AU: After excessive support and interest in the first book, I have decided to write a sequel.

I aim for the chapters to be longer in this one- which may ultimately result in fewer chapters, and updates only once a week.

Remember I am always open for suggestions, thoughts, questions, and criticism if it further benefits the story.

Keep reading! Thanks again :)

-Mo

It's been two weeks since I got to Berk. Hiccup gave me this leather journal to write in, but because I cannot write good English, he is teaching me every day. He said he would make my wing soon too.

I moved into the spare room off the back of Hiccup's house. It's warmer than I expected, and nicer. There's only a few pieces of furniture, but it reminds me of back home.

I met so many Vikings already. Most of them are kind. Some just look at me like I'm weird. It is very different from back home- the whole island too.

Our tribe was close. Like we were all a family. I think it is similar here. Hiccup treats everyone like his friend. Maybe it's because it's just him and his dad, so he makes everyone his family.

My home was a part of all of us. Like we were connected to the island. I never knew how detached I felt until left it. Like there's a part of me missing. I just have to remind myself that this is my home now.

I remember when I turned thirteen. At thirteen, all young Dragon Wing's take a test. It's more like a fight-to-the-death-or-be-killed-survival test. The elders give us a knife and some rope and we have to survive a night out in the jungle. We all grew up in the jungle so it wasn't that bad, unless you got arrogant and decided to fight a dragon.

That night I found a Skip Spinner. He was very kind- told me his name was Zally. The next day when I came back, the whole tribe was ready with my coming-of-age celebration. Right when I was receiving my token from the elders in front of the whole tribe, Zally leapt out of my bag and onto my shoulder. The elders weren't very impressed, but everyone else found it amusing.

The sound of rapping on my door interrupted my thoughts. I opened it a crack, still unsure if it was safe to willingly open my door to strangers. Hiccup looked up, and gave me a smile. I quickly opened it the rest of the way. His shaggy brown hair shifted to the side when he lifted his head.

"Morning. Umm… Can you come down to the Smithy's? I wanted to get your wing measurements."

I nodded and scooted out of the room, shutting the door behind me. The brisk air was unfamiliar, but Hiccup had reassured me that it was Spring. I didn't feel reassured. I was used to tropical climates.

I smoothed out my outfit as I followed behind him down the hill. Astrid had been helping me choose out some clothes, since I had no knowledge of fashion here. She had given me a little, but Hiccup ended up trading for some more.

That was the night I was in his downstairs, as he calls it, reading some of his books, when he stormed in from the cold, clutching a massive box. He dropped it on the floor in front of me and put his hands on his hips. "Well, go ahead! Open it." I had no idea what a present was, until he gave me one. My face hurt from smiling after that, and he just sat off to the side with the smuggest face. There were two pairs of boots, a skirt, some tights, a tunic like his except in blue, a thinner green top, some armor (though I didn't know what I'd ever do with it), and a journal. "Figured you might need some things," he had said.

I didn't think I needed all of it, in fact I was sure I needed none of it; but Hiccup wouldn't have it. Some of the other Vikings had brought me little welcome gifts too, though I had no idea what to do with them.

The town was quieter this morning, and I looked around expectantly. I think I've been getting used to the unusual attention, because I'm looking for it. Hiccup must have noticed my unusually quiet atmosphere, because he spun around and raised an eyebrow at me as he walked backwards. I was impressed he could do that without tripping.

"They're having a town meeting right now, don't worry."

It's like he read my mind. I groaned. "And why are you not there?"

"It was boring."

"So you just left?"

He shrugged.

"What's it about?"

"Something about a few sheep going missing. I think it's quite common around here actually, they should be used to it."

I just watched the ground until the familiar building stretched up in front of me. Hiccup disappeared inside and began rummaging through all sorts of weapons and chunks of metal, then through books and papers. I stepped in, unsure about the surroundings. Daggers and swords and flails all hung from the ceiling. It looked ominous, but for a weapons shack I really shouldn't have expected anything different.

"Here we go," he released a ton of materials onto one of the tables. "Okay turn around." I looked back at one of the walls and Hiccup stretched my wing out. I felt his hands running over the scales, and it felt different to have someone actually touching them. Back home we used to rub oils onto our wings, to make them shinier and smoother, especially during courting time. My mother used to rub oil on mine when I was too young to reach my own wings. It felt comforting.

I peered over my shoulder to see him holding up a long string with a pencil in his mouth. He was mumbling to himself as he examines the rope, then spanning it along the table and jotting things down on a paper. I had no idea what he was doing, but apparently it was necessary. He measured the front part, and then the second, and then the length of each section.

"So… this is where you work?"

"Most of the time. Otherwise I'm in the arena, or the great hall."

"Could I work here?" I suddenly blurted out. Where had that come from?

Hiccup stuck his head out to look at me. "You're serious?"

I stared at him, unsure if I was. I slowly nodded.

"Well, we could use an extra hand around here. Mostly cleaning, which is my job. But you know… you did do a good job with my leg. I'll talk to Gobber." He returned to measuring and drawing. "You know, he was pretty shocked when he saw my new leg."

"What did he say?"

"Aye! What happened to ye leg? I thot mine was just fine!" Hiccup puffed out his chest and did his best Gobber impression.

I laughed; from what I knew about Gobber it was pretty accurate. "He wasn't mad?"

"Naw, in fact, after he got a good look at it, he was pretty impressed. Said it had real craftsmanship. Coming from Mr. metal-undies, I'd say that's quite a compliment."

I felt my cheeks grow hot. My dad had taught me those skills. Carving and whittling was a part of how we survived.

"You could make great, authentic prosthetics. Vikings'd pay a fortune to get one," he exaggerated by swinging his arms open wide.

I noticed above a barrel of weapons, a wall covered in drawings. I walked over, since Hiccup was just scrawling hurriedly in a book at the moment. Some papers had plans for weapons, recipes for mixtures of metals, and prosthetic designs. A few of them had bigger contraptions- none of which I recognized. Off to the right, a relatively different one caught my eye. I leaned in to get a closer look. It definitely looked like a dragon's wing. It was covering something. It was unclear though with its smudged ash, like someone had purposely smeared it.

Hiccup must have seen me examining the papers because he ran in front of me and began ripping several off the wall in a frenzy. "What…"

"These… these are old. Don't want old now!" He stuttered as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He crumpled them all into the table, sorting through them.

I raised an eyebrow at his unusual behaviour. Hiccup was always awkward, it was practically his name, but every now and again he'd get even more so.

I was about to argue, but he had already scrapped the papers and returned to his desk. Hiccup didn't move though, he clutched the desk tightly under his fingers and stared down at nothing. He was tense, and I had no idea how to comfort him. I may speak dragon... but swear half the time I don't speak human either.

"Hiccup?"

He just slowly turned his head to look at me, waiting for me to continue.

"Is there a training practice today?" I shifted my feet awkwardly.

His eyes relaxed and he stood up straight again, probably glad of a topic he knew. "Yeah." He stared at me for a minute until I broke the silence again.

"Mind if I watch?"

He looked away and ran his hand through his hair. I always found it amusing when he did that. It was like a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and… I stopped myself.

"For sure; but we're building fences today. Hardly training. Dad says we need to make sure no more sheep go missing."