AN: I'm back!!!!

June 20 2018 - Berk (143 years later)

It was on a hot afternoon when a small blue car zipped along the paved country roads, the forest around the roads providing minimal shade as a hand with well-manicured nails tapped on the car door to the beat of the song playing on the radio. "Evil on your mind, Trouble at your feet, Living by the gun. The Devil's got you beat." The voice of a familiar blond sang as she bopped her head to the beat of the music. The scenery passed by quickly as cherry red lips continued to sing the chorus "Evil on your mind, Trouble at your feet, Living by the gun, Devil... The Devil's got you beat."

Soon the little car sped past a large sign that read 'Welcome to Berk- Population 468" Astrid kept humming as the song eventually changed and a much slower song started playing. The small town of Berk came into view and Astrid slowed down a bit and scanned the small shops that lined the street. It was near the end of the Main street that Astrid spotted the place she had been searching for. Parking the small car was an easy feat and she looked at the sign of the place once she had gotten out. "Typical" Astrid smiled as she went inside. The jingle of the bell above the door alerting the owner to potential customers.

"How can I....... ASTRID!!!" Dagur shouted before enveloping Astrid in a bearhug. "I haven't seen you since I left for Klondike!"

"Hello to you too Dagur!" Astrid laughed. "I also can't breathe."

"You don't breathe Astrid." Dagur laughed as he let go of the blonde. "How did you find this place?"

"It really wasn't that hard with you naming your shop 'Fabulously Deranged Salon'." Astrid lifted a brow. "What have you been up too since the Goldrush?"

"Oh you know a little of this, a little of that. Marrying a Saloon girl, Woodstock, going through the whole Hippie phase." Dagur shrugged as he casually told her.

"You're married?!" Astrid asked and wondered what crazy woman he found.

"For the past 130 years." Dagur stated proudly. "I'm guessing my sister brings you to Berk."

Astrid nodded. "I went back to Europe to track her down when I heard that some guy named Stoker published a gothic vampire novel." Astrid sighed. "I thought it might have been a lead."

"Heather did stalk Vlad a lot on the battlefield." Dagur mused absentmindedly. "But I haven't heard from her in a while."

"It's been more than 140 years." Astrid growled. "I figured I might as well move close to you in case she does turn up."

"Wait, you're the one that bought the Fitzgerald house?!" Dagur exclaimed. "I was wondering who the crazy person was that bought that."

"It's a nice house and the price was great." Astrid raised a brow. "It surprised me that it wasn't sold sooner especially if you consider the economy nowadays."

"Astrid there is a reason that house wasn't sold." Dagur told her and then bend down to whisper. "It's been on the market since the 50's. No one buys it because a brutal murder happened there. They now say it's haunted. No real estate agent wanted to be stuck trying to sell that property."

"Do you seriously think I believe in ghosts?"

"You're a vampire aren't you." Dagur smiled.

"But ghosts! Seriously."

"Either way, you're the talk of the town." Dagur laughed at Astrid's scowl. "Everyone is wondering who the person is that paid cash for that old cottage. Ever since the renovators came so quickly they've been guessing if it was some rich person that bought it."

Astrid huffed "Seems that even paying cash in this day and age raises eyebrows. And I just wanted to avoid a paper trail."

"Astrid, some guy delivered two suitcases of cash for you." Dagur exclaimed as he knew that Astrid must have made some very good investments over the years. "That would raise a lot of eyebrows. How filthy rich have you gotten since I last saw you."

"I guess so." Astrid muttered. "I just sent my PA to make the final payments." She then smiled "and I'm the silent partner in several global companies, but you know I don't necessarily like to flaunt it."

"Sure you don't." Dagur stated dryly.

"I'm going to go get settled in." Astrid told him. "The movers already delivered everything a few days ago. Maybe tonight we can get together and I can meet your wife? I'm curious as to who would marry you."

"Hey!" Dagur joked.

"I have a right to be curious." Astrid stated. "The last time I saw you try to impress a girl, you bought her a cannon."

"Hey! She asked for something practical!"

"It was a cannon Dagur." Astrid tried to hide her smirk but failed to. "What was a girl going to do with a cannon?"

"Maybe shoot the annoying neighbours?" Dagur guessed.

"You'd have to buy her a couple of cannonballs for that." Astrid laughed as Dagur shouted "I knew I forgot something!"

"You think that's why she didn't go out with me?" Dagur then asked as Astrid facepalmed.

After saying goodbye with the promise to get together later she exited the salon and went back to her car. Astrid put the key in the ignition and turned it. Her car made some noise but wouldn't start. She turned the key again but the same thing happened. "Not again" Astrid groaned as she rested her head on the steering wheel. "Why now of all times!" She then exclaimed in the tiny car. She rested her head on the steering wheel again but this time much lower. Her head hit the horn and she let out a shriek of surprise.

"Hey, you alright in there?" A voice asked as a finger tapped against her car window. Astrid looked up to see a muscular man holding some grocery bags standing next to her car.

"My car won't start again." Astrid told him as she rolled down her window.

"Well you could talk to our resident mechanic." The man told her.

"You have a number?" Astrid asked before she forgot that she hadn't introduced herself. "Astrid Hofferson by the way."

"Viggo Grimborn." The man said as he shook her hand. "No number needed. It's going to be lunch time soon and he'll be at the diner like always." The man pointed towards a retro-looking diner not too far away. "I have to get these groceries there anyways. My brother forgot to stock the pantries again."

"You work there?" Astrid asked as she grabbed her phone and purse before locking the car door.

"I own it." Viggo told her proudly.

"So what brings you to this small town?" He asked as they crossed the street.

"I'm moving here." Astrid said and before she could elaborate Viggo exclaimed "Oh my Thor, you bought the Fitzgerald house!"

"Is it that obvious?" Astrid asked with a frown.

"We don't get many new people here." Viggo told her. When they finally reached the diner he held the door open for her. Astrid's eyes widened upon seeing the interior. Everything looked like it belonged in the sixties. From the vinyl carrying jukebox in the corner to the counter and cash register. "Wow" Astrid exclaimed. It was like a blast from the past. A past she lived through and still had the platform shoes as proof of.

"I spared no expense in making this place look as authentic as possible." Viggo told her as he puffed up his chest a bit.

"He also spares no expense in bragging about it!" A British voice came from the kitchen. Another muscular man with his hair in a hairnet poked his head out while brandishing a spatula. "Eret Eretson, a pleasure to meet you."

After Astrid introduced herself again Viggo said loud enough for Eret and the three patrons in the diner to hear "She's the one that bought the Fitzgerald house!"

"No freaking way!" Eret's eyes widened.

"Oh brother, remember how I dared you to spend the night there in High school?" Another man, wearing retro skates, came gliding in with a tray of sundays. "You screamed like a little girl!!"

"Ryker shut up!" Viggo shouted as he tried to hide his embarrassment. "First of all, it was Halloween and second of all, a cat startled me."

"We could hear your screams from down the road!" The elderly man sitting in a boot spoke up. "I was trying to get my beauty sleep."

"Will you shut it Mildew! No amount of sleep is going to help your looks." Viggo shouted before turning to Astrid. "My apologies. Why don't you have a seat and have something on the house as a welcome to town. Hiccup should be here soon."

"Your mechanic is named Hiccup?" Astrid asked.

"Nickname" Viggo told her as he donned his apron.

True to Viggo's word the diner soon filled up with patrons. Ryker was gliding on those skates of his with elegance that she would not have associated with the hulking man. She bit into the burger that was in front of her and waited. A jingle of the door had Ryker nudging her as he passed by. "That's Hiccup" He pointed to a tall lanky auburn-haired guy that was busy talking to a shorter red-haired man that was broader than him. "Oh and he brought his brother Henry this time."

The burger nearly slipped from Astrid's hand upon seeing the two men. "Hendrik" She whispered softly, still in shock at what she was seeing. She was staring open-mouthed at the pair as they spoke to Viggo. Astrid had to rub her eyes for a few seconds to make sure that this wasn't a trick of the light. There, standing right next to Hiccup, the man Ryker called Henry was the spitting image of her old fiance.

AN2: DUN DUN DUNNNN PLOT TWIST!!!

AN3: (Frantically waves white flag) Please don't kill me!!!! You'll never know how this ends then.