YOUR POV

It's the fourth day and still no sign of Hiccup. Libelle was already gone when I woke up. She had gone to guard and nurture the eggs. A 'few days'... for me, a 'few days' is two or three days. I don't know why but four days seems like more that a 'few days'.. it probably isn't, but I just miss him so much. I still felt a bit ill when I woke up... I'm never eating eel ever again.

I forced myself out of the house and walked to the village. First I went to see mother, she was always so happy to see me, the wrinkles at the outside of her eyes, that developed over my absent years, would curl every time she saw me because of her big smile. It instantly made me feel better to see her so happy. Iacob seemed to get on quite well with... Woody. I still think it's a silly name for a dragon. He had also considerably bought mum a new chair after what happened to the old one that was burnt to a crisp.

I walked into my old home and sat down by the fire place to spend time with mum. Just when I thought I was getting the hang of hiding my feelings pretty well, she said-

"I can tell you miss him, darling." without me even mentioning Hiccup once.

"What? Noo. Well- of course I miss him. Who wouldn't miss their partner, but I'm fineeee."

"If you say so." She gazed me up and down and smiled "You remind me of how I was when I was younger. I remember missing your father so much when he and I first got together... he would go to fish on the boats and would leave two to three days at a time. One time I wanted to spend time with him so much that I sneaked aboard his boat and hid behind tall barrels on the deck. He and I would secretly kiss there as the nets were filling up-"

"Mum!" I blurted and blushed of embarrassment.

"Whattt!? We were in love! I couldn't help it. We planned it out and everything... and somehow it worked! We didn't get caught hahahaa!"

I laughed. She briefly went quiet. Her face plastered with suppressed grief.

"Mum, I know what would help you fill up the loneliness you're feeling right now..."

"What are you talking about?" She spoke with denial.

"You know what I'm talking about. You don't have to feel like this forever... you already have so many people who love you dearly. I know that empty void that's missing dad right now can never be filled the same way, but a dragon would-"

"A dragon? We've been over this. I know what you're gonna say, you keep telling me..."

"Because I mean it. You can't go wrong with a dragon, mum, trust me-"

"I can't (Y/N), if anything, it would be too much work, I'm too old to start thinking about how to take care of it, how to fly, finding room in the house for it, I can't-"

"You're not that old mum! Not even if it's just a small one, like a Terrible Terror? You don't need to ride one if that's what your afraid of. Please mum... I want you to be happy, and I know this is a way to make that happen."

"But I am happy..."

"Yes. You are happy when you have company. But Iacob and Erik often work long hours on the boats, and I don't even live here mum. I know that the smile I saw when I came in here this morning was the first smile of the day for you..." There was a lull silence. Mum knew that I had a point. "Please, mum."

She was thinking about it for once. Not saying no immediately. This was a good sign and I took advantage of her procrastination...

"Let's go talk to Gothi, she has Terrible Terrors and they keep multiplying like rabbits, she hands some of them out to people, she's offered me a dragon no less than ten times!" I chuckled.

"I don't know, (Y/N)..."

"Pleaseee! You wouldn't have to fly it, or find room for it in the house, it's very small. Please!" I begged as I did younger, with the same desperate voice that I used to use to crave mum for more bedtime stories.

"Oh alright! You've convinced me! I'll go talk to Gothi with you, but I'm not promising anything!" She cracked a weak smile as I jumped with excitement.

I grinned vigorously. This is it, mum is finally getting a dragon.

We walked towards the Village Elder's house, and spotted her flock of Terrible Terrors from tens of yards away.

On the way there, I saw a blonde Viking with rose pigment in her healthy cheeks and a spring of confidence in her step... she was holding hands with a taller, dark haired Viking with striped facial tattoos... It's Astrid! She's with Eret! Awhh she went for it, I'm so glad! The two Vikings looked peaceful and happy in each other's company. Astrid and I caught eyes, and I gave her a big smile, she gave one in return and mouthed 'Thank you' whilst passing me. It made me so hopeful seeing her so happy again.

"Oohh do we have to (Y/N)? Can I change my mind?" I heard mum's voice complaining, interrupting my train of thought.

I looked at her, my eyes gave her the answer straight away. No way. We're here and she's getting a dragon.

*knock knock knock*

Mum was standing behind me nervously.

"Mum, this is for your own good. You're one of the only people left without a dragon on Berk, Erik has one, even Iacob has one now. Trust me when I say it will change your life for the better."

Mum looked at me and tried to smile. She trusted me and stood her ground. Gothi then opened the door and gestured us to come in. We went to the back of her house on the wooden balcony where she treats her patients. We sat down on the balcony and Gothi stood still, ready to grant our desires.

"Gothi, we came to ask you if you have any Terrible Terrors available? My mum, I've finally convinced her to get a dragon, and she wishes to own one."

Without a second thought, Gothi jolted with excitement and walked as fast as she could and grabbed one of the many Terrors that sat on her balcony and placed it on mums lap.

Mum didn't know what to do with it, she didn't touch it, her face looked all confused and uneasy.

"Mum, don't be afraid, pet it." I said in a calming tone. Gothi studied us and silently watched as mum slowly placed her hand on the head of the green dragon on her lap. It instantly started purring and it walked round in little circles on her lap before lying down into a little ball. Mum tried to fight a smile but eventually gave up and showed her teeth in a big grin.

"I told you." I beamed with joy "Thank you, Gothi." I said, Gothi nodded your welcome and glanced at the all other Terrors she had to take care of. There were too many to count!

"Yes, thank you..." mum added. "(Y/N) you were right, this dragon is amazing... and look, he's so comfortable on my lap!" She smiled in astonishment and growing compassion.

"What are you going to name him?"

"I have to name him?"

"What is it with my family and names? Of course you need to name him, he's your dragon!" I laughed and Gothi silently chuckled air.

"Well... in that case I'll call him after your father... Frode. Something to keep me close to him." She smiled and kept petting the dragon who was now sleeping on her lap... grief showed behind her eyes.

"That's- that's beautiful, mum."

Gothi nodded, agreeing with my last statement. She and I looked at each other and mutually smiled. I looked back at mum petting her new dragon, Frode. In the corner of my eye I saw Gothi with her eyes impaling me... I ignored her glare and kept appreciating mum and her new found connection.

Gothi started to walk over to me and mum with her staff in her hand. She stopped in front of me and looked me up and down...

"Is there something wrong?" I asked Gothi with slight tone of annoyance for staring at me for so long.

She tilted her head and looked at me, up and down once again... she showed no sign of explaining what she was doing... suddenly she grabbed my breast!

"Gothi! What in Loki's name are you doing?!" I yelled. Mum laughed at my reaction.

She didn't flinch. After cupping my breast she placed her hand on my belly... her face looked concerned. She went over to the sand on the floor of her balcony and gestured me and mum to follow her there. We towered over her shoulder to see what she was writing in the sand. With her staff, she drew the symbol of 'new life'... she turned around, pointed at my belly and looked dead into my eyes.

"No. No- I can't I'm not..." I whispered in denial.

She nodded yes. My heart felt like it stopped moving. My body ran cold and I felt faint.

Mum turned to look at me and was looking startled. She held my hand tightly...

"You're pregnant?! Since when?? When did you... (Y/N)!"

"I- I- no... I didn't know. I can't be-" I couldn't accept what I had heard. I can't be pregnant. I'm not ready!

Gothi, wrote with her staff once more... and wrote 'three months' in the sand.

"Twelve weeks?! (Y/N) you're twelve weeks gone already? How did you not know??"

I was speechless. I couldn't believe it. Gothi held my other hand, both of them were waiting for me to say something... anything.

"(Y/N), you'll be alright... I'm here for you. We're both here for you. Have you been sick at all?"

"I- I was sick yesterday.. but I- I thought it was something I ate..."

"Sickness normally starts after two months."

I broke free from the hand holding and went to sit back down... "How did I not... urghh! I didn't notice . How- how did I not notice that I was three months late!... I can't believe this..." my head planted into my hands.

Mum came to sit by my side and tried to console me.

"You've been distracted, (Y/N), overwhelmed... coming back home, seeing everyone again, you

and Hiccup... don't blame yourself, you know now, that's what's important."

"Hiccup! Where is he?? I need him." I started weeping.

"Sweetheart he's not home yet. I'm sure he'll be home very soon."

"I need to see him now mum!" I sobbed.

Gothi offered me a bottle of blue liquid in a small, shinny bud vase... mum stood up and spoke with her near the sand where Gothi replied with her staff. All that I could do with myself was cry. I needed Hiccup next to me. Where is he??

"Drink this dear, Gothi says it helps to keep you calm.. she says it helps the baby aswell." Mum handed me the bud vase.

"Why? Is there something wrong with the baby?!" I wept.

"No dear, it just helps it to grow healthy... *sigh*... you developed the first symptoms quite late, darling"

I grabbed the bottle from mums hand and drank it all in one gulp. Tears pooling down my face. I was so confused and scared and angry. How did I not see the symptoms while Hiccup was by my side.. I missed him more than ever!

"I have to find him." I said, trying to catch my breath after crying immensely..

"(Y/N), no. You must wait home where you're safe and if Hiccup arrives today, he'll know where to find you. Don't make this more difficult than it has to be."

"Okay... okay I won't. I have to be alone... Th- thank you Gothi for... everything. Mum, I'll see you tomorrow, take care of that dragon.."

"I will, don't you dare worry about me. Get plenty of rest." She pulled me into a tight embrace before I walked away, without looking back.

I'm pregnant! I was shell shocked. As I walked back home, Fishlegs saw me and walked towards me. I tried ignoring him by pretending I didn't see him, but it was too late to avoid him... he came up to me and started walking along with me-

"Hey (Y/N)! I hope you feel better after yesterday, I sure do. It was weird cause I hadn't had food poisoning for exactly 9 years and 10 months-"

"Fishlegs... I'm sorry, but I'm really not in the mood to talk right now... I'm glad that you feel better."

"Oh sorry... are you okay?"

"Yes just... leave me be, for now. Sorry. I'll see you later."

He stopped following me and waved a friendly farewell. I was to indulged in my thoughts that I didn't even say goodbye to him. I just wanted to go home and wait for Hiccup's return.

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Libelle came home and saw me crying by the table. She comforted me.

"Unbelievable. Elle, you're ready for this.. I'm not, girl... how am I going to be a mother?! I can't do this..." I buried my head into my hands and cried more. Elle was making sad hums by my side, empathising with my wave of emotions. "Where are they?? They should be back by now..."

After a few hours I decided to cook to distract myself. I couldn't bare the thought of eating supper in the grand hall around everyone, pretending that everything was okay. Worries started pouring into my head I'm so young... this can't be happening. What if Hiccup is lost? What if he did find a threat?

As day turned into night, I couldn't wait for his arrival any longer. I had to find him. I didn't care about my own safety... My heart ached to see him. I took Libelle and told her we were going to get Toothless and Hiccup back. She shot us up into the sky without hesitation, and we were off.

END OF CHAPTER