It was Valisblot, the day of the year celebrating Freya, the patron goddess of love. But Toothless, the alpha dragon and best friend of Chief Hiccup, left everything completely cold. He felt alone, as he had so many times in his life, yes he had Hiccup, Astrid, Stormfly and the other dragons, but that wasn't the same as having someone from his own species who had also lost their families and their homeland in the hundreds of massacres , which had started from a single man, had lost. Nobody was there anymore. No one. Toothless had greatly appreciated his best friend's help when they had set out for the Isle of Night to search for other Night Furies, but this had turned out to be a fatal mistake. None of his fellows were alive anymore.
So he sat alone like every year, only this time a little higher and even more alone, because he was now the alpha dragon and had to keep order in case a dragon couple got out of control with their lovemaking, which was definitely the case last year with Hookfang and a little blue nightmare female. Were they set a barn on fire. Luckily Vikings weren’t out of control when they made love.
Lost in thought, Toothless watched as Hiccup and Astrid danced around the large fire in the middle of the village; in Berk it was tradition for the chief to dance his own chosen dance in front of the fire with his future wife on Saint Freyja's Day. Hiccup had had a warm fur cloak made especially for this occasion with which he would hug Astrid at the end of their dance and promise her that he would always protect her. People always dress up for such occasions, which is probably why Astrid chose today, instead of her usual warrior-like style, a flowing blue dress decorated with silver embroidery and a matching belt. Sometimes Toothless wondered what love felt like, he knew Hiccup loved him, but not the way he loved Astrid. There was a clear difference that Toothless had always noticed.
He wanted someone who would look at him the way Astrid looked at Hiccup, someone who would rule alongside him, someone who would feel the same love and affection for him that Hiccup and Astrid felt for each other. But this is a silly wish, which would never come true. If he liked it or not, there was no one left out there. Everyone was gone. Toothless‘ remembers the tayle his mother always used to tell, about a hidden world out in the ocean, at the end of the world, were dragons can be safe and drive. The hidden world, the home of all dragons. Once the cradle of his species. What a pathetic tayle, such world doesn’t exist. This was just a simple fairytale.
At that moment, Toothless didn't know that his life would change forever in the next few months.
Chapter 16: Zephyr Wishes She Studied Better For This Test
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A/N: Hello my lovely readers! We’re a little late this week because exams had to take priority the last two weeks again. But hopefully I’ll be able to catch up again in the next two weeks! Also quick reminder that I have opened up my discord server with my betas to readers as well, and we already have a couple readers that have joined! Invite link will be posted at the end of the last chapter on AO3 and in my tumblr bio :) Enjoy!
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Zephyr knew from her earliest years that she would be the one to take her father’s place as Chief. Well, Chieftess. Whether the people of New Berk were ready for a change like that or not. Unfortunately, it seems that more people were not ready for that change than she had hoped. But with a new threat slashing its way through the Archipelago, eyes set on New Berk and the secrets that flew away 2 years before Zephyr was born, she would have the chance to prove herself to her people soon enough. Whether she was ready for a change like that or not.
Rated Mature for Explicit Violence
~Chapter 16~
Zephyr was... A little overwhelmed.
But she couldn’t show it. She was Chief now.
Well, acting Chief.
But the only difference was that the title wasn’t permanent.
Well...
She prayed to the gods it wasn’t, at least.
The minute the words, “Acting Chief it is,” left her father’s lips, things picked up in a flurry of activity rather quickly. Fishlegs was off to take detailed inventory of the island’s supplies. Hiccup and Eret began an in-depth discussion on the ideal number of ships and crewmen to prepare. Ruffnut ran to find Tuffnut in order to catch him up on the rest of the meeting he missed and help him finish his own inventory. Snotlout and Astrid hounded Atali for more detailed information regarding the enemy chief and his tribe in order to determine what kind of attack they needed to prepare for, if any, while Zephyr watched.
And it seems like only moments later they were all back in the same room, spouting off all of the determinations they each individually made of their assigned duties. Instant adjustments were made, points were argued, options were debated, round and round in circles until everyone agreed on the action plan. It felt like the planning took all night, but in reality it lasted only a few hours. Eventually they all agreed, if a bit hesitantly, that Hiccup and Eret would command two ships with minimal crew in order to maximize the amount of space for supplies and eventually Outcasts refugees. One ship would have been preferred by Eret, as it would have made them more maneuverable in case they ran into the enemy, but ultimately it was decided they simply couldn’t fit everything on one ship. They hoped the massive size of the enemy ship - according to Atali’s recollection - would give them the advantage.
If Zephyr was being honest, the thought of crossing paths with the enemy ships never occurred to her.
- Zephyr had gotten her father's dry sarcasm and whenever the two had a chance they would be sarcastic to each other, gobber doesn't mind it but it irks astrid sometimes.
- Astrid and hiccup (literally everyone in berk) almost killed snotlout, when nuffink heard him say 'fuck' and when the kid suddenly said it. Fortunately and to everyone's relief they managed to tell the kid that it's not right to say that and made him stop.
- Nuffink's green curious eyes always remind hiccup of toothless's curious one and whenever nuffink's gives a puppy dog eyes, hiccup just gives in and let the kid have what he wanted, cause it reminds him so much of his best friend.
- Zephyr was not really into weapons but when she first tried bow and arrow, she didn't expect she'll love it. Apparently she has a high accuracy and it didn't take a while since she become one of the vikings who is good at archery.
- Hair braiding session is common occurance in the haddock household, astrid and valka just loves to braid everyones hair, sometimes hiccup would go do his chiefly routine with his hair half a mess cause of braids.
- Astrid had cut her hair short after giving birth to nuffink. ( i liked the hc that one tumblr user (forgot its username) made on how nuffink got his name the one astrid almost died after child birth.) cutting hair in viking represent that they honor someone and they have changed. And astrid doing this, is to honor odin for giving her a new life that she still can spend with her family and she had changed, that she had become more understanding on what is to become a mother and a chieftess.
- and after having a short hair , she and nuffink started to look like a spitting image of each other, the only difference is nuffink is a babe and his green eyes.
- after the dragons had left, hiccup and the riders had stopped wearing and hid their flying glidders , it seems that wearing it brings back old memories and also using it without any dragons to catch them is extremely dangerous, that's why it almost frightened hiccup and the others when their children had found this treasure and begged them on how to use it.
They did teach them how they used it, but wearing them is still forbidden.
If you are still taking request, how about some angst with hiccup and Astrid witnessing zephyr death or if that's to dark they think she does but then she comes back to them later. Lol I've been watching to much game of thrones
Why!? Why do you want to read something so heartbreaking!? And why am I delivering?
I don’t know which circle of Hell you’ve come out of, and I don’t know which one I belong in for actually writing it. But I guess we’re in this together now.
Warning: Feels below the Keep Reading line.
May the Valkyries Welcome Her
They’d only just returned from visiting the dragons for the fourth time. They went once a year; the first time had been when Zephyr had just turned six. She’d been delighted to see them then, and she had been just as happy this time around. Smiling, cheering, spending all day with Toothless or one of the Night Lights, unable to let go of them even when they weren’t in the air. But they never should’ve gone to the Hidden World in the first place.
Hiccup had been in their kitchen, having breakfast while seeing to it that Nuffink didn’t break down the rest of their house. The boy had all of Astrid’s energy, but none of her sense of responsibility – something that would come with time, he hoped.
Astrid’s voice had alerted him. “Hiccup.”
It’d been short, yet urgent, the kind of tone she only used when something was wrong and she didn’t want the kids to notice. Anxious but trying not to be too concerned, he’d walked to his daughter’s room, where Astrid had been getting Zephyr ready for the day.
He’d found his wife looking at him with her big blue eyes, the shock and fear clear in them. Before he’d been able to open his mouth, Zephyr had escaped her mother’s hold, running into him and proudly showing him her arm.
“Daddy, look! I have spots too, just like the dragons!”
Things had gone quickly after that. He’d taken Nuffink to Valka, with the specific instructions that he could not be in contact with his sister or any of the other children on the island. His mother was quite solitary regardless, and Nuffink loved to stay over at his grandma’s, so he’d figured he’d be safe there. In the meantime, Astrid had gotten Zephyr dressed and had called in New Berk’s healers. Who’d confirmed their worst fears.
Dragonpox. The illness had been with them on Berk for as long as dragons had raided them. Dragons were wild animals after all, carrying things with them that Vikings normally weren’t exposed to. It didn’t strike often; even during the raiding years, only those who were already very frail or sickly had been known to contract it. But with dragons coming to Berk and becoming a daily part of their lives, the combination of gradual exposure and immensely improved dragon hygiene had made it so that the disease was nothing more than a distant memory.
They’d forgotten it existed. It’d become a thing of their dragon-fighting past on Berk, and no one had been brought down by it since they’d settled on New Berk either. Until now. And now, he was forced to watch his little girl tremble and writhe underneath the covers as the rash continued to conquer her skin. Which was his fault.
Zephyr didn’t know that. She smiled at him whenever he entered the room, her blue eyes lighting up as they always did when she saw her father. But a little less so every day. She hadn’t noticed he’d started to wear gloves yet, as there were simply some responsibilities he couldn’t avoid, and he had not wanted to risk spreading her illness any further. He’d done his job, called a village meeting on the first night she’d gotten sick, warned everyone to watch themselves, their children and their elderly. Some had felt he was overreacting – the disease hadn’t claimed any lives on Berk for years, so why would it now? Surely, Zephyr wouldn’t be the first? That’s what he tried to believe as well.
But Astrid was with their daughter at all times. And every time he returned after he’d had to leave for some agonizing emergency, he’d ask her if Zephyr was doing better yet. And every time, she’d shaken her head.
Now, exactly two weeks after Astrid had first spotted the marks on Zephyr’s skin, Hiccup slumped back into their home. His metal foot sounded hollow on the wooden floor, the heavy cloak around his shoulders not quite measuring up the sense of guilt that rested on them. He was startled by the two women coming down the stairs, who almost froze in place at the sight of their chief.
All it took was a questioning look from him for them to shake their heads. There was nothing more they could do. He couldn’t blame them. They’d tried all they could to help, using Gothi’s old notes to the best of their ability. But with their old healer’s passing, a lot of dragon-related healing knowledge had faded as well.
No, the only person he could really blame was himself. For forcing a reunion with Toothless and the others. For refusing to stop chasing his lifelong dream of dragons and Vikings living together in peace. For wishing his children came to know that part of his life too. And now he was paying the ultimate price. With all he could do being praying to the gods not to take his little girl from him.
He walked up the stairs of their home, his every step heavy and loaded. The door to Zephyr’s bedroom was open and he found Astrid inside, sitting on a stool at the side of their daughter’s bed. Astrid looked exhausted, her cheeks hollow, her eyes red and swollen as she did her best to wipe her tears away. He crouched down next to her, letting her lean her against his shoulder as her own shuddered.
“We never should have taken them,” she told him, her voice so hoarse he almost couldn’t hear her. “Gods, Hiccup, why did we go?”
There was nothing he could say that would justify their decision. There were no words that could be said, no reason that could be given that would erase what they’d done. What they were now responsible for. No dragon that could cure this kind of pain. Watching the 10-year old girl he’d loved from the first moment he’d seen her, lying there, shaking in her bed as she fought against a fever that refused to release her from its hold.
All he could do was take off his gloves, wrapping his arm around Astrid’s shoulder as he reached out towards Zephyr with his other, taking the hand that laid on top of the covers in his. The sheer heat of her skin almost made him flinch, but he carefully enveloped her little fingers in his nevertheless.
Every now and then, she writhed, squeezing her eyes shut even more as her lips trembled. Her skin was flushed, the colour of the rash and blisters that’d covered her almost matching that of her reddish brown hair. He’d never seen her look this small, or this vulnerable. She was losing the battle inside of her. Which her father should’ve protected her from in the first place.
They sat there for what seemed like eternity. He tried to keep himself together as best as he could as Astrid continued to sob, the past two weeks which she’d solely spent taking care of her daughter taking its toll. Eventually however, he watched Zephyr’s tired eyelids open, a little touch of bright blue still left in them.
“Daddy?”
The weakness in her voice broke his heart as he watched her struggle to produce the words. He swallowed his own tears away before he spoke. “Yes, Zeffie?”
Zephyr shivered, her face wrinkling as she did. “I’m cold.”
He gave her the most reassuring smile he could as he unwrapped his cloak from his shoulders, reaching out to give it to her. But she latched onto the fabric of his tunic rather than that of his cloak, the look in her eyes pleading. “Daddy.”
He quickly wiped his eyes with his other sleeve before he got up, removing his prosthetic before he climbed into his daughter’s bed as he’d so often done. He held his arms open for Astrid to crawl into as he pulled Zephyr into his lap, wrapping his cloak and her blankets around her as her little hands buried themselves in his tunic as well as they still could.
Sitting there, leaning against the headboard with the two most important women in his life in his arms, he softly brushed Zephyr’s sticky bangs out of her face. “Is this better?”
She nodded against his chest, the heat from her little body almost warming his heart, which was growing colder and aching more by the minute. Zephyr stayed silent for a bit, until another question crossed her lips. “Where’s Nuff?”
Astrid answered before he could, softly rubbing Zephyr’s back. “He’s with grandma.”
“He’s not sick too, right?”
“No,” Astrid reassured her, her voice thick with tears. “Your brother’s fine.”
“G-good,” Zephyr nodded, shivering as she did.
She stopped talking for a while after that, curling up against Hiccup’s chest, shivers still wrecking her. When he was sure she was about to fade into sleep, she spoke up again.
“I’m scared.”
Zephyr’s eyes were closed as the words left her mouth, her voice as small as he’d ever heard it. Astrid looked up at him, biting her lower lip as tears started to flow down her face once more. He could only barely contain his own as he stroked Zephyr’s face, trying to put her at ease.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he told her. “It’ll pass. How about I tell you a story?”
Her head moved against his chest, the motions weak but her agreement clear.
“Any particular one you’d like?”
“About dragons.”
Dragons. Of course, he thought as a dagger slowly made its way into his heart. “But I’ve already told you so many!” he said, trying to fake a laugh. “Let me try to think of a new one.”
He searched his mind, trying to find a story he hadn’t told her yet. Eventually, he did. “Did I ever tell you about Vanaheim?”
Zephyr’s blue eyes opened slightly as she shook her head, too weak to form words.
“Well, then I’ll tell it. In the life of every dragon, there comes a point at which they can no longer stay with the rest of their pack, because they are getting old and fragile. So they take one last flight, all the way to the island of Vanaheim. It’s a sacred place, meant for dragons alone. But your mommy and I once had the honour of guiding a dragon there,” he lied.
“To die?”
“No, on the contrary,” he laughed, partly to suppress the tears that were becoming harder to hold back as he watched Astrid silently weep from the corner of his eyes. “It’s a place for all sick and tired dragons to go to, and there, they can live forever. Like they’re young again. They’re never in pain, never hungry and never ill. There’s no one to hurt them there, and they’d never hurt each other. They just live there, all dragon species together, without a sense of worry on their minds. For all eternity.”
“I want to go there,” Zephyr managed, trying to look up at him but failing to keep her eyes open.
“Then we’ll go,” he told her, pulling her closer against his chest. “Once you’re better, we’ll go find Toothless and Stormfly and mommy and I will take you there. And Nuffink too. We’ll go to Vanaheim, with just the four of us. No chiefing for your mom and dad. A long holiday, during which you will able to see more dragons than you’ve ever seen on the edge of the Hidden World. Cuddle them, play with them, fly on their backs. Anything you want.”
The kind of foolish fantasies that’d landed her on her deathbed in the first place. But she didn’t know that. And he wasn’t going to tell her. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” a soft voice told him.
“Then we’ll go,” he repeated, rocking her in his arms as he felt her shudder against him once more.
“Tell me more.”
And so he did. He made up all kind of stories about the version of Vanaheim he’d created for her. As she’d never get to see the real island. He used what little he’d seen in the Hidden World, and what he’d experienced on all his adventures throughout his years with Toothless. He thought about all the things he’d wished for in his life with dragons and described them to his daughter. All the long-lost dreams that’d never come true. But which filled her with wonder nevertheless.
It wasn’t until Zephyr eventually fell back asleep that he allowed himself to cry, tears streaming down his face as he tried to keep his body as steady as possible, so he wouldn’t disturb her. One of Astrid’s arms was around his neck while her other was in their daughter’s hair, softly stroking it as Zephyr’s chest heaved. Slowly, the time between her inhales seemed to increase, every muscle movement starting to cost more effort. Until her breathing stopped altogether.
“Zephyr?”
They’d known it was coming. But still, nothing could compare to the freefall his soul took right then, as he couldn’t do anything but shake the little girl’s body in his arms, somehow, somewhere expecting her to open her inquisitive blue eyes again. But she didn’t. No matter how hard he tried, or how often he called her name, she didn’t wake.
Astrid cried out, the sheer agony in the sound of her voice tearing him to shreds. He pulled Zephyr closer to him, looking for anything, any sign of life at all. But he found nothing. The fever she’d tried to fight off so desperately started to subside, her body growing cold. Too cold.
She was gone. His little girl. One of the three people he was supposed to protect above anything else. Dead. And it was his fault.
There was nothing he could do then but hold her frail shape to his chest as his shoulders shook, an indescribable pain and anguish flooding his entire existence, making him hope he’d drown in it so he’d have to feel it no more. Although he deserved to.
All that was left for him to do was to pray that the Valkyries would welcome her among them, taking her to Valhalla. Where he hoped, prayed, wished his father would take care of her. After he’d failed them both. Through his ‘love for dragons’, through his ‘good intentions’. Both of them, dead by his hands.
And this would be the last time. In that moment, he swore to himself that no one on New Berk would ever see a dragon again.
Summary: Hiccup suddenly loses his leg.
Based off this post I made.
It was early morning as he stared into the rising sun. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, the Chief of New Berk and the Hairy Hooligan tribe was tired and numb. He honestly wished he was back in bed with his beautiful wife but no. He was out here next to a cliff tops far away from the village trying to get himself mentally ready for the long exhausting day ahead of him. So much had to be done and there wasn’t enough time in the day to finish it all nor was there enough of him to go around. Usually, Astrid would help him with the workload but with her close to the end of her pregnancy she was more inclined to stay around the house nowadays. He was a little jealous of that. She was able to spend time with their little girl and tell people off and chalk it all up to hormones and no one would bat an eye. A loud sigh erupted from him as he plopped down in the grass.
“Why can’t I just get a day off?” He thought, “Just one day not being Chief.” Another groan left him as he dragged his hand down his face and through his beard. “If only there was an excuse I could use not to work today.” He tapped on his prosthetic trying to think of something. Then the idea struck him and a Grinch-like smile spread across his face.
It took a while but he was able to hop his way to the village on one leg. It was a good work out for him. A few men and women saw him and quickly ran to his aid. They sat him down and began asking their questions on what happened to him. Of course, he never thought a head-on anything and so never thought on a reason why he was missing a fake limb.
He tried to sound convincing as he nonchalantly said, “It just vanished.”
“But how?”
“Hiccup?!” He was saved when Astrid made her way towards him, worry and fret clearly on her face. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m fine,” he reassured her. “I just lost my leg is all.”
“Lost your leg?” She was really confused because she knew how rare it was for that to happen and he was being very calm throughout this. She looked him over and noticed the only thing wrong with him, besides the missing appendage, was he was sweating and breathing heavier, yet nothing to suggest that he was in a tussle or danger to cause his foot to be missing. “What do you mean?” She eyes him suspiciously.
Hiccup chuckled nervously but smiled at her, “I’ll tell you back at the house.” He stood up and another Viking helped him balance and even though Astrid was pregnant she was on the other side helping him too.
“You better tell me when we get there or else,” She threatened and he only flashed her a smile.
They were back at their house and Hiccup was sitting peacefully in his chair. Astrid showed the Villager out and thanked them for their help but as soon as the door was closed her arms were crossed as she glared at him. “So tell me exactly what happened?”
Again he nervously laughed as he took off his boot to rub his sore overworked foot, “Like I said I lost it. It just vanished.”
“Vanished?” She asked, “How does it-“
He cut her off to explain, “Yeah, it just vanished… as I threw it off the cliff.”
She blinked dumbfounded at what she just heard and then began to laugh. Astrid was laughing so long that Hiccup joined her. She made her way towards her husband and he made room so she could sit in his lap. When her laughter died she had to ask, “Why in Odin’s Great Ghost would you do something like that?”
He relaxed rubbing her swollen stomach. “I just wanted to be with you.” He kissed her shoulder and smiled feeling her hands casting over his. “And I really really didn’t want to be Chief today. Would do anything not to be called that today.”
Astrid chuckled, “Okay, there Hiccup.” She returned the favor, kissing his forehead. “But you do know there are better ways to get a day off than to do this.”
“Less believable. Besides now I have an excuse to take more days off to spend with you. Because as you know it takes days to make a leg like that.” He smirked testing his luck to kiss higher on her neck.
She rolled her eyes but didn’t stop him. It was short-lived however when their front door slammed open and their daughter came barreling through.
“Daddy!” She yelled happily, “Look what me and Grandma found on the beach!”
When Hiccup turned to look at what his little girl was holding his face fell and his eyes widen in horror while Astrid burst in a fit of laughter.
In the little girl’s hands was the missing prosthetic that Hiccup made disappeared, but not good enough.
“That’s wonderful sweetie,” he said in exasperation and a forced smile. He accepted it from her and placed it right back where it belonged. He then sent her upstairs to her room to play and of course, Valka went with her since the daughter insisted she tell one of her dragon stories again.
Meanwhile Astrid was still giggling and she whispered in his ear, “See told you there were easier ways.”
“Oh you,” he snapped a little with a smile. Both parents ended up laughing once more at the failed attempt of a day off that took place. In the end, Hiccup did get the day off to spend with his family even though he still had his leg. He also received the following days off. It was only right when he needed the time to spend it with his newborn son, who happened to greet them all hours later.
I told you I won’t shut up about HTTYD3 -- we will all ganna think about it together.
(please just let me post my ideas here cause i need it to be released this is ganna be long)
- The hooligans didn’t went back to old berk, they as well become mystery to the rest of the
world, this thought went in my mind considering that they really want to protect the dragons.
( And they couldn’t go back to old berk without any boats or resources so they settled in the
new berk. ) This made them to become one of the most mysterious vikings, to the point that
new generations of vikings , believed that they never existed, that they were descendant of
Odin or they were the children of dragons, that they were half humans - half dragon since the
rumor of them being able to fly is wide spread.
- After the dragons have left , the riders would usually hang out on the cliff where they had
last seen their dragon friends. This gathering happened usually happens before nightfall
and they would always tell stories of their time together. The stories being told consist of
their first dragon ride, their dragon’s personality, the way they spend time together, the --
way they sleep, their first snoggletog with them , the first flight to edge , the first fight , the
dragon racing and many, many more. Usually it was Fishleg who starts this conversations
but as time passed, it was snotlout who always talk a lot & he was the one who usually -
gets extremely emotional. ( He is a softiee inside, fight me. )
- As much as I want it to be astrid who comforts Hiccup when he woke up from a nightmare
and going out to looking for Toothless but there was no toothless. I think it was more of ---
valka who does that , whenever Hiccup wakes up, her mother is awake and the two would
just talk about random things until it’s morning. (cause she knew that hiccup won’t be able
to fall asleep again.) This habit continued on and on , valka being there gives sense of ---
comfort to the berk’s chief this didn’t stop even when he was wedded to astrid, instead -
they even invited astrid to join them whenever one of them is having nightmares.
- After the wedding of hiccup and Astrid, fishleg and ruffnut got married as well. The wedding
was all of sudden , since ruffnut was all “ We were married anyways, at some point in our--
lives, but it’s not really official , so we are making it official. “ and the chief and chieftess was
beyond confused on what they were talking about but in the end they bestowed their blessing
to the two and was more than happy to see that two of their friends was happy.
- Astrid and Hiccup got zephyr after 3 years of marriage ( I believe that they returned to the hidden world when they were around 31 or 32 ) Astrid and hiccup was 24 years old by then
& during her first pregnancy , valka and hiccup was very hands on and protective towards her ,
since gothi had told that it would be tough for astrid. Tough considering that they thought that
the child would be another hiccup, but what really gothi meant is though cause the child is ---
rather very energetic and always move inside her mother’s tummy.
- When Zephyr was born everyone in berk falls in love with her immediately, they would spoil
the kid rotten by sending weapons ( yes and by weapons i mean to weapons ) , they were
happy that there were additional shield maiden into their tribe and with zephyr being around
it helped heal the missing hole in the berkians heart ( not totally of course but it healed some)
fortunately, as Hiccup told himself, the girl had inherited her father’s hobby, which is craft &
build things, she also loves to play dragons with fishlegs and fishleg’s twin daughter & son.
- Zephyr was 3 years old when Nuffink was conceived , and as much as i want to think that
it was tuffnut who named the boy , i think it was zephyr who had named him instead I ,
think zephyr had heard so many stories about him and toothless being separated, & having
nuffink , who was a boy, made zephyr a bit worried that he might leave their dad as well ---
( cause guys come one zephyr is 3 and constantly hearing from her uncles that toothless left
she assumed that all boys will leave, so she childishly and innocently thinks she hates boys),
so when astrid asked for her daughter’s idea, zephyr just blurted out a stuttered ‘ nuffink ’ --
instead of nothing , so this time nuffink will separate us from dad , just like the others and this
made hiccup a bit teary eyed, cause of the sincerity and concern zephyr has for her father.
- When zephyr hit 8 years of age and nuffink hit the age of 5, the two would almost stick to one
another, would play together and sleep together. The two had become close (except the ----
time when nuffink was born , almost baby zephyr would get jealous cause momma astrid is
busy with her lil brother and she was sent under the care of her grandma. ) and nuffink is --
becoming more and more of her mother, but more gentle and diplomatic, he was protective
of his big sister in his small odd ways, like always walking behind her and whenever zephyr
gets excited or stumbles (since he was always hiding behind her big sister) , he would grab
her cape, sometimes braids to keep her from falling or hitting something.
