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No No 22 presents

Mitt hjerte alltid vanker

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Prologue

Mitt hjerte alltid vanker

i Jesu føderom,

der samles mine tanker

som i sin hovedsum.

Der er min lengsel hjemme,

der har min tro sin skatt;

jeg kan deg aldri glemme

velsignet julenatt!

A low voice could be heard singing in the vast forest near the village known as Berk. It was the only other sound that could be heard other than slow crunching of footsteps in the snow as the very powder substance fell from the sky and landed silently on the ground. The voice and footsteps belonged to a young man that had a brown cloak over his lithe body, who was forced to slouch over from the sack he carried over his shoulder.

Akk, kom jeg opp vil lukke

mitt hjerte og mitt sinn

og full av lengsel sukke:

Kom, Jesus, dog herinn!

Det er ei fremmed bolig,

du har den selv jo kjøpt,

så skal du blive trolig

her i mitt hjerte svøpt.

Eyes that were such a vibrant blue that they resembled the blue pigment of the tree's shadows in the snow looked up as the lone figure came to the edge of a cove; the soft singing ceased. They gazed on and took in every detail of the enclosed area which mostly consisted of a lake frozen over and an untouched blanket of snow over the rest of the area. He stood there for a while before he circled around the cove until he found a place where he could climb down from. Slowly and carefully, the young man made his way down till his feet touched the ground, utterly spoiling the once flawless snow. Adjusting the sack on his shoulder, he ventures towards the frozen lake and comes to a complete stop when he was at the edge.

The man cautiously takes a step forward and leans his weight into that step, to test if it was safe to go any farther. Satisfied when he didn't hear or see any signs of the ice breaking, he continued forward with even slower and more cautious steps than before. It wasn't long before the solitary male was standing at the center of the lake, at the center of the cove. He tilted his head up towards the sky and he watched the snow fall with those vibrant blue eyes. Pale hands reached up and pulled down the hood that hid his features from the world, and revealed an equally pale but handsome young man with hair that could compete with the snow's pureness. A crooked smile graced itself on those pale pink lips before they parted a bit.

Jeg gjerne palemgrene

vil om din krybbe strø,

for deg, for deg alene

jeg leve vil og dø.

Kom, la min sjel dog finne

sin rette gledes stund,

at du er født herinne

i hjertets dype grunn

His low, but smooth voice ran louder and clearer now as it echoed in the cove, filling the silence of the forest with his song. The young man closed his eyes as he lost himself in his song and slowly closed himself off from the rest of the world. Or rather, he would have closed himself off from the world if it hadn't been for the snap of twig that interrupted his song. He instantly stopped singing at the sound of an alarmed shout, and his frosty blue eyes searched over towards the sound. What he saw made a gasp escape him followed by hurried steps backwards which resulted in him tripping over his feet and falling back on the frozen lake. Pain shot up his spine from the fall, but he could care less about his bruised tail bone as he stared wide eyed at the jet black form of a dragon.

"Natt Raseri! Night Fury!" was the alarmed whisper that escaped him as he slowly started to push himself far away as possible from the beast while still being on the ground. He would've kept crawling away, and probably run for his life as soon as he felt the snow covered ground if it wasn't for the glimpse of brown and green he saw trying to pull away from the dragon's grasp. Confused, the young man stopped and stared, trying to figure out what in Thor's name is the dragon holding. And finally, a rather scrawny boy, probably around the same age of his, broke free from the Night Fury's paws.

Wide frosty blue eyes met forest green eyes and simultaneous gasps filled the air accompanied by the low growl of the dark beast behind the new boy. He had a mop of brown hair on top of his head, his skin was a nice peach color and he had freckles run across a cute button nose. He wore nothing but a green shirt, brown pants and a woolen vest to keep him warm from the cold. However, what caught his attention the most was his leg, or where should have been a leg. Instead, there was a metal handicap in its place.

"Jøkul Frosti!"

The young man looked back up into those forest green eyes at the sound of his voice calling out to him. He stared at the boy and noticed the look of awe on his face. For a moment, he couldn't understand why he would look at him like that when he had a ten ton dragon glaring behind him, but then he processed what he just said. Next thing they knew, the pale young man was laughing.

"Jøkul, ya. Frosti, nei. Jokul, yes. Frosti, no," he said with a chuckle before he slowly stood up, but stopped when he heard the dragon let out a threatening growl. However, the brunette scolded it, which intrigued the young man. Weren't dragons a Viking's worst enemy? Yet with the way these two interacted, it was if they were best friends. After a pause, the solitary male stood up and dusted himself off before he bent down and picked up his sack.

"Jeg heter Jokul Eld. Kva heiter du? My name is Jokul Eld. And your name is?" he said, finally introducing himself with a crooked smile. He watched in mild amusement as the brunette flushed a bit, probably embarrassed that he had mistaken him for the winter spirit.

"Jeg heter Hikke. Hikke Hyse. Og dette er Tannløs! I'm Hiccup. Hiccup Haddock. And this is Toothless!" the brunette introduced himself and the dragon, who gave Jøkul an uninterested expression. The pale man chuckled to himself again.

"Hyggelig å møte deg, Hikke… Well it's nice to meet you, Hiccup…"