The Heirs of Berk

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟟

Acacia's POV

Most nights I sleep dreamlessly. Some nights I don't sleep at all. But the nights when dreams do come, it's always the same

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I see myself as a baby, with wispy auburn hair and bright blue eyes. 

Baby me is lying in a traditional cradle with colorful paintings on the sides. I'm just learning to stand, and by holding onto the edge of the cradle I can balance precariously on my feet. My blue eyes dance with baby amusement as I watch the scene in front of me.

My cradle is placed against the wall of the main room of a viking house. In the middle of the floor sits a fire pit, flames roaring. A large iron pot hangs over the fire.

Wooden furniture has been messily pushed to the side to make space. In the middle of the cleared area three people dance. 

Of the three people, two are adults. Both are large viking men. One wears a dark green kilt, with chainmail covering part of the skirt. A fur cloak covers his back and a large horned viking helmet perches on his head. His hair is fiery red, with a beard that spreads across his chest. His eyes are a familiar green.

The other man was much different. He was clearly missing an arm and a leg, but that didn't stop him from dancing. I couldn't see any hair on top of his head, underneath his tall viking helmet, but he had a long, blonde braided mustache. He wore a dirty looking tunic and pants, and a fur vest.

The last figure was a small boy. He had auburn hair much like mine, and bright green eyes that looked like the first man's. He wore a long, faded green tunic and fur boots. The boy couldn't have been older than three.

The two men were singing a song that is now familiar to me. The boy clapped and laughed and sang along to some of the lyrics as they danced.

I myself clapped along, as if even as a baby I knew this song by heart.

I'll swim and sail on savage seas,

With ne'er a fear of drowning

And gladly ride the waves of life,

If you will marry me

No scorching sun, nor freezing cold

Will stop me on my journey

If you will promise me your heart,

And love me for eternity

My dearest one, my darling dear

Your mighty words astound me

But I've no need of mighty deeds 

When I feel your arms around me

But I would bring you rings of gold,

I'd even sing you poetry

And I would keep you from all harm

If you will stay beside me

I have no use for rings of gold,

I care not for your poetry

I only want your hand to hold,

I only want you near me

To love and kiss, to sweetly hold,

For the dancing and the dreaming

Through all life's sorrows and delights,

I'll keep your laugh inside me

I'll swim and sail on savage seas,

With ne'er a fear of drowning

And gladly ride the waves of life,

If you will marry me!

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Hiccup's POV

None of this makes sense.

I keep thinking, how can I get more confused? And then I do.

First, Toothless and I are looking for the Dragon Pirates, and then this girl appears out of nowhere and ambushes us. I mean, Toothless is a Night Fury! How did he not hear her?

Second, it seems like the girl who rides the blue dramillion is the leader. But when she took her hood off, she looked like she couldn't have been older than 16. 

Also, I'm getting the idea that all of the Dragon Pirates are talking to their dragons, and that they can understand them.

Lastly, why does this girl look so familiar? I feel like I've seen her before. I'm getting serious deja vu just looking in her eyes. Who is she?

▬ A Time Skip Held In Honor Of The Chicken ▬

Still Hiccup's POV

I could practically feel the color drain from my face as the girl told her story. The deja vu I had been feeling before came back again, times ten.

The scene she described from her dream, the people she characterized, and the song she quietly sang at the end, everything was the same.

I remembered that day more clearly than any other memory like it. 

It was almost 4 months before my little sister was taken, and a few days before Snoggletog. The whole village was getting ready. There hadn't been a dragon attack in a week, and my family was already celebrating. 

I remember Dad smiling for one of the first times since mom died, and Gobber making plans for the night. The three of us had decided that we would have a special dinner and then party all night. 

Dad brought a heap of food from the store house, and was almost caught by Uncle Spitelout on his way back. We had laughed long and hard after Spitelout left, taking every bit of joy from the day.

After dinner, we put Acacia in the crib and danced to the chief's song for the rest of the night. Dad even let me get away with staying up late. 

It was one of the best nights of my life.

And no one knew about it. Only Dad, Gobber, and I should. 

So either my captor had crazy physic powers or something, or she was...

"What's your name?" I murmured quietly.

Slowly the girl raised her head and met my gaze, her sharp eyes searching me. They seemed to burn into my soul, deeming if I was trustworthy.

Finally she spoke. "Acacia," she said softly.

My heart stopped. 

In a split second, everything clicked into place.

It all made sense now.

Why this girl looked so familiar, how she knew the song, even that small feeling I used to get when I was younger that told me my sister was still alive.

I had to remind myself to breathe. Tears started to form in my eyes as I looked into hers.

"A-Acacia?"