If I can just-."

"I better change my dress, oh, what am I talking about, I only have one dress," Astrid stopped herself, "Wait, isn't that why you're here?"

"I'm sorry, but no," After making sure no one else is around Fishlegs told her, "The princess is missing and I need you to help me to find her."

"Me? What can I do?"

"I need you to pretend to be Lady Heather," he said making Astrid gasp.

"Are you out of your mind?!" she questioned while keeping her voice down.

"Just listen. I believe that Drago, the Chief's advisor, has taken her off somewhere so the royal wedding can be canceled."

"That's terrible."

"If you pretend to be Lady Heather, just for a short while. I can trick Drago into revealing where he is hiding her," Fishlegs told her nearly begging to help.

"Me, pretend to be royalty?! I could be thrown to prison or worse," Astrid responded not quite sure to do it.

"As can I, but-," Fishlegs stopped himself.

"She's in real trouble, isn't she?" Astrid asked, with Fishlegs nodding to her question. She thought back to the conversation she had with Heather.

"A girl like me," she said to herself before turning to Fishlegs, "Count me in."

~0~

That afternoon, Fishlegs is riding the carriage looking back inside to see Astrid and Stormfly popping their head up to the window hiding in the carriage. They both look up with Astrid wearing her cape and hood up, looking at the castle. "Would you look at the size of this place."

They had reached inside the castle and went to Heather's room without anyone noticing. Once inside the room they looked at a portrait of Heather, looking between the picture and Astrid, Fishlegs commented, "The likeness is extraordinary!"

"Except for my hair," Astrid replied putting down her hood showing her blonde hair and subconsciously touching it.

"I had thought of that," Fishlegs said going inside a closet.

As Fishlegs left, Stormfly went to the bed and started jumping and letting out a few squawks. "Stormfly," Astrid laugh, before having a thought. She then jumped to the bed, making Stormfly turn and run. "Nice," she commented.

Fishlegs then came back with a box. "A dark head in a box," then pulled out a black wig as Astrid stood up.

When she put on the wig, right away she looks a lot like Heather making Fishlegs smile and she had the bangs cover her blue eyes.

"Ah, Fishlegs, we have one teeny tiny detail," Astrid said as she blew a part of her blonde hair away, "I don't know a thing about being a princess."

Smiling, "Leave that to me."