A/N: Yá'át'ééh!

My first big story! So this story is inspired a little bit by the Game of Thrones series, but it won't be a direct match to it at all. Also, it would be important to mention that this story is also inspired by how the real Vikings lived, so it will have a lot of what HTTYD left out. Basically a little more historically accurate, but with dragons and Norse mythology . Y'know, to spice things up. It will definitely go along with the plots in the franchise, but perhaps the characters will be a wee bit different. Let's see..

Disclaimer:

I do not claim HTTYD, GOT or anything related to those two series. I am no where near that level of creativity.

"NO! Oh, Gods, NO! I beg you!"

A shrill voice pierced through the air as a man was dragged through a crowd of people. "P-Please don't do this! I truly didn't mean no harm! Please, Lady Asny! Have mercy!" the man begged as his raw knees kept scraping against dirt and rocks. Just then, a woman's voice sounded into the night, full of unmistakable venom, "You expect me to believe that bullshit?" she spat as the man was bounded to a pyre, "You dared to hurt one of my sisters. You knew the consequences of your actions. But instead, you listened to your dick rather than your mind. For that, you shall pay." She nodded and a warrior walked up to the woman, handing her a torch. As she held the torch in front of her, the fire matching the one burning in her eyes, she bellowed out, "You, Hjor Hakisson, will burn. Your screams will be the last things you hear, just as the screams of my sister was the last thing she heard before you stole her life away."

The man, Hjor, threw his head and let out a bitter laugh, responding with:

"You'll never hear me scream, you whore!"

The woman raised an eyebrow before bending down and touching the flame to one of the bushes deposited around the pyre, starting both the execution and the sacrifice. She then turned away and took a bundle of clothes in her arms from a woman nearby, gazing lovingly at it, before inaudibly mumbled, "My time here has ended. These will be the final breaths I shall take, my love." She turned to the gathering crowd and said, "My dear people, tonight will be the last time I walk this land. With the dying of the flames, my life goes too. This three hundred year old war between my children and the Vikings has drained me of life. I do wish I have served you all well. With my death comes the commencement of my daughter's reign. She and her soulmate will bring the end of the war between the dragons and the Vikings. And you will all live in harmony."

After her sincere speech, she lifted her babe to her lips and kissed the temple of her daughter, "My lass, you will make me proud. You must always remember that you are the key to the end of this war," she quietly continued," Both you and your soulmate, who you'll meet in due time. You'll know when you meet him. The bond will be there. Quite like the bond connecting your father and I. May you always carry the strength and knowledge of the Hofferson women before you, for you are the daughter of Asny Hofferson, the granddaughter of Torunn Ingidottir, and the direct descendant of Frejya herself. You are the first of her name. The Daughter of the Dragon. Never forget. Avy Jorrāelan tala." And with one last kiss, she handed the babe back to her faithful comrade, her best friend, Svala Tolässon. Asny pressed a gentle kiss to Svala's cheek before turning around. With a proud smile, she proceeded to walk through the flames. Her head never failed to fall as the fire encircled her worn body.

The crowd bowed their heads in sorrow as the spirit of Asny left Midgard while the screams of the burning Hjor followed her. Svala felt tears roll down her cheeks as she gazed down at the sleeping babe in her arms, the last bit of memory of her best friend and sister-in-battle. "You will be one of a kind, Astrid. Much like your muña. Much like your soulmate. May the blood of Old Hofferson endlessly run through you." And with a turn of her cloak, Svala stepped away from the light. Away from the bodies of Asny and Hjor burning. Away from the intense sadness and death that filled the air. She stared straight ahead, towards an upcoming future of peace between the Vikings and the Dragons.

" Geros ilas, my love. Take care of our Astrid.."

And, above Svala and baby Astrid, flew a beast, far more greater than the blue whales of the seas. Wings pounding against the star-lit sky, he guided the pair home, his golden eyes searching for any threat to appear. "Take care of our Astrid," was the last thing his Asny said to him before her spirit departed, breaking the bond they had shared for so long. Ragnar then swore on his life that he'll stop at nothing to protect his daughter, the one nestled in the arms of Svala. For his Asny.

A/N: Like I said in the beginning, I got part of my inspiration for One of a Kind Soulmate from "Games of Thrones", especially watching my favorite character, Daenerys. Season 8 totally fucked her up, I was not amused. But there will be no need to worry though, Astrid will still be the strong, badass girl we came to love. Not too much like Daenerys, for they're both their own character.

Translations:

•Avy Jorrāelan = I love you

•Tala = Daughter

•Muña = Mother

•Geros ilas = Goodbye/ Farewell.