NO POV

You were overwhelmed to see Hiccup.

Sweet memories of the past delighted your mind... the same past that you have been trying to bury deep for nearly six years. Never to be looked back on. But yet there you were, not denying yourself that you've truly missed him.

Everything came flooding back from time you lived on Berk... Including the horror and the cruelty. Your love for dragons was enough of a reason to have an overwhelming hate for the island... almost to the point where you forgot all the fond memories you had there; the amazing memories. You tried to avoid thinking about the reason that you escaped, but you suddenly couldn't remember a single reason why you left with Hiccup standing in front of you. How much he had changed, matured to a tall, attractive man... you looked down and glanced at his missing leg. So much has changed...

He also has a dragon of his own! You always knew he loved dragons. That's what made you two so inseparable when you were younger.

* * * A MEMORY * * *

Six years ago..

You woke up in your home at Berk...

YOUR POV

It was sunny out side, I could tell by looking at the sky through the smouldering brims of the fresh holes in the roof - the roof that was burned to a crisp last night. Dad was furious when he came home and saw the damage. He had been out again, all night long, fighting off the dragons. Mum was cleaning splinters on the floor with a broom - sweeping the remains of our roof.

I didn't acknowledge the gauging holes in our roof as I walked past her when I came out of my room, because this was normal for us - the process of repairing what was destroyed the night before... Dad was sleeping as a result of being at war with the creatures through the early hours. His axe covered in blood again... I always hated that axe. My ten years old twin brothers, Iacob and Erik, were asleep in their room, with no sign of waking up, not until mum was to ask them to help around the house.

On my way out, I grabbed some bread... it was stale as always and hard as a rock, due to being kept out in the open for days. I ate it on the way to the top of the village, where Hiccup lived. On my way, I passed trails of scattered blood, broken weapons, helmets of the fallen Vikings, dragon corpses and the ruins of homes... all the usual scars after a single night of endless battle.

*knock knock... knock knock... knock... knock*

I tapped on Hiccups house door. He knew it was me... I smiled and fixed my hair, waiting for him to answer the door... He greeted me with an excited grin on his face, and in a few seconds we were off intro the trees.

The sun scorched above us, creating a beam of warmth on the cold grounds of Berk. We walked along the path that me and Hiccup eroded by walking our familiar route.

"So... our roof broke... again" I said whilst biting hard into the corner of my breakfast. We reached our destination and both sat on a log in front of the lake where we used to go to escape the madness of our people. We came here often, to talk.

"Again? (Y/N), I've told you, you need to ask your father to put in metal underneath the wooden planks that were placed after last time, makes it a lot sturdier." He said with the wisdom of a craftsman.

He always knew a solution that didn't include violence... unlike the rest of the island

"And as I've told you before... Not everyone has the privilege of being the chief's son and being allowed to use any equipment at any time. There's no way we would be allowed that much metal, when most of it is used to create weapons" I said teasingly.

He chuckled. I love hearing his laugh.

"True... speaking of Dad, he still hasn't come home yet..." He said, with an apprehensive look upon his face

"He's probably repairing something somewhere. You know he always helps as much as he can after these attacks, Hiccup"

"Luckily there weren't any Nightfuries last night, or I probably wouldn't see him until tomorrow"

"You're right. Attacks are way worse when one of those show up. Especially when they hit the docks or the watch tower like last time."

"Well there would be less attacks if he would just listen to me"

"And what in Thor's name would you tell him?"

"That if you stop killing them, they'll stop killing us. They defend themselves, that's all." He said with passion

"We're Vikings-

...It's what we do." He joins in and we say together in passionless harmony.

"I know... you always say that, (Y/N). But you and I both know that you don't believe that being a Viking requires us killing those innocent creatures." He exhaled

"I'm just repeating what my dad keeps telling me..."

"Mine too." He pauses and rubs the back of his neck.. I could tell there were something troubling his mind.

"What is it Hiccup?"

"He- He wants me to start dragon training..."

"Oh... wow. Do- do you want to?" I look at him, knowing his answer, but I didn't want to influence his decision.

"You know I don't want to (Y/N)... I can't, I couldn't kill one of them... ever."

"It's what everyone expects from us. I just don't get it. How do the others do it? Killing those incredible, intelligent animals. Even the gang seem so confident helping out even though they're the same age as us... how do they do it?"

"Who? Snotlout and Tuffnut?"

"Yes, and Astrid, Ruff and even Fishlegs. They just seem like they know exactly what they're supposed to be doing. They're not at all scared to kill any dragon in the future. I just can't imagine being that way."

"Me neither" he said, lowering his head pessimistically

"Don't be like that Hiccup, it's gonna be okay, just tell him you don't want to-"

"I have many times, he never listens... I know I don't look like the others or act like the others on our island. He knows it, everyone knows it. *sighs* I can tell he's disappointed in me"

I didn't know what to say. He says those words often these days: 'He's disappointed in me'. I leaned in and have him a consoling hug. He hugged me back.

"Thank you (Y/N), unlike him, you always listen to me. I know I can trust you."

"We're the same Hiccup. I could never kill a dragon either, you know that"

"Yeah I do, that's one of the reasons why I like you so much. We understand each other."

My cheeks instantly blushed red. I smiled. My best friend said he liked me... but I was sure that he didn't mean it romantically. Or did he? No, don't be silly. I was just so happy to have him by my side.

"I g-guess that's why... I- I like you too" I stuttered, feeling like an idiot. Negative thoughts filled my head... Did I say it the same way? I hope he doesn't know that I actually like him...

He gazed into my eyes and smiled. My heart was beating so fast. I didn't know where to look. I tried to appear as natural as could be. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips. It was a small kiss, but the moment our lips collided for a moment, time froze. Thirteen year old me melted. He does like me! He leaned back and I saw that he was blushing bright red as well. I wanted to jump up and down with excitement, but instead, I contained my joy and simply asked:

"Ehem... Should we go see how the others are doing after last night?"

"Orrr... we could go to the workshop?"

"The workshop? Why? Did Gobber ask you for more help today? You've been with him all night last night, can't he give you a break?"

"No, no... I want you to come with me to see something."

"To see what, Hicc?"

"Well... You said you wanted a journal, I've made one for you..."

I smiled. He always remembers everything little detail that I tell him.

"You one??"

"Yeah. I remembered you wanted one so I started making one for you a couple days ago... I finished it yesterday afternoon, right before sunset."

"I briefly mentioned that I wanted to write down some memories... and you made me a journal!?" I couldn't contain my happiness anymore, a huge smile extended from my cheeks.

"Yes! If you're going to write your valuable memories in something, it should at least be something worth keeping, and that will last for years."

"Hiccup.. I don't know what to say.. you didn't have to- Thank you" I beamed

He held my hand and looked out on the lake for a moment. I stared at him with great passion. The respect I had for him was indescribable..

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I came home that day, feeling blessed by the Gods. I opened the door with my right hand, and in my left hand, was a beautiful, new, hand crafted, leather journal. I couldn't wait to see him the next day and the day after that... and the day after that. I couldn't get enough of him.

* * * MEMORY OVER * * *

Thor, I've missed him so much. I truly loved him and never got the chance to tell him. I have so much to ask and say. I want to know everything that's happened to him and I definitely need to know how he lost his leg!!! He makes me wish that I had never left. I hope he feels the same way...

END OF CHAPTER