chapter two
002. the deal!

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"HEY, DON'T worry, I'm sure you'll get another chance."

Freya scoffed to herself sadly at Toke's words. She scuffed her boots against where the cobblestone pavements met the grassy slopes nearby the plaza well. She and the other teens were helping clean up after this morning while most of their parents were discussing a council of war in the Great Hall. Again and again they have tried to end their plague of dragons, but every time, they have failed. Every time, those ships would either disappear at sea, or return barely drifting. Too many Vikings have been lost in those expeditions to search for the Dragons' Nest▬and more will continue to be lost if they don't find a way to stop all of this soon. But the only way they could, was to risk and sacrifice more of each other ... and it was an ongoing, unbreakable circle that nobody seemed to be able to figure out another way to end this suffering.

She kicked some splinters to the pile they had been making▬the ruins of what used to be the front steps of Hoark the Unlucky's house. Toke went blank-faced at her lack of energy. "Come on," he coaxed the young Viking who slumped against the side of the well, upset. "There will be another morning. There will be another dragon. We'll keep training▬and one day, you will kill a dragon, I know it."

Freya sighed, watching the Twins throw rocks at each other instead of helping Mrs. Lars children gather what rubble they could use to rebuild from. She propped her chin on the palm of her hand, glum. "When?" She asked Toke miserably. He glanced at her, frowning as he dropped a few more pieces of wood into their pile that they would then later burn or use to build fences (if they weren't too badly destroyed).

"What do you mean?" her best friend asked her.

"Well," said Freya, "you're going into Dragon Training soon. You won't have time to sneak away and train with me. You'll be too busy getting the glory you want and then your days will be spent hanging around as a full member of the tribe. You'll have no time for me."

"What?" let out Toke, finding this absurd. "That's not true▬"

"I lost every chance this morning," she mumbled, rather distraught. "That's it. I'm going to be stuck delivering remedies, listening to Mrs. Ack speak for hours, walking up all of those stairs to Gothi just to bring her new bark and herbs, and hearing about how I should pronounce each Sven in Berk differently and how I should gift Stoick the Vast earrings every Snoggletog!"

"You haven't lost every chance," her friend settled down beside her. Even then, he still was taller▬he had to spread out his legs and they sat like tree-roots in the grass. Now that the sun had risen over their home and brought some breath of warmth amongst the cold, Toke had taken off his fur vest. She grabbed it from where it lied at their feet and hugged it to her chest, wanting something to hold onto▬the warmth gave her little comfort. Already, she felt as if she had to cling onto whatever she had of Toke, knowing that as soon as he passed initiation into the tribe, all of their childish adventures would be over▬and she would be alone.

Toke noticed and nudged her lightly with his elbow. Despite the often cloudy weather, her friend had southern tanned skin that would glow like a summer sunrise when the clouds drifted apart. He was made of copper, and rust, and golden sunbursts. Just like his warm complexion, her best friend had a warm heart▬warm brown eyes, warm brown hair, a warm smile. He brought endless days of Summarhildr to the cold, rough wind of Berk and never lost it; it had been rooted into his very being until he had become the very reflection of his mother.

"It's not like you to give up," said Toke. Freya pursed her lips, looking to where her fingers picked at the fur of his vest. "You can't let this stop you now, either. And just because I'm going to be a full member of this tribe soon doesn't mean we will never get to spend time together. I'll always be there to deliver remedies with you. Great-Aunt Gothi isn't going to get me off the hook of her staff just yet."

She chuckled at this. Freya nodded. He was right, she couldn't give up▬but right now, after trying so hard for so long, it felt as if she was finally running out of time.

The two of them glanced up, startled the moment they heard Fishlegs squeal in terror as Snotlout tried to blow dying embers into his face. They watched, incredulous, before Astrid stormed her way over and demanded authority with a simple threatening shake of her axe under Snotlout's nose.

"Anything to get away from Snotface Snotlout," then muttered Toke to Freya and he smiled when he finally got her to laugh.

She soon pursed her lips, admittedly in a better mood. She faced her best friend who was nothing if not an older brother▬always there when she needed him. "You have to promise me you'll tell me everything about Dragon Training?"

Toke rolled his eyes, "As if I would ever leave you in the dark."

She smiled, grateful. She nudged her best friend again, gentle and appreciative. They knew they would have to get back to work in order to avoid being at the mercy of Astrid's battle-axe, but they let themselves sit in the fresh Berk morning a little longer.

Their gazes wandered up the slope towards the Great Hall, a magnificent sight built▬hollowed▬into the side of Dragonscale Cliff. They heard the unruly shouts of their parents even from down here.

"What do you think they're talking about?" wondered Toke.

"What they're always talking about." It wasn't Freya who answered, but instead Astrid. Just as always, the blonde sniffed out trouble like a yak searching for grass in a desert▬if there's any around, she will find it or so help the gods... "Where the Dragon Nest might be."

She set her axe blades into the grass and leant her elbow against her upturned hilt. Hand on her hip, her icy blue gaze narrowed up the slope with them over Toke's helmet. "No doubt there will be another ship sailing out▬which means, Dragon Training will start early. They'll need all the warriors they can get."

Because those ships never returned, Astrid didn't finish, but they both knew that was what she meant.

But it sparked Freya with a brilliant idea. Her eyes lit up and her posture stiffened, some determination returning that washed out the defeated glance she held. "All the warriors they can get..." she repeated what Astrid said in a murmur, a plan starting to form in the forefront of her mind.

If most of their daring, best dragon killers were to be sent off on this fruitless quest, then Berk would be albeit defenceless for the next dragon raid. Astrid was right▬because of this, Stoick would be sure to have Gobber stay behind to train up new recruits early. The village was going to be so desperate, they might even just let anybody eager enough to join up.

Toke and Astrid both recognised the look on Freya's face. Astrid scowled and pulled her axe back up over her shoulder. "No," she ordered sternly.

Freya frowned up at her, "No to what?"

"To whatever it is you're thinking▬I know it will be something you're not allowed to do." Astrid gestured to her. "And I'm gonna have to be the one to follow you and make sure you do nothing stupid."

"It's not stupid," argued Freya, growing annoyed. "And I never asked you to follow me anywhere."

"If not me," the blonde then jabbed her thumb at herself, "then who is going to make sure you don't get yourself into trouble? Toke isn't going to do anything. He's just as bad as you!"

Toke blinked, startled at the thought of being dragged into another one of their arguments. Then he made a face, realising Astrid was insulting him, "Hey!"

"I can't wait until I win Dragon Training," then said Astrid Hofferson pointedly to Freya. "Once I'm a full member of this tribe, I won't have to babysit you anymore."

Freya Balderofferson rolled her eyes, standing up and chucking Toke's vest back at him. "I'm positively devastated at the thought," she muttered sarcastically. "Unless, of course," she grinned, viciously competitive now that she had a plan up her sleeve, "I win Dragon Training instead. Then I will be the best Upcoming Viking Hero, Astrid, not you. And it will be so satisfying."

Astrid frowned at this. "You're mother would never allow you to go into Dragon Training."

"Well, like you said," the young, ambitious Viking started off towards the Great Hall, her heart pounding with determination. "They need all the Viking warriors they can get!"

Her voice trailed off as she ran up the slope towards the council meeting. Toke and Astrid watched her go▬they shared a glance, as if deciding who was going to have to run after her.

In the end, Toke sighed and stood up. He took a step, and wasn't surprised when Astrid let out a begrudging grumble and shoved past him, marching up the slope after Freya anyway. He heaved a deep, knowing and exasperated breath before following, too.

Astrid skipped a little in her rush to match Freya's pace, "She's going to say no," she told her matter-of-factly.

Freya mimicked her before snapping, "Then don't come with me."

"And miss being proven right?" Toke quipped, settling to a walk at Freya's other side. "Astrid could never."

He believed that putting Freya between the two of them would save his arm from getting another bruise, but Astrid reached behind and punched him painfully on the shoulder anyway.

"She's going to say the same thing she has always said whenever you've asked," went on Astrid, trying to get Freya to stop and listen. "Just because Dragon Training is starting early isn't going to change her mind."

"I'll convince her," Freya refused to admit that how much she hated the fact, Astrid was right. She has tried everything. She has promised she would clean her room for the next month, she has promised that she would stop putting rocks in the Twins' shoes. Freya even promised she would attend the sheep races with her father. But nothing has worked. No promise, no pleading and no bargaining could change her mother's mind. Freya was very much like her mother in many ways, their shared stubbornness was one of these things.

But there was one thing that Freya had yet to try. And the thought of it made her grit her teeth and want to take a swift turn and run straight off the dock cliffs ... but she was growing desperate. She knew that if she didn't take this chance▬and get this chance at proving herself in front of the entire village of Berk, she will never be able to show what she could do ever again. She would never get to be more than small, dainty Freya who needed to be protected and supervised at every second of her day. She would never get to prove to herself that she could be more if this didn't work. And so, Freya was prepared to do anything to get what she wanted: to love the village instead of just the island ...

To finally feel as if she belonged.

"And how will you do that?" Astrid demanded, raising a sharp brow.

"She's very convincing," offered Toke helpfully, rubbing his shoulder with a scowl.

"Stop answering everything for her."

He gaped at Astrid, disbelieving, "How am I▬?"

When they slowed down to argue, Freya didn't stay to see whether it was in regards to her or about something entirely unrelated. She pushed herself into a jog up the rest of the slope, leaving the two of them behind. When they realised what she had done, Astrid gasped and shoved Toke to the side to make sure she could keep up. He shoved her back, stumbling to get in front. Despite their words, neither Viking teen wanted to miss this confrontation▬at all.

With perfect timing, just as the trio reached the top of the slope, the vast double doors of the Great Hall opened. Vikings flooded out, and they did their best to push their way inside. Freya easily ducked and slipped around sweaty, big Vikings and snuck her way into the building. The Great Hall was something more than grand. It had been originally built out from the caves of Dragonscale Cliff. Their ancestors had chipped away at the stone year after year, slowly hollowing it out into this cavernous mouth. Her feet echoed far out towards the ceiling against the stone floor, bouncing off the mighty statues of past chiefs and wrapping around brackets of fire, towering stone pillars and shaking tapestries that depicted mythical feats of Hooligan history.

Stretched out to the left were groups of wooden dining tables for feats. To the right was a mighty round heath wrapped in iron; a table of war council that had just been adjourned in the shadows of wooden severed dragon heads and Monstrous Nightmare skulls. Directly in front of her, down a very long aisle, sat the Chieftan's chair: so big that even Stoick the Vast could lounge back against the rich furs draped over the top.

Freya heard the echoes of her friends behind her, following as she took a swift turn towards the dining tables. She found her parents deciding to take a seat at the one closest to the cauldron that had a fresh broth simmering over open flame. Freya could smell lamb soaked in Gobber's homemade sauce▬which meant that she was going to definitely skip her noon meal today.

She looked a lot like her father, Knud the Forgetful▬a name which he earned after he forgot his axe in his house and decided to take on a Gronckle in a fist fight and then win the fight. Freya shared his light brown hair and dark-rimmed blue eyes. But she most definitely thanked the gods for passing down her mother's nose. Her father's long-nosed, long-faced stare often looked gaunt in the flickering flames of the Great Hall torches▬and he always seemed older than he actually was. He had a scar on his right cheek, and it made his smile lopsided and a little scary▬for one cheek lifted, plump and sweet while the other tightened and stayed still. He once told Freya that he got the scar from a ferocious Timberjack when he was once foresting for firewood. Her mother rolled her eyes and would tell a less brave story of how he received the scar by trying to wrestle a full-grown yak in a bet (which he lost).

Her mother, Hilda was a large woman with a lot of love. Freya had a ... difficult relationship with her mother▬something she was sure she has explained by now. She loved being hugged by her mother, and she loved the days she would nurse her with warm soup whenever she got a fever in the winter. She admired how her mother would spend her days helping out any Viking who asked, even when she might be tired, or sick, or upset. She loved how she would cook enough broth to feed the entire village if she needed to (and she has). Freya admired it, and she loved her mother, but no matter how hard she tried, she could never be as amazing as her. She could never be kind enough to listen to a thousand different gossip conversations. She could never have the attention or care to want to cook for someone other than herself. Her first intention was always a want to explore, never a want to stay where she was and help her neighbour prepare the house for Snoggletog. She couldn't handle how she was expected to be someone before she got the chance to find out who she even was. She couldn't handle how her mother wanted her to be the same, tried to prepare her for a life she would never be good at, and never seemed to understand when Freya tried to explain what she had been given was the last thing she could have ever wanted. These days, she often stopped trying to talk to her about it all. She rebelled, and she ran off, and she got angry and she pushed everything far, far away.

To the point whether she wasn't sure whether the reason was her being scared of not being good enough▬not being like her mother enough, or because she longed for something else. Without knowing, Freya lost the true answer to that question a long time ago.

She didn't hear Toke and Astrid whispering from where they hid behind the nearest support beam▬they peered around the side of it, watching with bated breaths.

"Do you think she'll be grounded until Thawfest?" Toke asked.

"Please," grumbled Astrid, immediately trying to one-up, "the next two Thawfests, at least."

"Next three."

"Four."

"Okay, sure▬but while it will be your Viking funeral, I will be happily giving away your axes for the greater good to Ruff and Tuff▬ow!"

Freya glanced back at the scuffles, narrowing her eyes▬suspicious▬at the angry whispers and the shadows that darted behind the column a few paces to her left. She noticed Astrid's braid briefly fly out into the open and sighed, not at all surprised.

She let them be and squared her chest, trying her very best to look as big as possible before marching up to her parents. At the sight of her, her father turned away from the centre of the table, "Freya!" he greeted. "Come and sit▬you must be hungry."

With one whiff of Gobber's sauce, Freya turned up her nose, "Uh ... thanks, Dad, but I'm not really hungry."

"A Viking is always hungry! It keeps us strong enough to scare our enemies!"

Freya just turned to her mother, "Mum?" she began, her heart rising high in her chest with nerves. She clenched and unclenched her sweaty palms, going over her words in her head▬she needed to figure out the best convincing vocabulary to say right now.

Hilda wiped the crumbs off her chin. "Yes, dear?"

"I▬I wanted to▬well, I came here to ask▬it's actually a really good▬uh▬yeah."

(She thought those were some pretty well picked words).

Her mother sighed and turned to face her, giving her a soft chiding stare, "Freya, honey, what have I told you about eating your words? You must think before you speak."

"I am a thoughter▬wait▬" she clenched her eyes shut, growing red. "That wasn't what▬I meant▬ugh!" she threw her head back, stamping her foot in the same way she always would since she was a young toddler.

"Have something to eat," her father offered. "After a good meal I can always speak my thoughts."

She took the piece of bread, but she didn't eat it. Instead, she gestured it to her mother, "I wanted to ask you something, Mum."

"Don't point with your food, Freya. It is meant to be in your stomach, not shoved under other Viking noses."

"I'm not pointing with my▬" she realised and pulled it back, huffing to herself. "Mum, just let me▬I want to ask you something, okay?"

She sighed and went back to her food, "No, you can't go searching for trolls."

"Mum, I haven't searched for trolls since I was six. Can I just▬" Freya took a deep breath and just decided to let it all out: "I want to join Dragon Training. Can I join Dragon Training? I really want to join Dragon Training▬all my other friends are going to be in Dragon Training this year and Gobber needs as many recruits as he can get and I really want to▬"

"Freya," her father stopped her, and her cheeks puffed in slight frustration. "Your mother and I have told you this many times before: you're not meant to be a dragon warrior shield maiden in this world▬the gods haven't decided such a path for you."

Her mother nodded, "He's right, dear," she gently took her piece of bread from her fingers and spread some butter on it for her before passing it back. "The gods gave you a gentle beauty, and they gave you wonderful emotional intelligence▬they gave you the gifts, the beauty and much needed talents of a chieftess. Which is what you'll one day be."

"We named you for Freyja▬she, in her grace, gifted you with▬"

"▬Her capacity for love," muttered Freya under her breath, repeating words she has heard way too many times, "and kindness, and beauty▬yeah, I know. But you know what she is also the goddess of?" Freya gestured out until she realised and quickly held back her piece of bread before her mother would chide her again. "Battle. Freyja is the goddess of battle. Which is why▬" she hung on the word, hoping to win her parents over, "▬you should let me join Dragon Training, yeah?" she waited for their answers. When they didn't say anything, she tried again: "Yeah?"

Her mother sighed once more. She patted the spot between them, "Freya, come sit."

Her daughter huffed again but did as she asked. Moody, she sat squeezed between her parents and took a bite of her bread, glowering at the soup in front of her. As she did, her mother started to brush her hair out of her face. "There are warriors," she told her daughter wisely, "and there are builders, and there are merchants, farmers, blacksmiths, bakers and kings. Everyone has their place in this world, honey." Hilda nudged Freya's cheek as she chewed. "But there is only a special kind who can be what you are meant to be, Freya. You have compassion, wisdom and you have mercy. You have Berk in your heart and its waters in your eyes. Girls like Astrid are meant to defend Berk, girls like you are meant to help lead it."

Freya pulled her head away, annoyed. Her mother pursed her lips, but let her hand fall. She waited until she swallowed all of her bread and muttered, hoping the blonde listening wouldn't hear: "But I really want to be a girl like Astrid."

"The only girl you need to be," her mother insisted, "is yourself. Is▬"

"The girl you want me to be!" let out Freya, upset. "I'm not you, Mum! I▬I want to▬to▬to▬I want to fight dragons, I want to be better than▬than this▬!" she gestured to her small body; her small legs and her small fingers. Her little feet and her little arms. "I want to be like everyone else."

Her father tried to comfort her, "But you aren't everybody else. You are Freya."

Freya isn't enough, she thought bitterly to herself. She is never enough.

She reached out and grabbed some boiled potatoes, setting them on her plate to then butter them. "If I'm meant to help lead Berk one day," she grumbled as she did, "I can't do that as who I am now. How do you think that'll look? I'm sure Stoick's wife wasn't somebody as useless as I am. Who can't even hold an axe bigger than a paperweight."

Her parents shared a sad look. One that she missed as she ate her potatoes very quickly, no matter how hot they were. She held her hand in front of her mouth, her next words a muffle of potatoes and butter: "Why can't I be both▬?"

Hilda lightly smacked her daughter's shoulder, "Don't speak with your mouth full!"

Freya angrily swallowed her food and said again. "Why can't I be both? Why can't I be a warrior, too?"

Her father thought about this. He tossed his potatoes into his broth before shrugging, "Well, I suppose you can be both▬" he hunched up, startled when his wife reached around their daughter and smacked the scruff of his head. "What?"

"Please, Mum," begged Freya, turning to face her mother.

She shook her head, "Freya▬"

"I'll do anything!" she clasped her hands together in prayer. "I promise! I'll go to Dragon Training and I will visit Mrs. Ack, and keep Gothi company, and do my needlework and help anyone who asks. I will douse fires and I will help Mulch carry the fish up from the docks▬I'll even spend time with Hiccup!" her breath hitched when she saw her mother stop eating. Of all the things Freya has used to try and persuade her mother into letting her into Dragon Training, offering to even breathe in the same room as Hiccup was a desperate sacrifice. Even her mother knew this. "I will ... I'll do it all just please let me do this. For myself. Please, Mum."

Freya's heart fluttered, seeing the way her mother set down her spoon and purse her lips. Over her daughter's head, she and her husband shared a glance▬a few silent words passed between them until they both came to a decision; and the length it took was gruelling.

And then, her mother said something that none of them ever thought possible, "All right."

Freya stared, shocked. At first, she thought she misheard her▬or imagined what she had wanted her to say. But when her mother sighed and nodded again, saying, "We have a deal," Freya lit up like a bonfire. "You can attend Dragon Training. But you must come with me when you aren't training▬" Freya frantically nodded, agreeing with anything as long as she got to fight dragons, "▬we're going to help out, visit families, deliver food, join Mrs. Ack in her needlework▬you are going to start taking your future seriously, Freya."

"I will," she promised, breathless in her amazement. "Yes! Yes, I will."

"And," her mother continued, "you visit the forge once a day to spend time with Hiccup. Okay?"

Freya nodded. She beamed, "Yes!" she flung herself forward into her mother's arms, hugging her tightly. "Thank you!" she cried. "Thank you, thank you, thank you▬!"

Her mother's gaze softened. A sweet smile lifted her cheeks to feel her daughter hug her like such for the first time in a very long while. Hilda hugged her back, brushing Freya's hair out of her face.

And then, her daughter pulled away. Too ecstatic to sit there any longer▬to even finish her food!▬the young Viking teen threw her legs out and jumped to stand on the stone. Cheerful, Freya laughed and ran to where she knew her friends were hiding. She tugged Toke away with a bright grin, "I can join Dragon Training!" she skipped around him in a circle for a moment, singing: "I get to kill a dragon! I get to kill a dragon! I get▬" Freya stopped abruptly, realising skipping around and singing wasn't very warrior like and she quickly cleared her throat. She nodded, squaring her shoulders. "I can go to Dragon Training," she finished very seriously.

Toke grinned with her, "I knew you could convince your mum!"

Astrid made a face. "No, you didn't," she pointed out.

"Shut up, Astrid," he said through his smile.

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FREYA WAS excited▬very excited. She was going to finally get her chance to get everything she wanted! Once she killed the Monstrous Nightmare, no one would ever think she wasn't capable of anything ever again. She wasn't going to be just Freya. This little girl who was small-bodied and small-limbed who needed to be babysat and couldn't win an arm wrestle even if she tried. Once she won Dragon Training, Freya was going to be a Viking hero! Her friends would want to be her friends▬they wouldn't joke about her height and feel as if she was some chore they had to keep around. Freya would finally fit in on this island▬finally find a place of her own making. She was going to kill that dragon, and her life was going to change▬for the better. She will finally prove to Berk what she can do, but she will also finally get to prove it to herself.

Though, she wished that her father could see the moment it will all happen.

Freya watched him walk to the ship in his armour with his axe slung over his shoulder, helping his fellow warriors cart baskets of food and other supplies onto the longship. They were pulling as many men as they could for this operation to find the Dragon's Nest, and her father was one of them▬most of their parents were. She hugged her own axe to her chest, letting it fall down from her elbow with a tight heart.

She tried to keep a straight face, and to hold her breath to stop her want to cry. Vikings▬they did this sort of thing. Death in battle, loss of limbs ... it was all an occupational hazard. Not returning home was something sad, but it was also a relief▬for they knew that they had taken a place in Valhalla, and had died with glory. But for Freya, who had to watch her father step onto a ship that might not ever return▬that might join nearly every other ship that had embarked on this search▬, she didn't care about glory, or Valhalla, or whatever the Viking way was ... she just wanted her father to come back home alive.

Her eyes wandered to the other children and teens that were wishing their parents farewell. Astrid had her chin tilted up high and her face strong as she shared conversation with her mother. Snotlout promised his father that he would make him proud, only for his face to fall when his father huffed like he didn't believe he could and turned to leave. Freya saw Toke shake his father's hand and punch his shoulder▬the Viking way of saying: I love you. She saw the Twins butt heads with their parents, and the group of Thorstons all spun in a slight daze. Fishlegs hugged his mother who shared his blonde hair and chin. Freya noticed Stoick march around the deck without wishing a farewell to his son who wasn't even around. Her brows knitted together, not sure whether she found it sad, or absurd. Until she glanced up, and she saw a figure standing, alone, on the edge of the cliff. Hiccup took a deep breath, small and thin▬until he turned away and left, walking a slow pace back towards the blacksmith's forge.

She pursed her lips, but had to turn back around when she heard her father make his way over to her. He dusted his hands off and nodded to his only child who continued to watch him, silent and stiff with her small axe. "All right," he said. "That's it. I will see you, Freya, when I return."

"Okay," she mumbled, her throat closed in.

"Treat your mother well. Make sure you eat as much as possible, now that you will be training." Knud the Forgetful smiled and pointed out to tap her shoulder gently. He managed to get a sweet, shy smile out of his daughter. "It will make you strong."

"Come back," Freya told him, holding back tears. She put on her best Viking face. "Or Mum and I will have to come and find you instead."

"Aye, Freya," Knud ruffled her hair, "don't worry. You focus on your Dragon Training. I know you will do your best no matter what."

She nodded. "I will," she promised him. "When you get back, I will have won it."

"As long as you have tried your best," said her father. "That is all that matters to me."

Freya blinked back her tears. She nodded again. She passed out his bag of supplies, "Don't forget this," she told him. Knud let out an, "Ah! I almost left without it▬!" and took it from her hands. "Good luck."

Her father cupped her cheek▬his hand was so big he may as well be holding the entire side of her head. He smiled at her▬his sweet, gentle Freya. "Good luck," he told her, as well.

Freya took a deep breath herself as he left her. He made his way to the docks edge and greeted her mother who had also come to wish him farewell. The two spoke, and it was sweet, but Freya turned away. She ran to the stairs that will take her back up the cliff, wanting nobody to see the tears that had begun to fall down her cheeks.

Those ships never returned. But this one will. This one had to.

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a/n: I never like my chapters lol.

also freya's such her daddy's little girl its so sweet.

no one:
me: *describes toke like he's some greek bust or michelangelo painting* this boi is BOOTIFUL-

lol freya, toke and astrid are such a chaotic little trio.

lol babes is going into dragon training think she's gonna actually kill a dragon, ha! get prepared for the literal oPPOsite

her parents love language to her is food and it's so sweet like-

I've started working casual because I start uni soon and its soooo weird to not be at work full-time...