NamineWalker

A/N: Read comments first if you don't have the Gift of the Night Fury DVD Tradition The air itself had frosted since the passing of Solstice Eve. The trees turned white in their rime casings and greeting words pillowed in visibility between passing Vikings. The thickest of mitts and boots and cloaks were donned in light of the changing weather. Still, the sting inside his throat and the numbness of his nose could never keep Hiccup from the skies for long. It only shortened his flight time. Breathless and sated from their morning flight, dragon and rider scanned the village for a subtle landing area.  They clung to Berk's outskirts, keepin

Astrid strolled through the center of Berk, casually flipping her axe from hand to hand as she often did when she was happy.  It was time to get it sharpened again.  One of the perks of dating the blacksmith apprentice: her order jumped to the front the line. She’d be back to swinging it in no time. Speaking of lines… there was a small gathering before the smithy.  Astrid frowned; she knew this to be a quiet day for forgework.  Hiccup often got off early. A closer inspection of the group told Astrid they weren’t there for weapons. Her lip curled and her steps grew heavy as she stomped towards the queue. The flathead of h