How To Train Your Dragon- From One World To Another, And Yet I'm Home  

Disclaimer:

'How To Train Your Dragon' Franchise 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.

The Harry Potter Franchise is Copyrighted by J.K Rowling and Warner Bros.

Author Warning:

This Chapter overshadows a small smidgen of my own OC-character's future story-events. It also holds some spoilers for How to Train Your Dragon 2.

To those who have YET to see the second film and don't want to read any spoilers, enter this story with caution.

P.S. This symbol (*) and a number in the middle tell that there is something written in the Ending Author's Note about the said paragraph.

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Filler Chapter III

After a moment she then gave Ronja a reassuring look before asking,'' So, what good qualities does Ronja possess, opposed to the faults you have already enlightened me with?'' 

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'' Well, I do hope to think that Ronja's good qualities are that she is very loyal. Once trust is made it'll be difficult to severe. She would ignore small moments of insult and derisiveness in the family, friendship and ally circle; hoping that the next day would bring forth an apology from that said person. If not, she would make an effort to just keep the upset deep within her and not allow it to show. But upon moments where the acts of another person are severe enough for the trust to be severed, it will take time and effort for others to mend it; as well as a great deal of effort on Ronja's part as well. This can also be thought of as another fault, as 'Ronja' isn't one to throw the 'I'm sorry' card around if the other is at fault, but won't admit it to her.'' 

Ronja finished her explanation with a light shrug of her shoulders.

Claire nodded her head even as the Quick Quotes Quill flitted over the parchment.

'' And if she is at fault?'' she asked meaningfully.

'' If Ronja does recognize herself to be fully at fault, she readily gives the 'I'm sorry card'. She can never forget the time when she didn't recognize her own faults and had wasted so much time before seeking forgiveness.''

Claire looked down at the quill, seemingly lost in thought even as Ronja's swallowed to rid herself of the annoying lump that had risen in her throat once more.

'' Ronja would do anything remotely possible to assure that the people and dragons she cares about are safe and healthy. Even to the point where she would be keeping information from them if it meant that she could keep them safe from 'themselves'.''

'' The Dragon- eyes! Back in the Wizarding World, your story came to a halt right in the middle of your friends listening to your father reading that letter you had written for everybody,'' Claire commented with a faint gasp.

'' That is one epic moment where Ronja did keep secrets from her allies, friends and family,'' Ronja said with a sad smile.

'' But there was another epic moment of secret keeping years earlier.''

'' The secret you kept that involved your hereditary,'' Claire murmured.

Ronja nodded her head and said,'' As well as the 'huge secret' that Hiccup and I were both keeping from the entire population of Berk.''

'' The few weeks you and Hiccup were keeping Toothless and Anca a secret from everyone,'' Claire said with a nod of understanding.

Ronja nodded at Claire before looking down at her stomach where she could spot the tiny vibrations of her child who wasn't kicking as of now but was instead of changing positions by the look and feel of it.

'' Hmmm... anything else you'd like to tell the viewers about your good qualities?''

'' Ronja holds great love for her husband of almost two years, despite having to occasionally chastise him for acting nonsensically. But it's not like she herself hadn't been given the chastising treatment over the years; and for a good reason,'' Ronja commented with a rueful grin to her lips.

'' She also loves her family members and friends (in a different way, of course), and she holds great regard for the people who are the allies to the people of Berk. Like with her family and friends, she would do anything to keep those bonds from being destroyed by any mutual enemies.''

'' Oh Merlin,'' Claire spoke softly, blue eyes glistening with what looked like tears.

'' And my cousin, Hiccup, was all too willing to sacrifice himself for the good-cause of others.''

'' And didn't you?'' Claire asked sharply, indicating the artificial limb poking out from underneath the long, brown dress.

Ronja sighed, leaning forward to touch the palm of her hand against the said limb. She knew she wouldn't be able to feel the touch of her own hand against the leg.

'' Yes, your right, Claire. I couldn't see another way for... Hiccup, Toothless and I to get out of that Secret Dragon Hunter Base. I just wish that the 'traitor' hadn't died in the end; despite the premonition that a traitor always dies.''

'' The traitor?'' Will someone die? Who exactly is the traitor you spoke of, and why had that person turned into a traitor? '' Claire asked, eyes widening in shock.

'' Perhaps you'll find out eventually,'' Ronja answered with a cryptic smirk to her lips, but with eyes holding a hint of sadness.

Claire stared at Ronja with wide eyes as the other woman pulled the dress hem over her legs again and straightened her back.

'' Is there anything else you would like to say about yourself? Anything concerning the positivism of your character?'' Claire asked, expression softening again.

'' Well, my friends, family and I discovered a long time ago that I do well with kids; even those with hyper activeness bordering on maddening.''

'' Cough- Gustave- cough,'' Ronja thought inwardly as Claire chuckled lightly at her answer.

'' If Fishlegs was the one with the patience and want to teach the kids of Berk about dragons, then I was the one with the patience to teach the children the fine rules to the Maces and Talons Games.''

Ronja gave a giggle, before continuing,'' I even overheard Fishlegs talking about this very topic to Hiccup and Snotlout that one evening about six months before my wedding day. I almost burst out into uproarious laughter then and there when Fishlegs said, and I quote,'' It ain't that much of a surprise that Ronja could put up with young kids when she has to deal with the antics of her betrothed and the Twins on a daily basis.''

'' HAH, HAH, HAH!''

Ronja was quite satisfied to bring the young witch to the point of bursting into helpless laughter.

'' Snotlout sure didn't find his words all that amusing but Hiccup couldn't hold back his laughter. Anyway, apparently, I have the patience of a 'saint' when it comes to teaching the details of the game I enjoy playing very much.'' Ronja quickly finished in a louder voice so as to be heard over the chiming laughter from Ms Skeeter.

'' Unlike Viggo Grimborn, apparently,'' Claire finally managed to hiccup, even as she wiped a hand over her eyes that had teared up from laughter.

'' Excuse me, what?!'' Ronja blurted out with a giggle, though her expression showed an ample amount of confusion.

'' Odin didn't show me just your side of the story through the Pensieve.''

Ronja's myriad shaded eyes widened in shock.

'' Judging from your reaction you are well aware what a Pensieve is and what its used for?!''

'' It's a magical device that can sweep a person inside to see moments of a person's life like she, or he, were in there amongst them,'' Ronja spoke in a hushed tone of voice.

'' And because Odin is a God, he would have been able to witness most things that had happened here in this dimension, and thus transfer all that he has witnessed to the knowledge of others,'' Claire added quietly.

'' Like Professor Dumbledore used the Pensieve to show Harry Potter important memories of the past,'' Ronja thought weakly and brushed a hand over her temple a bit nervously until she became aware of Clare watching her countenance carefully.

'' So, what exactly was that moment in the past with Viggo; that neither Snotlout, Hiccup, Astrid, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and I witnessed?'' Ronja asked her countenance brightening after a moment of looking down at the lace tablecloth.

'' Quoting what Krogan said to Viggo on Dragon Edge,'' why kill pieces of marble when you can kill people,'' Claire said with a rueful smirk to her lips.

'' And how did Viggo respond to that answer?'' Ronja asked with a somewhat amused expression to her lips.

'' Quoting Viggo Grimborn,'' explaining that would take more time than I have the patience for,'' Claire answered with a playfully sarcastic voice.

'' Hmmm... I'd much rather kill marble any day, and Wizards chess would do really well for that,'' Ronja answered with a giggle before her expression hardened somewhat.

'' Unless of course it was Krogan's thick skull that I'd have the opportunity to 'bash in'. ''

'' Ewww! Isn't that a nice imagination,'' Claire retorted with a noticeable wince to her countenance.

'' I'm not normally so vindictive towards another person, but after what both Krogan and Johann put me through on Secret Hunter Island, I have no qualms towards a bit of payback if I ever come face to face with either of them,'' Ronja answered with such conviction in her hard voice that it had shivers going down Claire's back.

'' A-and what of Viggo Grimborn?'' Claire asked with a slightly shaky voice.

'' Compared to those other two, Viggo's presence was... tolerable,'' Ronja answered, being purposefully vague.

'' If the Wizarding World newspaper really hasn't published further than what happened out there at the Northern Markets, then why not continue keeping the Witches and Wizards in the dark until the terms to the release of the Fanfiction Column and the to-be book-series have been settled into a satisfactory terms for Berk and all our allies; as well as the Wizarding World,'' she thought inwardly before snapping to attention at the expression of strife on Claire's face.

'' If you were able to find the presence of Viggo Grimborn tolerable t- then I cannot even imagine what Krogan and Johann did to you on that Island,'' Claire whispered in a tone that suggested she was close to tears.

'' Perhaps you'll find out eventually. But Claire, I got out of there in the end,'' Ronja spoke softly, leaning forward to put a hand over the witch's hand that had turned white from the force she had used in clenching her fist.

When she finally looked up, Ronja could see the tears glistening in the younger woman's eyes.

'' Is there... is there anything else you would like to mention of your good qualities?'' Claire croaked out before clearing her throat.

'' I cannot think of anything else worth mentioning,'' Ronja answered solemnly, sighing again.

'' Then let's move on to other questions, shall we? What is Ronja's weapon, or weapons of choice?''

'' I'd just like to add, that Ronja tended to be quite clumsy and would often find herself with bruised knees from having knocked them against different hard surfaces; or just tripped over her own feet when she wasn't watching where she was going. But oddly enough it never happened amidst a serious run in with enemies. As for Ronja's weapons of choice, she preferred using daggers, but she used a thrust- sword (that is a thinner, lighter sword than those swords used for slashing) as a second primary weapon. She can throw, and use, an axe in close-combat when necessary. But she doesn't refer to it as her primary weapon of choice because of its heaviness. And her own small stature would have been a hindrance.''

Ronja sipped at her mug of English herbal tea.

'' Hmmm... well, would you mind me asking more about you on different topics?''

'' Not at all,'' Ronja answered after setting down her steaming mug.

'' Good, then I shall continue. What made 'Ronja' feel peeved on Berk?''

'' Well, for one fact, she was shoved into another world a time when she had been just a month away from her 13th birthday. At the time, her thoughts were,'' It had been too unexpected and not at all welcome.''

Ronja lifted the mug up to her lips to take a small sip before continuing.

''And what sane sort of person would purposefully want to be taken to another world without their consent?''

Claire Skeeter coughs uncomfortably, but the younger woman gives her a comforting, kind smile.

'' I wasn't referring to you at all, Claire. I'm glad it was your own choice to have Odin transport you here to seek an audience with me instead of him just taking you along. But going back to the question you asked me, 'Ronja' was aware that 'mum' had been heartbroken over losing her family for a very long time until she came to accept that she had to become apart of a new world. Therefore it had been such a heart- wrenching thought to 'Ronja' that she had been taken to this world without a promise that she would see her beloved father again. 

Ronja grimaced at that certain memory before saying,'' Not to mention, Odin had committed a very unfair course of action that affected both her father and 'herself'. The family had already lost mum, and Sonja, barely five months ago. Therefore, with 'Ronja's' new home being Berk, dad had basically lost another family member to an unexpected circumstance.''

'' Merlin! Would you mind telling us more?'' Claire exclaimed with sadness in her eyes.

She was very aware of how the loss could affect people. Not a day had gone past without there being new headlines in the Daily Profit of Muggles being killed by Voldemort's supporters during the second Wizardly World War. But Ronja hadn't lost her mother, and sister because a madman had wanted them dead. And it hadn't been through sabotage. It had happened due to an unfortunate accident. An accident that had not only taken away Sigrun and Sonja Aho but hundreds of other unfortunate Muggles.

'' Not really, no. What made 'Ronja's' hurt fester even deeper was the truth that even on Berk she had to act. She had to make it seem like she didn't have family on the island. And the reason is that she carried no seeable proof that she was related to a prestigious family-line. Telling anyone on Berk, even Hiccup, would have made 'Thor's Mighty Hammer' fall on 'our' heads to end her life,'' Ronja answered with a sigh.

'' Do you mean literally or metaphorically?'' Claire asked, raising an eyebrow at the older woman's words.

''Hah hah hah! It was a figure of speech, actually, but there was a hint of truth in it. There were Viking Villages out there in the Archipelago that had heard of Sigrun Ingrid Haddock, and their chiefs would have probably questioned whether 'Ronja's' claims to be related to the chief of Berk was just a ploy to gain favour from Stoick the Vast. That 'she' had dangerous ulterior motives?! That 'she' was a dangerous impostor bent on slithering my way into his household. 'She' could have been banished from the island of Berk, or in the worst case scenario, executed for treason.''

'' That must have been very difficult for your younger self?!'' Ms Skeeter commented in a sombre tone.

''Oh, it was. All that secrecy had been going on for more than 12 months, still making 'Ronja' very much a loner, and 'her' heart was deeply wearied from having to keep such secrets from not only those who weren't related to 'her' but also from family. But 'she' couldn't afford to let these secrets out. And the weariness of the heart was only amplified through seeing her cousin being treated like a village pariah, despite the fact that Hiccup had some seriously masterful ideas that just begged to be noticed. And yet everyone treated him like he was is going to wreck every building on Berk with his inventions. ''

Ronja took another calming sip of the tea in the heat changing mug that Claire had transfigured into a 'heat-changing English' teacup. It had images of Dinosaurs decorating both sides.

''True, there have been occasions when Hiccup's invention- tests had gone badly haywire and blown things up or caused other massive property damages. But all of it had been simply an unfortunate accident through Hiccup wanting to prove himself; to become a part of the tribe's community. He tried so hard to fit in and yet he was seen as the runt, the mistake, the disappointment and 'thorn in the side' of not only the villagers but his own father as well. In 'Ronja's' thoughts she often wondered, how Stoick the Vast could not see the absolute brilliance of his son's mind? It saddened 'her' to see such a rift between two people who are family.''

Ronja took a spoonful of the half-eaten pudding sitting on her plate. She spoke nothing until she had finished chewing and swallowing.

'' 'Ronja' tried to be there for cousin Hiccup as often as 'she' could, but 'she' couldn't be with him every second of every day. But when 'she' did get to see him 'she' always made genuine effort to listen to his frustrated rants about his father and the other villagers; followed by his explanations on his latest inventions which were actually very interesting. 'Ronja' also made an effort to help out with the woodwork on his inventions, since 'she' isn't the greatest when it comes to drawing. And 'I' still ain't! But even at that age, I could whittle against wood just as well as Hiccup was able to draw on paper and build his inventions.''

The older woman took another spoonful of the jello-like morsel, and the reporter waited until she was finished.

'' And what else made 'Ronja' peeved? I'm sure there were other matters, too.''

''Another thing that made 'her' peeved were the kids near her age. Mainly Fishlegs, Ruffnut and Tuffnut; or the ones who were older, like Snotlout and Astrid. Sure, 'Ronja' did get along well enough with them due to the fact that 'she' wasn't seen as a weakling in their eyes. Not that 'she' was much taller than Hiccup. 'Ronja' was Astrid's height, I guess, but not as strong as her. And yet 'Ronja' was still noticed through 'her' prowess in weapon-use and from not 'goofing off' during the days of the raids when 'she' was in the fire-brigade.''

Ronja took a small sip of tea before setting it down on the table with a small sigh.

''And yet, 'Ronja' found no satisfaction over being noticed by the other teens because 'she' worried over how Hiccup was being treated by the lot of them. Sure, Snotlout, Tuffnut, and Ruffnut didn't physically bully him all that much (with him being the chief's son) but cruel words can cut as deeply as blades and cause emotional damage. Same could be said about being treated as if he wasn't worth talking to; like it was with Fishlegs and Astrid.''

Ronja clenched her fists.

''And when the other teens didn't have the courtesy to even attempt to listen to her opinions on Hiccup, it riled 'Ronja' up big time. ''

She clenched her fists tighter for a moment.

'' And it still riles me up to this when I think back to those snippets of the past,'' Ronja almost spat out, which had Claire give a shudder at the fierce scowl that had taken over the Viking's countenance.

''All of them had the exact same opinion of him as does the rest of the 'damn village'! Even Fishlegs saw Hiccup as the 'village loser', even though in the beginning he had seemed like the kind of person 'Ronja' had thought she could get through to with words. But Fishlegs was too afraid of becoming another target of ridicule to the other teens. ''

She clenched her fists even tighter before finally allowing them to slacken.

''Nevertheless, he was a shy, but an amiable boy whenever he was in my presence. In fact, now that I think back on those days, Fishlegs may have even had a 'crush' on me. But while I did have great regard for him, he wasn't the one I held regards in romantic-terms.''

Ronja allowed a small, pleasant laugh at that recollection.

'' And what of the Twins? What did 'Ronja' think of them?''

'' Ruffnut and Tuffnut, eh?! I think 'Ronja' felt she had just about enough with their constant pranking of her whenever she was spent time with Hiccup. One of her many thoughts, in regards of them, was, ''one of these days I'm gonna teach those two a lesson they will not forget!''

Ronja gave another pleasant laugh.

'' But 'Ronja' also saw them as rather 'okay' people whenever she had conversations with them; albeit their topics of conversation tended to be rather on the crazy side. But the Twins were civil to her whenever they weren't planning to prank her. And... well, because the two were, and are twins, it had rather unwanted nostalgia to bubble up to the surface every now and then. The way Ruffnut and Tuffnut finished each other's sentences reminded 'her' of how Sonja and she had been like before she was... lost.''

Ronja brushed away a small tear that suddenly appeared in the corners of her eyes.

'' It was sometimes difficult for 'Ronja' to be in presence of Ruffnut and Tuffnut when some of their 'twin- sibling acts' reminded her of the lost sibling bond with Sonja. It hadn't been that long since mother, and Sonja died in Austria, after all.''

Ronja gave a sad sigh and lifted her mug to her lips. The reporter waited until she had taken a sip of the tea before asking a new question.

'' And what did you think of Astrid Hofferson?''

'' For example,'' Oh, for the love of Odin! She thinks she is such a big-shot warrior who'll get her chance to kill dragons in the near future. Oh, she thinks of herself as the epitome of a shield-maiden with her tall, muscular form, flaxen hair, bright blue eyes and able weapon-knowledge! Why is she always so cold to me whenever I attempt to have more than just a brief conversation with her?! Gods, why does she keep shutting me down and hurrying off to do something else she finds more important?!'' Ronja quoted with a sarcastically high voice that sounded, in her ears, like a failed echo to her younger self's voice back in those days.

She then gave another sigh before speaking again.

''Nevertheless, she may have had a softer side in her, too, but she just didn't show it to 'Ronja' until later on.''

'' Ah, I see. But I do wonder how Astrid would think of that particular response.''

'' I'm pretty sure they were aware of how my younger- self-felt in moments whenever she witnessed Snotlout, Ruffnut and Tuffnut bullying Hiccup; or whenever Fishlegs ignored my cousin. Or when Astrid just brushed past us both in a hurry to get to what she saw as important. I could never quite hide the very disgruntled expression on my face; and I didn't want to, as they certainly had no qualms about showing that side to them regarding Hiccup.''

'' Then that brings up and interesting point. If you didn't hold Snotlout in high-regards because of him bullying Hiccup, then why did you ever learn to have higher regards for him?''

''Snotlout is, well, he is a Jorgenson! Like his father, he tended to (and still does sometimes) charge around the village boasting about his achievements. And yes, Snotlout was brash, loud and obnoxiously boastful (which he still is sometimes). ''

Ronja gave a small laugh at the reminder of her husband's quirks, before taking a small sip of her drink.

''But 'Ronja' deducted it to have been mainly because of Snotlout's outer exterior and manners, that had the unfortunate effect of having Astrid rebel his attempts at getting closer to her.''

Ronja rolled her eyes to the ceiling, but with a smile to her lips.

'' But a few weeks before 'Ronja's' first Thawfest Games Festival, she discovered that underneath all that unrefined demeanour Snotlout was a real 'softie'. That day she witnessed him actually cry had been an eye-opener to another side of his character.''

Ronja grimaced at the said memory.

''It happened on a day following an almost brutal training regimen his father had put on Snotlout's shoulders. It was the only time 'I' had seen Snotlout barely able to move at all because his legs and his arms had been aching so badly. I stayed there with him to help him soak his hurting body in the cool lake,'' Ronja sighed, dropping the 'third person' as she put emphasis on her words.

'' I sat on the edge of the bank with my hands braced firmly on nearby rocks while he maintained his grip on my knees to keep himself above water. And afterwards, the exhausted Jorgenson had actually allowed me to carry him closer to the village on piggy-back before he abruptly slid off and stumbled back towards his own home. ''

Ronja brushed a small tear from the corners of her eyes before cutting another spoonful of the Jello- like pudding sitting on her plate.

'' It's sad really, that Snotlout is forced to act in certain ways due to his father's demands of him to be a tough, unbreakable Viking that doesn't show pain or fear to his opponents; no matter the situation. I know what it's like to close myself from all disabling emotions, to show nothing of the pain, despair, sadness, or even happiness and joy that lingered underneath the outer exterior. For a time its soothing, but if you allow that cold exterior to linger for too long a time you pay the price by losing the friendship bonds you've made. Because those people start to feel that you don't care, or ain't interested in anything they have to say.''

Ronja took the last sip of her almost finished tea and sat the cup down on the table. The cup was magically refilled with tea that Claire instantly transfigured into cold water. 

Ronja gave the Skeeter woman a smile of thanks.

'' It made 'me' angry to see both Stoick the Vast and Spitelout Jorgenson treat their children unjustly, and cause them emotional turmoil.''

The Skeeter woman 'hummed' quietly in understanding even as her 'Quick Quotes quill' continued flicking through the parchment.

'' Do you have anything else you want to say about what made 'Ronja' peeved?

'' A quite meaningless reason compared to the others above, but it made 'Ronja' peeved that Snotlout kept flirting with Astrid. And he flirted with her all the time! I mean come on, the girl was clearly not interested in him and yet he didn't give up. I kept telling myself that it shouldn't matter that he doesn't notice 'me', or see how much 'I' wanted him to be 'himself' for 'me', and not Astrid. To someone like 'me' who wasn't as pretty as the girl, he kept flirting with! The girl who didn't have the elegant, smooth sloped nose bridge! Yes, 'I' knew 'I' was being petty for expecting that of Snotlout, but Ronja couldn't deny the 'crush' that had started to form that day he had allowed that boastful mask to fall.''

Ronja rubbed a hand over the back of her head in slight agitation.

'' 'Ronja paid attention to him, you know?! She paid attention to his words when he gave her instructions during the days of training, and during the short moments of rest (that Spitelout allowed us to take) when they chattered to each other anything that didn't involve training; and yet Snotlout seemed entirely blind to the fact that there was a girl who wasn't pushing away his given attention. For months 'Ronja' wondered how she could possibly become anything but a friend to the guy when he seemed so oblivious as to what was in front of his eyes.''

'' But Snotlout did notice you eventually, didn't he?'' Claire asked, rolling her eyes towards the ceiling.

Ronja chuckled at the Witch's expression, she could guess what she was thinking.

'' Men, they can be so oblivious!'' she thought to herself.

'' Oh, he did notice, but alas it happened during one of our training days; only a day before early morning Dragon raid that changed the lives of the people on Berk forever,'' she then spoke out loud.

Claire gave a sigh and smacked her palm against her face lightly.

'' Knowing what occurred during that raid and the aftermath of it, it was inevitable that the sudden bond you two had managed to form just a day earlier would turn sour.''

'' Definitely, and yet it wasn't just his fault that we estranged from the formed affections.,'' Ronja answered, smiling ruefully at the reminder of the aftermath of that particular raid.

'' And I take it, that with the 'other dimensions' thing you can't comment more on the matter as of yet?!'' Claire commented, shaking her head slightly in exasperated thoughts to how men could sometimes be so maddening.

'' No, I'm afraid not, '' Ronja answered with an amused grin, and the two lapsed into a long but comfortable silence for as long as it took for the blond-haired witch to finish sipping her tea and polish off her own plate of pudding.

Once they were both done, Claire looked up at the person she was interviewing.

'' Alright, we have now covered most of the interview. I would still like to ask questions on other matters if you don't mind?!''

Ronja shook her head in answer.

'' Then, would you be so kind as to tell me what 'Ronja's' style was in terms of clothing?''

'' Well, Ronja's style (or used to be before Mrs Thorston made her the black tunic that looked like dragon-scales), of wear are leather overall- skirts worn over a linen under-tunic and over-tunic. The undertunic and over- tunic were sleeveless during the warmer summer climate, and with quarter- length sleeves during colder climates. 'Ronja' wore full-length sleeves during the days of winter.''

Claire Skeeter hummed in an answer as the quill flited over the long parchment on top of the table.

'' 'Ronja' also liked wearing black linen leggings, albeit Mrs Thorston did make her leggings of reddish-brown colour that she liked just as well. Ronja's style also included sturdy black and grey boots, dark- brown leather belt that held several hoops to strap up daggers (three on both sides) and her sword, to her hips. Ronja did carry a few extra daggers in 'her' boots, too.''

''And what was ' Ronja's' favourite colour (s)?''

'' 'Ronja's' favourite colours were black, grey, silver, dark blue, forest green and dark brown (almost black). Usually, she blended darker colours with those that were a bit brighter (if you can call them that), of colour. She liked darker colours because sometimes she liked to blend into the shadows during nights.''

Ronja grinned. 

''I still do like to blend into the shadows every now and then.''

Claire Skeeter chuckled at the other's answer before asking,'' What was 'Ronja's'favourite food?''

'' 'Ronja's' favourite meal was easy-made fish-soup (with any kind of fish) boiled in yak-milk, butter, and different vegetables. She usually ate it with bread and cooked mushrooms (when they were in season). And her favourite dessert was (and still is) thin Finnish Crepe Pancakes with berry-jam. Mostly because they were so tasty; another reason being, that they were easy to make. Those crepe pancakes can also be eaten as savoury dishes.''

'' Hmm... those crepes sound very tasty,'' Claire commented with a thoughtful smile to her lips.

'' What was 'Ronja's' hobbies?''

'' 'Ronja's' hobbies included a lot of everyday activities like cleaning 'her' shed- hut that uncle Stoick had cleaned up for her use. Once a week she had to wash all her outer clothing. Albeit 'she' did wash her undergarments every two days. In Viking-society, we don't have the kind of underwear in the Modern Age.''

Claire and Ronja and both chuckled at the thought, even though the Witch's eyes had widened ever so slightly at the revelation that there was no underwear in this time-frame at all.

'' And now it isn't just my clothing that is washed, as such. It's not the Jorgenson way to have a man, once married, to wash clothing. But Snotlout compensates that flaw in the ways of his family with his talent in cooking grilled food. He makes delicious meat and fish (which he does cook better than I do, actually) and I believe it's one of the few semi- girlish occupations that my father-in-law doesn't take offence to when it involves his son. Well, he did take offence when he first discovered him grilling meat, but after my dad explained to him that grilling was always his occupation at home, and at the summer house he became less opposed to the idea.''

The two women found themselves laughing again for a long moment.

'' Anyway, there were other mandatory occupations. Ronja was expected to be with the fire brigade to stop houses from totally burning down during the Dragon raids. This, of course, included her having to repair her own small shed- hut if it was burnt down. And Ronja had weapon training with Snotlout and Spitelout every two days.''

Ronja smiled reverently and ran a hand over her belly when she felt her growing baby kicking lightly to make his or her presence known.

'' At some point, those training days had made weapon training turn into a chore rather than a hobby; quite different from those days I lived with my father in Finland. But anyway, whenever I wasn't doing weapon training with the two Jorgensons, Ronja got up at the 'crack of dawn' to jog for a couple of hours.''

'' So if you started seeing weapon training as a mandatory occupation, then what kind of hobbies did you have?''

'' One of the activities Ronja did do for the fun of it was playing Maces and Talons with cousin Hiccup. Albeit, in the beginning, she felt it necessary to act as if she wasn't quite familiar with the game because she had expected that it was a game that only those of elevated status in life. That was her belief until it was revealed that, unlike in the old days, those of lower-status were also taught if they wanted to learn the Game. ''

Ronja gave a fond look at the game-board in one corner of the room.

'' On Berk, it was automatically taught to very young children of high-status within the tribe, and therefore cousin Hiccup would have known how to play. Sonja and 'Ronja' often played it against mother who had introduced her children to the game a long, long time ago. Said game, and 'chess', were also one of the few things that could actually make me 'Ronja' hunched over a table for hours on end because once she was pitted against someone who can strategize, I had actually gotten to make use of my 'Poker-face'.

Ronja abruptly gave 'the poker face' to her interviewer, which had Claire Skeeter in fits of giggles once she realized the other was being playful.

Ronja held the expression for a moment longer before abruptly dropping it when she couldn't hold back her own amusement.

The two laughed together until the older woman managed to recover her wits about her.

'' Cousin Hiccup was a delightful opponent, and over those many months 'Ronja' had some very interesting games with him. She had also humoured herself by teaching Hiccup to play chess; though I ain't sure if he liked that game very much or if he played it just to humour 'me'.

'' Heh heh heh! Anything else 'you' saw as a hobby, other than playing board-games?'' Claire spluttered out as she managed to recover her own wits.

'' 'Ronja' loved jogging and hiking in the woods of Berk; as well as berry and mushroom picking (when they were in season). I still do love doing those things but in the aftermath of the War against Trader Johann, Krogan and their Dragon Fliers, those moments became greatly stilted for a long while because of health issues. ''

She gave a slight sigh before saying, '' And returning back to your question, 'Ronja' still kept to the promise of 'reading books'; usually when she was hunkered in a peaceful place outside. She didn't see it as just a mandatory occupation but was genuinely interested in the books written in that age and world. Nevertheless, there was only so much Ronja could read before heading off to go do some pressing, mandatory chore needing her attention. 'She' wasn't like Fishlegs who would be able to stay hunched up over a book for hours on end. That would actually be something Sonja and Fishlegs would have had in common.''

Ronja gave a small laugh, although there was a sadness in her eyes.

''Which, of course, always lead to ' Mini-me' thinking, How would Sonja have gotten along with the Ingerman-boy? Maybe they would have gotten along well and become the best of friends; maybe even more than just friends.''

Claire smiled in answer to that particular afterthought before she took out a second long strip of parchment from her purse. She then lowered it down on to the table's surface before carefully lifting the Quick Quotes quill'. She then sucked the end of it before setting it down on top the parchment where it stayed balanced on its tip once again.

'' So, I think we have concluded the most important aspects of your younger selves profile. But before we turn to the Photography, I'll ask a few more questions. If you don't mind, that is?''

Ronja smiled pleasantly at the older woman.

'' Go right ahead.''

'' What do you think of this picture Hooky99 drew of you and Anca using Watercolor pencils? I would say she imagined what you two look like fairly well.'' Claire asked, suddenly producing another item out of her quite small purse.

 A photograph of a picture drawn by Hooky99!

Ronja chuckled pleasantly as Ms Skeeter placed the said picture on the table in front of her.

'' You are right; I think it's a very cute picture, and I do like the colours, actually. But she 'goofed-up' a little when colouring the shade of my hair.''

Claire nodded, chuckling good naturally as she pulled out another photo out of her purse.

'' You are very right; your hair colour is more like the girl's in this photo,'' she agreed.

Ms Skeeter then took out yet another photo and set it face down in front of Ronja who giggled lightly at the playful smirk on the interviewer's face.

'' And what do you think of this other picture of you, done with Watercolor pencils; but only with black, grey and white shading?'' Claire asked as she flipped the photo over.

The earlier amusement Ronja had felt seemed to vaporise into thin air.

'' Ah, yes, that's a picture of me when I'd ran outside of the Great Hall after that incident of Odin channelling unwanted flashbacks into my head to awaken certain aspects of my own actions that I hadn't put into focus after running into the woods near my grandparents' house.''

Ronja shook her head with a sad smile to her lips.

'' Ah, I see, '' Claire Skeeter answered with a sad smile of her own. 

She then cleared her throat once more and said,'' Now, this would be a good time for us to take some photographs of you. And perhaps Anca, too?!''

Claire gave a small smile to the dragon who had lifted her head slightly to peer at the witch upon hearing her name mentioned.

...

The next few minutes were spent in fits of giggles as both women did their parts in assuring that there would be photographs available for the readers of the Daily Prophet.

Claire showed Ronja where she wanted her to sit to pose for the lens of the camera, and even Anca didn't escape such treatment.

Therefore, a giggling Ronja had been forced to mollify the black scaled dragon when her annoyed growls and baring of teeth had become a bit too threatening for Claire's liking.

But who could blame the dragon when the bubbly Witch was being enthusiastic, overzealous and indecisive in where she wanted the Viking to be, in the younger woman's quest for good-looking photography.

In the end, a somewhat exasperated Ronja found herself sitting on the same chair in front of the table.

Only...

'' Accio, board-game!''

Ronja watched with a smile as Claire used the summoning spell, 'Accio',  to bring the game towards the table where it was then lowered down in front of her.

But looking down at the game-pieces, she had a sudden fun idea. Looking up at the camera lens, she instinctively took hold of the Viking-chief and put it down in a new, tactical place before taking hold of another game-piece.

...

In the end, a few photos had been taken with Ronja sitting on a chair with the Maces and talons Game board sat on the table in front of her. 

But at the moment Claire had realized Ronja had actually begun a game with herself, the witch had been surprised and delighted. She had proceeded to snap a few additional pictures of the young Viking playing the game.

Another set of photos had been of Ronja still sitting around the same table with the game in front of her, but with Anca laying beside her chair with a rather disgruntled expression to her face. 

But that disgruntled expression softened moments later, as Anca abruptly lifted her head. It was like she had heard something the humans couldn't detect.

Claire had almost dropped the camera in surprise before delightedly snapping additional pictures of the massive Dragon resting the side of her jaw very, very lightly against Ronja's stomach.

But it wasn't the only moment in which Claire had very nearly dropped her camera in shock.

It had begun with Claire helping Ronja to adorn her dragon-scale mail-shirt over her long dress. It had been sown over the years, using the scales that Anca had shed as she had grown to adulthood (with the help from her mother-in-law who had been all too delighted to assist the young woman).

The leather corset mail then came over the dragon-scales, followed by her shoulder pauldrons and the vambraces being strapped over her wrists and arms. The final touches had been to strap all weapons (that Ronja usually had on her during a scruple with the Dragon hunters), to the metal hoops on her belt before the two of them turned their attention to strapping Anca's saddle onto her neck area just slightly behind the horns. 

Claire had been quite confused by the position of the saddle until Ronja had explained that it was the ideal place for the saddle to be strapped on a Monstrous Nightmare.

Of course, this had Anca in quite a state. She wasn't taking it well to see her Rider putting on the familiar clothing and was probably expecting there to be an attack (and the others had forbidden the woman to take any part in an attack on the island).

Claire had taken several measured steps back the second Anca had reared her head up and raised her entire body off the floor to tower over the two humans, but Ronja stayed where she was with her palm held towards the creature so much larger than her.

'' Shhh... it's okay girl! Its okay, there is no attack! Claire just wants to take some interesting pictures of the two of us hovering in the air together. Come here, girl. Come here.''

After a moment of hesitation, Anca had eventually lowered herself enough for Ronja to grab the saddle and quickly and expertly strap it on to her Dragon friend's neck before hugging her snout comfortingly when she whined quietly.

'' This, more than anything is likely to shock many a reader once it's mentioned in the column. Our Dragons are not nearly so docile, even as little ones. I'm astounded at how you Riders are able to calm them down so quickly, '' Claire breathed out with relief as the young Viking led the Monstrous Nightmare outside to the platform.

'' Just don't do any crazy, or dangerous stunts up in the air, okay?!''

Ronja had smirked slightly, nodding before she mounted her Dragon's saddle.

Well, it turned out to be a half-heartedly given promise. While in the air, enjoying the feel of the wind in her air and face, Ronja had become daring. 

Forgetting her promise to not do any daring stunts, she had pushed herself up to stand on top of the saddle and pulled out her sword from its sheath.

Claire had been scared out of her wits if the startled cry from the ground had been of any indication, and she had only calmed down again once Anca had touched down on the wooden platform and she had assisted the pregnant woman down from the saddle.

And Ronja, despite greatly having enjoyed the witch's reaction, had found herself feeling out of breath, and her heartbeat had quickened.

The short amount of time with the corset-armour had been enough to affect her breathing and heartbeat and it had taken some seconds for her to feel normal after dismounting.

'' And to think, I wasn't even laced that tightly. I was only strapped from the top of the armour and not the area from where my middle is heavy with child,'' Ronja thought and couldn't help the sigh of relief when Claire proceeded to unlace the armour with her wand.

She watched the lace practically fly out of the holes and stay suspended in the air while Claire used her hands to pull off the garment.

The pauldrons and vambraces got the same treatment, and Ronja couldn't help but smile when the other woman asked about her health.

'' I'm fine, Claire, really,'' Ronja answered after taking in a deep breath and straightening her back (despite still holding a steadying palm against Anca's snout.

Claire gave Ronja an appraising look as she quickly had the lace wound itself into the holes of the armour, again, before reaching over to link their arms together.

 Ronja didn't protest the other's assistance in walking back inside the hut where she was immediately sat down in front of the table.

'' Now we know for sure to never mix a pregnant female with a corseted armour, mail-shirt and weapons to add to the weight of the experience,'' Claire huffed out as she poured water into Ronja's goblet.

'' Are you sure your alright?''

'' I'm sure, Claire. Thanks for the water,'' Ronja said as she lifted the cup and took in small sips of it.

'' Besides, what happened up there in the air wasn't new to me. I've stood on Anca's saddle in numerous situations in the past; often in much more dangerous ones than hovering,'' Ronja added as she rubbed a hand over Anca's snout.

Said dragon had followed closely at the heels of the two human women and had plopped down on the floor beside Ronja's chair.

'' But not while you are pregnant, I deem? You had me lose ten years of my life,'' Claire retorted with a playful grin and was answered by Ronja's sheepish smile.

Claire took hold of the Quick Quotes Quill that instantly went still in her grasp.

'' Well, I think this is a good place to conclude our interview.''

'' That's rather welcome news, Claire, as I need to begin preparing the vegetables for the evening meal. There is a lot of peeling to be done.''

Ronja pointed a hand at the corner of the kitchen area where a crate of already washed vegetables and two buckets of water she had already fetched earlier that morning.

'' What exactly needs to be done?'' Claire asked, shyly glancing at the older woman's pregnant belly from the corner of her eye.

'' Well, the vegetables in that crate have to all be peeled, cut into even pieces and put into those buckets so they don't change colour. It's still too early to begin cooking anything, though, as the others won't be back today until the few hours before sunset. Which will be...''

She paused to peer at the position of the sun outside,'' in a few hours.''

Claire blinked for a moment and whipped out her pocket-watch from the pocket of her robe.

'' I've read that in the old days, way back before there were clocks or watches, people estimated time by looking at the sun's position in the sky. But still... wow!'' she gasped out as she took in the position of the clock- hands.

Claire then showed the watch to Ronja who gave the younger woman a wide grin.

'' Sigrun, Sonja's and my mother, taught us to read the position of the sun and also the stars since we were little kids. In fact, anything she believed had been substantial to her as a Viking of Berk, she never hesitated to pass it on to us; no matter the vast difference in how we lived our lives in the 'future'. And it turned out that I would need such skills later on in life. I'm forever grateful for her to have taught Sonja and I the rudimentary, but effective and essential skills and ways so important in the Viking Age'' Ronja commented with a fond, but slightly sad grin to her lips.

Claire echoed the sad grin that had appeared on Ronja's face.

'' I believe that not many Witches or Wizards truly understand just how much time and effort it had taken for Muggles to reach the point of history we all call the Modern Age. All of which we see today in the Muggle World had once been created and built by hand, and not through using magic. Trial and error! It's the same with Magic, but for those who have no magic have it even more precautions when it comes to experimenting with creating new gadgets.''

'' Even for some everyday home appliances,'' Ronja answered with a nod before she decided to lift her legs from their comfortable position.

'' But speaking of rudimentary home gadgets, I really need to get to work,'' she sighed and started pushing herself up, but blinked when Claire was by her side in an instant.

'' How about you stay sitting right there and I'll handle the food preparations,'' Claire said and gently pushed the older woman back onto the soft, cushiony seats before hurrying towards the wooden crate before Ronja could put in a word edgewise.

Ronja watched her walk away, one eyebrow raised as she wondered why the Witch would want to do her work for her.

'' Either she just wants to be and spare me the job of peeling vegetables or there is an ulterior motive to 'butter me up' and make me more softened to agreeing on signing the contracts, '' she thought before mentally kicking herself for the less than civil thoughts.

Ronja took hold of the contracts for the 'Interview and Photography' and began to read through them again, slowly and taking her time to spot any varying in the printing on the parchments.

In the background, she could hear the sounds of vegetables being peeled and cut into pieces before being dropped into the water.

By the time Claire was finished with what she had set out to do Ronja had already signed the interview and Photography contracts with the Quick Quotes Quill that had been left lying on top the table.

Claire gave a smile as she picked up one of the contracts to glance at the signature before rolling it back up and sealing the parchment with her wand.

She then turned her attention to the other contract that included the allowance of books to be published in bookstores all over the Wizarding World but paused immediately upon seeing the blank area where the signature should have stood.

Claire slowly looked up to meet Ronja's eyes. The older woman was looking at her with an apologetic smile to her lips.

'' I cannot sign this contract, Claire. Not without this matter going into the discussion with the other members of the Council.''

There was a long silence following Ronja's words, but finally, Claire uttered a loud huff and began to shrink the belongings on top of the table before shoving them into her purse.

She then straightened her back and regarded the older woman who was staring right back, unintimidated despite the other still holding her wand.

'' So all this time, your words of 'I'm thinking about signing the contracts' had held no ground?! I can also understand why it would be a logical approach for you to not trust me, or anyone, with magic at first; with everything that's been going on in your life and how suddenly everything had changed for you upon suddenly being taken from Earth. I was hoping I could have earned your trust eventually, but you were PLAYING me this whole time!'' Claire exclaimed with clear disappointment in her voice.

'' Checkmate!'' Ronja answered sarcastically. Her voice had come out quiet, but holding a chilly edge towards the sudden accusation.

'' Well, not really, Claire. What I did, or didn't do doesn't lay in the trust between the pair of us or the distrust I might have held for the entirety of the Wizarding World. I'm surprised at the fact that you aren't at least a bit grateful that I gave you an interview, and even signed the damn contract for it to be published. And so as you know, the very reason I even signed that one contract was because the interview was mostly based on you asking questions about my younger self's past, Claire. And with only vague mentions of the other people in my life.''

She gave Claire another, softer and apologising look as the younger woman slumped down on the chair facing Ronja.

'' I really do apologise for my actions, Claire, but believe me when I say I did enjoy most of the moments spent here being interviewed by you,'' Ronja said in a sincere tone of voice.

Claire kept looking at the lace tablecloth for a long moment before finally raising her eyes up to lock with the young Vikings myriad shaded eyes when she spoke again.

'' As for this other contract, I'm sure you must be wondering the reason why I had no inclination to sign it. For you to understand, you need to look at the way the hierarchy within the village of Berk is built on, the Law- laying hierarchy in England. The Muggle World where I was born in, mind you. And you will also have to look at the Hierarchy within your own Ministry of Magic, Claire.''

Ronja paused for a moment before saying,'' In the world where I was born in, there is Queen Elizabeth II who is the head-figure of England. But she rules alongside a Council. The Royalties in England aren't all ruling like they might have once been decades earlier. As for the Wizarding World, the minister of Magic may be the figurehead of the Parliament, but he is only one of many figure-heads amongst the Council.''

Claire was listening with rapt attention, now, and Ronja found herself smiling inwardly for having captured the other's attention.

'' As far as I understand about politics, the Minister of Magic's words are never fool-proof or final unless the other members of the parliament can all agree upon the decision; it takes the number of votes to finalize a decision. But on Berk, the decision making, the final say, is administrated by the one who rules over the villagers of Berk. Our Chief!''

'' Your cousin, Hiccup,'' Claire murmured, nodding in understanding.

'' Yes, I hope you now understand the reason why I'm hesitant to make this sort of decision to sign this particular contract using my own decision making,'' Ronja added, waving the parchment lightly in her hand.

'' Something like this, that doesn't just include myself but all those who have been or are in the daily audience with me isn't something that can be lightly signed by just one person; even though I may be blood-cousin of the Chief of Berk. Therefore I shall discuss this with my cousin, and perhaps even the whole of the Council of Berk and the other Chiefs of the Island we are are in alliance with.''

'' It could become that big of a deal?'' Claire asked with widened eyes.

'' It could, and I'm not kidding,'' Ronja answered firmly.

Claire nodded in understanding.

'' Therefore I cannot promise that the contract of the book-series or the continuation of your Fanfiction column will be accepted by everyone involved.

''If it's time you need in order to speak to those involved in the decision then I shall leave you now to return to my own dimension for a certain amount of time. I shall return to this world in one week to see the progress of this matter.''

With that, Claire stood up from his chair and Ronja pushed herself to stand up, with a lot more effort on her part.

The witch walked over to the older woman with a hand stretched out in front of her for a civil handshake.

Ronja gave an inviting smile and grasped the younger woman's hand into a firm handshake.

Despite the initial distrust towards this person when she had first arrived so suddenly in front of the hut belonging to Snotlout and her, and the moments that had sparked up some rather biting reactions from the both of them, there hadn't been a moment where Ronja had held any ill-will towards the stranger.

Ronja had even found herself feeling almost normal amidst a house being visited by a 'real witch'.

'' Thank you for the interesting and pleasant afternoon; as well as all the treats and tea, Claire,'' Ronja said civility as the two women separated.

'' And I shall see you again in seven days time.''

She then took several measured steps back as Claire slowly took out her wand again.

'' It indeed was an interesting and pleasant afternoon, Ronja. Thank you for your time, and farewell; until we shall meet again.''

As Claire Skeeter raised her hand in preparation to disapparate to her home, Ronja's mind was suddenly flooded with one certain aspect that both the witch and she had overlooked.

''Oh, Claire, why don't you...!''

CRACKKKKK

Ronja and Anca both flinched at the loud 'crack' that echoed inside the interior of the hut. One minute Claire had been standing there in front of the Viking and the next she had disappeared into thin air, again.

Anca and Ronja shared glances of disbelief over what had occurred within said hut over the past several hours.

'' Thor's hammer, this day cannot possibly 'dish out' any more crazy moments,'' Ronja groaned out loud, looking around at the elaborate and decorative household items and furniture for a moment before her attention returned to the opened parchment still sitting so innocently on top the table.

***

But alas, Ronja's words were proven wrong a few hours later when her peace and quiet were broken by the sound of large flapping wings and the impact of what, she believed, were dragons landing on top the wooden platform outside the front door.

Then the sound of footsteps and the door opening minutes later, followed by two ridiculously loud bellows of absolute shock and horror( the other much more high pitched than the other).

'' RONJA, WHAT IN HELHEIM HAS HAPPENED TO OUR HUT?''

'' RONJA, WHAT IN THE NAME OF ODIN HAS HAPPENED TO THE HUT?''

'' And I stand corrected! What in Helheim is my father-in-law doing here?! Its been a rule, since the A-team arrived on Dragon Edge, that Snotlout and I were given time for ourselves in private before dinner time,'' Ronja groaned under her breath. 

She bowed her head, resting palms on top the rounded table around the fire. She had expected that kind of reaction from her husband, but Spitelout's added bellow hadn't failed to make her or Anca flinch.

She didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or shed tears of exasperation at the absurd situation. Therefore she resorted to sarcasm.

'' So, how do you like the new renovations to our hut, Snotlout?''

'' IT'S PINK!'' Spitelout was the one to burst out incredulously as he and Snotlout still stood rooted to the spot by the doorway with entirely gobsmacked expressions.

'' There are FLOWERS everywhere!'' Snotlout howled out, wide-eyed.

'' It's NOT my doing!'' Ronja practically shouted back at the pair of them even as Hookfang ( who had been waiting to enter behind the two men) finally got annoyed with the waiting.

The dragon shouldered its way past the two men, knocking them off their feet and ignoring their squawks of indignation, before crawling quickly towards Anca and her human Rider.

Ronja smiled fondly when the slightly larger Monstrous nightmare brushed the side of his jaw against her stomach (very lightly) before lifting his head to nuzzle Ronja's face with just as much care. She fondly rubbed a hand under Hookfang's jawline until the dragon finally turned his attention to his established mated female companion who was warily watching the pair them.

Over the past months Anca had even come to want to protect Ronja from her own mate, if necessary; let alone other dragons.

Ronja watched the two dragons nuzzle each other with a fond grin.

She was hoping that eventually, those two would establish a new mating dance that very same year, or the year following. She quite missed having teeny tiny little baby dragons around the house, but she was well aware that it wasn't entirely natural for Monstrous Nightmares to pair up for life.

It was only because of the constant companionship of their Riders that had shifted the normalcy in how these two dragons of opposite sex viewed each other.

Tap, tap, tap

Ronja turned her head upon hearing footsteps approaching her and smiled with uncertainty when she realized it was her own husband approaching her. She opened her mouth to greet him, but whatever she had been prepared to say was muffled by Snotlout's warm lips enclosing around her's in a searing, and yet gentle kiss.

Ronja uttered a quiet moan and gripped onto Snotlout's shoulders when her knees turned weak from the pleasurable feeling. Her heartbeat quickened slightly as she answered the kiss in kind and tangled her fingers into Snotlout's dark hair that had grown to shoulder length over the past several months. She had come to want to keep his hair so long, as the usual spikiness of his hair was softened into fetching waves along the lower part of his hair locks.

'' I never said it was your fault, Ronja,'' Snotlout said when he pulled away slightly.

'' But what...?''

'' HAPPENED HERE?''

Ronja gave a jolt at the jarring gruff voice of the older Jorgenson clan-leader penetrated the moment between the husband and wife, and Snotlout uttered an exasperated grunt when he most certainly felt Ronja flinch against him.

'' I told dad we wanted privacy before dinner time. But no, he was insistent about wanting to complain to us about some matter that occurred within his team today, Ronja,'' he murmured apologetically, looking rather vexed; until his expression softened as he pressed a kiss against Ronja's forehead. 

Ronja smirked slightly when her husband extracted himself from the hug before spinning on his heels and stomping purposefully in the direction of where his father was standing.

She then spun on her own heels to face the cooking pot above the fire. She barely even took notice of what sounded like a manly scuffle somewhere in the background. As well as the raised voices.

''No doubt Snotlout is either telling Spitelout to get OUT or is forcibly attempting to remove him from our residence and private conversations,'' she thought with a quiet, amused giggle.

She was truly grateful that Snotlout really had become more willing to go against his father; or in other words, standing up to him more after their marriage.

'' IF YOU CANNOT ACT CIVILLY IN THIS HUT, GO JOIN THE OTHERS INSIDE THE CLUB-HOUSE UNTIL DINNER IS SERVED! BY THEN I'M SURE YOU'LL HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS AS TO WHAT HAS OCCURRED IN HERE! I WILL NO HAVE YOU RAGE AT MY PREGNANT WIFE!''

SLAMM

Ronja immediately turned on her heels when she heard the heavy, and loud slamming of the front door.

'' You know those Harry Potter Fiction stories we used to read during the long, freezing cold days of the Devastating Winter?''

'' Of course, I remember! Rather exciting tales, they were,'' Snotlout answered as he as he made his way to his wife with purposeful steps.

'' Well, it turns out there are other dimensions out there that that Odin had or will discover. And that fiction story of Harry Potter just happens to be real life-story; albeit they're living a life post-war, now.''

Snotlout's mouth fell open and he could only gape at his wife for a long moment.

Ronja uttered as a sigh and turned back to the lazily simmering pot of vegetable soup and the fish she had prepped on a large wooden plank with wooden nails before having stuck the edge of the plank against a low grid situated at one end around the fireplace. The heat of the flames had been slowly cooking the meat into perfection the past hour and a half, with her having to turn the fish every twenty minutes, of course.

But the turning of fish had been made easier by a clever invention from Hiccup. The large plank could be lowered down to one side to make into a foldable table with legs.

'' Do you recall my laughter years ago when Gothi first introduced you as the girl is from another world, and who bore the mark of Odin on your skin?''

Ronja grimaced slightly at the recollection, eyes still on the planks.

But upon feeling a warm hand gently stroke her cheek from behind, she slowly turned to face her husband who was regarding her with a bit of chagrin to his expression.

'' Well in this instant I'm not laughing, Ronja! Why else, other than by magic could all of this have suddenly appeared into our home?'' he continued quickly, waving a hand around at decorative the walls, floor and furniture.

'' I believe every word you just spoke.''

Ronja's lips curled up into a fond smile as Snotlout's arm wrapped around her waist, the other coming to rest against her growing baby belly.

(*1)

And it seemed that the touch of his warm hand stirred the child into lightly kicking against his, or her, father's palm. Ronja felt happy tears prick her eyes as a tiny gasp escaped Snotlout's lips and he lowered his head to lightly rest his cheek against the spot where he had felt the movement.

Ronja fondly stroked his husband's soft dark brown hair as he stayed in the position for a moment before straightening.

'' I love you Ronja! I love you both so much,'' he murmured and leaned forward to press his forehead against his wife's.

'' I love you too, Lout! Both of you,'' Ronja answers passionately, shivering when her man's lips trail kisses along her cheeks, chin and neck before he buried his face against her shoulder for a long moment, one arm now wrapped around her waist and the other around her hip.

Ronja slid her arms around her husband and buried her face in Snotlout's unruly hair, and the married couple stayed wrapped up in each other's arms for a moment before releasing each other.

Snotlout sat down on the wooden bench surrounding the hut's centrepiece fireplace to watch his wife finish cooking. He knew the two dragons were curled up somewhere inside the hut in each other's company, but at this time he didn't take stock of where they had made themselves comfortable. He had eyes only for his wife.

The minutes ticked by in silence as Ronja stuck the planks (loaded with fish) in the space around the fireplace.

She then walked over to the same side of the fireplace to sit down on the bench beside Snotlout.

The silence wasn't awkward or unpleasant. The married couple was simply basking in each others presence.

End of Filler Chapter III  

***

Ending Credits Soundtrack:

Rise- John Dreamer

https://youtu.be/sOrvzpIT9CM

Author Notes:

(*1) This is how I imagine Snotlout to look like as a real person and not a cartoon figure.

The Vital Statistics listed in Filler Chapter 1- 3 are of Ronja in the Timeline that happens before, or during the Dragon Raid in How To Train Your Dragon (Movie).

But the story itself begins from the Timeline following the aftermath of the movie and the series, then going way back on the timeline to moments not seen on film, like short snippets of Ronja's past when she was years younger.

Because this is the Vital Statistics chart for my OC-character in the time-frame of 'How To Train Your Dragon Movie', I will be doing a second chart for the later time frame.

But it's likely going to not be like the Filler chapters I've written.