Three Years Later

"Destin! You come back here!"

A toddler boy squeals as he runs away from me, and I pretend to slow down, defeated. He stops, giggling as he turns back to see if I'm still coming.

I shout and lunge forwards, scooping him up into my arms and kissing his nose. He laughs and hugs my neck, a bright smile on his chubby face. He has my red-tinted hair, but Hiccup's eyes. I think he looks a lot more like his father than me, but Hiccup insists that the hair tips the scale in my favour.

"Slawer an Dust," he says, sucking on his finger and causing his words to blend together.

"You were looking for Slayer and Stardust? I'm sure they're somewhere around here..." I say.

As if on cue, Hiccup lands Toothless near us. Nightstar, Dark Moon, Emerald, and the newest additions to the Night Fury family land right after. Nightstar nudges the newer babies off her back, seeing as they won't be able to fly for at least another year. I place Destin on the ground again and he runs to meet his dragons.

Around the same time I gave birth to Destin, Nightstar and Toothless had another set of twins, Slayer and Stardust. The two dragons are rather extraordinary, seeing as Stardust is pure white with blue markings and Slayer has red markings on his normal black skin. Destin and those two are almost exactly the same age; two years old, which is probably why they get along so well.

Hiccup gives me a quick kiss as his hand falls to my stomach.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his face concerned.

"I'm fine. A little bit of nausea this morning, but I'm good now," I respond, covering his hand with my own. "I'm hoping to Freyja that it's a girl."

"Me too. We'll have to start thinking of baby names again," he says. He voices like that's a chore, but the excitement in his eyes in unmistakeable.

"If it is a girl, I like Kari or Runa."

"Beautiful choices," he murmurs, kissing my forehead.

"Daddy! Daddy! When I get dragon?" Destin asks as he toddles over to us, his big green eyes full of curiosity.

"When you're older," Hiccup answers. "Then, you can train Dark and Emmy."

"Thirteen should be the perfect age for learning to fly with a rider," I add. "But that's up for debate."

"Yeah, wow." Hiccup looks to the six-year-olds. "I feel like my kids are growing up."

"They are. Both dragon and Viking," I tease.

"And we'll be right here watching them the whole time," he says, waving to a few Vikings as they pass by.

I nod, reaching to my necklace and wishing that I could feel the gentle hum of magic beneath my fingertips again. Everything in Berk is going to be alright...at least for a little while.

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My name is Thora. Six years ago, I was a lonely girl with an extraordinary dragon.

Now, I'm an official trainer of Night Furies, I'm the wife to the chief that Berk, I am known as the last of the slayers, and I'm the last legacy of the Vikings of Hermaōr.

As I stand inside Berk with my little boy running around next to my six Night Furies, my husband by my side, and no threats looming on the horizon, I feel at peace.

No matter what happens, we'll be ready to fight for our home, doing anything to keep it safe.

I've made a sacrifice that won't be easy to follow through on, but I've got time to work it all out. A wind blows, rustling my hair. I smile, thinking of the journey I took to get where I am, to become who I was destined to be from the moment of my birth.

And to think, it all started with an eleven-year-old Viking girl and a Night Fury named Nightstar.

End of Book Two