Hidden Night (Hiccup x Fem!Reader)

[23] Forgotten Life

*Second Person POV*

        Once again you are sitting on some grass in front of a large campfire. The only difference this time is that you're not leaning against a log or a rock. Instead you're leaning back against the warm scales of Varor's dragon. Which you had earlier found out was named Remus. It felt familiar, but failed to ring any bells from forgotten memories.

        Varor sits near Remus's head while you laid on his side. Everyone else was spread around the fire and laying on or with their dragon in some way. Right now Varor is answering questions thrown his way as you watch silently. He's already been asked his name and his dragon's name. Hence where you found Remus's name, and just a few moments ago, he was asked where he came from. Or more specifically, where you both came from originally. You, and everyone else are eagerly waiting to hear his reply.

        "Well ... It's sorta a secret." Varor smiled awkwardly. Several seconds of shocked staring and gaping mouths of disbelief fall over the group.

        "What kind of answer is that?!" Snotlout exclaimed what you were all thinking.

        "Calm down! It's location and name is secret, but what I can tell you is how it looks like." Varor said quickly while waving his hands in the air in attempt to calm everyone.

        "Why can't you tell us anything else? Why so secretive?" Astrid growled, obviously irritated that she was so close to finding where you came from. Only to get a part of the puzzle piece. You huffed, frustrated a bit yourself.

        "I wish I could, but I was sworn never to say. (Y/N) did too... When she still remembered that is." Varor cast a sad look at you. Showing he was still upset that you had amnesia. You guess he covered up his pain when you first told him because you were in a dangerous situation at the time. You shifted uncomfortably under his stare and adverted your gaze so you were looking into the dancing flames of the fire.

        "Then tell us what you can." Hiccup spoke up calmly. You heard Varor shift in his spot a bit to get more comfortable.

        "Alright, one thing is that we came from a pretty large village that co-existed with dragons. Mainly the Woolly Howls that populate the area." He began. 'Like Skyler,' you thought.

        "What about your Sand Wraith?" Fishlegs asked. You hadn't even thought about questioning that.

        "Actually, I'm the only one from home that ever tamed a Sand Wraith." Varor sounded a bit proud saying that. You know he is puffing out his chest without having to look at him. "I found him injured near our village by the jerks that took me hostage. I was surprised he managed to fly all the way out to us because of his state. But after several long weeks of a moody dragon, he finally warmed up to me." You could hear the smirk in Varor's voice. For some reason, you scoffed at his tale with a role of your eyes. A feeling of nostalgia washed over you, but of course as usual, your mind refused to provide any answers to why.

        "Anything else?" Snotlout propped his legs up on Hookfang's tail. Hookfang pulled his tail from under him in response causing Snotlout to fall back. The viking glared in response to his dragon acting innocent.

        "Well, I guess I can say that this is the first time (Y/N) and I have been away from our home." Varor mentioned as he scratched the back of his neck. Your eyes widen in realization as you recall your dream. The dream with Varor in it and the underground village. You do remember your own voice mentioning something about wanting to leave, but couldn't because of your...

        Mom.

        "Varor." You spoke up for the first time as you looked at him, bringing his attention to you. "What about my family?" You asked. He suddenly looked uncomfortable.

        "Oh well, you are an only child that lives with your Mom, Amalthea." Varor answered.

        "Is she alright?" Your question threw him off guard. "I know something happened, but I don't have the details. So is she okay?" You asked, worried.

        Varor went silent and avoided eye contact with you. Remus made an uneasy gurgling sound. Everyone was quiet, watching the conversation between you two play out.

        "Varor," you warned. "What. Happened?" He closed his eyes and hung his shoulders in defeat.

        "She was captured." He answered bluntly. Before you could ask another question he continued. "She was the only one captured and spared among the many people who volunteered to forced the Agirifa (A-gir-if-a, I put together wiki's norse words and this happened. ... yeah.) clan, or the jerks out of our home. Before she was captured, she made a defense that they couldn't get past and gave you the only key to unlock it. Then she had me make sure you escaped safely." Varor explained, petting the top Remus's head with sad eyes. Remus himself made a sad dragon sigh too.

        You didn't know how to exactly respond to this news. You just sat there in shocked silence as you looked at the ground. Your amnesia kept you from truly feeling sad about it, it felt more foreign to you than anything. At least you felt a twinge of sadness, but you wished that you could feel a bit more for the news you just heard. You just heard that many of your people were slaughtered, and your only family is in the hands of your enemy. Yet, you feel nothing.

        "Wait, why did they only spare her then? Or you for that matter because everyone else was killed." Astrid pointed out. Then a thought crossed your mind. 'Is it because of me? Am I really that special?' Varor stayed silent for a few moments, contemplating whether to tell or not. Then his next words just shock you even more.

"Because... she's our Cheiftess."