[Her welcome back to Berk was warmer than she'd been expecting, considering everything that she'd done the first time she'd come to Berk. Granted, they now knew that she'd had no choice, and she was more than thankful. When she'd heard the call that Berk needed help, she'd said goodbye to her parents, knowing she couldn't leave her friends to rebuild Berk themselves.
She was well aware of her beauty. It had come in handy a few times before, not just here the first time. She knew the effect she had on men (and some women, no less), but she was trying to keep herself from using it. She was here as a guest (and maybe later she would decide to become a permanent resident), so she was on her best behavior. But when she'd caught wind of Hiccup and Astrid's separation, she couldn't help but find herself looking at Hiccup.
He'd grown handsome. Not that he hadn't been before but there was something about him that had changed. Confidence? No, he'd been plenty confident. It had just been in his own way. Heather found herself spending more and more time with him, trying to pinpoint it. She was well aware of Snotlout's intentions towards her, and had gently let him down, claiming that she needed to keep her purity if she was planning on following in Gothi's footsteps (a lie, but he seemed to buy it). Word got around, it seemed, because Tuffnut threw his hands up into the air and loudly proclaimed he'd have to go native on some other island if he wanted to get with a girl one evening when he'd had too much to drink.
Berk's cold weather is different from that of Peaceable Country. Just when things seemed to be warming up, it grew colder. She takes Hiccup's offer of a home cooked meal, finding herself missing her mother's cooking. She told herself that there wasn't anything else behind it, though she had taken special care to wash herself despite Lauderdagur being a few more days away. A few nice smelling, crushed flowers run over her body assured her that she smelled nice as well. Gothi had given her a knowing look when she left the cottage, though her mentor smiled slyly.
She lounges back after the stew was devoured hungrily, having not realized she'd worked herself into an appetite. Hiccup's comment makes her look up from her mug of ale sitting between her hands, smiling at the flirtatious invitation. Were they really doing this? She could only find out.]
Soot's easy to wash off, Hiccup. Besides, I figured I should look nice for the chief.
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She was well aware of her beauty. It had come in handy a few times before, not just here the first time. She knew the effect she had on men (and some women, no less), but she was trying to keep herself from using it. She was here as a guest (and maybe later she would decide to become a permanent resident), so she was on her best behavior. But when she'd caught wind of Hiccup and Astrid's separation, she couldn't help but find herself looking at Hiccup.
He'd grown handsome. Not that he hadn't been before but there was something about him that had changed. Confidence? No, he'd been plenty confident. It had just been in his own way. Heather found herself spending more and more time with him, trying to pinpoint it. She was well aware of Snotlout's intentions towards her, and had gently let him down, claiming that she needed to keep her purity if she was planning on following in Gothi's footsteps (a lie, but he seemed to buy it). Word got around, it seemed, because Tuffnut threw his hands up into the air and loudly proclaimed he'd have to go native on some other island if he wanted to get with a girl one evening when he'd had too much to drink.
Berk's cold weather is different from that of Peaceable Country. Just when things seemed to be warming up, it grew colder. She takes Hiccup's offer of a home cooked meal, finding herself missing her mother's cooking. She told herself that there wasn't anything else behind it, though she had taken special care to wash herself despite Lauderdagur being a few more days away. A few nice smelling, crushed flowers run over her body assured her that she smelled nice as well. Gothi had given her a knowing look when she left the cottage, though her mentor smiled slyly.
She lounges back after the stew was devoured hungrily, having not realized she'd worked herself into an appetite. Hiccup's comment makes her look up from her mug of ale sitting between her hands, smiling at the flirtatious invitation. Were they really doing this? She could only find out.]
Soot's easy to wash off, Hiccup. Besides, I figured I should look nice for the chief.