I have made some minorly major changes to the plotline that will not make sense unless you read through them; they're at the end of Chapter 19, around the middle of 22, and a bit of editing in the previous chapter (22 is the biggest change, though).

Pull yourself together. Stop losing yourself, you're stronger than this.

This, I have to remind myself as I walk back into Chief Stoick's living room. Right now is all about Hiccup. I realize that, in a way, it kind of always has been. It's not really my story, in the end. I've figured out who I am, for me, it's over. So I lost my battle. I Bonded. The end. And it doesn't even matter because I can't even fly but I've finally found somewhere where I belong, and I didn't know it before, but that's all I've ever really wanted. Then that place just about died, but it's okay because he's okay and I need to stop losing my mind. I've always been strong and I won't let something as stupid as my loss of my Dragon render me helpless.

Hiccup looks so frail, but no less than I remember him being a few hours ago. I want him to wake up so bad. His breathing is steady and even, the only sign of constant life. There are several burns and cuts decorating his face, his mouth slightly ajar. There might be a trail of drool from his mouth but I'll be kind for once and not mention it. His eyelids flutter every now and then and I'm guessing that's what tipped them off to him waking up.

Slowly, I approach his bedside, settling myself down on my chair that resides right by his head. His wings curled around his body when he was first moved to Stoick's house, so even if the blankets didn't cover the wound, I wouldn't be able to see it. His tail, however, is another story and it flops off the end of the bed, coiled on the ground. The missing tailfin doesn't bother me as much, now. I know that he has something much worse to deal with. It's unfair that he receives both of these things. He's a cripple in both of his aspects and he won't ever be the same. 'Sorry' doesn't begin to describe the way I feel for him, I don't even know if he'd be able to make it through this if he had been merely human. The Night Fury is the most feared species of Dragon among the Vikings and though I have a hard time seeing him as the offspring of lightning and death anymore, I have a feeling that his Dragon components probably helped hold him together and keep his heart pumping blood.

Then again, maybe not. After all, it was Hiccup in the first place who Bonded with a Night Fury. Not anyone's soul could hold that.

"Hiccup," I speak- croak, more like- surprising myself at the sound of my voice. This entire time it's been nothing but silence from my mouth. I breathe in deeply and continue on a whim. "Hey. It's me. Um, Berk's been doing fine, I guess. I don't really know since I've been here with you this whole time."

He doesn't respond, not that I really expect him to. I blow out through my mouth and tap my fingers on the wooden frame of the bed. Still nothing.

"Come on, Hiccup," I say, "it's time to wake up now. You're one of us now, and you're going to help us unite the Dragons and the Vikings. They need you out there." Pause. Hiccup stirs, and I lean over, resting my chin on my folded arms.

Ever so slowly, his eyelids peel open, heavy with three days of sleep and weak with the effort he's been through lately just to keep breathing. So what if there's this stupid grin sprawled across my face? I don't even think I could pry it off if with my battle ax if I wanted to.

"Hey Astrid," he smiles, as if he hasn't been unconscious for the past thirty-six hours.

"You're alive," I announce thoughtlessly. I mean, he's awake and I'm happy, but that doesn't mean I'm all of a sudden gonna know how to deal with stupid conflicting feelings and emotions.

"Nice to see you, too," he chuckles, followed by a wince. He's quickly becoming aware that he's not in imminent danger nor remotely anywhere near the Dragon nest.

"The gods are punishing you for being sarcastic," I deadpan but he knows I'm smiling. That stupid half-reptile. Hiccup starts, furrowing his brow and staring intently at me.

"What?" I snap.

"You- you're human," he says.

Oh. I look down, biting my lip. "The Dragon Queen's final parting gift," I explain.

"I- gods, Astrid, I'm so sorry," Hiccup remarks in a bewildered tone.

"It's okay. I've accepted it," I shrug. I really haven't, but he doesn't need to be tormented over it.

"Everything's changed," he says somberly.

"What does that mean?"

I look over to find the Dragon giving a totally characteristic and crooked smirk. "It means you're still a stupid half-human."

"Haha, you're hilarious, and you're still-"

"I-I'm in a house." he cuts me off and looks around stupidly.

"That would be correct." I huff, angry at being interrupted.

"You're in a house."

"I'm aware."

"W-whose house is this?" he questions warily. Slowly, he sits up, unfurling his wings and testing his limits. When he finds he has none, he stretches them out, knocking into the wall behind him and grimacing as it knocks the old helmet down with a loud clatter. "Whoops."

I kneel to pick it up and stride over to set it down by the fireplace, warily glancing at my apparent non-Dragon and very human eyes. They shouldn't bug me this much. "It's the chief's house," I respond absentmindedly, gingerly touching the area around my eyes. "I mean, whatever you want to call it is fine," I set it down and turn back to him without looking directly at him. "Technically speaking it's your dad's house, but, you know… your house works, too."

I brush my bangs out of my face, trying to catch a glimpse of his reaction in the corner of my eye. Does he even want to stay? I know we're all expecting him to help us with the Dragons now that we know they're not a threat and that the Dragon Queen is gone, but what if he wants to leave? Obviously we'd need to craft a new tail and a prosthetic, maybe even combine the two, I haven't really thought of it, and then he'd have to get used to it, but then there's the worry of-

"You mean... I can stay?" Hiccup asks shyly.

"If you don't want to you're welcome to leave," I snap, wincing at my tone of voice. I really need to work on this human- er, Dragon?- interaction.

"Are... Are you staying?"

It takes me a moment to realize that his decision is going to be based off of mine, and when I do, I can't help but feel just the slightest bit flattered. Here's this amazing and powerful Dragon, crippled, yes, but still one of the most dangerous out there, and he cares about me. (And don't you dare tell him that, his head's big enough as it is.) It's not a feeling I'm used to, and yet... It's not entirely unpleasant. Actually, quite the opposite of unpleasant. But I think I'd rather die than admit that outloud.

"I mean," I choke out, toying with my hands. What am I doing? I never toy with my hands! I don't get embarrassed, either! "I know I said that we could go travel wherever, but, I like it here, this is my home, and I think now that the Dragons are welcome, it won't be too bad. Plus, um, I can't really travel on my own anyways-"

"Then it's my home, too," he says matter of factly, in an uncharacteristically bold way that I'm sure comes from his Night Fury side. I suppose it's my fault for mumbling the last part...

"Cool," I say simply.

An awkward silence follows, and I can't help but feel like I'm the one to blame. In the moments, I can't help but remember back to when I was thinking that I'd rather kiss Hiccup again than have him like how he had been. I'm not entirely sure why it pops into my head, but, for some reason, I don't mind the thought. Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to go bang my head against a metal shield.

"I guess we'd better go face the crowd now," he says awkwardly.

"Oh..." Suddenly, it comes back to me, the reason he's been in this bed the whole time. He starts to get up and I quickly try to stop him. "Wait, Hiccup, don't-"

Too late. He shifts to the side and lifts his covers, able to see the damage done. I don't quite know how to perceive his gaze. His mouth is pressed into a thin line with his eyebrows matting together.

"Hiccup?" I ask cautiously, more to just let him know I'm there than anything.

His expression vanishes and he brings his feet- foot- to slide off the side of the bed. One right boot, and then the clang of metal of a prosthetic, ending right below his knee. Gobber must have been crafting one in his free time and attached it when I had been gone. It's a combination of wood and metal, the actual foot being a simple frame with the shin full of intricate workings that don't remind me all that differently from Hiccup's old prosthetic tail.

His breaths quicken and I hate to say it but he looks close to tears. All that water doesn't belong in his beautiful Dragon eyes. Don't comment, I know what you're thinking. But I don't like seeing him this close to an emotional breakdown. However, I've heard what's he's been through, literally, and as a soldier, I respect his strength. He had to be pretty tough to get through this. Unfortunately, I'm not entirely sure whether or not the hard part is over.

"Hiccup, I'm- I'm so- this is all my fault," I stammer, but he ends my misery by shutting his eyes for a couple seconds, then opening them with a new and set determination.

"You did more than I could have. You did what I wasn't able to, and you got me out with my life. For that I thank you."

"Yeah, well, you're not the only one who came out scathed." He gives me a questioning look and I hold out my arm, reminding him of what I've lost. It should be nothing compared to him, but we both know that a downed Dragon is a dead one.

"I- oh, great Alphas, Astrid, I'm sorry," he looks down. He knows that I can't bring it back; if I haven't had any luck thus far what hope does the future bring? There won't be any prosthetics for me. But I'll survive. I always have. He knows that, too.

"We'll get through it. We will," I say, determined. He nods, pressing his lips together.

Shakily, he uses the bedpost to pull himself to his feet- foot, it's foot now- sucking in deep breaths. Once he figures he's strong enough, he squares his shoulders, stretches out his tail for balance, and takes a step. It's my reflexes that are able to catch him when he immediately stumbles.

"Um, thanks," he mutters, because the position that we're in with his arms flung across my shoulders and me supporting his whole weight isn't exactly graceful. Or comfortable.

"No problem. Good thing you've got me, I guess, huh Toothless?" I tease, maybe a tad bit awkwardly.

And as I help him hobble out on his new prosthetic foot, I realize that it's not the story of a Viking and a Dragon, it's not even the two sides of a war coming together. It's just me and Hiccup; two very different beings meeting somewhere in between and making it work against all odds. And that's the thing, we don't belong in each other's worlds. We probably won't ever. That's why we dared to be different, why we became friends in the first palce, why we decided to make our own world to decide what's right and what's not. I've got two feet on the ground when I want to fly and Hiccup's only able to do what he's made to through a metal contraption. We make a funny duo, us two. The Dragon who belongs to the skies but walks the earth for the Viking who is stuck on the ground but dreams of her wings.

We near the door and I hear him say softly, "Good thing I've got you, Stormy."

For some odd reason, his words stifle me into silence. I don't want to say that it goes both ways, maybe because I don't have the courage to, but I can feel him smiling and I get the feeling he understands. I don't speak as we open the door- only to immediately close it as a Monstrous Nightmare snaps its jaws at us from outside.

We both slam it shut and stare side-eyed at each other, each asking the other what in Odin's beard that was.

"Um, together?" he suggests, reaching for the knob with one hand.

I nod. "On three; one, two-"

We both say "Three" and we push the door open. The Nightmare is still outside... But so are a bunch of other Dragons. I'm not sure what the bigger surprise is, all of these Dragons, or that I recognize most of them.

"Snotlout?" I exclaim to the red Nightmare. Red like the one I killed... Nope, just gonna shut that one up right there. Nope, nope, nope, double nope.

Indeed, Snotlout's...charming grin greets us and he soars up the steps to meet us, his little Terrible Terror friend hanging onto the end of his snake-like tail.

"The Night Fury's up!" he shouts, and a chorus of cheers from the village follow it. Hiccup stares in astonishment and amazement at the village full of Vikings and Dragons, peacefully side by side.

"You Bonded," I blink. "What- how- when?"

"Yeah, most of us did after you two defeated the Dragon Queen," he says happily and full of pride. I do notice that his eyes are still the same blue. Strange. She must have focused solely on me, and not the rest of the Dragons. I wonder if the twins finally fully Bonded. Most likely, they have. Then, lifting his tail effortlessly, Snotlout says, "Oh, and this is Gustav; Gustav, Astrid and the Night Fury."

"His name's Hiccup," I inform him sourly as the newly dubbed 'Gustav' gives a series of clicks and clacks of his tongue, skittering up and down the length of Snotlout's tail. Who knew he actually could put up with all this... That anyone here could.

A small crowd soon forms around Hiccup and me, with Stoick approaching rapidly with a large grin. He looks happier than I ever remember him being. I do notice that he hasn't Bonded, though.

"Chief Stoick," I bow my head in respect and Hiccup is just about to say something when the large man claps him on the back and exclaims, "You're finally awake!"

Hiccup is still reeling from all the positive attention and he looks utterly in awe of everything around here. Since he's too flabbergasted to say anything, I ask for us both. "What happened around here?"

"Well, seems like Bonding isn't such a bad thing now. More Dragons are popping up everywhere and quite a number of our own have joined them. Only now, the Turned ones remember and the Bonded no longer have a reason to fight us," Stoick explains.

"It all makes sense," Hiccup says, as if to himself, though we all listen in. "She's not repelling away the parts that would remember, so now they can keep their memories."

I want to say something to Hiccup, but I don't know if he'll have the answer and I don't want to worry the others. If getting rid of the Dragon Queen is all it took for the Dragons to keep their memories through Bonding, why did they never remember before? Valka had once been a Hairy Hooligan; she hadn't always been a Dragon, and she hadn't always been the Dragon Queen. Dragons have always lost themselves to the beasts inside, so, what's changed?

Deciding against fretting about it and accepting that everything is good, I send a smile in Hiccup's direction. He returns it and his ear flaps swivel forwards in a happy gesture. Hiccup got his homecoming, a place to belong and be accepted by others for who he is and what he believes in, just what he's always wanted; a place to be free. It's more than what he ever hoped for, and it's written all over his face.

"A-Astri-id!" a stuttering squawk sounds loudly from the sky and I turn just in time to get bowled over by a very large and purple Deadly Nadder. Asmund's incredibly thick arms wrap around my shoulders, totally unphased by the spiked shoulder pads. I can't help but smile warmly and pat his back fondly.

"A-Astrid is o-okay?" he pulls back, concern on his face. I'm sure someone had told him how Hiccup and I had practically fallen into an explosion of flames and I quickly feel a strike of guilt for avoiding him and everyone else for the past few days, but I force it down. I had to be doing something else important.

"Yes, I'm fine," I reassure him.

"Told you we'd have your back through it all," Gobber comes up behind me and claps me on the back. Now, it doesn't sting, but it does send me rocketing forwards straight into Hiccup's chest, who fortunately catches me and helps me up, much to both our embarrassment.

"Yeah, I'll give you that," I answer Gobber, giving him a hard stare. I then spy a large bundle in his arms and I point to it. "What's that?"

"Well, we can't have a flightless Night Fury on our hands," he gives a toothy grin and I can't help but cringe. Yeah, it'd be really bad to have a flightless Dragon… Hiccup gives me a look but I stare him down, silently demanding him to keep quiet. He turns his green gaze away in understanding, not saying anything about my inability to do anything in the skies with him.

Gobber dumps the pile in Hiccup's arms and he nearly staggers under the weight. He's strong so it's not the physical weight that causes shock, it's the mental one that brings him to realization that this is where he belongs, now. He gives the old blacksmith a bewildered look, like he can't believe a Viking simply came up to him and gave something to him without worry whatsoever. He better get used to that…

"Well, try it on," Gobber tells him with a wave of his hook and a bemused expression. Hiccup turns to me, silently asking for help and I quickly oblige, making sure he doesn't hurt himself whilst getting it on over his new prosthetic.

"Fits perfectly," Hiccup shifts his tail around, carefully observing the contraption. It's different than the one he previously had. Gobber has pulled his genius mind through once again. This prosthetic doesn't go all the way up his tail, around his waist, and down his tail, it's simply a new tailfin, controlled by wires and gears synced to his remaining tailfin to mirror the movements it makes, allowing more freedom without the issues of gears. The fin is painted a bright red with a white skull on it which, for some odd reason, I find amusing, but for the most part, it's the same design of the tailfin as mine. Hiccup flaps his tailfin open and closed, and the prosthetic moves along with it with an audible sound of clicking gears shifting.

"What do you say, wanna test it out?" Stoick appears beside Hiccup, a foreign and unfamiliar emotion in his gaze. It's not hostile nor bad in any way, it's just… different.

The crowd is suddenly pushing me out of the way, and though I'd normally protest, I don't feel like it this time. Hiccup's the hero who saved everyone, it's his time. Let the Night Fury fly above everyone else and lead us into a brand new future.

They don't need to know that it was actually the Nadder halfling who shot the final blow.

It's surprisingly easy to slip through all the burly Vikings and into the clear air, despite me heading in the opposite direction. People used to notice me a whole lot more because I was the the most successful Viking-in-training and my future was pretty much set. But now, with all the Dragons, my life isn't that much of an issue. And I'm perfectly fine with that. I think the attention might just break me, anyways. Solitary time is all I need to get over myself.

I smile to myself as I weave through the town. There are Dragons almost everywhere I turn. Monstrous Nightmares leaping into troughs of water after they accidentally set themselves on fire, Gronkles with a confused look on their face as they gnaw on a rock and find it quite enjoyable, Hideous Zipplebacks soaring clumsily through the air together, Terrors scurrying between huts; it's complete and utter chaos but it's the closest thing to peace we've ever had. Dragons and Vikings, living together in the same vicinity. Who would have thought? It's a dream come true, and I hadn't even known it was one in the first place.

It's a lot to take in, and I'm suddenly feeling just the slightest bit overwhelmed. Deciding to head into the woods, I take my leave, heading off in a steady but fast-paced gait. The trees blur in my vision but I don't care. I'm not really sad or anything, not like that at all. It just feels good to run with the air whistling in my ear. For the first time since- well, since I can remember, I feel… content. Like, there's absolutely nothing I need to do. It's almost alarming because there's always going to be something, and I need to do, and I shouldn't feel so calm.

Without realizing it, I almost run off a cliff. Luckily, I become aware of my surroundings to stop myself, because Odin, that would have been embarrassing to survive an explosion and die after having fallen off a cliff.

As I catch my breath, I realize that I recognize this place. It's where Hiccup first learned to fly. I can't help but grin softly as I meander over to the stump. That stupid thing. I give it a good kick just to be sure.

"Now what did that stump do to you?" I hear Hiccup say. I turn around but I only see Asmund rising above the cliff face and landing.

"Hello Asmund," I greet, furrowing my brow. I could have sworn I'd heard-

"H-hi Astr-id," Asmund preens, carefully depositing a black Night Fury on the ground.

"Oh, I thought I heard you," I fold my arms and smirk just the tiniest bit. Why? Well, why ever not. Asmund gives me a wide, toothy grin before cackling and flying off in the direction of Berk. Well, there goes that Nadder.

"So, what are you doing here?" I ask, settling myself into a sitting position on the ground. Hiccup hops over and rests on the stump.

"Was wondering where you disappeared to. It's not very nice to leave a Dragon all alone with a horde of Vikings, you know."

I snort. "Come on, some of them were Dragons."

"Yeah, some of them were…"

We both fade off, and I frown. Some of them are. Some of them will be. And some won't ever be. I won't ever be…

Hiccup grabs ahold of the stump and uses his wings to help force him to a standing position. Looking down at me as if sensing my sadness, he holds his hand out to me. I look up at him, a silent question adorning my face.

"Come on, Stormy. Let's go for a flight."

I raise my eyebrows.

"It'll be the first time I've flown in a while, too, you know," he adds. I wonder why he had asked Asmund to give him to ride to find me. I mean, I suppose with his new tail fin he could have flown himself, but instead asked the help of another. Obviously his prosthetic works fine, Gobber had invented it, after all, but still. It's confusing.

And I'm not so sure I want to go. It'll just remind me of all the things I'll never have again. Hiccup will be unsteady for a while but he'll be back on his wings in no time, whereas for me, I hadn't even known I was going to be saying goodbye…

He must see the internal battle on my face, because he wraps his tail around the stump and leans down so he can pull me to my feet. "Don't worry. I won't let you fall," he reassures me, though we both know that's not what I'm worried about.

It takes a few tries for me to climb onto his back comfortably while he supports my weight on his new foot, but eventually we get it and he stretches out his black wings, flapping them a few times so that we skyrocket into the air.

I had only known this on my own a total of two times, but Thor's hammer, did I miss this. I let loose a laugh as he slowly soars right beneath the clouds. It's a surprisingly warm day for the weather, and the sky is a light, natural blue as opposed to the typical grey. Perhaps the gods are smiling down on us, after all.

Closing my eyes, I stretch out my arms, allowing my hands to run through the clouds. Most people think they're soft based on appearances, and while I can't exactly say I've ever taken time away from my day to stop and ponder over what clouds feel life, they're really just the opposite. It feels like there's nothing there, though it's cold and when I retract my hands there's a thin layer of water running down my arms. Interesting.

My smile must say it all as Hiccup glances back at me, and I look down at him. I revel in the feeling of flight. It's incredible, even if I'm not doing it on my own. There must be a little bit of Dragon left in me, because it is cheering out its pleasure and my whole body is buzzing with energy. If I close my eyes, I can almost pretend that it is me flying. Although I know that my wings are attached to my arms, but if I just stretch them out, I can almost feel my pointed wings leaping from my skin to meet the wind, my long, spiked tail unfurling behind me, the weight added to my head as my crown of horns add decoration to my head. And I swear, it's as if I could push off Hiccup and fly on my own.

"Astrid!" a distant shouts, and my eyes snap open. I don't know how I am able to tell, but somehow, I just know. When I meet his green, Dragon orbs, my own are gold- and I am flying.

Hiccup is matching me, wingbeat for wingbeat, not ten feet below me, and he is radiantly beaming at me. I gasp in shock, plummeting a little bit as I stare at my wings. They're here…. They're here and they're beautiful.

I laugh gleefully as I dive in the air, going off on a full scale of intricate acrobats, spinning and dipping and barrel rolling as I shape the clouds with the wind I leave behind. I can hear Hiccup's own laugh ringing through the air around me, following me closely with his own joyful tricks.

We stop in a clearing in the vapor. My wings are dripping with moisture and my eyes are clouded but I don't care. I rush to meet him, practically knocking the wind out of him as I wrap my arms around him, his wings supporting us both. This time, he doesn't wait for the shock to settle in, instead, his arms surround me, and we stay that way a moment longer than I'd normally allow.

"How-?"

"I don't know-!"

"Incredible-"

"Do you think it'll last?"

"No idea!"

We both go off on a rant when we break apart, hovering in the air as we laugh. I don't know how I Turned once more, but I'm a Dragon now and there's no way I'm not going to make the most of it.

"I thought the Dragon Queen took it away," Hiccup stated.

"I did, too," I admit. "But… Obviously not. I mean, look! I can fly, Hiccup!"

"Do you think it'll stay?" he asks, his voice cautious.

"I don't know," I frown. "I don't really know what to think. But either way, hey, the both of us are here, alive, and we should be thanking whoever's out there- the gods, the great Alphas- for that."

"Yeah, after you almost died," he laughs awkwardly, but I wince. It must be a sore topic for him, and the sting of hurt that he (apparently) felt still lingers.

"You know, you were going to do the same thing I was," I prod. "And you were far closer to death than I was. They weren't sure you were going to make it."

I don't mean for my voice to shake at the very end, but it had been frightening. The thought that I'd never get to talk to him or see him again wasn't something that I liked. It had been different when I was about to die for him, but when I could do nothing but stand by and watch it was a whole different tale. We both stop talking after that, glancing down. I wonder if he's struggling to stay afloat in his sea of memories, too.

The awkward moment that settles in afterward is something I don't particularly like, so I end the silence by punching him on the arm. It's not hard enough to hurt, just enough to get a rise out of him.

"Ow!" he lashes his tail in annoyance.

"That's for scaring me," I huff.

"What?" he complains, exasperated. "Is it always gonna be this way with you, because, if it is, I'm still a Night Fury and I can-"

I roll my eyes at his empty threats, momentarily pausing my wingbeats to grab the front of his shirt and press my lips to his. He's too stunned to do anything and I hide the fact that my head is swimming when I pull back. I do have a reputation to uphold, you know. His face is almost laughable, his eyes are cloudy and he looks to be in some sort of trance.

I laugh, calling over my shoulder, "Get used to it, Toothless."

"I'll just get used to it," I hear him agree in a dazed voice.

Berk is a rather interesting place, and it's far from simple. Vikings are tough, they refuse to die off because of any sort of threat, and like seven generations before them, they thrive on this barren little island. But there's something different about this particular generation. We still have those frightening, flying, fire-throwing lizards that take over our bodies and wreak havoc on our town, but they no longer take over our minds, and the only wreckage Dragons do nowadays is when a halfling has difficulties with their new appendages or fire abilities. It's a hard life, filled with difficult choices and outcomes that we don't always find to our liking, but that's just the way it goes. You have to deal with the bad and hope that you're strong enough to make it through. We're Vikings. Being strong is what we do. However, I'm no longer just a Viking. I've hidden a secret the size of the Nine Worlds and I've risked everything on the chance that my best friend could have a chance at survival, but there must be something Odin likes about me, or that Hel hates, because my luck hasn't run out just yet. I'm still able to leisurely soar through the skies after everything that's happened, and even if my wings disappear once my feet hit the ground, I'll continue to push on. I know I'll miss it, but at least I know I'll be saying farewell. I am a Viking through and through, but there's nothing incredibly special about me. I dream of the skies because, like most of the others here on Berk, I'm just a-

"-stupid half-human!" Hiccup taunts as he zips by, a black blur in the corner of my eye and a laugh amidst the wind.

"Take that back you useless half-reptile!" I shout, speeding off after him and chasing him through the clouds, placing my trust on wings that might not last. Be that as it may, they're here for now, and that's all that really matters as they bring me that much closer to Hiccup.

Merry Christmas! Can this count as my Christmas present to you all? I can't believe it took me this long to finish the last chapter. I'm really, really, reeeeeeeally sorry it took this long, and I don't actually have an acceptable excuse, I just didn't feel like writing it. However, now I can finally CELEBRATE because Soul Of A Dragon is now complete! I'm still going to go through and edit some of the first chapters every now and then when I feel like it but there won't be any more plot changes, just better writing (hopefully). Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter and every other one before that, I've had an amazing time writing this even though it took me practically forever to finish!

Oh, and I am writing a sequel following the plotline of HTTYD 2, but I have not started it yet so it might be a little while. I do have details but I'll save it for the story *insert smiley face*. Hopefully it won't be another five+ months. I'm currently working on a modern HTTYD fanfic that'll be coming out soon so keep an eye out for that if you're interested.

Thanks again, and even if you're reading this way after this story's completed, I'd really appreciate it if you reviewed, I'd love to know your thoughts, even if they're as sour as five warheads. Hope to see you again soon in another story!