AN: Heloooooo you all experienced last chapter's plot twist. Now I like to take the time to adress some questions that have been asked.

Anonymous Noob the 2nd : I was wondering also if there will be dragons or if fishlegs tuff ruff and snot will be in this story

Answer: Yes and yes.

Guest: Wait so Hiccup isn't her past lover ?

Answer: Never in the story have I stated that it was Hiccup who was her past lover.

Guest: Huh?! I thought this was hicstrid?!

Answer: it is very much Hiccstrid.

Interested01: So Astrid was not with Hiccup?

Answer: No. Where would the fun be if Hiccup was her long lost lover? Seems a bit cliche.

Astrid poured herself a tumbler of expensive Scotch as she sat in a plush leather chair in her new cottage. The renovation team she had hired beforehand did not disappoint her. Nearly everything was restored to pristine condition. The addition of modern amenities being as unobtrusive to the preservation of the Victorian Gothic cottage spoke of their abilities. Sitting here in front of the fireplace reminded Astrid of the nights she had spent discussing nearly everything with Hendrik at her Essex manor. Unlike most Victorian men, Hendrik seemed to like an opinionated woman. She took a sip of her drink and silently wished she could still get drunk.

Astrid frowned slightly as she still couldn't fathom why Heather had killed him so cruelly. The memory was still fresh in her head even after all this time.

-------Flashback-----------

The storm raged on outside having caught the occupants of the manor by surprise. The fireplace flickered dimly as shutters could be heard clattering against the oncoming storm winds.

"I will go check if everything is secure." Astrid told Hendrik who had been sitting opposite of her, and Heather who had been by the piano. She got up, grabbed an oil lamp and proceeded out of the drawing room. She didn't know what had actually transpired in that room while she was gone but when she returned there was blood on the carpet, Hendrik's body slumped on the floor, and Heather standing over him with blood on her lips and a feral gaze in her eyes.

Astrid remembered screaming and trying to rip Heather to pieces in the drawing room.

Heather fled that night, right out of the window. Astrid called back to her in fierce anger. The woman she had considered her friend for decades had just destroyed the love of her life. She spent years wondering how or why Heather could have done that. Two weeks later heather would have been her maid of honor.

--------End Flashback---------

Astrid took another sip of scotch as she reflected on the past. When her lips touched the glass she frowned as no liquid came. Looking down at the tumbler she saw that it was empty, only the slowly melting ice remained. It seemed that in her musings she had drunk it all. She grabbed the bottle to refill her glass.

Thinking back to how her day went she was surprised that she could even move, let alone speak. The appearance of an exact look-alike of her long-dead fiance was jarring. She still remembered how she sat there in the booth. Her burger nearly slipping from her fingers, ketchup almost splattering on her dress as she watched Viggo take their order and then gesture towards her. She held her breath as both men approached her table and asked if they could sit at her booth. Astrid remembered nodding dumbly as she observed the two brothers. Hiccup was dressed casually in a simple light green T-shirt and brown pants. She noticed that he had a smudge of grease on his neck that the auburn mop of hair failed to cover up. His brother, Henry, on the other hand was dressed impeccably. The redhead wore a white dress shirt, black pants and his jacket draped over his arm while he loosened his tie.

When Henry spoke, Astrid might have had an actual heart attack, if she still had a beating heart. His voice sounded exactly the same as Hendrik's had. Astrid gulped and had to pinch her thigh to stay with the conversation. She focused on Hiccup who had been busy introducing them both when she couldn't help but utter "You don't look like brothers."

Hiccup laughed and told her that they get that a lot. It seemed he looked more like his mother, whom she learned was away on an expedition somewhere in Asia, while Henry took after their father who just so happened to be the town Mayor. Hiccup soon changed the subject to that of her car. "I can take a look at it after lunch but if it's more than a minor problem it will have to be towed to the garage. There are some other cars I need to work on first though before I can get to yours. I hope that won't be a problem."

"No..... no problem at all." Astrid quickly said. "I honestly should be used to it. That old rust bucket has been giving me trouble for a while now. It's a 1989 Fiat Premier Padmini."

"Then why not buy a new car?" Henry asked while Hiccup's eyes lit up.

"It's a classic bro!" Hiccup elbowed Henry. "It's not every day you'd see an Indian car on these streets."

"I actually bought it during my stay in India." Astrid casually commented. "That car and I have been through a lot." She didn't mention that she had bought it the year it came off the assembly line but she smiled as Hiccup's eyes lit up.

"So are you here visiting anybody?" Henry asked as he tried to shake his brother out of his foreign car daze.

"Well I was visiting Dagur, he's an old friend, but I'm moving to this town."

"You bought the Fitzgerald house!" Hiccup exclaimed as his eyes widened. His statement got the attention of more than half the diner and Ryker skating by with a tray full of burgers and fries mumbled "Smooth Hiccup, smooth." Hiccup's cheeks pinked while Henry tried to make himself as small as possible. "Sorry" He apologized. "I didn't mean to make a scene. It's just that that house is somewhat of a local legend."

"So I gathered." Astrid laughed. "No worries, Dagur already informed me that I'd get some attention."

"You should hear some of the stories they came up with." Henry told them. "Viggo should know some good ones. He actually went into the house his Senior year."

"The time he screamed like a little girl?" Astrid smiled.

"For the last time, I did not scream like a little girl!" Viggo muttered from the counter nearby as he glowered at the three.

"I heard that it sounded more like someone stepped on a cat's tail." Hiccup smirked as he looked straight at Viggo.

"Don't you have a lady's car to fix Haddock?" Viggo grumbled as Hiccup and several patrons sniggered discreetly.

Hiccup accompanied Astrid back to her car as Henry excused himself claiming that he had some work to finish. "She's a beauty" Hiccup said as he got a good look at Astrid's car. "Can't believe it's in this good a condition for a thirty year old car. The previous owner must have loved it very much."

Astrid's cheeks pinked at the indirect compliment. She certainly couldn't tell Hiccup that she was the car's only owner. He'd never believe that she was over thirty, way over thirty. She watched Hiccup pop the hood and fiddle with the engine. He then tried to start the car and frowned when it sputtered.

She continued to observe Hiccup. Both her brows flew up when he took off his shoe and whacked something on the engine with it. From where she was standing she couldn't see what he was smacking. It was surprising when he turned the ignition key again and the car sprang to life. "What did you do?" She asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"You're battery terminals are corroded." Hiccup explained as if it made any sense to Astrid. Astrid cocked her head slightly to the left. She now wished she had learned some of the car mechanics in the years it was invented.

"And you resolved this by hitting it with a shoe."

"Well it's not a permanent solution. Just a quick patch job." Hiccup explained. "Hitting the terminals sometimes jars them to make better contact. This should get you home safely. I can come by tomorrow if you want to give it a full workover."

"If it's not too much trouble." Astrid had said. "And thank you again for helping me so quickly."

"It was no problem." Hiccup told her before bidding her goodbye.

"You know you're staring right." A voice came from behind her. She had turned around to see Dagur leaning in the doorframe of his shop.

"I wasn't staring."

"Whatever you say Astrid. Whatever you say." Dagur laughed before heading back into his salon. Astrid sighed and then stepped into her car. She sat there for a minute pondering what Dagur had said. She hadn't been staring had she? No, she was sure she hadn't been staring at Hiccup as he walked away. Why would she stare at him when she might have finally found her long lost love again after all these years.

"I wasn't staring." She now said aloud. "Why would I?" She talked to herself as she pulled out of the parking spot. She was heading to her new home, she might as well crack open that bottle of fine Scotch she had been saving.

AN2: The title is a very big clue. ;)