sorry i have horrible spelling and no spell check. this is all i have done on this story. If you like this plz tell me and ill make sure to add more (im extremly un motivated)
Ideas for Hiccups mothers name??
How do u like night for a name? I wanted something that went by the viking name "rule" but yet had a piece of his mother in it.

EDIT!! IF YOU ARE UNABLE TO READ THIS PLZ TELL ME. I AM TRYING TO CHANGE THE FILE TYPE AT THIS TIME

picture not mine

EDIT EDIT because i hate downloading stuff here is the story
Hiccup “dad, what are you looking at?”, closing a book he sighs and says “sketches of your mother.” Hiccup then pickup the book from his fathers hands and turns to a random page. The first picture he sees is of a female viking, stong set, jet black hair with blue eyes, but gental and loving looking face standing on the edge of a cliff. He turns another page and sees a younger looking version of his father, red/brown hair not a trace of white as there is now,strong looking but still not as buff as he is today, standing next to the same girl from the last, hand in hand. Many of the pictures were like this, hand drawn sketches of Her by herself or the both of them.
Getting closer to the end of the lethor binded book the two people got more mature looking and happy, hair both grown out, him a little more bulky and her, a prode viking woman, sword in seith. Second to last page, I white long dress worn by the most beautiful, eligunt woman, her standing next to a teary eyed , yet happy, bulky red/brown haired man wearing the tradional viking attire. Standing at the edge of a cliff facing each other, holding hands. This brought tears to Hiccup and his father every time.
Turning to the last page hiccup was was extar careful to not rip or even slightly crumple the page. This page was put in after the others, hand sketched the same, but ripped rinkled, and burnt so the bottom of it and most the right side was missing. Here stood the same couple, but the black haired viking was holding a baby rapped in a brown pelt. “Thats enouth remanising” Stoick said and grabed the book from Hiccups hands and began to put it on a shelf, when a picture fell from the book.
Hiccup bent down to pick up the page, but to did Stoick. Hiccup (being closer to the ground) reached the page first. Now Hiccup had been threw the book many times, but had never seen this page. His mother was holding a baby, but it was not Hiccup. It was a girl, black short hair, wrapped in a brown pelt with his mother looking at her the way a mother looks at her child. In the corner a small boy, brown wavy hair, rather scrony looking but only 2 at the most. He was looking at the girl in wonderment and love.
“Who is that?” hiccup looked from the picture to his father. Stoick sighed “that is Night” he sighed again this time almost saking in a deap sadnes that had not been awaken in years, “your sister.”