Astrid turned over in her furs, yawning and blinking the sleep out of her eyes. She looked down to find one of her legs intertwined with Hiccup’s like a braid of hair. Her arm had fallen asleep under his heaving chest.
“Dad…” He muttered, and dug his head deeper into the pillow. Astrid yawned and ran a hand through his hair. The dying torches cast nightmare shadows that crawled up the walls, making terrible, dancing shapes on the old logs. “I can’t find…alone…”
“You’re not alone.” She leaned over and kissed the back of Hiccup’s head, breathing in his smell. “You’re never alone.” With a small sigh, she settled back down and nestled closer to him, curving her body to fit with his body, draping her only free arm around his waste. “I promise.”