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):

Asuma's Funeral- Naruto

P.S. I honestly had a lump in my throat  I watched the two Episodes where this Character died  :(

Author Warning, Notes:

This symbol (*) means that there's something written about this particular paragraph in the Ending Author's Notes.

Viewpoint Signs:

***MS*** (movie scene)

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

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

Author Note(s):

My grandma's funeral happened at the beginning of this year. This is the Memorial Message I wrote myself, and my sister read to the relations (and friends)

'The Message'

We once walked the same path, every taken step leaving footprints

In time those prints fade, disappear

The same may happen to many lived childhood and early adulthood memories

You were always so welcoming and happy when we came to visit

Our paths are now divided, one of us continues to walk the long path of life

hoping she will remember even a few of the precious, wonderful

moments I got to spend with you

Grandma, I shall remember you with warmth and love

Maija

...

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Chapter 20 Of Memorials and The 'Send- Off'

'' Could it be that Odin himself was giving you those vibes, dad? It's becoming an all too familiar occurrence to not know which decisions are made by our own free will,'' I thought out loud, rubbing a hand across my temples in frustration and barely hidden distress.

'' With everything that happened recently I wouldn't be surprised, and it was only six full moons before you disappeared in that forest,'' dad answered, looking at me with just as much hidden distress before hugging me close.

'' I'm starting to think Odin is the one Loki: ing us more than the 'God of Pranks' himself,'' I groaned out, rubbing Anca's nose when she gave a sad whine and nudged my chest.

I glanced around at my friends and two cousins who were all looking at us with deep sorrow in their eyes.

'' The part where you argued with your father was actually something I imagined would happen,'' Ruffnut sighed, her voice quiet and sad.

'' Yeah, the anger,'' Tuffnut muttered.

'' The verbal lashing out,'' Ruffnut added.

'' Was like us back there at the Great Hall. You and Sonja were really close,'' the two added in unison.

I swallowed hard, running a hand over my temples again.

'' It's... it's a good thing you did hide the key from me, as I really was in the mind to discard of the clothing despite what you said, dad.''

'' Of course, you would have! You were always so stubborn, my dear girl,'' my dad answered with a somewhat emotional laugh.

'' YOUR STILL STUBBORN, RONJA!''

My dad and I jumped at the immediate background chorus from most of the people I had been often acquainted with during the past months.

'' Oh thank you all for summing that up,'' I said with a faint hint of sarcasm in my voice, even as I started laughing with everyone else.

But I quickly sobered up again...

'' I-I still feel uncomfortable with the thought of wearing those clothes because mother gave us the choice to choose the ones we wanted. I chose the armour, shield and horn and Ronja chose the maiden-clothing. They rightfully belong to her.''

My father looked at me sadly and ran a hand through my hair.

I willingly leaned into his touch.

'' As I told you back then, it's all up to you whether you want to wear them one day.''(*1)

I swallowed thickly and turned my eyes to my cousin, Hiccup, and uncle Stoick who had very quickly sobered after the first initial moment of laughter.

Both were holding back their emotions the best they could but I could still see the turmoil in their eyes.

A sad tune filled the theatre again and our attention was diverted back to the widescreen.

***MS***

Klaus uttered a groan and dragged his shaking hands across his tired eyes.

This wasn't just a nightmare from which one could wake up, from. He was really going to have to 'Send Off' his wife and youngest child today.

'' C-could you stay here with Ronja while I take a shower, please? '' Klaus asked in a dulled voice, eyes lowered to his now lowered shaking hands. He swore inwardly when his voice managed to crack slightly as he spoke.

'' Of course, I'll stay, son,'' Aaro answered, nodding firmly as Klaus carefully scooted towards the end of the bed, not wanting to climb over his sleeping daughter.

''You can let Ronja sleep for maybe half an hour more until you need to wake her up. She washed her hair yesterday so she'll only have to take a small shower this morning, '' Klaus added as he walked back towards the door of the room.

Aaro nodded at his son, watching as he left the room before turning his attention to his granddaughter who had suddenly begun to show signs of distress.

She was whimpering and tossing slightly from side to side on the bed.

'' Oh, you poor child,'' Aaro thought as his ears picked up her sounds of distress.

He reached out to run his hand through the girls slightly sweat-dampened hair.

''AHHH!''

Aaro startled when his granddaughter suddenly cried out loudly and sprang bolt upright in bed, eyes wild and panicked, breathing uneasily as she clutched her hand to her chest (over her heart).

'' Ronja... shhh... its okay,'' Aaro tried to soothe her, rubbing a hand in soothing motions against her whitened knuckle.

''Grandpa,'' Ronja whimpered and leaned forward to circle her arms around his waist.

'' Did you have a scary dream about 'them' again?'' Aaro asked in a gentle voice.

Ronja's grip on his waist tightened a fraction.

'' I- I couldn't breathe, grandpa! But it wasn't me, it was them!''

'' Shhh, shhh...,'' Aaro gently shushed her again before pulling the slight girl closer as she started sniffling.

'' I- I miss t-them s-so m- much,'' Ronja whispered in a hoarse voice, face buried into his shirt.

'' We all miss them,'' Aaro sighed sadly as he rubbed her upper back soothingly; his own blue eyes watered.

''It's not fair! Why did that train have to catch fire? Why?'' Ronja moaned into her grandfather's shirt.

'' Life is not always fair, Ronja, as much as we would want it to be, '' Aaro sighed as he decided to pull the girl all the way to his lap.

She didn't protest at all. Instead, she willingly sought his familiar warmth.

Aaro tried to hide the frown that wanted to appear. He could clearly feel that his granddaughter was way too thin. He hoped her appetite would return soon before she became ill with the lack of nourishment.

'' I wish they were here,'' Ronja sighed, voice thick from tears.

'' So do I, Ronja,'' Aaro murmured, resting his chin on top her head.

'' So do I,'' he then repeated with a sad sigh.

Meanwhile...

Outside the door, Klaus was clenching his hands into fists; his fingernails were digging deep into his skin.

Klaus had gone into the other guest-room dressers to retrieve the comfortable but clothing according to the occasion.

He had been walking back across the hall when the sound of his daughter waking up with a loud, panicked cry had made him stop in his tracks.

He hated seeing his daughter this way!

He spent a moment to control the emotion to weep himself, Klaus finally withdrew from the door and made his way across the hall towards the bathroom to take his shower.

'' I hate seeing everyone so distressed,'' he thought.

'' I, too, very much wish Sigrun and Sonja were here with us.'''

Hours had passed...

Darkness had coloured the skies outside the house that was filled with relatives...

The day had been dedicated to the sad Viking-funeral, and the worshipping of the Norse Gods had been made evident in the decorations strewn in careful arrangements inside the house.

During those few times, Sigrun had attended a 'Christian Funeral', she had expressed her like for these particular elements.

Therefore, Klaus had allowed certain elements of a 'Finnish Funeral' (done the Christian way) to show in the Memorial. Like the 'Photos of the Fallen' scattered on tables (with candles) in different rooms, the flowers brought in by the relatives and the reading of the Memorial messages added into the flower-ribbons.

Of course, any messages going too deep into the Christian Worship were absolutely forbidden in the 'Memorial'.

This fact had been 'stressed' in the sent invitations!

Laughter and amusement had echoed from the rooms of the house that had been decorated with the many flower arrangements brought in by the arriving relatives invited to share these reflective moments of the 'Memorial'.

Of course, that laughter and moments of amusement were jaded with the mix of tears and weeping as many a tale had been recited of the two lost members of the 'Aho' family.

But now, with the darkening of the sky, the mood within the house had turned its colour.

The laughter of the many people within the house, either standing or sitting, had been silenced. The mood was now sombre as the people talked quietly in the company.

They were waiting, now, for the re-emergence of Klaus, Ronja, Aaro and Airi who had excused themselves to another part of the house.

Clink, clink, clink

The sounds of footsteps made everyone turn to face the hallway.

A great gasp rose among the relatives as Klaus, Ronja, Aaro and Airi walked towards the living-room.

...

The same sort of gasp rose among the people inside the Cinema-theater, which almost made me utter a short laugh, despite the sadness of the atmosphere.

...

Klaus was wearing a light brown tunic (with swirls along the collar, the sleeves and the hem) under a leather vest, grey pants, metal shin guards, boots, belt and a black cloak with metal fastenings.

The sword strapped to his leather belt swayed slightly at his side as he walked.

And Ronja, she now wore a brown, corset leather armour with pauldrons and bracers over the plain white dress (with a modest pattern along the sleeves and the hem) she had been wearing throughout the evening.

Like her father, she wore a black cloak, but instead of a sword, she had two small axes strapped to the belt around her waist.

There were cries of amazement and wonder from almost all relatives.

Seeing the two members of the family adorned in such garbs brought into perspective that the child's mother had indeed been born to a different era.

And that these pieces of armour, somewhat worn from use but still very much intact, had once been used by Sigrun when she had been about her daughter's age.

Clothes made in that era had been made with care and with attention to detail, as well as made to last a very long time.

Perhaps even to the next generation.

Ronja was certainly wearing it proudly with her head held high, despite the armour being ill-fitting on her greatly reduced physical figure.

There were quiet sounds of awe and many quiet whispers around the room as the two walked further into the room, followed by Ronja's grandparents.

Airi was holding two unlit torches, whilst Aaro carried two bows in his hands and a pair of quivers with arrows on his back.

***WPov.***

'' Oh it's been years since I've seen that armour being worn!'' Stoick exclaimed reverently, eyes glinting with unshed tears and emotion dripping from his tongue.

'' It was a gift to Sigrun for her twelfth birthday.''

''One which my father and I were given the honour of making for the daughter of the chief,'' Gobber put in loudly, with a proud smile to his face.

'' It seems it's been kept well over the years. But I gotta say, Ronja, you are much smaller than Sigrun was at the age of twelve.''

'' Gobber, we are all very aware that I'm short. In fact, I feel like a midget compared to all you Vikings, especially my uncle,'' I said sarcastically.

'' And to make it more profound, I won't be getting much taller than this if my 'growth curve' is correct.''

'' WHAT?! YOU WON'T GET MUCH TALLER THAN THIS?''

I cringed at Spitelout's booming tone of voice.

'' You'll be RUNT-SIZED, then,'' Spitelout continued with a tone of half-disbelief.

'' Well that was an insult if I've ever heard one,'' I thought, scrunching my nose up at the man's words and tone of voice.

I couldn't help but feel satisfaction when Spitelout's reproachful words earned him many a glare from those around him. And his wife gave him a hearty, outraged slap on the back of his head.

'' OUCH! WOMAN, WILL YOU STOP THAT?!''

''For a women, it DOESN'T really matter what height she is as long as she can defend herself and others! And bare an heir to the clan!'' she berated between each hardy slap to his head.

'' Taivas (my god)! Let's not get into that topic, again!'' my father cried out in a somewhat exasperated tone.

I blushed red as I turned to stare into Snotlout's widened eyes as he mumbled,'' Mom, must you bring up this topic again?''

I could hear slight amusement issuing from the mouths of the others around us, courtesy of the other teens.

Likely for the embarrassed flush on the cheeks of Snotlout and I.

That was until the melancholy music picked up again, and the scene changed on the screen.

***WPov.***

Night had fallen, but a faint light from the moon was reflecting from the surface of the lake that was frozen over but with no snow in sight...

The light illuminated the outlines of a small boat set adrift towards the middle of the lake (with a long rope keeping it from drifting too far).

The boat was a fraction the size of a normal sized Viking boat, and it had been built for Ronja's and Sonja's sixth birthday by their parents, Klaus and Sigrun.

It had been a source of fun for the twins for many a year, but when Klaus had brought up the topic of it being one of the objects to be burnt in memory of their relations, Ronja had not fought against the idea.

For just looking at it had reminded her of the joyful days she and Sonja had played with it under their parents' supervision.

The thought of keeping the boat had been too painful for her to bare.

...

'' Sigrun... my love and my best friend, I wish we had been able to spend a longer lifetime together as a married couple. And Sonja, my sweet, lively and smart little girl; you made me so proud. (sigh) I believe in the future, if you had been granted the chance to live your life, you would have become something great.''

Ronja gave a choked sort of noise and tightened her hold on her bow.

She was standing by her father's side at the water's edge (though at this time it was still entirely iced over) holding an arrow already fitted onto the bow-string as she waited for the moment her grandmother was to step forward with the oil flask.

She would dip her arrowhead in the oil, and grandpa would step forward with the lit, blazing torch which he would hold against the arrowhead, lighting it up.

Her father was holding his bow in a similar manner as he recited his last words to his family.

'' I shall treasure the precious memories of your smiles and laughter until it's time for me to join you both in the afterlife.''

He turned to Ronja who was looking up at him with pain in her myriad shaded eyes.

'' Do we make the 'final send-off' together, Ronja?''

'' NO! Not... not yet, dad!''

All the relatives of the 'Send-off' crowd standing under the darkened evening sky remained silent as they turned their attention to the young girl standing there beside her father.

She looked nervous, her expression partly noticeable in the faint gloom of the two blazing torches held in her grandparents' hands.

'' Before we... send my mother and Sonja... off..., I have something I wish to say,'' Ronja spoke calmly, with a new spark in her eyes that hadn't been present since before the tragedy that had changed the life of her father and herself.

Whispers could be heard within the 'send-off group'; this was the first time Ronja had willingly decided to speak up that day (not including the cordial welcomings to the house earlier that day).

'' M-mom, I... I love you so much. I- I wish you hadn't 'gone away', '' Ronja started to say, shakily at first until she became more deficient in putting her words across.

'' You, and Sonja, had always been so supportive of me, but while you both loved me, neither of you had held back in telling me I needed to focus on my academics. But alas, I only took your advice to heart at a time my actions very nearly ruined my sisterly relationship with Sonja.''

There was another pause as Ronja cleared her throat to rid herself from the emotions that had begun to choke her up.

'' Back during our last Snoggletog together, when you told Sonja and me of your past and your relations, you also made me promise something of importance. You made me promise to strive to be a trustworthy, dependable and supportive older sister to Sonja. The kind of person your older brother, Stoick, had been towards you, mother. I tried to become what I promised you, but then I lost you both.

A choked sound escaped Ronja's lips and she took a moment to recollect her emotions.

'' And Gods, Sonja, you were always there for me! You were that trustworthy, dependable and supportive character I sorely lacked. Even when I acted unsensible, you helped me out of trouble in school so many times. ''

Ronja pressed the back of her hand ( the same one she kept firmly around the strung bow) against her chest, over her heart.

'' I certainly did nothing to warrant, nor earn such care from my sister. Sonja, you were willing to one day give me full forgiveness following the biggest mistake of my life that was to estrange myself from you. I'd assumed we had years to fully patch up our fractured bonds. But instead, life took you and mom away in a split instance. ''

There were quiet sounds of weeping in the background from some of those members of the send-off company listening intently to the first ever speech Ronja had recited that day.

...

I thought I heard weeping from some of the viewers in the background.

And as for myself, my chest felt painfully tight and I couldn't control the constant tears forming in my eyes, or stop them from sliding down my cheeks before dripping down onto my collar.

...

'' Its funny, that people say that it could take years to patch up a fractured friendship. I shouldn't have pushed you away, with the way I did. I... I promise you that from now on I shall strive to become the person you and mom wanted me to become. I shall focus less on building my skills in weapon training and more on my school-work.''

Ronja paused for a moment to gulp back the lump in her throat before croaking: ''I promise this because I know I shall remember my vow each time I look in the mirror. I shall remember it, because whenever I look in the mirror and see my reflection, I see you looking back at me, Sonja.''

She then finally turned to her father.

'' We can now... 'Send-them off', dad, '' she said with a firm nod.

Klaus let go of the bowstring for a moment to put his hand on his daughter's shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly as his daughter shuddered against him, choking back a sob.

'' I never loved you any less than I loved your sister; neither did Sigrun! Yes, sometimes you made Sigrun and I want to scold your ears off, and into submission for disrespect. But I know you have been trying so hard to change all that you used to be, and I'm so very proud of you for it, Ronja.''

Ronja choked back another sob and, for a moment, leaned against her father's side.

...

''I wish I could have shouted out loud, that I didn't deserve any of my dad's kind words. I wish I could have told him it should have been me on that boat to be sent-off, instead of my mother and sister. Why spare me and not them who would have been more deserving of the Gods pardon? Why them and not me, the quarrelsome child?'' I thought inwardly as I kept my eyes to the screen, despite the sounds of sniffles and throat clearings from my friends (and some others)

'' But then it would have opened up a part of myself which I really ain't keen to show my dad or any of the others,'' I thought as the scene continued.

...

''There do I see my father, my mother, and my brothers and my sisters. They bid me, to take my place among them in the Halls of Valhalla, where the brave shall live forever!''

Ronja's expression stayed completely neutral as she and her father recited the final send-off together in Ancient Norse.

Airi then stepped forward to hold the oil pot in front of her son and granddaughter who dipped their arrows into the oil, being careful not to submerge the wood into the oil.

Aaro then stepped forward with one of the blazing torches in hand.

The grandparents' tears were illuminated by the oil that 'sputtered' as it was quickly lit by the flames.

Ronja and Klaus nodded in thanks, turned and raised their bows at the same time, aiming towards the sky at an angle where the arrows would soar through the air and finally land on the oil-soaked boat deck.

Klaus and Ronja shared a glance before turning to face the boat resting on ice in the distance.

TWANGGGGG

As soon as the bow-strings were released the arrows shot forward straight and true, soaring across the air before falling...

Thunkkkkk

With barely audible thuds, the arrows struck the oiled deck and immediately a fire was lit on board.

The food (favourites of both individuals), equipment, clothing and important personal artefacts, set onto the deck of the boat (in a way that it would have been if the much-missed relations had been there lying on the deck of the boat) and the boat itself, were surrounded by the flames.

...

Ronja winced a little at the sight of the flames. She was reminded that fire had been the cause of her beloved relations death.

And these flames would burn almost every tangible reminder of what they had seen as precious to them.

...

Both Sonja's and Sigrun's diaries had been among the valuables, as well as the engagement and wedding ring the mother hadn't taken with her to Kaprun less they were to get lost during the moments of downhill skiing.

Her grandparents offered comforting pats on their shoulders before joining the other guests sitting on the seats of the lean-to (with a campfire blazing in the middle to keep the guests warm during the cold winter atmosphere).

Ronja shuddered violently and slumped more heavily against her father's side as she felt a sudden wave of dizziness and fatigue sweep over her.

She looked up at her father with exhaustion in her eyes when she felt arms encircle her waist and pull her up onto his shoulders; her heels gently dangled against her father's chest as she was sat on his father's shoulders watching the flaming wooden boat out on the ice of the lake.

'' I don't want to just toss aside that promise I made to you on Snoggletog, mother, and to you, Sonja. If I ever meet someone who needs a sister figure I'll do my best to be there for that person.''

Klaus gave her daughter's knees a comforting squeeze, his blue eyes glistening from tears.

***WPov.***

''You were there for me, you know?! As a sister,'' Hiccup spoke up hoarsely.

I turned to look at him with solemn eyes.

'' You stuck by my side through thick and thin, so... thank you, 'Ro'.''

'' Your welcome, Hiccup. I've... been trying to hold to the promise the best I could even with all those bad times we've both experienced,'' I sighed, giving an apologetic glance to my uncle for bringing up, albeit unmentioned, the fiasco with the befriending of dragons and the aftermath of the Kill-ring incident.

Stoick only sighed at my words before giving me an acknowledging nod.

'' Your family did make a fitting Funeral to honour the departure of my younger sister and niece, though I wasn't expecting elements from an entirely different religion. But I didn't find those elements disrespectful to ' Our Gods'. 

He sighed.

'' I wish I could have met Sonja. She seemed a very amiable, kind, smart and loyal person. And I wish I could have been given the chance to talk to Sigrun again, but alas it isn't to be. Hopefully, when my time finally comes to leave Midgard, I shall be reunited with Sigrun in Valhalla. And to finally be able to introduce myself to my other niece.''

Hiccup uttered a slight gasp and snapped his head in his father's direction, his eyes holding slight worry as he put a hand on his father's arm

Stoick patted his son on the shoulder.

'' No fear, son, I have no intention of dying any time soon,'' he assured Hiccup who looked slightly less worried as he released the hold on his father's arm.

'' If I had known I'd be meeting my brother-in-law here today I'd have brought the notebooks with the letters assigned from Sigrun to you, Stoick.''

Stoick turned to look at his brother-in-law in immense surprise, which could clearly be read on his bearded face.

'' Letters from Sigrun?! To me?!''

'' Yes, and while those letters have been written in Notebooks like one would write a diary, those words are meant for you to read. I had seen her sit writing these messages for hours in our bedroom, but I never asked what she wrote in those private letters.''

'' Probably something along the lines of: 'I have gotten married to an amiable, kind man who loves his wife. And I became a mother to twin girls whom he loves just as dearly,'' Stoick answered with a slight laugh which, of course, drew amused reactions from the others inside the vast room, too.

Even my father and I laughed along with everyone, albeit with a sorrowful glint to our eyes.

Then the images on screen began moving once more...

***MS***

DEAR DIARY... [the volume was turned louder again to catch everyone's attention]

To be continued...

End of Chapter 20

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Author Note(s):

(*1) Hmm... that'll be a plot happening far in the future when I write the 'Race to the Edge- series. :)

P.S. And with that, I must go MIA again (when it comes to updating this fanfic) for the next 3 months. Sorry!