The forests of Berk did hold the same busy atmosphere as the village. Instead a soft song drifted through the trees, a mystical aura coming from every root and every breath of the woodland creatures. Ragnarok walked with a small skip in her step, her shoulder brushing Eret's arm.
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2 | 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 , httyd
Fanfiction❝to rise from the ashes brand new will always be the goal of the mortal.❞ . post-httyd 2 . au to ailment
