Ahh, nothing like spending your Sunday listening to music and writing. It's a great feeling, especially after a super long shower xD Sadly this is how I spend most Sundays, but you know, you gotta enjoy the little things, right? :] Right! So I have another idea for a story, I'm not going to write it but I want to put the idea out there for opinions. Would you guys read a story about if dragons weren't accepter, Hiccup never met Toothless, etc. where Astrid was married off to Hiccup (Him being heir as chief and all)? I had the idea a few days ago and I want to know if it's worth typing out. But in the meantime, I'm going to add on to that prologue a few chapters back when Astrid decides to tell Berk about Hiccup's little secret. So, enjoy, read, and review!

32. Timing

She couldn't just run into the village and break the news. It was obvious everyone would simply laugh it off. Why would the best Viking trainee actually think good of the beasts? It definitely blew Astrid into full blown anger though. She wished more than anything to be best, or at second best not have Hiccup be ahead of her. Though now she knew the truth. She had been the best all along, and Hiccup had been no better than a cheater. Treason even, at the extremist. Astrid stopped running a long time ago. The image of dark leathery wings flapping in the sky, a mop of auburn hair accompanying it burned in her mind. She couldn't forget it…

A wave of guilt crashed over her. How on earth could she feel this much emotion? One second she was angry at him, not she felt bad? What was wrong with her? Astrid stopped at the creek, splashing its cool drink on her face, trying to focus on what she said she would do. She had to tell someone what she knew. Anyone. But preferably someone important, like Stoick or even Gobber. A person who could gather the council to decide upon proper punishment and action that was necessary to happen.

Astrid screamed, confused. The wave of the guilt she felt earlier had never left her. Maybe they weren't so bad? What if she just let anger get the best of her? She was given the opportunity to fly, but decided to try and redeem herself by spilling the beans. Astrid stopped, sighing. She couldn't tell anyone. Not anymore. The need was gone, and she allowed the guilt to flow through her, she deserved it.

All she wanted to do now was to find Hiccup. Apologize, tell him his secret was still safe. But how? He had a Night Fury, the fastest and most camouflaged of all dragons. For all she knew he was on another island, prepared to hide there forever. Then what? People would grow worried, go searching for him. So either way they were going to find out the truth.

Oh, Odin…

The idea came to her like a slap in the face. A hope? A chance, that was for sure. As far as Astrid knew she was the only one who knew, so she was the one who had to do this. Astrid sat down, defeated, leaned against a tree. She sat there until the sky was dark, blinking lights dotting the sky and framing the half moon, placing itself on top of the sky, as if claiming territory. It was one of those rare things that could melt Astrid's heart with all the beauty it held, but not tonight. She was still too stunned that she was doing this.

Astrid got up, running until she was out of the woods, approaching the village. She silently thanked Thor for having an uncanny ability to go quiet and unnoticed, a skill most blundering Vikings couldn't dream of. She snuck through the village, using every short cut and dark path she remembered from the days when her and Ruff would go hang out in the forest, giggling the whole time. Finally she reached her house, a large ranch separated from the rest of the village by fields the wealthy families live stock lived on. Sneaking to the back of the house, she entered her room through the window she always kept open for this purpose exactly.

Astrid was fast, not wanting to waste much time. She grabbed her favorite and most reliable back sack, her secret food stash (She was a girl, of course she would have extra food hidden!) and other items she was sure she would need. Astrid scribbled a note of departure and left it on her bed before hopping back out her window and into the night.

It was another ten minutes before she entered the arena, spooked at how different it was during the night. She scanned the barred doors, noting the dragons hidden behind each one. Gronckle, Zippelback, Monstrous Nightmare, Terrible Terror… Each had it's flaws. Except the Nadder. Astrid retrieved a large piece of mutton from the meat locker, throwing her sack to the side as she sighed, blinking back fear.

She couldn't believe she was doing this.

Kinda left you hanging, I know. xP But it seemed like a nice place to end, no? So I suppose this would go along with a previous chapter, in Astrid's POV. I don't think I would be able to write Hiccup's well.. But anyways. Please review with your opinions and maybe I'll post another drabble! :)