How To Train Your Dragon- From One World To Another

Disclaimer:

The Film 'How To Train Your Dragon', is Copyrighted by DreamWorks Animation and Distributed by Paramount Pictures. Directed by Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois and released on March 26, 2010

The DreamWorks 'Dragons' were directed by Dean Deblois and Chris Sanders and released in 2013- 2018. I only claim Copyright to my characters and some of the elements of the story that are of my own creation.

Chapter Soundtrack(s):

Ei yksinäinen unta saa (The Lonely Get No Sleep)- Neon 2

English Translation: https://lyricstranslate.com/en/ei-yksinäinen-unta-saa-lonely-cant-sleep.html

Author Warning, Notes:

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Viewpoint Signs:

***MS*** (movie scene)

***EMS*** (end of movie scene)

***WPov.*** (watcher's point of view)

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Chapter 19 What We Feel

I winced, sucking in a sharp breath (that was echoed by my father) as the theatre screen focused on another scene...

***MS***

On a bed, inside a bedroom, slept two humans; a father and a young girl curled up against each other.

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I could felt the heat on my cheeks when I heard several people either sucking in a sharp breath or commenting on how adorable that scene looked.

I wasn't sure how I felt about being called cute by some of the viewers, but upon feeling a ruffle on the head, I looked up at my father who smiled encouragingly down at me.

***MS***

Creeeeeak

The door to the guest-room creaked as it was opened and an older man with a greying beard and many wrinkles stepped inside.

Aaro Aho, father of Klaus and former father- in- law to Sigrun, softly closed the door behind him before padding closer to where his son and grandchild lay in deep sleep.

He kept his eyes on Klaus who was laid on his back with one arm flung behind his head, and the other resting protectively around his daughter's upper back as she lay snuggled against his side, her other fist grasping the grey material of her father's pyjamas.

...

There was a round of 'aw's' from some of the Viking mothers.

I closed my eyes for a moment as I tried avoiding to look at the pictures hanging on the walls which could clearly be seen from an angle.

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The old man sat down on the edge of the bed and finally looked up at the photographs hanging from the walls.

The joyous people in the photos used to make him feel so blessed, but looking at them now brought forth emotional agony over the reminder that he could no have the familiar, friendly disagreements with his daughter- in- law. Or just the usual banter whenever she, Klaus and the girls came for a visit.

From his two adorable grandchildren who used to trace the floors of their grandparents' house, was now, only one was still among them.

And the grandfather could tell his grandchild wasn't relieved to have been the one to survive out of luck.

He sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair.

There would no longer be those peaceful moments spent in the company of both Ronja and Sonja. No more of his favourite pastimes where the two very competitive sisters played chess games against him during the evenings of their visits.

[ there was a flashback to a moment of an old lady serving hot cocoa to Ronja and Sonja, and tea to Sigrun and Klaus as they sat around on the sofa watching the silent but fierce battle going on in front of them.

With a smile to her face, Grandma Airi, too, sat down on an armchair to watch.

After a while, the battle ceased and a groan echoed from Ronja's lips.

Frustration was shown on the faces of Aaro's grandchildren as they lost another game]

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Good-willed, amused laughter echoed around the room as those watching found amusement in seeing the 'younger- me' throw her head back against the sofa with a loud' thunk'.

Despite the sadness clinging to my heart in a vice-grip, I couldn't help but smile slightly at the scene.

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'' There will be no more moments where Sigrun joins in with that devious expression to her face,'' Aaro thought and chuckled out loud very, very quietly.

[ A flashback of Sigrun, with that devious expression to her face, could be seen quickly lifting the Chess-board (without dropping a single game-piece) down onto the carpet before lifting a heavier, wooden board (that looked more like a crate) into view.

The interior had a glass frame sitting a few inches off the bottom of the crate to make it look as if there was water surrounding the smooth slabs of stone in calculated areas of the board. The game pieces on the board looked very different from the ones in Chess, but their amount was about the same.

The eldest twin teamed up with her grandfather while his sister, mother and father made the second team.

Grandmother Airi just smiled at them all and slunk off to make more tea and hot chocolate for the group]

***WPov.***

'' Mother always knew that game would take a while to finish!'' Klaus pointed out with a small laugh, which in turn made me giggle in remembrance at the fond- exasperation on my grandma's face whenever my mother pulled out her 'Maces and Talons' board.

'' And why is that?'' Fishlegs piped in with curiosity, despite the sorrow in his, and everyone else's eyes.

'' My father was a professional chess-player, and Ronja seems to have inherited his eye for strategy games; not that I'm bad at chess with having played chess since I was a boy,'' Klaus answered and gave the hefty-boy the smile.

'' Ooh, I see,'' Fishlegs answered, before jumping as uncle Stoick's words could clearly be heard.

''HAH, HAH, HAH! Maces and Talons! I remember Sigrun loving that game very much,'' Stoick exclaimed with a huge, albeit sad grin to his bearded face before he gave a booming laugh.

'' And no wonder you knew how to play so well. Albeit nowadays it's not just the future Chiefs who are taught how to play it!''

'' And you had me teach you how to play even though you already were more than capable in it, Ronja!''

I gave Hiccup a sheepish look as his words caused the other teens, and villagers to start laughing good naturally at us both.

Hiccup was giving me a scolding look despite the grin tugging at his lips.

A small grin appeared on my lips as I answered sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck.

'' I believed that if I had blatantly revealed I knew how to play the game it would have brought up too many questions.''

***MS***

Aaro smiled as he looked at a photo of them all sitting on a sofa with the Maces and Talons board sitting in front of them on the table in plain view.

'' Oh, I remember the day when Sigrun started teaching her children how to play this game. To think, Ronja and Sonja were only three years old, then. Of course, it had brought very mixed results but then Sigrun had the mind to convert the game-pieces and rules into a story of a Viking chief heading on a voyage to conquer his enemies. It was then that her teachings started working on the girls.''

[ a scene of Sigrun sitting on the living-room sofa, with said three-year-olds sat on their mother's lap, was shown on screen.

Sigrun picked one game piece off the game-board to give the girls a closer look. '' And this is the 'Viking Chief', girls.''

'' Viking Chief!'' the girls repeated, their eyes shining with interest surprising for ones so young]

***WPov.***

There was another round of 'aw's' from some of the Viking mothers.

And not just them...

'' Aww, that is so adorable!'' Fishlegs squealed, hugging Meatlug around the neck, who gave a rumble of affection.

'' You and Sonja looked even more identical as little toddlers,'' Snotlout added, brushing away the tears that had slipped into his eyes.

'' You were both so little when your mother started teaching you that game. Perhaps a bit too young,'' Astrid said in a hushed voice.

'' Nonsense, that was the age 'our' father started teaching me, and later Sigrun, Maces and Talons,'' Stoick called out with a sad smile to his face.

'' Albeit the way my aunt's doing it seems to make a lot more sense, and the way she holds you and Sonja makes you two focus better. I hardly see any fidgeting,'' Hiccup murmured.

'' Aye, I should have thought of that when I started teaching you, Hiccup,'' Stoick sighed, an apologetic expression crossing his face.

'' I had a harder time grasping the concepts because I was so fidgety at that time dad started teaching me,'' Hiccup explained to the rest of us teens, which earned him a smirk from all of us.

'' You still have the attention span of a sparrow when I attempt to teach you something of no interest to you,'' Stoick added gently, which caused the rest of us teens to laugh and Hiccup to blush sheepishly.

'' I'm surprised, that the little boy back on that Viking ship wasn't more fidgety than he was when I started teaching him Maces and Talons by using the same methods mom taught Sonja and me,'' I thought, wincing inwardly at the reminder of that two week voyage on that huge, three sailed ship.

'' Besides, I really must have been extremely bored to have wanted to start telling mom's stories to that three-year-old boy. But I gotta say, even though his mother said he was quite a hellion most of the time, he was surprisingly quiet and calm throughout me repeating mom's stories to him,'' I thought contemplatively, before turning my eyes back to the screen as it came back to life.

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'' I will never be able to play against both my grandchildren again, or take them to the summer- house for a day or two. Or go out in the woods with them to pick the season mushrooms and berries,'' Aaro whispered out loud, putting a palm over his eyes.

'' And there will no longer be New Years spent with all six of us together, having a meal and lighting fireworks, and going to see them, during the celebration of the turn of a new year.''

...

'' What are fireworks?'' the twins asked at the same time.

Dad opened his mouth to explain, but I quickly silenced his answer with a: '' DON'T answer that question, dad, or those two will get ideas that'll cause even more mayhem on Berk.''

'' SPEAK OF THE TRUTH!'' Hiccup, Astrid, Snotlout all exclaimed in unison before laughing, the twins and I joining in after a moment.

Until the next scene sobered us all instantly...

***MS***

Sighing sadly, the old man reached over and carefully shook his son's shoulder, withdrawing quickly when his son startled awake by the touch and blinked his eyes until he could see who had woken him up.

Klaus yawned tiredly before carefully extricating himself from Ronja's grasp.

He then pushed himself into a sitting position and propped himself against the bed's headboard.

'' Is it that time already?'' Klaus mumbled to his father. He sounded and looked exhausted. He, in fact, looked like he couldn't keep his eyes open.

''And no wonder, he looks so utterly exhausted, '' Aaro thought concernedly.

Klaus hadn't had much sleep the past week; not with his remaining daughter (who normally wasn't a restless sleeper) had been doing a lot of waking up in the middle of the night and only slept calmer when she was in the same room as her father.

And even then she tended to climb into bed beside her father in the late hours of the night. It was something neither of the twins had done since the age of six years but lately, Ronja had been a wreck.

The rift she had allowed to form between Sonja and her (which had lasted for weeks on end and was only resolved at the beginning of the winter season following a long drawn out grounding and a cycling accident) had been constantly ghosting her mind.

The cycling accident may have pushed them towards the path of resolution of their rivalry, but a lot of things had stood between them because Sonja had still felt resentful over being neglected for a very, very long time.

It would have taken time to resolve all bad feels; time which hadn't been granted for the elder siblings when their family vacation had ended up in unexpected tragedy.

A tragedy which left the entire family shattered.

'' Yes, it's that time, Klaus. I came to remind you that Sigrun's and Sonja's Memorial will take place at twelve O'clock and the final ' Send-off' takes place at five' o'clock this afternoon.''

Aaro had to close his eyes and pause in the middle of his sentence when his voice began to break.

He cleared his throat before saying,'' it's eight O'clock in the morning, now.''

Aaro quickly rubbed away the tears that had slid down his cheeks as he spoke, wetting his sleeve in the process. When he locked eyes with his son, again, he cringed slightly at the look of realization and utter sorrow that washed over his son's face.

Then Klaus turned his eyes away and reached over to run a gentle hand over Ronja's bed-tousled hair. She sighed deeply in her sleep.

Klaus closed his eyes tightly and blinked back more tears that threatened to slide down his cheeks. He didn't want to break down in front of his father then, even though he was certain the older man wouldn't begrudge him for weeping.

But there would be time for that later during the 'Memorial' where many stories of the family's lives would be shared.

The story-telling would be followed by lunch, and 'coffee time' at three.

At five, when the sky had begun to darken, the 'Memorial' would end in the final 'Send-off' which included the burning of their relations most important artefacts.

Artefacts Sigrun and Sonja might've needed in the afterlife.

Klaus swallowed thickly as he ran his hand over his daughter's soft hair, again.

There had been periods during these past two weeks where Klaus had hoped that all that had happened had been just a horrific nightmare and he would have woken up in bed with his beloved wife snuggled safely against his side using his arm as a pillow, and to pick up the sounds of both his daughters echoing in the halls of their city- apartment. And that of the halls of the house belonging to their grandparents.

But alas, his precious wife and darling youngest daughter were lost to him.

And his eldest daughter was lost in herself as she tried to pull herself together from the depression that had consumed her mind so strongly following the disaster at Kaprun.

And Klaus worried about his daughter's health.

Ronja had hardly slept or eaten these past two weeks, despite her father and grandparents prompting her to eat at least a little every day.

Her cheeks had hollowed and her skin was pale, with dark circles framing her eyes.

But it wasn't just the fact that his daughter wasn't eating or sleeping enough, that worried Klaus greatly.

The last time Ronja had spoken more than just a few words was a couple days ago when they had discussed the clothing and artefacts they would burn in the Final Send-off.

[ the scene changes to a flashback of Klaus and Ronja sitting beside a large wooden storage chest.

Ronja's expression was unreadable, her eyes holding the same kind of darkness they had carried in the Kaprun accident aftermath as her father laid the flowers on the accident site.

'' Sonja should be sent-off with the pile of clothes she chose when mother handed over this chest to us during the last Christmas,'' Ronja said gruffly.

'' As well as the weapons that belong to her. And the Kransen mother put on her head that day. Sonja loved it, and wore it in school, too, '' she added, voice wavering as she choked back a sob.

'' And yet she only wore the Kransen, belt, leather satchel and her weapons more than once that day. I think we should keep the dress, Kaftan, apron and sandals for a time when they might be of use to you.''

'' What are you saying, dad?! They weren't worn by Sonja because they were too big for her; she was saving them for a time she could wear them! '' Ronja exclaimed, her expression turning aghast.

'' Which is exactly the reason I think we should not burn them. Ronja didn't wear them but once. The blue dress used to belong to your grandmother, and Sigrun's mother had worn it only for special occasions. Sigrun continued with the tradition because it was a very special dress for her. The leather dress your mother made for Sonja a year ago was something your sister held dear to her heart, and I think said dress would do just fine for the send-off.''

'' But she did wear the belt, leather satchel and Kransen!''

'' Which should be the articles of clothing going into the boat along with her weapons and prized belongings,'' Klaus answered.

'' The belt and leather satchel belong with the Viking dress mother gave her, and the dress belonged to Sonja,'' Ronja instantly rebutted, tears now spilling down her cheeks.

'' We still might find another use for them as you grow, Ronja. But I do understand  you feel upset...,''

'' Another use for them?! Like what, exactly? Are you seriously thinking we might suddenly find ourselves on Berk? HAH! Not a chance, dad!'' Ronja exclaimed with a sarcastic air as she stared at her father who was looking back at her with a slightly flustered expression.

'' Ronja, I have made my decision, and as my daughter, you shall have to accept that we are going to keep those clothes. I will hear no more argument about this matter,'' Klaus said firmly, but with softness in his blue eyes

Ronja gave him another look of defiance as Klaus continued,'' It will be up to you if you ever want to wear any of your sister's clothing one day.''

'' Well they might as well burn because I'm NEVER going to wear them! EVER, do you hear?!'' Ronja burst out as she jumped to her feet and hurried towards the door of the bedroom.

'' I'm getting Sonja's Kransen, diary and weapons!'' she threw over her shoulder before stomping off, pouting.

Klaus sighed heavily and ran a hand over his eyes and beard,'' Gods help me! What made me say those words? Do I really believe that Ronja might actually meet those of her mother's kin one day?''

He dropped the hand with another deep sigh before out loud to himself, '' Well, it's been said and I won't change my opinion. But I may have to hide the key to the chest until Ronja calms down a little. With the mood she is in right now, she just might end up creating a funeral pyre of her own making to honour her sister's memory.'']

To be continued...

End of Chapter 19

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Author Notes:

Next chapter will be about Sigrun's and Ronja's funeral. 

Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me, the Author. :)