My little Flower (HiccupxOC, part 1 of Grimborn Family AU)

Chapter 27 - Mother

Lilly's POV

I tossed and turned but just couldn't fall asleep. My mind was racing as I recalled the events of tonight over and over again. Asmund ... Hiccup ... what happened at the beach....

Groaning I put my pillow on my face, already knowing that this was going to be a long night. Oh, this is useless!

After a few more minutes I decided to get up since there was no way I could fall asleep very soon and look for Hiccup.
Careful not to wake Shadow, I got up and lit a candle before sneaking out of my room. The cold stone floor of the corridor felt icy to my bare feet.

However my search was not very successful. The house seemed like a maze of corridors to me since I only lived here for one week now and the darkness didn't help my sense of direction.

Soon enough I found myself in a complete different wing of the house. The air felt somehow colder here, like no one would ever consider to lit a fire for warmth. I shivered and felt goosebumps rise on my arms, I was only wearing my light nightgown. My curiosity got the better of me and I continued to walk down the corridor until I had to stop in front of a dark wooden door. I could feel a cold breath of wind blowing from the door crack and felt my heartbeat speeding up.

Yes, I know it's a bad habit and one day I am sure it will get me into trouble, but I couldn't fight the urge to know what was behind that door.

Slowly I grabbed the cold metal door handle and pushed. The door opened with a loud creak and I jumped, quickly turning around to see if anyone had woken up. But nothing, just silence.

Taking a deep breath I stepped into the dark room. Holding up the candle I could see a large bed on my left, made of dark wood, covered with thick fur blankets. On the other side of the room I could see a dressing table, made of the same dark wood. On the wall above hung a pair of worn out dark red curtains, a golden rope that was attached to them went down to the wooden floor. The room smelled musty and it was freezing cold, the fireplace abandoned for the longest time.

Stepping closer to the bed I noticed something on top of the blankets. Carefully I put the candle down on the floor, to take a closer look. It was a woman's robe, the dark red material felt soft in my hands although an unpleasant smell clung to it too. I frowned.

I wonder who's room that used to be.

Putting the robe back down I walked over to the dressing table. Now I could see it was carved with strange but beautiful dragon shaped ornaments. I traced the patterns with my fingers, raising dust in the process. On the table were all different kind of things. I picked up a small silver mirror, letting the cold material glide through my fingers before I noticed a small wooden box sitting in the right corner of the table. Carefully I picked it up and opened it.

Instantly I threw it across the room in shock as I heard the familiar melody of Viggo's lullaby sounding from the box. Panting heavily I picked it up again and closed it to stop the music. I hope no one heard this. How can this be? Is it Viggo's?

My heart was racing now and I put the box back to it's place. Letting my gaze wander upwards, the dark red curtains caught my attention. I wonder what's behind. Cautiously I reached out to grab the rope and pulled a few times. Slowly the curtains revealed what was hidden behind. Realization hit me hard and I stumbled backwards, tripping over something and landing on my butt as I gasped in shock.

"Mother..." I breathed, for no one to hear.

On the wall in front of me hung the portrait of a beautiful, red haired woman, standing beside a tall brown haired man and two young boys sitting in front of them. I already knew that the man was father. Getting back to my feet, I approached the painting slowly till I was face to face with my mother. She looked beautiful, wearing a dark green gown, her hair braided around her head and a happy smile on her lips. She was holding my fathers hand. Only then did I notice the way her middle was painted, she seemed to have a bump. That's me, I guess.