Httyd SPELL BOUND 💛

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Gotten back into this story after watching the live action so hey guys xxx

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Oakley returned to the arena with a newfound confidence she wasn't sure she'd ever felt before. Her boots echoed against the stone floor as she approached the gathered crowd — riders, warriors, and members of the Berkian council. Their voices clashed like swords, everyone speaking at once, arguing over the next move. Chaos. Panic. Doubt.

She didn't have time for it.

With a snap of her fingers, a sharp crack split the air, followed by a burst of red and gold light that exploded in a miniature firework above their heads. Sparks fizzled as silence fell over the crowd, all eyes turning to her. Oakley lowered her hand slowly, letting the silence settle, her jaw set.

"I have a plan," she said, loud and clear. "But it's going to take everything we've got."

She stepped further into the center, her eyes scanning the room with the same intensity as a general preparing for battle.

"We're going in shifts. Riders are taking the first. We need to fortify the island while we still can. Strengthen the defenses. Every rock, every wall, every weak point. Fishlegs," she turned to the bulky boy, "you're on lookout duty. High ground. I want reports every hour."

Fishlegs blinked but nodded quickly, standing a little straighter under her gaze.

"As for the rest of you — get some rest. A-team. You'll be taking the next shift. We need you sharp."

There was a brief, tense pause as murmurs began to stir again, but they were quickly cut off by Stoick's deep voice.

"Oakley—"

"This isn't up for discussion," she snapped, sharper than she meant to be, but firm. Her shoulders squared as she met his eyes. "We don't have time to argue about this. Drago could be here at any moment. Every second counts."

Stoick looked like he might argue further, his thick brows drawing together, but something in Oakley's voice — the certainty, the urgency — made him hesitate. His jaw tensed, but he said nothing more.

"Why don't we just use the dragons that are here?" Tuffnut asked, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He lounged against a pillar like this wasn't a life or death situation.

Oakley sighed through her nose and turned to him, her tone clipped but patient. "Tuff, when the Alpha arrives — what do you think he's going to do?"

Tuffnut blinked. "...Take over the dragons?"

"Exactly." She pointed toward the sky. "He controls them. All of them. Which means we need to be ready to fight without them."

That landed heavily. Even Ruffnut stood a little straighter, her joking demeanor sobering.

"Uh, no offense," Snotlout chimed in, scratching the back of his head, "but how exactly are we supposed to beat Drago and his monster Alpha without any dragons?"

Oakley's gaze flicked to him. "Let me worry about that."

Her tone brooked no argument. It wasn't a brush-off — it was a promise.

She pivoted on her heel. "Hiccup, Snotlout — I need you to start setting up defensive lines along the coast. Spikes, barricades, anything that can slow them down or funnel them toward choke points. Think smart."

Hiccup gave a quick nod, already switching into tactical mode. "Got it."

"Snotlout," Oakley added, catching his attention, "use that big ego of yours to lift something heavy. Make yourself useful."

He smirked. "You got it, boss."

"Heather, Ruff, Tuff — you're on weapons duty. Gobber will help, but I want a full stockpile. Arrows, bolas, nets, ballistas— whatever we've got, double it. And make sure we have water ready, just in case."

"In case of what?" Ruffnut asked, suspicious.

Oakley didn't answer, but the look in her eyes said enough. Just do it.

The group finally dispersed, riders peeling off with newfound purpose. Hiccup and Snotlout jogged toward the coastline, already discussing structural supports. Heather and the twins made a beeline for Gobber's forge, their pace quickening as urgency kicked in.

Oakley turned to find Astrid watching her. She stood apart from the others, axe on her back, eyes full of questions.

"What do you need me to do?" Astrid asked, always ready.

Oakley hesitated, then reached out, taking Astrid's hand without answering. The contact was brief but sure. Astrid's eyebrows lifted, surprised, but she didn't resist as Oakley tugged her along, weaving through the crowd and out of the arena.

The cold night air hit them as they stepped into the open. The moon cast pale light across the island, shadows dancing in the wind. Berk was bracing for war, and it looked the part — carts being pulled, horns echoing in the distance, the scent of burning torches filling the air.

They slipped through the tunnels behind the arena, torchlight flickering on the stone walls. Astrid didn't ask questions. She just followed.

Eventually, the narrow path opened up to a familiar, quiet place — the hidden cove. The same one Hiccup had once brought Toothless to. By now, the foliage had thickened, but the place still felt untouched by war. The moonlight poured down over the calm water, illuminating the smooth rocks and still trees.

It was peaceful here. Safe.

Oakley let go of Astrid's hand as they stepped inside, her shoulders finally relaxing a little. "I needed air. And I needed you."

Astrid looked around the cove and exhaled slowly. "It's beautiful. Haven't been here in a while."

"Me neither," Oakley murmured. She sat down on a mossy rock near the water's edge, pulling her knees up. "I always wondered what made Hiccup bring Toothless here. Now I get it. It's quiet. No noise. No eyes."

Astrid sat beside her, close enough to touch. "You're scared," she said softly, not as a judgment — just the truth.

Oakley hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. I am."

She looked out at the reflection of the moon on the water.

"I'm not scared of fighting," she went on. "Not even of dying. I'm scared of losing them. The dragons. Our people. You."

Astrid turned to her. "You won't lose me."

Oakley met her eyes, and something in her chest tightened. "You don't know that."

Astrid reached out, placing her hand on Oakley's. "No, I don't. But I'll fight beside you. Every step. You're not doing this alone."

They sat in silence for a moment, the waves gently lapping at the rocks, the rest of the world far away. Just them. Just the cove.

Oakley turned her hand over, threading her fingers with Astrid's. "Thank you."

Astrid squeezed her hand. "When this is over... let's come back here. When it's safe."

Oakley smiled faintly, a rare softness in her expression and placed a gentle kiss on the blonde's cheek. "Deal."

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