Chapter 6: Announcement and Departure

Sigyn slumped over the handles of the plow as Bertha stopped yet again. She was such a stubborn yak at times and apparently, today was going to be one of those days. Patting the stubborn animal on the rump as she passed, Sigyn made her way around to the front of the house. Her throat was dry and she wanted to check on her father who sat on the porch enjoying the sun on his face.

"Bertha giving you trouble again?" asked her father as she passed him and went inside the house.

"She wants to be out grazing rather than working," called Sigyn over her shoulder. Wetting a rag she washed the sweat and dirt from her face and hands. "I can't say I blame her either with all the green shoots coming up in the meadow but I want to get the garden planted by tomorrow."

"At the rate you're going, that's not likely to happen."

"That's for sure," she said, pouring herself some water. "I'll be lucky to get it in by the end of the week."

"When will Snotlout be around next?"

"I'm not sure," she admitted, biting a lip. Pouring another glass of water she took it out to her father. "He went with the other Dragon Riders to see if they could find the escaped berserker prisoner."

"Oswald the Agreeable's son?" asked her father, accepting the water that she pressed into his hand.

"Yeah, that one. Snotlout said something about going to a shipwreck graveyard and I'm not sure how far away it is or if they will come straight back."

"Hmm…" hummed her father, sipping at the cool water. "Seems like our few years of peace might be coming to an abrupt end."

"I hope not." She remembered how hectic and unpredictable their lives had been just a few years ago between the dragons and their enemies. She sat on the front step, trying to get the dirt from under her short fingernails. "But a bit of action might make Snotlout happier."

"How so?"

"It may mean reinstating the Dragon Riders full time again. Snotlout was a bit lost when Hiccup disbanded the academy just after Snoggletog."

"Isn't he working with Gobber at the armory now?"

"Yeah."

"I thought Hiccup worked there too," said her father.

"According to Snotlout, Hiccup is too busy chasing dragons around the archipelago to be much help to Gobber and Snotlout needed something to keep himself busy."

"What are the other riders doing?"

"Snotlout says Astrid is joining the Berk Guard and Mrs. Ingerman says Fishlegs is working at the school with the kids. I'm not sure what the twins have chosen to do other than to wreak total havoc on the village."

"Does Snotlout enjoy working with Gobber?"

"Eh... debatable. The work is dull but he likes the new title he has."

"And what title is that?"

"Oficial Weapon Tester of Berk," she said with a grin. "I think he's only told me 50 or so times. Anyway, I just hope they catch this deranged guy so stuff can go back to normal, or as normal as life ever is here on Berk." She stood dusting off her trousers though she was headed straight back to the garden.

15 minutes later and Bertha still would not move. The yak grunted lowly, her head turning toward the meadow where her calf was grazing quietly. Giving it up as a bad job Sigyn unhitched the yak and shooed her out of the garden before retrieving the shovel. Looked like she'd be doing this by hand. At least she had jumped on the garden first thing. It was still early spring and a few extra days would not hurt anything. Resigning herself to the task she pushed the shovel into the dirt.

She had turned over about a sixth of the garden when a large shadow passed overhead drawing her attention. Shading her eyes with a hand she looked up to see the familiar silhouette of Hookfang above. Leaving the trowel standing erect in the garden she hopped the garden fence and jogged up the path to where the yaks grazed. The yaks moved lazily out of the way as Hookfang landed with a soft thump. The dragon rumbled happily as he closed the distance between them.

"Hey, hey, hey. Let me down first would you," called Snotlout. Hookfang's nose was warm as he nuzzled Sigyn's side until she relented and rubbed under his chin.

"Hey Hookfang," she said, grinning as Snotlout dismounted.

"You know I sometimes think you like my dragon more than you like me," he said, straightening his helmet before folding his arms over his chest and scowling at her.

"Oh don't be a jealous sore head," she said, giving Hookfang a final pat. "It's not like you come running for me to rub under your chin." She paused, taking in his frown. "Your trip go that badly?"

"Johann was the one who sent us out that direction and as per usual, anything involving Johann is always more trouble than it's worth."

"You all got back safe, didn't you?"

"Yeah," he said, letting his arms fall to his side, one hand resting on his belt. "Despite Johann failing to mention the enormous screaming eels." He shuddered. "I hate eels. And even with the booby-trapped shipwrecks and Dagur showing up with a ship of goons we still managed to make it out of there alive and largely unscathed, although apparently, Tuff will have itchy teeth for a day or two."

"Itchy teeth?" she asked.

"Yeah, even though we didn't get out any treasure before Dagur showed up, Hiccup did manage to come out with something he's now calling the Dragon Eye."

"The Dragon Eye?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't ask me," he said, shrugging. "Hiccup named it. Anyway, it's a booby-trapped cylinder and when Gobber was trying to open it Tuff got hit with a dart and some gas. Apparently, Gothi's cure makes your teeth itch."

"I didn't know teeth could itch," she said. Hookfang came to stand behind Snotlout and he leaned back on him in a slump.

"Dunno," said Snotlout shrugging. "It's Tuff, so he could just be making that bit up. It wouldn't surprise me either way."

"So if you didn't catch Dagur does that mean you're going back out after him?"

"Probably, but not until Hiccup gets his head screwed on. He's completely obsessed with this Dragon Eye, so much so that he wants us to fly out to someplace called Snow Wraith Island to get a tooth from a dragon."

"Why a tooth?"

"He thinks it's the key to open the Dragon Eye."

"So you're leaving again?" she asked, shooing a fly off her arm. He nodded. "When?"

"Tomorrow morning. Hiccup would probably go now but Astrid talked some sense into him. I mean we just got back this morning from chasing Dagur and now he wants us to fly outside the archipelago to get a dragon tooth."

"How far outside the archipelago?"

"Not sure. It's going to take us a few days, especially since we have to bring Gothi."

"Why?"

"Because the old bat is the only one who's been to this so-called island or seen a Snow Wraith and lived to tell about it."

"Is it really that dangerous?" she asked, biting a lip.

"Why?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Worried about me?" he asked with a fake pout on his lips. She punched his shoulder.

"Hey," he said, rubbing his arm.

"You'd have to be a blockhead not to worry," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. He cocked his head to the side.

"You really are worried about me aren't you," he said. She was a little hurt by the surprise in his voice.

"Really? After all these months of me bandaging you up, you're only just figuring this out now? Why else would I patch you up time after time if I didn't care?"

"Well if you care so much, why hit me?" he said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning toward her.

"Because you deserved it," she said. Hookfang gave what sounded like a deep growling laugh.

"Laugh it up," said Snotlout, scowling and elbowing Hookfang. "See if I save any more rats for your feed trough." Hookfang just moved away, sending Snotlout sprawling in the grass. "Stupid dragon," muttered Snotlout taking the hand that Sigyn held out to him. Hookfang ignored him, making his way towards the house. Hookfang had recently taken to sleeping in a sunny spot in front of the barn. She and Snotlout meandered down the short path toward the house.

"You know, your punch doesn't come close to Astrid's," he said as they reached the yard. She snorted.

"It wasn't supposed to."

Snotlout shoved his hands in his pockets. "So what are you up to today?" he asked. She stopped in front of the garden and pointed to the shovel. He frowned. "Did you turn over all that dirt by hand?"

"Bertha was being stubborn now there's something to eat in the meadow."

"But I told you me and Hookfang would come help. Why didn't you wait?"

"I didn't know how long you would be gone hunting for Dagur."

"Fair point, but still. How long did it take you just to plow this much?" Sigyn looked at the garden. It was probably about 60 paces long and 30 paces wide and she had done about 10 ft.

"A couple of hours, but I still have to go back through and break up the bigger chunks," she said. He sighed, shaking his head.

"Hey Hookfang, come over here." Hookfang raised his head and at Snotlout's wave moved toward them.

"What's Hookfang got to do with my garden?" she asked. Snotlout opened the garden gate wider.

"Look at his feet and wings. His claws are enormous and perfect for the job."

"How so?" she asked as Hookfang passed ever so carefully through the gate and stood in the garden. Snotlout retrieved her shovel and came to lean on the fence beside her.

"All right, let her rip," called Snotlout. Immediately Hookfang began to dig, his long talon-like claws gouging into the dirt and turning it much faster than she would have imagined. She dodged as a dirt clod sailed past her shoulder. Snotlout was not so lucky.

"Hey, watch it," he spluttered, spitting dirt from his mouth and brushing it from his tunic. The two of them retreated several dozen paces as Hookfang turned this way and that, making short work of plowing the garden. Despite his exaggerated size Hookfang was careful not to brush up against the garden fence and knock it down.

"Told you," said Snotlout smugly. "Hours of work in a few minutes."

"That's pretty impressive," she admitted. They watched until Hookfang had pulverized all the garden except the corners, his body too big to fit without knocking into the fence. Taking to the air briefly, Hookfang hopped over the fence and came to push his nose in her side again. She obliged him, rubbing his scales enthusiastically.

"Thanks, Hookfang!"

"No thank you Snotlout?" said Snotlout. "Typical."

"Quit grousing," she said, shaking her head. "Hookfang did the work."

"But he's my dragon." She rolled her eyes and seized his face in her hands before he could pull away. He froze his eyes wide. She grinned.

"Thank you Snotlout. My life would be meaningless without you in it," she said, her voice dripping sarcasm. He relaxed and folded his arms over his chest.

"It really would, wouldn't it," he said smirking. She pinched his nose and let him go.

"You keep telling yourself that."

"Don't worry I know what you can't say out loud," he said rubbing his pink nose.

"So your trip was a total bust?" she asked, giving Hookfang another rub.

"Well not entirely," he admitted. "Hiccup up got the Dragon Eye but I didn't come away empty-handed."

"I'm almost afraid to ask," she said, leaning back against the fence. He set aside her shovel and went around to the saddlebag on the other side of Hookfang. After a few moments, he came back into view. Tucked under his helmet were three long braids of gold-blonde hair. He twirled the end of a braid in his fingers and cocked his hip to one side.

"My name is Sigyn and I'm so in love with Snotlout," he said, affecting a whiny feminine voice. "He's so handsome and strong, the perfect model of a viking man." Hookfang snuck his tail behind Snotlout and smacked him upside the head, upsetting the helmet and skewing the braids of hair. Sigyn couldn't help herself and burst into laughter as Snotlout tried and failed to catch a braid that had slipped out from under his helmet.

"Hookfang," grumbled Snotlout, taking off his helmet to remove the blond hair. Sigyn stooped to pick up the braid that had fallen in the dirt.

"Where on Earth did you get this hair?" she asked, trying not to laugh. "And why did you keep it for that matter?"

"First," he said, raising a finger. "This is not just any old hair. It's royal hair I'll have you know. I found it in a chest on one of the wrecked ships along with a portrait of the royals that it belonged to."

"But why keep it."

"Maybe blonde hair suits me better."

She held a braid close to his face trying to imagine him blond. He stood there watching her as she examined his face, her head cocked to one side. For all his bravado and brag he could be cute in his own way, especially when he was happy and content. His laugh was contagious even if it was not as common an occurrence as it should be. And even though he was shorter than many, he was strong and unafraid of work. Not that she needed to tell him any of that. His head was already big enough... Except she had told him in small ways hadn't she? Despite the size of his ego she had long since come to see just how frail it was so she was careful to feed it now and then. Stupid really, because some of the things he took pride in he actually had a fair claim to. Some of them anyway.

"Well?" he asked, shaking her free from her meandering thoughts. "What do you think? Blond or brunette?"

"Nope, I just can't see it. You're too pale to be blond. You look better with your natural hair. It makes your blue eyes stand out more. The contrast is good."

"Well, it was worth a try," he said, shrugging and taking the braid back from her.

"What are you going to do with the hair?" she asked.

"Don't know. I mostly just took it because it was there. The twins are the ones who found the gems. They didn't get to keep any unless Ruff managed to swallow a few, in which case she'll see them in a few days when she... "

"And I'm going to stop you there," she said, screwing up her face in disgust. "Anyway, you leave tomorrow morning right?"

"Yep. Another one of Hiccup's crazy adventures."

"Well, at least you're taking Gothi with you so you have a healer if anyone gets hurt."

"True enough. So try not to get sick while I'm gone because Gobber will be covering for Gothi."

"Noted," she said, shuddering. "Will you come to tell me about it when you get back?"

"Of course," he said, climbing up to sit on the top rail of the fence. "After all, I'm the only excitement you get around here."

"Well, you're not wrong. It's pretty quiet without you around. Just be careful alright?"

"I usually am," he said. "It's Hiccup you have to worry about. He sees a new dragon and his common sense runs right out his ears. He'd be toast without Toothless around."

"So," she said, reaching out to pluck at the braids in his hand. "If you don't want the hair can I have it?" His nose wrinkled in confusion.

"Why would you want the hair?"

"To make doll hair with. I could sell the dolls to Johann next time he's here."

"Will you give me a percentage?" he asked eagerly. She scoffed.

"No, but I will try making yak butter parfait again." Her first attempt had not gone so well but Snotlut had not complained about the runny consistency, claiming the taste was still good. He'd eaten it all.

"Deal!"

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Almost a week later Sigyn sat sprawled out on a large flat rock in the meadow. She was working on the beginnings of a doll as the yaks grazed nearby. The weather was warm enough that the spring runoff was flowing in slow-moving rivulets through the new grass that was pricking up through last year's dead shoots. She had kicked off her boots and left them under the trees where the ground was still firm and waded out to the large stone enjoying the cool water over her toes. Overhead birds flitted to and fro chasing the myriad of insects that buzzed in the warm air.

Yawning, she set the doll aside and stretched out on her stomach, soaking in the rock's absorbed warmth. Her legs poked out over the edge behind her. A butterfly landed on a crimson flower about a foot in front of her nose, its green and blue wings flashing in the sunlight. Feeling discomfort in her shins she flipped to her back, scooting further down the rock so the edge cradled the back of her knees. Her toes dangled in the cool pool of water at the base of the rock. She tucked an arm under her head and let her eyelids fall shut.

It was good to relax and soak up the sun for a change. The winter had been long and bitter but at last, as it always did, it had given way to spring. The garden was tilled and planted, she'd finished all her sewing orders, and she had even cleaned the house... Well, most of it. She had yet to sweep. For some reason, she detested sweeping. It just seemed so pointless. Snotlout had probably been the last one to handle the broom. She grinned at the thought and then frowned.

Snotlout was not back yet and it had been a week since he left with the others. Even Mrs. Ingerman had expressed concern that the riders had not returned. According to her, this was the longest they had been gone. It worried Sigyn… just a little. She sighed. Perhaps they would return today with news that they had found and captured Dagur. She hoped so. She didn't like Snotlout being gone so much. Despite all their banter she had truly come to look forward to his visits. It was good to have a friend again, even if he did have an overinflated ego. She threw an arm over her face blocking out the red glow from behind her eyelids. Her body relaxed further as her thoughts drifted and swirled lazily and eventually faded to black.

Something was touching her forehead. Blearily, she brushed it away. A few moments later it was back again. Troublesome fly.

"Hey! Your toes are wrinkly. Wake up!"

What was…? She opened her eyes to see familiar blue eyes staring down at her.

"Snotlout," she said, jerking up and instantly falling back down as her forehead smacked sickeningly into his. The impact knocked his helmet off and it crashed down onto her cheek before splashing into the water below. Her head bounced off the stone as it fell back down. Snotlout pulled back cursing, rubbing the bridge of his nose as she rubbed her face groaning.

"Geeze Sigyn, relax. It's not like I pounced on you or anything." He stooped to collect his helmet, dumping the water from it. She didn't answer, just moaned. "Are you okay?" he asked, his face reappearing above hers. She squinted up at him, the sunshine filtering down around his face making it hard to see anything but his silhouette.

"I'll be fine, just give me a minute for the stars to disappear." His face retreated and slowly she sat up. After a few seconds, her vision cleared and she turned to face him. He frowned.

"What's wrong?" she asked. His frown deepened, his dark brows drawn close together. He climbed up on the rock in front of her.

"Hold still," he said, reaching for her face.

"What?" she asked, pulling away.

"Just hold still," he said, lifting her chin. She let him. He licked his thumb and swiped it over her cheek. She hissed. It stung. "Your cheek is bleeding. It's just a little scratch. Must have been my helmet falling on your face. Surprised you didn't feel it."

"I did when you touched it," she said. He grimaced and let go of her chin.

"Sorry."

"For what?" she asked.

"You're probably going to have a bruise." It did hurt, but then again so did the front and back of her head.

"It's not your fault," she assured, rubbing a fingertip over the small scratch. It came away mostly clean. "Besides no one but you will ever see it anyway."

She looked around for the yaks but they must have returned to the barn for the meadow was empty except for Hookfang. The dragon was wallowing in the swampy grass, steam rising around him as he rumbled contentedly.

"Long flight?" she asked, pointing at Hookfang. "You were gone forever."

"So long," groaned Snotlout loudly. "It's maybe a day or two flight to Snow Wraith Island, but because of Gothi it took us almost three days both ways." He rubbed his lower back. "I never knew an old lady could be so bony."

"How so?" she asked, confused.

"She refused to ride with anyone except me… For six days she's been stuck to my side like a fly on yak dung."

"So does that make you the yak dung?" she asked, trying not to laugh.

"Ha, ha, ha," he said sarcastically.

"Well, why was she stuck to your side anyway?"

"Because Hookfang is a natural heater and the biggest dragon," said Snotlout, jabbing a finger over his shoulder at his dragon. He pulled his legs up to sit cross-legged beside her. "So of course, I got stuck with her for the entire time."

"But I thought you liked attention for women," she teased.

"Young women, girls my age, or at least much closer. Not," he shuddered, "Gothi."

"Well, your harem has to start somewhere," she said.

"But that's why I have you to fawn over me. I don't need Gothi." He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck with a grimace. "She would lean on me and fall asleep. So much drool. You have no idea. And her fingers are so grabby, she bruised my rib cage." Sigyn couldn't help but smile.

"Did you guys get the tooth you were after?"

"Yeah, actually as much as I dislike Gothi, she's a pretty tough old bird. She got super angry and attacked the Snow Wraith. One of its teeth got stuck in her staff before it flew away. Saved us the trouble of tracking it down for the third time. Got to admit I didn't think she had it in her."

"So did the tooth work? Did it open the Dragon Eye?"

"Sort of. At first, we didn't think it would, but Hiccup was messing around with it last night after we got back and finally got it to do something."

"You got back yesterday?"

"Yeah just before dinner. It's been a pretty busy day."

"Busy with what?"

"Don't jump out of your shirt. I'll get to that," he said, not meeting her eye.

"Alright. So what does the Dragon Eye do?" she asked, tucking her sewing supplies back in her bag.

"Fishlegs and Hiccup about lost their minds. Basically, it's got all sorts of information about dragons in it. It's pretty crazy. You hold it in front of dragon fire and it shines pictures and information on the wall depending on how you turn the pieces."

"Sounds interesting," she said, but she wasn't quite sure what it had to do with anything. "So are you guys going back out after Dagur or are you just dropping it altogether?"

"Yeah, about that."

"What?" she asked, noting his hesitation.

"Well, Hiccup is reorganizing the Dragon Riders."

"Oh, well that's good news for you, isn't it? It means you will have something to do other than help Gobber in your downtime."

"I won't have a lot of downtime," he said.

"Oh," she said, taken aback. "I guess you'll be too busy chasing Dagur?"

"Well that's part of it," he said, not looking at her as he shifted his helmet further up his brow. "But it's not just about being busy."

"What do you mean?" He sighed.

"You remember how I told you Hiccup is dragon crazy? Well with all the new information about new species of dragons Hiccup wants to go exploring… exploring outside the archipelago."

"You're going on another trip?"

"Sort of," he said.

"How long?" she asked, anticipating and dreading the answer.

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"I'm not sure," he admitted, shrugging. "Since it's Hiccup he will probably try and drag it out as long as he can so he doesn't have to become chief."

"How long can he put that off?"

"He told the council a year, two maybe."

She pulled away from him. A year or two?

"That's... That's a long time," she said, finally finding her voice. He didn't say anything. "When are you leaving?"

"Two days."

"That soon?" she said, an odd constriction in her ribs.

"Yeah, Hiccup is anxious to get started. See, it's not just about dragons or avoiding his father. It's also about catching Dagur and since Dagur has a personal vendetta against Hiccup he wants to draw the trouble away from Berk. At least that's what he told the council this morning."

"And you're all going with him?" He nodded.

"All the Dragon Riders are. We can search for Dagur and explore much faster on dragon back than by ship. What would take us a week by ship we can cover in a day or two on dragons."

But Sigyn wasn't listening. There was an empty pit where her stomach should be. Two years? Snotlout would be gone for two years exploring the archipelago with his friends. She wasn't exactly sure how she felt about this except… shocked. Sucker punched, right in the gut. She never imagined the stupid Dagur problem would keep would upset everything. The riders were just supposed to catch him and then take him back to Outcast Island.

"Sigyn, you okay?"

Of course this would happen. Why not? She finally got a friend again and was starting to warm up to dragons, or at least Hookfang. Life was good, but as per usual that was just begging the gods to come down and dump it on its head. They had not disappointed.

"Sigyn, where are you going?" called Snotlout, his hand grabbing her arm. She looked over at him. They were several paces from the rock. Mud and grass squished between her toes. When had she left the rock? Snotlout watched her, his face uncharacteristically marred by worry and... apprehension? Why was he worried?

"Are you angry at me?" Oh of course. He was worried… had been worrying about her reaction. Why was she so upset about this anyway? It's not like he ever promised to stay with her forever. She should be happy for him. Despite his anxiety, she could tell that he was pleased with the chance to leave Berk. He didn't say much about his father but he had said enough to give the impression that his father's desires for Snotlout's future caused him grief.

"No, I'm not mad Snotlout," she said, hoisting what she hoped was a convincing facsimile of a smile on her face. "Why would you think that?"

He watched her face for a second more before letting go of her arm. He shrugged and frowned, his brows pulled together in confusion.

"I don't know, it's easy to tell when Astrid is angry but not you."

"I'm not angry," she assured. And it was mostly true. If she was angry at anyone it was this Dagur person. What she was really fighting back was a mixture of disappointment and loneliness. That was stupid. She'd been just fine before Snotlout crashed into her life and she would be again. There would just be less distraction, less noise, less joking. Less Snotlout. No Snotlout.

"You sure?" he pressed, his fingers picking nervously at a loose thread in his pants.

"Positive, you just took me by surprise is all. It's going to be different without you around. I'm going to miss you."

"You will?"

"Well don't sound so surprised," she said, folding her arms over her chest. "We are friends aren't we?"

"Yeah," he said after a moment's hesitation. "Friends."

They stood quietly for a few moments before Sigyn hoisted her pack over her shoulder and tromped toward her boots. Hookfang followed them to the edge of the marsh and back onto dry ground. Grabbing her boots, Sigyn found a log and sat down to dry her feet with her socks. The log bowed slightly as Snotlout sat beside her. Hookfang curled up around a tree not far off. That dragon did like to sleep.

"Are you excited to go?" she asked, trying not to think about the queasiness she felt.

"Yes and no," he said with a sigh. "Someone's got to be the voice of reason in the group."

"And that is you?"

"Usually I'm the voice of caution," he admitted. "But I wouldn't be if Hiccup would think about us before the dragons. But he's all about the dragons first. It's going to be fun to explore new places though."

"You are coming back, right?" she asked. He looked at her, a funny expression on his face.

"Of course, we will probably be back to Berk now and then. You didn't think Stoick was just going to let Hiccup disappear did you?"

"I guess that makes sense. So I will get to see you now and then?"

"I will come visit every time we are back if only to let you know that you are still number one in my harem."

"What about Astrid?" she asked skeptically.

"Well, I haven't convinced her to join just yet," he said wryly.

"I see," she said. They were quiet for a moment. She elbowed his side gently. "You will come back in one piece won't you?"

"If I can keep Hiccup from poking his nose into every dark unexplored hole, then probably."

"Probably?"

"I generally try to avoid situations involving certain death," he said with a grin. "But when you're with Hiccup you're bound to run into trouble of one sort or another."

"Well try extra hard. I want you back with all your arms and legs."

"You want me back?"

"I thought we had established this. Yes, I want you back at the end of this."

"Are you still going to be here?" he asked. She snorted.

"Where else would I be?" She tugged on one boot and then the other. He shrugged but seemed pleased. "Is there any good news?"

"Well, this will get me out of having to pick a career in 12 days."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm turning 18."

"That soon?" she asked.

"Yep. What was your 18th like?"

"Ah," she said, wringing out the bottom of her pants. "You forget I had to pick a career years ahead of schedule because of my father. I was already a tailor when my 18th rolled around."

"Suppose so, Stitcher Girl," he teased.

"Dragon Boy," she countered. "What would you have chosen if you were here?"

"Ah, see, that's why it's a good thing I'm going. I have two extra years to think about it and no one will have to know that I have no clue… well except for you."

"Is there anything you need help with before you go?" she asked.

"No, I just have to pack, tie up loose ends, and say goodbye."

"Will you come say goodbye to me before you leave," she asked.

"You want me to?"

"Yeah, I mean I need to say goodbye to Hookfang before he's gone for two years," she said with a smirk.

"But not me?" he said. "I guess the thought of saying goodbye to me is just too painful a thought to bear." She laughed.

"Sure, something like that. Will you come?"

He chewed his lip for a moment thinking and then his face brightened.

"I'll bring Hookfang and say goodbye the morning I leave," he said. He was oddly excited. "We can celebrate my birthday early. Deal?"

"Sounds good," she said. "You ah got some mud on your boots there."

His expression soured as he inspected them.

"You and your weird spots," he said, smacking his boots together in a futile effort to clean them.

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Sigyn set the neatly wrapped package on the chair beside her bed and undressed. Picking up the crumpled nightshirt that lay on the floor she slipped into it with a shiver. In moments she was tucked beneath her heavy quilt and had blown out the candle. She lay there in the dark, her thoughts a swirling mess. Snotlout left tomorrow morning. She hasn't seen him since he had found her sleeping in the meadow. He'd been right though. She had a bruise on her left cheek... Just a small one.

She turned on her side staring out the window of her second-story room. The crescent moon shone in the night sky amongst the smattering of stars. Two years. She hadn't told her father yet. She wasn't exactly sure what to say. She was still working out exactly how she felt. One thing was for sure, if she didn't tell him, Mrs. Ingerman would on her next visit. She was a nice lady but loved to stop and gossip. Sigyn usually tried to listen politely to the woman's news but she had to admit that now and then she would make up some excuse or other to escape the drone of so-and-so's and this-and-that's.

She sighed. Mrs. Ingerman was about to become her only link to life outside again. Stupid dragons. Well except Hookfang. She was pleased with the progress she had made with Hookfang. She no longer flinched or winced as his huge scaly body passed or even pressed close to her. His looks may be intimidating but he was always so gentle. Around her anyway. Snotlout was a different matter altogether. Those two had an oddly antagonistic but loving relationship. All bark and no bite… usually. She was going to miss them… both of them. She tossed and turned a while longer before finally dropping off to sleep.

She woke to a hand shaking her shoulder. She bolted upright, groping in the dark for her would-be assailant. Her fingers wrapped around a thick wrist and she swung a fist in the direction of the face. Smack. A hit.

"Ow! Sigyn!" cried a voice from her open window. "Chill would you. It's just me."

"Snotlout?"

"Who else?" came the sullen if not garbled reply. "Why did you hit me?"

"Why did you reach through my window at night?" she counted grumpily.

"I told you I was coming this morning."

"The sun's not even up yet."

"It will be soon," he sulked, his voice gurgling.

"I can't even see you. What are we supposed to do in the dark?"

There was a sudden flame from the tip of Hookfang's snout and Snotlout came into view holding his nose. He sat on Hookfangs neck, his nose dripping blood.

"You must have it out for my face," he said, scowling.

"Well, that explains how you got up to my window at least. Sorry about your nose." He rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"I ought to know better than to wake you up by now."

Sigyn threw off her blanket and crossed the room to where she kept a jug of fresh water and a rag. Wetting the cloth she returned to the window and held it out to Snotlout.

"And just what exactly are we up to in the wee hours of the morning?" But Snotlout was not looking at her. His face was decidedly turned away from her. "Here this is for your nose," she said, leaning out the window. He didn't move.

"Snotlout? What's wrong? Did I hit you that hard? Here let me see." She reached for him but he pulled away.

"You... You should put some clothes on," he said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked down and had to admit that the night dress was a bit short, leaving most of her legs bare.

"What? My legs?" she asked, noting the red flush in Snotlout's cheeks as he stubbornly looked the other way.

"It's not just the legs," he said. "It's the top… your umm…" but he petered out, turning redder still as he swallowed thickly. Once again she looked at her chest. She supposed this nightshirt was getting too small in every way. She held back a chuckle. It was odd to have Snotlout on the run for a change. She toyed with the idea of teasing him further but took pity on him. She had already bloodied his nose.

"Will you just get dressed," he asked in a whine. Now that was too irresistible.

"Are you sure you didn't want a second look?" she teased, putting her hands on her hips.

"Sigyn!" he begged. "Please!" But he peeked at her out of the corner of his eye. A rather lengthy peek.

"Get your fill?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. His head snapped back the other way and she laughed. She wasn't sure in the low light but she thought she could see the red tips of his ears sticking out from his hair.

"Here, take this already," she said, grabbing his hand and slapping the wet rag into it. "It's dripping on the floor." Grinning, she retreated inside and closed the wood latch to the window behind her. In a few minutes, she was dressed to the boots and she opened the window again.

"Are you alright now?" she asked. Snotlout glanced at her, relieved to find her fully clothed.

"I'll live," he said, scowling. His nose had stopped bleeding and she took the rag from him, throwing it in the growing pile of dirty laundry in the corner. She really did need to wash those.

"Good. Now, why did you wake me up before the sun?"

"You're coming on a ride with me and Hookfang," said Snotlout matter-of-factly.

"Excuse me what?"

"We're going for a ride," he said, holding out a hand to her.

"You are going for a ride," she said, turning. "I'm going back to bed."

"Come on Sigyn. Come flying with us."

"You are crazy."

"You can't honestly tell me you're still afraid of Hookfang," he pressed. She looked at him contemplating his words as she took in his earnest features. "Come on," he coaxed. "I won't see you again for a long time. Come flying with me. Just once before I go."

"Where are we going?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Just for a fly alright. It will be fun. I promise."

"You should go Sigyn," called her father's voice from the floorboards beneath her feet. She buried her face in her hands groaning.

"Sorry," whispered Snotlout. "I tried not to wake him."

"You know you can't sneak stuff past him," she said, wondering just how long her father had been awake.

"I wasn't trying to sneak past him, I was trying to sneak past... well it doesn't matter. Are you coming or did I come out here for no reason? You said you would help me celebrate my birthday early."

"Go flying," called her father. "18 is a big year. Have fun but when you get back you need to make yourself a new nightdress. Odin knows it's a contradiction for a tailor's clothes not to fit."

That answered that question. This time they both flushed.

"Come with us," urged Snotlout after a moment of silence. "Who knows when you'll see me and Hookfang next."

"Oh and while you make yourself a new nightdress you can explain why Snotlout is leaving and you didn't tell me," called her father once again.

She wasn't sure if it was her growing curiosity or her desire to escape her father's embarrassing interruptions that drove her. Probably both.

"Alright, fine," she said at last. "But if I fall off and die you have to move in with my father and take care of him." Snotlout grinned.

"Nothing's going to happen."

"I wouldn't take him anyway," called her father.

"Let's go," said Snotlout, once again holding his hand out for her. She reached for him and then hesitated.

"Where do I sit? In front or behind?"

"Depends," he said with a grin. "Do you want to wrap your arms around all this muscle or do you want all this muscle wrapped around you?"

"And on that note, I'm going back to bed," she said, reaching for the window. Snotlout laughed.

"Come on. You can sit in front where you can hang on to Hookfang's horns."

"All right then," she said, taking his hand. She tried not to look down as she crossed open air and situated herself on Hookfang's neck in front of Snotlout. Hookfang rumbled and Sigyn's muscles tensed, her breathing shallow and fast.

"Hey relax," said Snotlout, reaching around her to grab Hookfang's horns. He leaned forward and frowned as he saw her face. "It's just Hookfang," he reassured. "He… we will look after you. Promise."

"I know," she said, fighting back to dread oozing through her like frigid mud. Beneath her Hookfang began to thrum reassuringly. She could feel the vibration not only in her chest but in her thighs as well. It was okay. It was Hookfang and Snotlout was right behind her.

"You alright?" he asked seriously. "We don't have to..."

"No... I... I want to go."

"You sure?" Snotlout asked. She nodded.

"Just take it slow." He examined her face a moment before nodding and nudging Hookfang forward.

"You heard her Fangster, take it easy." Ever so gently and slowly, Hookfang lowered his head and began walking across the yard to where he could take off. "Nope, to the meadow Hooky," directed Snotlout. Hookfang turned the other direction making his way through the dark trees, the tip of his nose still burning.

"Why... Why the meadow?" she asked, watching the shadows on the trees shift as they passed by. "We could have taken off from the yard. You have been for a while now."

"I have yes, but not you. It's a pretty abrupt takeoff," he said. "The meadow has more open space for a gradual takeoff. Besides, this way you can get used to riding him."

"Thanks."

"Just makes more sense," he said, shrugging.

They didn't say much more. Hookfang's horns were rough and bumpy under her hand. She was probably holding a bit too tight. She tried to relax her grip as she eased into Hookfang's methodical movements. It was thrilling and terrifying to have a dragon's neck between her knees; much different from a yak. Then again yaks didn't fly. Eventually, they reached the meadow. Hookfang paused at the edge of the swampy area and turned his head ever-so-slightly and snorted.

"You ready to change your mind about dragons?" asked Snotlout over her shoulder.

"I don't know… let's give it a try anyway," she said, readjusting her sweaty grip on Hookfang's horns.

"Alright then. Hookfang up!" called Snotlout, pulling back on his dragon's horns. Sigyn braced herself just before Hookfang took several lumbering steps and leapt into the air spreading his wings wide. A squeak escaped Sigyn's lips as she held on for dear life. The flame on Hookfang's nose went out and they were engulfed in the night, rushing towards the oncoming trees at the edge of the clearing. Her squeak turned into a shriek. They were going to crash. She just knew it. Her sharp splintery end was in, or rather out, of sight. She shut her eyes, shrinking back closer to Snotlout. He laughed. He actually laughed at her.

"Stop laughing," she snapped, her eyes still forced shut.

"But you're funny," he said.

"How is dying funny? We're going to crash into something in the dark. Why did you want to do this early in the morning?"

"Because there won't be any other riders out this early. Not today. They are all too busy getting ready. And we are not going to crash. There is nothing to crash into up here. We haven't even reached the clouds yet.

"Yet?" she squeaked. He laughed again.

"Open your eyes Sigyn. Come on."

She didn't move but Hookfang's movement had changed somewhat. His wings beat less often and the ride was smoother. Gradually she relaxed enough to peek. She couldn't see anything. She opened them all the way.

"Down there," said Snotlout, tapping her shoulder. "Berk by night or in this case early morning."

Below then glimmered the intermittent light of lanterns and torches scattered throughout the village. Some of the houses were already lit with candles. The kitchens in the back of the Great Hall were aglow with activity. So far below. She tried to swallow but it caught in her throat. Snotlout must have noticed her discomfort.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of heights too," he scoffed. "I found you in a tree."

"It was the tree or the boars," she said, feeling a bit dizzy. "There's a big difference between tree height and cloud height. I wasn't born with wings so clearly, Odin never intended for me to fly."

"But Odin made the dragons too."

"Say what you want, I'm much happier with my feet on the ground," she groused.

They were quiet for a few minutes just spiraling further up into the dark sky. They were headed to the far side of the island at the moment. Behind her, Snotlout blew out an exaggerated breath.

"Hey, Sigyn? Can you do something about your hair?" he asked, puffing again. "I keep eating it."

Almost by reflex, she reached for her loose hair but the moment her hand left Hookfang's horns something in her brain rebelled, snapping her back into her former rigid position. Her stomach gave a little squirm.

"Sigyn?" he asked, leaning around her and spitting hair.

"I can't Snotlout," she said, her voice wavering. "I can't let go. I'll fall."

"But your hair?"

"Stuff it in my collar," she suggested, trying not to look at the ground.

"It won't do any good. It would just blow out again."

"Can't you braid it or something?" she asked

"I can't braid hair," he protested.

"Of course you can," she snapped. "I've seen you braid other things. It's no different."

"But…" he began, spitting out hair again.

"I can't let go to do it. Either braid it or quit complaining."

"Alright, but it'll be a mess."

"Who cares so long as it's not in your mouth."

Grumbling, he let go of Hookfang's horns and attempted to collect all her stray hair. It took him several tries to catch it all but he finally managed it. Sigyn sat as still as possible trying to ignore Snotlout's fingers in her hair and instead focusing on trying to relax her body. She had to admit that Hookfang was flying incredibly steady, just gliding over the island of Berk.

"I don't suppose you have something to tie this off with?" asked Snotlout after a few minutes. "Otherwise this won't stay put long." She shook her head and Snotlout cursed as her hair slipped from his fingers. Hastily he redid the end.

"Sorry," she said over her shoulder.

"It's all right," he said, tugging a cord loose from his left bracer. "I can use one of these." Having finished the braid he let it drop to her back, reaching around her for Hookfang's horns again.

"Better?" she asked, looking back at him.

"Much."

They flew in lazy circles around Berk, changing direction now and then. Neither spoke for a long while until the eastern sky began to be stained by the oncoming sun. Sigyn looked out over her island home. She's always thought Berk was a decent-sized island, but from up here it seemed rather small.

"So what do you think?" asked Snotlout.

"We certainly are up high," she said, biting her lip. "But I thought Hookfang was a lot faster than this?"

"He is," scoffed Snotlout. "He's taking it easy on you."

"Just how fast can he go?" she asked. Snotlout shrugged.

"Dunno, fast enough to make your face hurt if he wants."

"Then how does Hiccup do it if he is faster?"

Snotlout folded his arms over his chest. "Hiccup doesn't do it," said Snotlout bitterly. "Toothless is the speed demon. Hiccup just rides him."

Sigyn sighed internally. Of course Hiccup was a sore spot today. She couldn't keep track of Snotlout's mood sometimes. Sometimes Snotlout referred to Hiccup as a friend and a cousin, other times Hiccup was what was wrong with the world. She glanced back at him and was unsurprised to see him brooding in the light of the morning sun peeking up over the ocean. He needed a distraction again. An idea popped into her head. Could she do it? He wouldn't try anything too crazy, would he?

"So ah, what kinds of tricks do you two do?" she asked, almost regretting it as the words passed her lips. Snotlout leaned forward, interested.

"All sorts. You've seen some of them in the dragon races."

"Are you going to show me any?"

"Are you saying you want to do tricks," he asked her skeptically.

"Sure," she said, mentally kicking herself. "Why not? You're probably never going to get me up here again so you might as well." He leaned forward and surveyed her face, his brows drawn together in disbelief. At last, he shrugged.

"If you say so," he said, shaking his head. He leaned forward to pat Hookfang's neck. "You heard her Fangster, Sigyn wants to do tricks."

The change of tone in Snotlout's voice had Sigyn instantly regretting her choice. Snotlout scooted closer to her, his chest pressing against her back as his hands slid forward on Hookfang's horns until they sat right behind hers. She opened her mouth to protest, to tell him she had changed her mind but the words never left her mouth. Hookfang jolted forward, his wings pulling in huge drafts of air as they shot forward heading to the north edge of Berk. She clung on for dear life and in moments they were beyond Berk and out over the ocean.

"Come on," urged Snotlout. "Faster!"

Hookfang could go faster? He could indeed. Once again they jolted forward, the momentum pressing Sigyn tightly into Snotlout. The sea stacks blurred past them and Hookfang began just to swerve back and forth between them still gaining speed. They passed the last of the sea stacks.

"Up," shouted Snotlout, pulling back. Hookfang rose sharply, climbing higher and higher. They were nearly vertical and Sigyn tried to pull herself forward not wanting to push Snotlout off the back of the saddle. She needn't have worried. He was like a stone wall holding her in on all sides as they climbed higher.

"You okay?" he asked loudly over the rush of wind. She glanced back at him and he laughed. "Hang on," he said. How could she do anything else? Was that a cloud below them? She didn't dare lean far enough to look. At last, when they seemed high enough to pluck the dimming stars from the sky, Hookfang leveled out. Sigyn's muscles suddenly relaxed and she slumped into Snotlout.

"Hey, you alright?" he asked. She blew out a shaky breath.

"That's... That was a lot to take in," she said, still limp.

"Told you he was fast," said Snotlout grinning. "And that wasn't even his fastest. It really does hurt your face when he goes all out." A shiver crawled down her spine.

"Snotlout, could we go lower? It's cold up here." Without a word or gesture from Snotlout, Hookfang's body burst into flames all save his neck and head where they rode. Waves of warm air washed over them.

"You were saying?" said Snotlout smugly.

"Okay that's pretty cool," she said. "But still, we're up so high, it's kind of hard to breathe. Can we go down?" Snotlout's eyes gleamed wickedly for a moment before he called to Hookfang.

"Fangster, time to drop!" He leaned forward. "Hold on tight," he said, grinning.

Before she knew what was happening they were plummeting. Not flying. Plummeting. Falling out of the sky. Sigyn screamed as her backside rose off the saddle and up into the air. The only thing attaching her to Hookfang was her death-like grip on his horns. She had been so wrong! She should have stayed on the ground. Odin was punishing her for daring to fly. Snotlout's arm snaked around her waist pulling her back down into the saddle in front of him. His arm over her belly pinned her to him firmly.

"I told you to hang on," he shouted over the wind.

"I am!" she yelled, her grip tighter than ever.

"Hang on with your legs," he corrected. She felt stupid but instantly wrapped her legs around the dragon's neck.

"We're falling," she yelled.

"Yep." He sounded far too cheerful. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"For what?" she screamed as the ocean rushed to meet them.

"You'll find out. Hookfang now!" Snotlout's grip around her middle tightened and suddenly they were upside-down… right-side-up… and upside-down again.

Sigyn screamed as her stomach did flips to match Hookfanng's erratic movements. Behind her Snotlout was laughing and whooping, egging Hookfang on faster. She squeezed her eyes shut but the swooping sensation in her stomach only grew. Quite against her will a shriek of delight exploded from her lips, followed inexplicably with laughter. Why was she laughing? But she couldn't help it. With every loop and barrel Hookfang did came a new shriek of delight.

At last, they evened out heading back to Berk. The sun was high enough that it was no doubt burning off the morning dew in the meadow. Sigyn slumped forward over Hookfang horns, still laughing but trying to catch her breath. Snotlout let go of her stomach and placed his hand on her back to steady her as she laughed giddily.

"Come on," he said when she finally had control of herself. "You have to admit dragons are pretty awesome."

"Alright. Hookfang is awesome! But I still don't like the other dragons much."

"Good enough," said Snotlout. "Do you like flying?" She paused a moment before responding, trying to sort out her feelings.

"It's terrifying," she said at last. He frowned. "Terrifying… but exhilarating. I think… I think I like it for the most part."

"You were laughing hard enough," he said smugly.

"One moment my stomach was where it should be and the next it was all over the place."

"You're not feeling sick are you?" he asked, worry creasing his brow. She shook her head.

"No, I'm fine, other than my hands hurt from holding on so tight." He laughed again. "When did you say you and the other riders were leaving?" she asked, biting her lip.

"Midday," he said, leaning around her. "You really going to miss me?" She turned around and jabbed his ribs making him squeak in protest.

"Does your ego really need the pampering?" she asked.

"Come on. Are you going to miss me?"

"Are you going to miss me?" she countered. He seemed taken aback. She thought for a moment he was going to bluff his way around the question, but he didn't. He slipped his arm around her waist again and pulled her back against him. She looked back at him surprised.

"Yes," he said at last, not meeting her gaze. "I'm going to miss you." There was a new sensation in Sigyn's belly that had nothing to do with flying.

"I'm going to miss you too," she said. They were quiet for a long moment, unmoving.

"Hey, Snotlout?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we do some more tricks before you take me back?"

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The sun was almost directly overhead by the time Snotlout and Hookfang arrived at the Academy. He had flown with Sigyn most of the morning before sneaking her back. He had even walked her back to the house and said goodbye to her father. That had been a bit weird, but her father had not acted any different, as though they would see each other next week. Before he left, Sigyn had handed him a wrapped package and to his surprise, hugged him. She had hugged him? It had been odd and unexpected… but he'd liked it. He felt a mixture of supreme pleasure with himself and a pang of something he was unsure of as he sauntered into the academy.

By the looks of it, Hiccup and Astrid were about packed and ready to go. Astrid was finishing up mucking out Stormfly's stall and Hiccup was securing the last two bags to Toothless's saddle.

"Well look who decided to show up," said Astrid, brushing hair from her face.

"Hey, I beat the twins," he said, tucking the package from Sigyn under his arm.

"Yeah, well that's not exactly saying much is it," said Hiccup, patting Toothless shoulder. "Are you ready to go?"

"All set," said Snotlout as Hookfang joined Stormfly at the water trough.

"I hope that's not all you packed," said Astrid, setting the pitchfork to one side. "We're not sharing our stuff just because you are under-packed."

"Are you kidding," chuckled Hiccup, reaching to adjust the strap that held his metal leg to his real one. "This is Snotlout. I'm sure he's packed enough food to choke even Hookfang."

"Hey, there is no such thing as too much food," said Snotlout.

"You need to clean out your stall before we leave," said Astrid.

"No, I don't. I told you I'm all set."

"Everyone has to," said Astrid exasperated.

"Just because you two waited to do it till today," said Snotlout stomping over to Hookfangs stall. He opened the gate with a slight flourish to reveal a clean stall and a tidy stack of supplies ready to be loaded. "I just have to pack Hookfang."

"Wow," said Astrid. "I was not expecting that.

If truth be told Snotlout had finished packing and cleaning last night. He had even said his goodbyes to his mother, sister, and brother the night before. His father had not been around though. He had left the entire morning for Sigyn and he didn't regret it one bit.

"Anyway, where is Fishface?" he asked, looking around.

"Probably got held up by his siblings," said Hiccup.

"Yeah. His mom's baby is due this summer right?"

"Yeah, in a few months," said Hiccup, looking a little glum.

"And only Loki knows where the twins are," said Astrid with a snort. But a crash just outside the academy alerted the three of them to the twin's sudden arrival.

"Was somebody talking about us?" asked Ruffnut, jumping off Barf's neck. Surprisingly there were bundles tied to both saddles of the two-headed dragon.

"Someone was definitely talking about me," said Tuffnut. "My knees are itchy and we all know what that means."

"Ah… No. No, we don't," said Hiccup. "And I don't think I want to."

"Listen to your knees," said Ruffnut, examining her nails as Tuffnut bent double to scratch his legs. "The knees know." Hiccup pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Are you two ready to go?"

"Hiccup, Hiccup. So little faith," said Tuffnut straightening. "Of course we're ready to go."

"You mean all except for that steaming pile of dragon dung you call a stall," said Snotlout, hefting a bag over his shoulder and approaching Hookfang.

"We are supposed to clean them out?" asked Ruffnut in mock surprise.

"Yeah, I thought that's why we kept Gustav around?" said Tuffnut.

"Have... Have you not cleaned out your stalls since Snoggletog?" asked Hiccup, the frustration in his tone edging higher.

"Oh, at least since then," said Ruffnut. "By now I'm pretty sure we have an infestation of yakrats."

"Yak... yakrats?" asked Hiccup, exasperated. "What are yakrats? Never mind, don't answer. You two need to clean out the stall before we leave."

"Alright, yeesh! Hiccup the fun spoiler," said Tuffnut, taking the pitchfork Astrid held out to him expectantly. The twins disappeared into their stall.

Snotlout stood surveying his handiwork, his bags all loaded on Hookfang. Everything in its place, including Yakkity who was stuffed in the bottom of a bag. He hadn't planned on taking the toy but Adele had been watching carefully as he packed. The only thing left was the box from Sigyn. She hadn't told him what was in it when she had handed it to him just said she thought it might come in useful on his trip. Trouble was he wasn't sure what it was or where to stow it.

Seeing the others were occupied he pulled the cord loose and unwrapped it to find a small plain box. Opening the box he found it to be crammed full of useful things. There was a small but useful sewing kit, clean bandages, burn cream, and plenty of that disinfecting ointment Sigyn loved so much. There were other bottles but he was unsure what was in them. Sigyn had included a sizable pouch of yak jerky and a small pouch of green dragon sales to replace any that might fall off his tunic. Tucked in the back of the box there was a note. Curiously he unfolded the parchment while chewing on a strip of jerky.

"Hey, Dragon Boy,

Just thought these would prove useful on your trip to explore the world. I included instructions on how to use the first aid stuff just in case you forgot. Remember, NO BOAR GREASE! I hope you enjoy your adventure and get to visit Berk sometime in the next few months. You know where to find me and you're always welcome. Have fun, find adventure, and bring me back all your stories. Odin knows I need something to spice up my life around here. And just in case your ego starts to deflate and you look toward home… The answer is yes. I still miss you.

Sigyn."

"Who's the note from?" asked Hiccup as he passed. Snotlout hastily hid the letter behind his back.

"What note?"

Hiccup stopped and cocked his head to the side. "The note you're trying to hide behind your back."

"None of your business," snapped Snotlout, stuffing the letter inside the box before closing the lid and tucking it under his arm. "Contrary to popular belief, not everything revolves around you, Hiccup."

Snotlout was a bit surprised to see hurt flash across Hiccup's face.

"No need to get so defensive," said his cousin. "I was just curious." Hiccup turned to leave. Snotlout groaned internally. Why was Hiccup being sensitive today? It didn't matter, he didn't want to start the trip with bad blood between them.

"It's just an early birthday gift from… from a friend," He said, bringing Hiccup to a stop. His cousin turned to face him and Snotlout braced for the ridicule he was sure was coming. It didn't.

"Oh that's right your birthday is coming up isn't it," said Hiccup, brightening. "18. I hope it's a good year for you. I hope it's a good year for us all." Hiccup sighed and pulled the Dragon Eye from his pocket. "Do you think this is a good idea, leaving Berk and all?" Snotlout snorted.

"Since when have you ever asked my opinion?" But Hiccup waited for a reply. Snotlout shrugged. "I dunno, if Daugr went outside the archipelago that's where we have to go to catch him and if the Dragon Eye can help us, so much the better."

"But leaving Berk undefended?" asked Hiccup.

"Have you forgotten? We're Vikings! Berk is far from undefended. Don't tell me you're selling your father short."

"Oh no! No," said Hiccup, chuckling and raising his hands in defense. "The last person to underestimate my father never lived to tell."

"Besides," said Snotlout. "There will still be a Jorgenson on Berk. They will be fine without me around." Hiccup grinned and shook his head but behind him, Astrid groaned loudly. Someday.

There was a kerfuffle from inside the twin's stall and several rats raced out across the academy yard. Hookfang bounded after them, brushing against Snotlout and almost making him drop the box from Sigyn.

"Well, one thing's for sure," said Hiccup quietly as Astrid stormed over to the twins to investigate. "Whoever packed that box must care about you."

Half an hour later Fishlegs had arrived burdened with far too many scrolls in Snotlout's opinion and the twins had finally managed a passable job with her stall. Soon the six of them were in the air and headed north toward the shipwreck graveyard as Hiccup wanted to check the surrounding islands for any sign of Dagur. Hookfang had chased down his fill of rats and was flying lazily at the back of the group. Snotlout was content to let him do so, scanning the trees to the west thinking he could see the roof of Sigyn's house. Her box had been packed with care, some of the jerky stuffed in his pockets.

He was about to encourage Hookfang to catch up with the others when a flash of light to the left caught his attention. He pulled Hookfang to a slow hover and squinted at the flash of sunlight. It was coming from the top of the rocky point Sigyn had climbed to watch the Dragon Race. The flashing stopped and Snotlout shaded his eyes to see better. Sure enough, there stood Sigyn waving at him. His stomach did a funny little wiggle. Hiccup must have noticed Snotlout's delay for he motioned the others forward and raced back to Snotlout.

"You are right?" asked Hiccup, pulling up beside them. Snotlout made a snap decision.

"I forgot something," he lied. "I'm going to go back to get it."

"What is it?" asked Hiccup, exasperated. "We're already late." Snotlout opened his mouth to retort but Hiccup beat him to it. "Once again, none of my business right?"

"I'm coming with you on this trip," said Snotlout. "You can spare a few minutes."

"Alright. Do you want me to wait?"

"No, I won't take long. I know exactly where I left it," said Snotlout, glancing at the rocky point. "I'll catch up."

"If you say so," said Hiccup. "Don't be too long."

Snotlout watched until his cousin passed out of sight along with the others before turning Hookfang in the direction of the rocky point and Sigyn. He deviated only slightly, directing Hookfang towards an open patch of grass where purple and yellow flowers carpeted the ground. Urging Hookfang to fly upside down he scooped up a large handful of grass and flowers before righting his dragon. Before he could give it a second thought they were above Sigyn and Snotlout dropped the flowers, grass and all, over her head. The greenery fluttered down like so much confetti around her. Sigyn looked up at him, eyes wide with surprise before pulling a flower from her messy braid that was still held with the tie from his bracer. She waved at him until she passed out of sight and Snotlout turned his attention to catching the others.

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