Obscuring the Heart(Part 1)

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“Hiccup you should be at the forge!” I yelled to the brunette as he scrambled by me.

“I’m on my way! Trust me!” He shouted back at me trying to get out of the fire and into the safety of a building.

I sighed and turned my attention to the zipple back in front of me.

While most teenagers our age were supposed to be on fire patrol, Hiccup and I were special cases.

My older brother, Hiccup, we’re twins, and myself are the children of the one and only Stoik the Vast, chief of Berk. Hiccup was small and skinny, almost a walking fish bone, in his own words. He had shaggy brown auburn hair and green eyes, he was highly intelligent. I was tall for my age and had more muscle than the average girl should, I had dark brown hair and blue eyes, and I was much more than skilled. Both of us were technically.

I was skilled in the art of killing dragons and fighting in general, and Hiccup was skilled in things like reading and writing, and coming up with amazing contraptions that could revolutionize the viking world; if someone gave him a chance. It seemed to me that I was the only one who saw any potential in my older brother. He wasn’t the average viking; he was something far greater than the known world could know. But our father kept us both on tight leashes.

I got both heads loped off, then I vaguely heard the familiar sound of my brother screaming.

I sighed and picked up my ax before running off in the direction of the scream. And sure enough, Hiccup was running away from a fuming monstrous nightmare, or should I say flaming?

I grabbed a grappling rope and threw it at the beast’s snout causing its attention to snap from my brother to me. I saw him duck behind a large torch in the middle of town.

I allowed myself to focus on the monster before me knowing he’d be okay for the moment.

It took a couple minutes of dodging the nightmare’s attacks and getting used to its fire’s heat before I could behead it.

I was breathing heavily when the thing finally died, and I had to take a knee to catch my breath. I was young, but I was strong enough to take on a beast alone. Or was it because of who I was protecting? I don’t know for sure, but what I do know is that I’m a much better dragon killer if I have someone to protect whom I care for. And no one fits that description better than my own brother.

“Hiccup!” I heard my father yell at said person, “How many times have I tole you to stay out of the streets when raids go on? Your little stunt just cost me a herd of nadder!”

“Dad, please listen to me.” Hiccup begged, “I swear I shot down a night fury, if we send out a search team then-

“Enough, Hiccup!” My father told him, “You’ve done enough damage to the village, and almost got your sister killed!”

“I’m not a kid dad.” I snapped at the older man as I approached the scene, “And neither is Hiccup, so stop treating us this way!”

“With you two running around, and playing-

“Playing?!” I demanded, cutting him off, I was going to get an ear full for that later tonight but at the moment I didn’t care, “I killed three dragons tonight, and protected your son, who also shot down a night fury! Instead of acusing us for things we didn’t do, how about you start organizing the town to rebuild what’s been destroyed for the millionth time instead of chewing out your children! And if I didn’t want to put my life out on the line and save Hiccup, I wouldn’t. So don’t you ever, pull that card again.”

My dad, and frankly everyone else around stared at me in shock. I wasn’t usually the one to snap at anyone, but I’d had enough of this.

I let out one last short sigh before grabbing Hiccup’s wrist and pulling him after me.

“Come on.” I told him softly, I reserved this tone for him and him alone, “Let’s see if we can find that night fury you shot down.”

“Sit.” I ordered to my brother who was a couple yard a head of me staring into his note book trying to figure out where to go now.

“I’m not a dog, Sigrid.” He told me and looked back at me.

I just stared at him with a blank face. He sighed lightly and walked back towards me before sitting on a log. I sat next to him and pulled out two sandwiches. One tuna the other chicken. I asked him which one he wanted and he took the tuna one.

We sat in comfortable silence as we ate.

“You really do know me better than I think you do.” Hiccup finally said and turned to me as I took a sip of water.

I shrugged as I said, “I was starting to get hungry, so I figured you were too.”

He nodded and took the jug of water from me.

“Can I ask you something?” Hiccup said breaking the silence again.

I shrugged telling him to continue.

“Why do you always believe in me?” I raised an eyebrow at him not understanding what he meant, “You think all of my plans are cool and are a good idea, you always support me when something goes wrong, you keep dad off my back like there’s nothing to it, you believe in me.”

I nodded, “I was always under the impression that that’s what siblings are supposed to do for one another.” I told him, “Besides, you believe in me.”

“The entire village believes in you.” He counters.

“That’s not the point.” I told him, “The point is, if you keep believing in me and my abilities, I’ll forever believe in yours. Besides, you’re a genius.”

“Not according to dad.” He murmured.

I shoved him roughly almost causing him to fall off the log.

“Will you forget about dad for ten seconds.” I snapped, “You’re a genius, Hiccup. What you come up with is amazing, but the viking world isn’t ready for you yet. It’s not ready for your ideas  and your heart, it’s still the time where people like me will rein. And I think it’s going to be like that for a little while more, but there’s nothing wrong with you. And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise or I’ll hurt you then kill them.”

Hiccup smiled slightly, “So what do we do if we don’t find the dragon?” Hiccup asked as we stood up and started walking.

I shrugged, “We could always say that we found the thing in the rocky edge and couldn’t get down there and haul it back up and to the village on our own. And if they come and question it, we can pass it off as the waves carried it off to sea.”

“And I thought I was the smart one.” Hiccup muttered. I shoved him again.

We walked a few more minutes before I saw a couple of broken trees, like something had broken them down. Hiccup saw them too. We continued to follow the path slowly incase something flew out at us. We peeked over the edge of a hill where the marks leaded downward. I instantly pulled Hiccup down again.

“That’s the night fury.” I whispered to him.

He swallowed hard, he knew I wasn’t lying.

“What do we do?” He asked, “I never killed a dragon before.”

“Do you have your knife on you?”

He nodded.

“Draw it, go over there, and make sure it’s dead. I’ll be here incase.”

He nodded and advanced towards the beast with his knife drawn. I watched him carefully to make sure that nothing was going to go wrong. For some reason I didn’t feel like his life was endanger this time. I saw him jump back when the dragon moved, it was still alive. I saw him hesitate when deciding if should kill it. Deep in my heart I knew Hiccup wouldn’t be able to kill the creature, he wouldn’t be able to, not with his heart. I readied my ax when I saw him cutting the ropes that held the dragon in place.

But for some reason I didn’t move when the dragon jumped on Hiccup. I somehow knew he wouldn’t my brother. The dragon roared loudly at him before flying off. Hiccup stammered to his feet and stumbled a couple steps before he passed out. It was a close encounter.

I walked up to him and lifted him onto my back piggy back style and started to carry him out of the forest.

About half way out he started to come to. Needless to say he freaked out on when I didn’t help him out, but he didn’t say anything else after that, neither did I.

When we got home dad was there and we was staring into the fire. Hiccup and I tried to sneak past him and go upstairs, but he knew.

“I need to speak to both of you.”

We both knew what was coming, apparently Hiccup needed to say something too.

Dad went first.

“You both are going to get what you wanted.” Dad said slowly, “Sigrid, I will give Hiccup a chance to prove himself in battle. Hiccup, starting tomorrow you will be training on how to fight dragons, I’ve also arranged that Sigrid is in your class, you should get all the practice you can and try to teach the others.”

“I should have gone first.” Hiccup sighed, “Dad, I don’t want to fight dragons.”

My eyes got wide at that, was this because he wouldn’t kill the night fury?

The brunette rambled on for a moment about other things he could be doing for the better of the village than killing dragons, before dad cut him off and headed out before offering a half assed good bye to the both of us.

When the door closed, my attention shot to my brother.

“You don’t want to fight dragons?” I asked.

“I couldn’t kill that dragon there, what makes you think I can kill one in the field.”

I looked at him puzzled a moment as he ascended the stairs before following him up and going to bed.

The next morning Hiccup and I walked into the arena with the rest of the class.

Astrid Hofferson was convinced this was her destiny to be there and become the next viking legend. Snotlout Jorgenson, my and Hiccup’s cousin, looked around thinking this was going to be a walk in the park and the best ability to show off to Astrid. Fishlegs Ingerman, he walked in nervous, but egar to put his book knowledge to the test. And the other twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston they were looking around amazed hoping to get a scar out of it. Everyone was actually.

“Yeah, pain.” Hiccup said sarcastically as we walked in together, “Love it.”

“What’s he doing here?” Tuffnut muttered to the rest of the group.

“And what’s she doing here?” Ruffnut asked aswell, “She’s already certified to kill dragons.”

I rolled my eyes at them and advanced, “This is our father’s idea.” I told them, “Not ours, so shut up and listen. I’m only obligated to protect one of you newbies.”

They shut up, but Astrid glared at me. We didn’t have the best history together. Me getting recognition early on for taking out a few terrible terrors and a hand full of nadder before I was ten. She made it her mission to surpass me no matter what, I personally didn’t care. I was forced into this, and as long as my brother was safe nothing else really mattered to me.

“Let’s get started.” Gobber shouted to quiet us down, “The one who does the best, will win the honor of killing their first dragon.”

“Hiccup already killed a night fury, so, does that disqualify him?” Snotlout asked.

The twins snickered at the remark, I made a mental note to take our cousin down and make it look like a training accident.

Gobber consoled Hiccup about being made fun of. It didn’t really help.

He went on listing off some of the dragons that we would be training against. The entire way Fishlegs letting out a fact about them, even after Gobber told him off.

“Wait!” Snotlout yelled as Gobber was about to pull the lever down, releasing a dragon, “Aren’t you going to teach us anything first?”

“I believe on learning on the job.” Gobber told him and pulled the lever.

I grabbed Hiccup and b lined for the shields on the other side on the arena. I thrusted one in his hands and picked one up for myself.

“Good job, Sigrid, Hiccup.” Gobber encouraged, “The first thing you need is a shield. If you have to choose between a shield and a weapon, take the shield.”

The others scrambled to grab a shield as well. I started banging on the metal of my shield as I approached the dragon to disorient it. Hiccup noticed this working and followed suit along with the others.

“Good leadership, Sigrid.” Gobber told me, “Those shields are good for making noise, and it can disorient a dragon.”

“Be careful.” I called to them, “There’s still five shots left and this can sometimes cause erratic rapid fire.”

“How often is sometimes?” Fishlegs asked scared.

“Case by case.” I told him and slowly started to move into the groncle’s blind spot. At this rate the twins were already out.

The groncle let out another shot at Fishlegs, and another at Snotlout.

“Three left.” I muttered to myself as I surveyed the area. Hiccup was on the other side of the arena with Astrid. We were past the point of banging on our shields.

The groncle headed straight for them as Hiccup was distracted. Astrid jumped out of the way as the dragon blasted Hiccup’s shield out of his hand, he scurried to go after it as the dragon singled him out. It shot another blast and there was only one left.

When it had Hiccup cornered against the wall about to fire again, I acted on instinct.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me and used my shield to hit the groncle on the under side of it’s chin, causing it to swallow the blast it was going to deliver.

I kept pounding its face with my shield making it back up each time. I had to get it away from him. Every one stared at me as I continued to batter it with the object in hand. All the while I was slowly sending it back in it’s cage.

When it was in Gobber shut the doors. I dropped the shield and ran back over to Hiccup.

“Are you okay?” I asked and helped him up.

“Yeah.” He said out of breath like he’d been the one taking on the dragon, “Thanks to you.”

“Remember.” Gobber said as he approached us, “A dragon will always go for the kill.”

We all left the arena after that, class was over. Hiccup said there was something he needed to do and he ran off. I had a feeling it had to do with the night fury we’d encountered, but I couldn’t be sure.

I made my way home and grabbed some throwing knives from my room before heading out into the forest.

There was this clearing a fair distance away from the village that I liked to go to and train. It was quiet, and there were a lot of trees making good targets. And I began my training for the day.

I took slow bites of my chicken leg at the great hall. Gobber was going over where people messed up in that day’s training. Hiccup hadn’t come back yet and I was beginning to get a little worried.

The door opened and I looked up to see the same person soaking wet and slowly made his way over to us.

I slid over a little more towards Fishlegs, creating more room for him.

Hiccup slid in next to me without a word and just stared at the food in front of him.

“And where did, Hiccup go wrong today?” Gobber asked the table.

“He showed up.” Snotlout chuckled causing the twins to laugh too.

“He wasn’t focused, and let his shield fall.” I said while shooting a sideways glare to Snotlout.

“Very good, Sigrid.” Gobber told me, “It’s nice to have you with them leading the pack.”

I didn’t reply.

“This is something I want you all to study.” Gobber said and plopped the book of dragons down on the table, “Everything we know about every dragon we know of is in these pages, it’ll help you with your training.”

“You mean read?” Tuffnut asked the blonde man.

“While we’re still alive?” Ruffnut finished.

“Yeah.” Snotlout chimed in, “Why read words when you can just kill the stuff the words talk about?”

“Those words.” I growled, “Can give you enough information that can save your pathetic lives in battle.”

“I read it like nine times.” Fishlegs said excitedly as he started to ramble on about some of the dragons in the pages.

“There was a small chance I was going to actually read it.” Tuffnut said cutting Fishlegs off, “But now that chance is gone.”

The twins and Snotlout left after that, same with Gobber. Fishlegs quickly followed suit.

“I guess it’s just us.” Hiccup an walked over to Astrid’s side of the table.

“Read it.” She said boredly and shoved it towards my brother.

“All mine, great.” He sighed.

“Where were you earlier?” I asked Hiccup seeing as we were the only two in the great hall at the moment.

“I wanted to know why it didn’t kill me.” He said and slumped down next to me burying his face in his hands.

“And?” I asked.

He shrugged and I dropped the subject.

“Try and get some sleep tonight.” I told him and rested a hand on his shoulder as I stood up, “I want to get some sleep.”

“Have fun.” He called after me.

I hated seeing him like this.

“Hey! I noticed that there wasn’t anything in the book of dragons on night furys!” I heard Hiccup yell up to Gobber, “Is there like a sequel to the book or a night fury panflit?”

“Focus Hiccup!” Gobber yelled down to him, “It’s like you aren’t even trying.”

I grabbed him and forced the brunette to the ground with me. He narrowly missed a fire blast from the nadder we were pinned against today.

“There isn’t anything else on night furys.” I told him and dragged him along through the maze checking every corner to make sure the coast was clear, “We don’t know much about them, not their speed, not their shot limit, not even what they look like. What we do know is; they’re dangerous and no viking has encountered them and survived. Now, you need to focus on your survival.” I told him.

He only nodded and followed closely behind me.

We weaved through the maze. I motioned for him to stop and crouch down when I saw the nadder. On the other side of the opening were Astrid and Snotlout. I backed up a little, Hiccup did the same thing with me. I motioned for them to come over to this side, it would be easier to evade the dragon this direction.

Astrid didn’t oppose as she rolled over to our side and pressed herself against the wall next to Hiccup. I motioned for Snotlout to stop. He didn’t move. After a moment of waiting for the right opening, I motioned for him to go now. He did and pressed himself against the wall next to Astrid.

I took one last glance at the nadder and motioned for them to go. I stayed a small distance away from the others to make sure they were safe and if the nadder came after us I would be the first one to see it and protect the others.

We came to a split in the maze, we could either go right or left, but we couldn’t go the way we just came.

I pointed left and Astrid and Snotlout ran that way. Hiccup and I advanced carefully to the right.

We came to open area in the arena near the entrance. I heard something from my right, and I saw Astrid jumping over the walls as she was followed closely by the nadder.

The blonde came tumbling down ontop of Hiccup. The nadder jumped down and prepared for an attack while they were tangled together. Something clicked in my mind and I ran and pushed over a near by wall, it toppled down pinning the nadder to the arena floor.

I jumped down on top of the nadder, keeping the wood down on the dragon. There was a large gap in the now broken wood. I could see its eye, part of its mouth, and its neck. I raised my ax high, ready to swing it down and kill the beast.

But as the ax was above my head, and I stared down at the nadder, I froze. I just stared at its eye for a moment. I didn’t see fire, or anger, or hunger like I had with the other dragons that I’d killed.

I couldn’t quite place the emotion that was behind its yellow eyes, but I knew it all too well.

I stumbled back a little bit off the wood, and placed a hand over my mouth. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach and hot all over my body.

“Get the thing in its cage!”I yelled to Gobber trying to keep control of my body, it wasn’t working that well. My stomach was lurching and I knew I was about to lose my breakfast. I had to take a knee and drop my ax to hit my stomach to keep it down. I was left defenceless.

Gobber quickly herded the nadder into its cage. I ran out of the arena and plunged my head into a bucket of cold water. I calmed down, and felt so much better. I kept my head submerged until I had no breath left.

I took a few deep breaths to calm me down. Water dripping down my neck and soaking my shirt.

A cold hand pressed against my forehead, the smell of smoke, metal, and fresh grass filled my nostrils. Hiccup was kneeling next to me as he was getting chewed out by Astrid about his lack of focus.

“You’re sick.” Hiccup told me very concerned, “You shouldn’t have been here today.” He was completely ignoring Astrid now, she was only getting even angrier than before.

“I’m fine.” I said with a sigh, but I knew he was right. I had a horrible immune system, and constantly got ill, regardless of my strength and skill.

“Yeah right.” He said with an eye roll and pulled me up to a standing position. Hiccup pulled his vest off and put it on my shoulders before wrapping an arm around me and pulling me back home, “You defiantly inherited dad’s stubbornness.”

I held back a cough as he led me through the village to our house. And as we left I could just feel Astrid’s eyes baring into my back.

When we got in, Hiccup sat me down next to the fire place and ran upstairs to get a couple of blankets and then draped them around me before going outside and grabbing as much fire wood as he could carry before throwing them in the fire pit and lighting them. He got more fire wood to make a better fire and keep it going. He closed the door and got a couple more blankets from the storage cupboard and my comb from our room. Then he filled the kettle with water and placed it near the fire to heat it.

Hiccup then sat behind me and took my hair out of it’s pony tail and took a towel to dry my hair for me as I coughed into my hand.

He always does this. I thought. It was so, so easy for me to get sick no matter what I do. Hiccup had never gotten sick. And he used that as a sign he needed to take care of me as a payment of the amount I had protected him.

My hair was mostly dry after a few minutes and he picked up my comb. He dragged the comb through my dark hair. And he would continue to until my hair was completely dry.

Half way through there was a knock at the door.

I watched Hiccup as he answered it, I tried to hold back a cough in case I had to jump and protect him.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston stood at the door, my ax held by both of them.

“Sigrid forgot this.” Tuffnut started.

“We thought we’d bring it back to her.” Ruffnut finished.

“Oh, thanks.” Hiccups said and reached for it, only to have it pulled back.

“I said, we thought we’d bring it back to her.” Ruffnut snarled.

“Yeah.” Tuffnut continued, “We aren’t going to give it to you.”

I let my cough out as I stood up and headed towards the door. The cold air hit my face hard, but it felt nice.

“Thank you for bringing it back to me.” I said and held my hands out for it.

They both placed it in my palms together.

“Hey,” Tuffnut started, “What stopped you from killing that dragon earlier?”

“I was about to throw up.” I replied shortly, “It threw me off, and I couldn’t stay up with the dragon moving.”

“Well, there’s next time, right?” Ruffnut suggested.

I nodded, “Thanks again.”

“No problem.” They said in usion and left.

Hiccup closed the door and I put my ax next to the door.

Hiccup led me back to the fire and sat me down before continuing to comb my hair dry.

“Hey, Hiccup?” I asked suddenly.

“Yeah?” He asked pausing a moment, he wasn’t used to me speaking during these times. I was usually ashamed for being sick and silent.

“Why couldn’t you kill the night fury?” I asked.

Hiccup paused again, I looked out of the corner of my eye at him. His lips were pressed into a thin line and his eyes transfixed on the floor.

“He was scared like I was.” He finally said, very softly, to point I almost didn’t hear.

I nodded. That’s what I saw. That dragon was afraid. It was strange, I was so used to seeing the fire of anger, hunger and fury on his face. But that nadder was afraid.

I instantly felt horrible. All the dragons felt something other than what we think they do. They’re just like us.

I heard a liquid pour into a cup. I looked up to see Hiccup adding the hot water to a cup for me.

He handed it to me and began to braid my hair in a simple braid. I plugged my nose and chugged the liquid, ignoring the scalding of my tongue. I held my breath a moment after I finished to get the least fowl taste in my mouth.

I sighed when I was done. He took the cup from my hands and put it on the counter. He then helped me up stairs to my half of the room and into bed. He readjusted the blankets around me as I settled down on my bed.

“I’m going to go out for a while.” He told me as he rested his hand on my forehead, “Your cold doesn’t seem to be that bad this time. I’ll be back before night fall and I’ll leave that herbal tea on the counter for your and the kettle hot.”

I nodded to him and turned over to get a little more comfortable.

“Have fun.” I told him.

“Get better.” He told me, and then exited the room and house.

I turned the other direction and started to fall asleep.

Change of heart(A Dagur The Deranged One-Shot)

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“What are you thinking?” Dagur asked me as I looked at him unsure.

“I wondering if this is the best idea you could have.” I replied as I fine tuned the edge of a sword.

“Explain.” He told me.

“You need time before you can get revenge on Hiccup, Dagur.” I told him, “You can’t just rally a bunch of people under you who are good fighters and expect to win, they do have dragons.”

“Then what do you suggest we do, Thora.” He asked.

“We should gather as many troops as we can, on the down low.” She stressed, “As well as strengthen your armada before we even think about attacking head on. And I would like to suggest that when get a good number of troops we leave the archipelago and train before coming back and hitting them when they least expect it.”

Dagur thought about what I said for a moment before nodding, “We’ll do that, then.” He said with a smile, “That’s why I love keeping you around, Thora. You always have a better plan than me.”

“Good to know it’s not just because you love me.” I said sarcastically.

“There are a million reasons why I keep you around.” Dagur said as he sat down next to me and rested his head on my shoulder to watch me as I worked, “And all of them are equal to the reasons why I love you.”

“Don’t try to butter up a girl who has a sword in her hands.” I warned.

“When haven’t you had a sharp object in your hands?”

“When I was born.”

“Dagur, are you sure we should be going this close to Berk?” I asked him as we sailed towards a near by island.

“We’ll be fine, Thora, don’t worry.” Dagur assured from the helm.

“If you’re wrong can I hit you with my hammer?” I asked.

“If it makes you feel better, then yes.” He told me with a chuckle.

I gripped my hammer tightly and let my back hit the mast of the ship. There was something out there in the clouds, I could feel it. And I knew better than to let my guard down when my gut told me something.

Her brown eyes darted across the cloud line, looking for some kind of movement.

“Dragon attack!” I heard behind me.

I whipped around to see the other side of the boat. There was in fact a gronkle and a nadder behind the ship with riders on them. I took a couple steps back as habit, but shook it off and shifted my hammer to my right hand ready to charge.

Dagur’s pov.

Oh, this was magnificent! Two dragons and their riders. One was the girl too, so Hiccup couldn’t be far behind.

I was prepared to get to the catapults when a blood curdling scream wept over the ocean.

I turned around instantly to see Thora being carried off by a monstrous nightmare. Her hammer was thrown on deck haphazardly.

My fingers dug into the wooden railing so hard my knuckles turned white, and my jaw almost snapped out of place when I heard the riders were gone too.

“We’re going after them!” I declared angry with myself for the fact I wasn’t about to do anything but watch, “No!” I contradicted, “We’ll get more recruits and ships before going after her!” I decided, “That way we have better odds of getting her out of there alive. I mean she’s smart so as long as she keeps her mouth shut they’ll keep her alive. Stoik doesn’t have the stomach for blood anyway.”

Thora’s pov.

“Oh Thor! Oh Thor! Oh Thor!” I repeated loudly as I was carried though the sky, my heart was beating so hard I couldn’t distinguish the beats from the dragon’s wing flaps.

“Oh sweet Odin!” I cursed as a boy with long blonde hair in deadlocks came up to eye level with me on the back of a green dragon.

“I don’t know!” He called downwards, “She doesn’t look like a crazy killer! And more than that she looks scared to me!”

“What?” Someone else yelled up to him.

I screamed again.

Another person, this time a girl, with long blonde hair kept in braids came up next to the boy, and I realized what they were ridding.

“Hideous zipple back!” I screamed much more to myself than anyone else in ear shot, “Oh Odin, why?”

“We actually didn’t get to pick.” The boy told me, “Like as much as I like the guy, I would have much rather had a solo dragon away from her.” He pointed to the girl.

“You think I’m happy about sharing my dragon with you?!” She demanded.

“Ruffnut! Tuffnut! Now is not the time!” I heard another girl yell.

I looked over and saw a blonde girl on a deadly nadder.

I began preying to any and every god I could think of for salvation from this bad dream.

“Leave her alone.” Another voice told them sternly.

“Fine.” They said in usion and glided down leaving me to stare at open sky and ocean.

“Where are you taking me?” I yelled back to them hoping someone would answer me, I had calmed down a little having the zipple back out of my face.

“Berk!” The same voice that called the siblings off told me.

“What do you want with me?”

“Hard to say!” He told me.

“Why don’t you just drop me in the ocean and let me drown, or let thunderdrums, or scauldrons, or seashockers get me?”

“That’s just kinda cruel, don’t you think?”

I just sighed, I wasn’t going to get much out of them until they wanted to give me information.

I tried to take a few breaths to calm myself down completely, they weren’t going to kill me just yet. But I found it impossible with the claws of a five plus ton beast carrying me through the skies.

It wasn’t much longer that we came to a land mass. I assumed it was berk.

The dragon that was carrying me, went down into this arena looking structure. I was dropped near the wall to the left of the entrance by the nightmare.

There was a boy ridding it.

Everyone of the ridders got off their dragons, who then started to surround me.

I swallowed hard, and started to back up. There was the monstrous nightmare, the hideous zipple back, a deadly nadder, a gronckle, and a. . .

“Night fury?” I squeaked out, pressing myself against the stone wall.

“Yeah.” Said the same person I was talking to earlier.

“Alright girl, back up a little and giver her some room.” The blonde girl said to the deadly nadder.

“You too Meatlug.” A husky blonde boy told the gronckle, “She doesn’t look to good.”

“Back up a little bud, I don’t think she’ll give us any trouble.” The brunette told the night fury who did as he told.

But as those three dragons got further away, the hideous zipple back got closer. There was only about two feet between me and their faces, I closed my eyes and turned my head the other way to stop myself from seeing my fate. But they didn’t get any closer than that.

The unmistakable roar of a monstrous nightmare echoed throughout the stone structure.

I opened one of my eyes to see what was going on. The hideous zipple back had backed off, the same monstrous nightmare that had carried me off was standing about ten feet from me looking angrily at the other dragons.

My legs lost feeling at that moment and slid down the wall until I was sitting in the fetal position.

“Non of the dragons are going to hurt you.” The brunette assured me as he inched closer trying not to startle me anymore than he could see I was, “I promise you that.”

I swallowed and hugged my knees as he knelt down in front of me. I had realized that he was missing a leg, was this who Dagur was after?

“My name is Hiccup.” He told me with a smile.

Well that answers that question.

“This is Astrid,” He pointed to the girl with the deadly nadder, “Fishlegs,” The husky one with the gronckle, “The twins, Ruffnut and, Tuffnut,” He pointed to the girl with the long braids when he said Ruffnut and the boy with the dreadlocks when he said Tuffnut, “And that is Snotlout.” He pointed to the short boy with black hair who stood next to the monstrous nightmare.

He smiled at me waiting for me to tell him my name.

“I’m Thora.” I almost whispered.

Hiccup looked surprised a second and then he smiled bigger at me, “You’re lucky to be named after such a strong God.”

I shrugged.

“Why were you with Dagur on his ship?” The girl named Astrid asked as she stepped forward a little.

“Dagur was, and to many people on berzerk still is, the chief.” I started, “When he came back, and asked me to come with him, I couldn’t really say no.”

“Why would he want you?” The twin, Tuffnut asked, “Like no offence, but you don’t really look like the kind of person who would be best on the battle field.”

I swallowed, “I’m a skilled black smith.” I told them, “He wanted me to come to keep him in supply.”

“Wait.” Astrid said suddenly, “Are you THE Thora Pilkvist of Berzerk? As in the same legendary black smith?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call myself legendary.” I said more to myself, “I mean I lack a lot of experience, but the hard work I’ve put in has defiantly made my name.”

“You are!” She exclaimed.

“That is my name, and where I hail from yes.” I said softly.

“I am such a big fan!” She exclaimed, “Your work is inspiring!”

“I traded Johan a hefty price for that one mace, and it was so worth it!” Tuffnut exclaimed, “The quality, how it felt in my hands, you woman have a gift from the gods.”

“Thank you?” I said more to myself as he and Astrid went off on the weapons they had gotten from my handy work.

“Sorry about this.” Hiccup apologised to me for their weirdness.

“Believe it or not, I have seen much stranger walk into my forge.” I told him as the two started almost squealing like little girls about how long the sharp edge lasts as Ruffnut joined in.

“So what are we going to do with her?” Fishlegs asked as he walked up to the brunette.

“The best thing to do right now is keep her as far away from Dagur as we can.” He said and stood up.

“No!” I exclaimed. Hiccup stopped and stared at me, everyone stared at me. I clambered up to my feet awkwardly, “Trust me.” I assured him, “Dagur will stop at nothing to get me back now that I’m gone.”

“And how do you know?” Tuffnut asked getting right up in my face to ask that.

“Because it’s happened once before.” I said more as a question than a statement.

“When?” The blonde demanded.

“When he came back to Berzerk.” I said, “My father was one of few who no longer saw Dagur as the rightful chief since he wasn’t dead, and because he wanted me to come with him, Dagur just about offed my father to get what he wanted.”

“Sounds like Dagur, alright.”

My attention shot from the blonde way to close to me to the entrance of the arena.

A tall man with a bushy red beard came through with a blonde man that had a long mustache.

“Are you seriously Thora Pilkvist?” The blonde asked as he looked me up and down.

I shifted slightly, because Tuffnut was still too close for my comfort but nodded.

“Not what you were expecting?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I thought you’d a been taller.” He said and scratched his chin.

“Regardless, we can’t allow her back to Dagur if he is out and building his armada.” The red hair told Hiccup.

“Dad, I already know that. But she just warned us Dagur’ll do whatever it takes to get her back.”

“Son-

“I am not saying we just give her back, but what I am saying is we need to think about this rationally and weigh out all the options before making any rash decisions.” Hiccup said and put his hands up in defence.

“Speaking of rash decisions,” I said gaining their attention, “Could someone please get him off me.”

Before any of them could say anything, the monstrous nightmare shot his head forward successfully knocking the blonde far away from me. I jumped back as best I could with the wall still behind me.

The dragon then turned to look at me, I was pressed against the wall and breathing heavily as it just stared at me for a few seconds and then slowly pulled its head back to its body.

“What’s up with you, Hookfang?” Snotlout demanded from the dragon. He got no reply other than smoke being blown out of the dragon’s nostrils.

“He has been acting kinda weird since we touched down.” Astrid noted, “Maybe we should bring him to Gothi.”

“That sounds like a good idea.” Hiccup added, “But what do we do with her?”

“I want to see if this little miss is actually the legendary black smith.” The blonde man said to them, “It’s easy to say the name but hard to back it up.”

“Don’t scare her, Gobber.” The red head told him, “We still need her.”

“No problem.” The one known as Gobber said, “Grump’ll keep her in check.”

“Actually,” Hiccup started, “It seems she’s afraid of dragons.”

“Really?” The two asked in usion.

Hiccup nodded, “Yeah, we couldn’t believe it either. But, hey, each it be their own, right?”

“Well, she’s not going to adjust here any time soon.” Gobber said to the two men before turning his attention to me, “Come on lass, we’re burning day light.”

I swallowed before pushing off the wall and advancing slowly.

“Don’t worry,” The red haired man told me, “The dragons will not attack you unprovoked.”

I nodded, not really believing him. They lead me out of the arena place.

“Come on, Hookfang.” I heard Snotlout call to his dragon behind me. Then I heard a loud whack sound, I looked over my shoulder to see the boy face first into the side of the rock wall and the dragon following us.

I had to stop my skin from crawling as the huge lizard shadowed us. The red haired man broke off after a short while leaving me with the blonde man, Gobber.

He led me into my domain, the smithy. I swallowed hard as I entered and then jumped back seeing the hotburple near the fire.

The monstrous nightmare stuck its head through the window and roared at the bolder class dragon. The hotburple then slowly and lazily exited the smithy as the nightmare pulled its head out and then curled up and sat down outside the smithy.

I just stared at the red dragon dumbfounded. What just happened?

“Well, I’ve never seen that before.” Gobber said as he passed me a sword and a hammer, “Fine tune it.” He told me.

I nodded and stuck the sword in the hearth, adjusting the temperature with air until the metal was the colour I wanted.

“Welcome aboard!” I exclaimed to the warriors who stepped onto my ship, “We are glad to have you.”

As they passed him, Dagur turned to Savage who was behind him looking at a couple pieces of paper.

“How many do we have now?” He growled.

“We have a total of six ships and one hundred men.” Savage replied, “However according to miss Thora’s specifications, we’re hardly half way there.”

“Well get us there!” Dagur yelled at him and stormed off below deck. The red head sat on a crate and put his head in his hands. She was gone, all gone, and there was nothing he could do at the moment but build his forces. That’s all he ever could do for her, protect him to best of his abilities. But now he failed. Now he didn’t even know for sure if she was alive. He held back a sob, as he started to laugh. He always protected her. And there was nothing that was going to step in his way this time.

I ran the still glowing sword over the sharpening wheel until the sides were red and the middle a dull orange. Then I plunged the metal into the bucket of water near by.

I thumbed it over once and returned it to the wheel, all the while being stared at by the Berkian black smith like I was stupid. When I was happy with the edge I presented it to him.

He took the sword and looked over it very closely. He took a practice swing at a wooden pillar close by, the wood fell to the floor with a clean cut along the edge.

“I’ll be. . ” He drifted off looking over the weapon again, “You really are who you claim to be, the legend!”

“I never claimed to be a legend!” I told him, “I only said my name.”

“You were born with a gift to feel the metal.” Gobber said, “It’s amazing.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say that.” I started but was ignored.

“I never thought about sharpening a sword while it was still hot.”

“It can work for axes too, if the metal is hard enough.”

“Really?” He asked and whipped around to talk to me.

I nodded, “They keep their edge longer that way.”

“I never thought about that.”

“Hookfang!” I looked over to see Snotlout advancing towards us, and his dragon.

“Come on boy.” He said and climbed onto the dragon’s neck, “We have to go see Gothi and make sure you’re okay.”

Hookfang snapped his neck backwards sending the boy flying back and landing in a pile of sheep.

“Hookfang!” He exclaimed.

“Well this is odd.” Hiccup said as he approached the scene with Astrid and an old woman with grey hair in two braids.

“Not really, Hookfang’s done this many times before.” Astrid told him.

“Not like this.” Hiccup told her, “And not so suddenly.”

The old woman approached the dragon and put her hand out. Hookfang didn’t move. She started to circle the beast, looking under his wings and at his tail. The she got really close to him, she just stared at him in the eye for a moment before writing something in the dirt.

“She says there’s nothing wrong with him as far as she can tell.” Gobber said as he read what was written.

“Impossible!” Snotlout said marching back over, “There is something wrong, and there’s been something wrong since she stepped foot on this island!” He turned and pointed an accusing finger at me.

“Snotlout!” Astrid started, “You saw her in the arena, you heard her on the way over here! She’s terrified of dragons! How could she even do something like that?”

“Maybe she’s magic, ever think of that?” Snotlout shot back.

Hiccup looked unamused as he looked up from the boy and over to me, “Thora.” He started, “Do you happen to posses magic skills in manipulation of any kind?”

I crossed my arms over my abdomen, “I wish.”

“See?” Hiccup asked Snotlout.

“Then why is my dragon following you like a lot puppy?!” He yelled as he approached me.

“How should I know!?” I shot back, “I’m not a dragon trainer, if he’s yours you should be able to tell why that is! I don’t even like him!”

“See that, Hookfang, she doesn’t like you- Hookfang?” Snotlout asked eyes darting everywhere.

“Hookfang!?” He called out hoping for a reply from the dragon, “Oh no.” He looked very nervous as he ran out of the smithy and looked back and forth before turning around glaring daggers at me, “You did this!”

“What did I do?” I snarled at him.

“You made him run away!” He accused.

“Snotlout may actually be right.” Astrid said.

“Yeah I am!” Snotlout exclaimed.

“He is?” Hiccup and Gobber asked at the same time.

“Think about it this way,” She started, “When you like someone what would you usually do?”

“Try to prove myself.”

“Show off how great I am.”

“Make them an amazing weapon of their choice.”

“Exactly!” She exclaimed, “Hookfang is trying to prove himself, and show off how powerful he is by getting other dragons to stay away and getting Tuff off Thora.”

“Me?”

“What about the weapon?” Gobber asked, “It’s a good idea!”

“Yes, you.” Astrid said and advanced forward to me, “Something about you, he likes. And you saying you didn’t like him must have hit a cord and made him leave. That explains why he’s been following her, why he got Barf and Belch off her, and why he hit Tuffnut. It makes sence!”

“So how do we make him, you know, unlike her?” Snotlout asked.

“We can’t.” Astrid said and rolled her eyes.

“In case you haven’t noticed, Astrid.” Snotlout said and approached us, “She’s a Berzerker! We need to use her to lure Dagur forward and take him on! She’s the perfect bait.”

“We’ve already thought of that, Snotlout.” Hiccup said calmly.

“You have?” Snotlout and I asked together.

He nodded, “But first, we need you to make up with, Hookfang.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to do that?” I asked and put my hands on my hips.

“I have a few ideas.”

Astrid said and put her arm around my shoulders.

I took deep, deep breaths as Hiccup instructed me on what to do as Astrid put a salmon in my hands.

“Got it?” Hiccup asked me.

“Not really.” I replied.

“You’ll be fine.” Hiccup said and put a hand on my shoulder as he led me around the house to where the dragon lay, “Hookfang is a nice dragon, he likes you already so you have an advantage, and I’ll be right here incase you really need help.”

“And then you’re going to bring me back to Dagur and his armada, right?” I asked him for good measure. Hiccup had said that if I got Hookfang to feel better he would bring me back to Dagur before He could do any real damage through out the archipelago.

“Yes.” He told me for the umpteenth time, “Now go.”

I nodded and took another deep breath as I rounded the corner slowly. I approached with caution.

The dragon turned his head to look at me, then stood up and turned away.

“Wait!” I called to him, the dragon paused, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did earlier, it was without a doubt uncalled for. I don’t actually know you, so I can’t really say whether or not I like you or not, but you are defiantly not like the other dragons. If you would just sit and talk to me for a minute, maybe I would like you.”

Hookfang turned around to face me and layed down so we were more eye level.

“Maybe, we should start over.” I said a little hurriedly, then swallowed before I took a deep breath, “Hi, my name is Thora. You’re Hookfang, right?” He nodded, “It’s a nice name.” I told him with a forced smile.

“I named him!” I heard Snotlout yell to me.

“Do you like salmon?” I asked the dragon, who then nodded again, “I heard that, so to make some peace, I brought you this. Take it.” I offered the dragon the fish with a lot less enthusiasm than talking to him. Hookfang reached his head forward slowly as to not make any sudden movement to calm me down, then he looked at me to make sure I was okay with feeding him. I nodded and he gently took the fish from my hands before downing it.

“Good?” I asked him, he nodded again. I had nothing else so I looked over to where Hiccup, Astrid and Snotlout were.

“Make a bond with him!” Hiccup whisper yelled over to me.

“He’s my dragon!” Snotlout exclaimed.

“Do you want to fly him again?” Astrid asked as hit him.

“How do I do that?” I asked.

“Put your hand out like this.” He showed me what to do, “And talk to him while you do it.”

I swallowed again, and took a small step back.

“I understand you’re a good dragon, Hookfang.” I said as I hesitated, “But I’ve had quite a few bad encounters with dragons. I mean, back on Berzerk, we’re still at war with dragons.” I hesitated again, “Because of these experiences I became afraid of dragons, monstrous nightmares and hideous zipple backs the most. And I’m even more scared because my savior isn’t here with me right now.” Again, “Look at me calling him my savior, in a way I guess he is.” Again, and I took another step back, “He always protected me from dragons when I was a kid and there were raids, but I guess that brings back bad memories for you so I wont go into that if you don’t want me to, you don’t want me to, do you?” Hookfang nodded.

“Really?” I asked, he nodded again.

“It’s a long story.” I started, my back hit the side of the hut. I took a few more deep breaths, “I’ll tell you what made me afraid of dragons, if you promise not kill me, deal?” He nodded again.

I took another deep breath as I slowly slid down the side of the building until I was sitting across from him.

“I was about nine years old, until that point I hadn’t exactly had an oppionon of dragons just that they were there and it would one day be my job to make weapons against them.” I started, “This one night, there was a dragon attack. I ran with my father for protection until we got to the town, then he went to the docks and I had to go to the other side of the island to the smithy. Somewhere along the lines a hideous zipple back caught sight of me and chased me, cutting me off one way, and then eventually cornering me between a giant slope and a burned building. I thought I was going to die at that moment when their heads came closer. But they stopped, and a monstrous nightmare came charging at them full body flamed. I realized that the zipple back was an adolescent, and the nightmare was fully grown. After it chased them off, the nightmare turned its attention to me. It had its jaws open ready to either eat me or send out a fire ball, I don’t know. But before either of those could happen, a grappling rope came out of no where. It closed his jaws. And then this one little boy who was only a couple years older than me, he came out of the same place. And he took on the nightmare. He saved me, and in the process he killed the dragon. His first kill, for me. The boy was a mile past crazy. He still is, but he’d never let anything hurt me. He even said I had a way with animals so maybe that’s why you like me? I’m just rambling now, I’m sorry.” I smiled at him, this time it wasn’t forced.

The dragon looked like he was smiling too.

“You aren’t what I expected, Hookfang.” I said and slowly got up, “You aren’t like the nightmares I remember, and I’m glad. Because if you were, we couldn’t be friends.” I hesitantly stuck out my left hand towards his snout, he nuzzled my hand instantly.

I gasped at the feeling, partly because I was touching a dragon, or it was touching me, partly because I had just become friends with a dragon, and partly because of how cold his skin was.

“I always thought you guys had hot skin because you can light yourselves on fire.” I said and put both hands on his snout, still breathing heavily, “It’s not so bad.” I said to myself, “You’ve been over reacting your entire life. You’re a good boy, Hookfang.”

He made a noise that caused me to flinch.

“You did it.” Hiccup said coming up to me with the others.

“And he’s my dragon.”

“Yeah, I did didn’t I?”

“Are you okay?” Astrid asked me, “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I just might.” I admitted, “It’s a lot to take in.”

“It can be.” Hiccup said to me.

“So, when are you taking me back to Dagur?” I asked.

The look on his face dropped for a split second, but I caught it.

“Soon.” He said quickly, “Very soon, I just need to check in with my dad, saddle up Toothless, get the others ready, and prepare myself for a possible ambush. Shouldn’t take more than a day.”

“A day?” I exclaimed, “Do you realize what could happen in a day with him?”

“You seen of fully egar to get back to Dagur.” Astrid observed.

“I am what keeps him grounded.” I assured her, “He goes from zero to berzerk in two point five seconds if I’m not around.”

“Just give me some time.” Hiccup said, “I’ll sort it all out, just for right now, I don’t know. Go back and see Gobber at the forge, or if you don’t want to you can hang out with Astrid.”

“You can’t stay with Hookfang.” Snotlout said as he pushed me away from the dragon, “He’s mine.”

“I’ll go back to the forge then.” I said.

“I’ll make sure you don’t get lost.” Astrid offered.

“Thanks.” I said and pulled away from Hookfang.

We turned and started to head off, but I stopped when I heard Snotlout speak.

“Hookfang, you stay here!” He yelled at the dragon who then flicked him out of the way with his tail.

I walked back a few feet to the large dragon and put my hand out again, Hookfang returned the gesture instantly.

“You have to stay here with your trainer.” I told him softly and rubbed his snout, “You can’t keep following me, okay?” He looked really sad when I said that, but he nodded anyway, “Maybe when everything gets sorted out, we could have lunch again.” He perked up at that, and then did something I never thought would ever happen to me.

Hookfang broke contact then brought his head downward and then flicked it up, all the while dragging his tongue up my body. My torso to my head was covered in dragon saliva, which was dripping downward.

I wiped a little away from my face before talking to him, “Can I take that as a yes?”

He licked me again.

“Alright.” I said tried to wipe it all off of my face, “I will see you later.”

Astrid and I walked off as Hookfang sat down and watched us leave.

We walked a little bit, and I realized the forge wasn’t in sight.

“Isn’t the forge in the other direction?” I asked Astrid.

“We aren’t going to the forge.” She told me.

“Then where are we going?”I asked.

“You’ll see.” She said simply.

“You should be a tour guide here for Berk.” I told her, “You’re so informative.”

She just rolled her eyes and picked up her pace.

—-

“How many do we have now?” Dagur asked Savage impatiently.

“We just two hundred and forty-three solders, and fifteen boats.” Savage replied looking a piece of parchment, “We have exactly half of what miss Thora has written we should have.”

“It’s good enough!” Dagur exclaimed and trudged onto the ship, “We’re going after her, now!”

“What ever you say Dagur.” Savage said and rolled up the parchment before following the man onto the ship, “I’m sure these were drawn up by miss Thora on her thinking we wouldn’t be prepared.”

“Are you calling her stupid for thinking we would need more men than this?” Dagur asked getting up in Savage’s fave.

“No sir!” Savage defended, “I know first hand how intelligent miss Thora is in her planning, I was merely stating that in the situation at hand we aren’t going to need as many men as she had drawn out for us, because of the amount of berzerkers that are here, so we can get her back no problem.”

“That’s what I thought you said.” Dagur growled, “Set course for Berk!”

“Come on.” Astrid said and grabbed my arm, pulling me inside a building. I knew where we were instantly seeing the bars on the doors.

There was one cell already open, and despite my struggle I was forced in the cell with the door shut behind me.

“Hiccup, promised!” I shouted.

“Hiccup isn’t the chief of Berk!” Astrid shot back, “These are Stoik’s orders.”

“Astrid, you do not understand!” I plead, “Whether Dagur has twenty men or two hundred he will rain down on Berk to find me without mercy. The only hope is to get me back to him.”

“And then what are you going to do?” She snapped, “Make proper calculations about our weather patterns in order to pin point the perfect time to strike!?”

“No. Dagur is currently blinded by the fact he got his freedom.” I told her hanging onto the bars of the cell, “He’s going to be sloppy and under prepared without me there with him, he needs me.”

“Why is it you’re so adamant on getting back to that, thing!” Astrid exclaimed with lack of a better word.

“Because I owe him my live.” I told her, “I know you were listening when I was telling Hookfang the story. The boy that killed the monstrous nightmare in order to save me was Dagur. He took it down because he didn’t want anything to happen to me. And now I need to return the favor.”

“It’s sweet of you to want to do that.” Astrid said calmly, “But Dagur is currently our enemy, meaning so are you.”

She left with those words. I slid down the bars until I was siting between my calves. I wasn’t going to be able to get back to him. Ever.

I rested my head against the cool metal of the bars, I wasn’t going to be able to get to him. Not soon anyway.

“We’re only shadowing her.” Hiccup said to the others around him. The door to the great hall opened and Astrid walked in.

“How did it go?” Hiccup asked her.

“It could have gone worse.” She said with a shrug.

Hiccup nodded knowing she didn’t want to talk about it, “We’re getting a boat set up for you right now. Why don’t you go get ready.”

“How come Astrid always gets to play the part?” Ruff asked as Astrid started to leave.

“Because she usually has the hair length for it, and she can stay in character.” Hiccup told the female twin.

Ruff sighed and slumped against the table.

“Come on,” Tuff said getting up, “We have to feed our dragon for this to work.”

I sat in the cell, knees up to my chest. There was no one here, and there was no way I would be able to get out, get a boat and get to Dagur before they did.

I heard the door open and looked up to see who it was.

Snotlout.

“You need to fix my dragon again.” He growled at me as he opened my cell.

“And what’s wrong with him this time?” I asked and slowly stood up.

“He’s not going with me, and he have a job to do.”

“What job?” I asked with a raised eye brow.

“We’re taking care of Dagur.” He told me in a ‘duh’ tone, “Astrid’s dressing up like you in order to gain access inside, and then we’re gonna take him in.”

I swallowed, not because they were going to take in Dagur, but because of what Astrid is going to do after I warned her.

“He’ll know it’s not me almost instantly.” I told him with a half laugh.

“That’s why we’re shadowing her.” He told me again.

“Have you spotted his ships?” I asked needing this vital piece of information,

“Yeah, patrol spotted him heading this was from the south west. We’ll get him, so fix my dragon!” He told me.

I walked forward to him, he moved so I could exit the cell.

“You’re a good person, Snotlout.” I told him as I stopped right in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “I can see where Hookfang got it.”

He couldn’t say anything as a reply because of the pressure I put on his pressure point causing him to fall unconscious. I dragged him back into the cell and closed it. That’ll keep him out of my hair for a little while.

I exited the prison cautiously incase there was anyone around, and there was. Hookfang to be exact. He looked sad, but then turned happy when he saw me.

“Hi, Hookfang.” I said with a smile, I didn’t need a boat now, “Snotlout said you needed cheering up, how about a flight?”

Hookfang nodded ferociously. I put out my hand gently, and he returned the gesture. Then he lowered his head so I could get on.

“Okay,” I said and went to where the saddle was, “I have never in my life done this before, so please be easy with me.” I got on and held onto his horns.

“Alright,” I said keeping a firm grip on the horns as I prepared myself, “Up, Hookfang.”

He took off, fast but gently. I held back a shriek in the process.

“How about we go south west?” I suggested to him. Hookfang then turned and went into the direction. The flight itself was smooth, I was only jarred slightly by the wing flaps.

We flew for a few minutes, before I realized we needed a plan.

“Hookfang, can I be honest with you?” He let out a low roar as a reply, “Up ahead is where I belong. That’s where I’m going to stay, now before you stop me, you need to know that Astrid is going to be in danger, quite possibly it’s going to be grave danger. Dagur is going to know she isn’t me, and he’s more than likely going to kill her when he finds out. I’m going to jump down on the ship and call off any and all attacks directed to you, and then you need to loop around and pick up Astrid. Okay?”

He didn’t reply, he just narrowed his eyes and slowed down.

“I know, you don’t want me to leave, but we live on different ends of the spectrum.” I told him, “You live where people have made peace with the dragons and you can live with humans like it’s nothing. I live where dragons are still enemies, and most people will kill them on sight.” I explained, “You’re different from the other dragons, and I know that, and that’s why I’m talking to you about this, because I know you’ll care about your rider’s friends, and Astrid is one of them. Maybe one day when the world changes to accept dragons for what they actually are and not what they used to be, you could come with me. But even if the world doesn’t know how amazing dragons are, my thoughts of them have been changed by you. I’m not afraid of dragons anymore, because I met you Hookfang. But I need your help, Astrid needs your help.”

Hookfang let out a loud roar and sped up going ahead.

In a few more minutes we came across the other dragon riders up a head.

“Glad you could join us, Snotlout.” Hiccup said sarcastically as he looked at the boats below him.

“Snotlout is currently unavailable.” I told him, Hookfang paused and hovered with the other.

“Thora?” They all asked in shock.

“Who were you expecting?” I asked them, “You promised me you would get me back to Dagur if I made it up to Hookfang, and I told you that Dagur would stop at nothing to get me back, and for the record; when Dagur find’s out Astrid isn’t me, he’s more than likely probably going to kill her, or keep her hostage in exchange for me.”

“You just decide to tell us this now!?” Tuffnut exclaimed.

“I told you guys that repeatedly.” I snarled.

A smaller boat approached the larger ones.

“Oh no.” I said.

“Just wait, Astrid isn’t a push over.” Hiccup told me,

“Astrid isn’t me.” I snapped.

“She can handle herself.”

“On Berk, yes I agree. Out here on the open ocean, surrounded by berzerkers and Dagur’s followers, without her dragon?” I asked, “She has about the same chance of survival as mutton on the dinner table.”

Hiccup and I bickered back and forth for a few moments, before I realized that Dagur was going to take Astrid below deck.

Astrid took a deep breath as she approached the armada, she had no true idea of how Thora acted with Dagur. She figured since they were friends it wouldn’t be much different than her and Hiccup.

She shifted a little under Dagur’s gaze and how he glared at the boat, before his face lit up. Astrid was now confused.

Dagur himself threw a rope out to the smaller boat and hauled it in towards him, before he stepped onto the edge of the smaller boat and picked the girl up at her waist and placed her gently on the deck of the bigger boat.

“Are you hurt?” Was the first thing he asked as he started to circle her like a vulture, “The berkians didn’t starve you, or harm you in anyway, right?” He asked as he continued his circles, “You must have been so terrified.” He said and gently placed his hand on Astrid’s cheek, “Being carried off by that dragon, a monstrous nightmare no less, and then you were probably surrounded by them when you got back to berk, and I wasn’t there to protect you or anything! Well, I swear on my Berzerker honour that from now on I will protect you from everything, especially dragons until the day I die! What do you say Thora? After everything we’ve gone through together, become my wife now! Oh, what am I thinking, you don’t have to answer me right now, you’re probably exhausted from what you just went through. Come on, I’ll get you some mutton and warm yak milk, and then you can settle down for a nap. And we’ll talk about everything in the morning when your ready. I promise, and you know I don’t got back on my promises to you.”

Astrid never even got the chance to get a word in with how fast he was talking, and it had dawned on her why Thora had said she could calm him down, why he needed her, why he would indeed never stop at anything until Dagur had Thora back. He loved her with his entire heart, however small it was, and she felt the same.

Then Astrid realized the situation she just got herself in, as Dagur dragged her towards the trap door leading below deck.

“Remember the plan, Hookfang?” I asked as I rubbed the top of his head, he let out a growl to say yes.

“What are you-?” Hiccup started to ask but couldn’t finish.

“Let’s go!” I said and we dove down.

“Dagur!” Savage called to the red head, “We have a dragon attack.” He pointed to the single monstrous nightmare heading straight for them.

“Get below deck.” Dagur told Astrid, “I’m not losing you again.”

Astrid was frozen on the spot, that was Hookfang, what was going on?

“Get ready.” I told Hookfang before I jumped off him onto the deck of the same ship Dagur was on, “Hold all fire!” I shouted to the armada.

Dagur looked completely confused as I approached him, his head kept darting back and forth between me and Astrid.

“You’re the imposter!” Dagur said pointing an accusing finger at me.

“Yes! Because the imposter always comes in after the real one.” I growled, “Check her eyes and neck closer, moron!” I said and crossed my arms over my chest.

Dagur whipped around and stared at Astrid, it finally clicked in his head as he grabbed her by the hair.

“I thought something was off when she didn’t hug me.” He growled, then something else clicked, “Did you just come in on a dragon?” He asked me.

“Long story.” I said with a smile as I approached him and grabbed Astrid from him, “I told you, you wouldn’t fool him.” I growled at her.

Astrid fought as best she could with me holding her hair and one arm behind her back.

“Since when were you this strong?” She demanded.

“You caught me off guard that one time.” I hissed and brought her to the edge of the ship, “It’s amazing what years of working in a forge can do to one’s body.”

She glared at me and gritted her teeth.

“Hookfang!” I called, the dragon turned sharply around heading towards us, I threw the natural blonde up in the air just as Hookfang passed over us. He caught her in his claws and flew off, sparing no glance back. I smiled at the sight at hand he really was a good dragon.

I saw a net try to go after it.

I gritted my teeth and yelled, “I said, hold all fire!”

“Who says you’re the boss!?” A new man asked with a scoff.

“I did.” Dagur growled coming up to my side.

The newbie muttered an apology.

“We should head outside of the archipelago.” I told Dagur.

“Probably the best thing to do at the moment.” He told me, “I’ve made arrangements for new ships to be delivered to us.”

I nodded, “We’ll lay low until then.”

Dagur wrapped and arm around my shoulders and led me down below deck.

“We have a lot we need to talk about.” He said as he entered the captain’s chambers, the room he and I shared.

“Yeah.” I said as he took a seat on the bed, “We do.”

 

No Way Out(A HTTYD Love Story Part 18)

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The group was all sitting at the park near the pond. Tuff pulled off little pieces of the rest of his breakfast bun and threw them at the ducks. No one had eaten much if anything that morning, or the days past. When they hung out with one another they tried to put on brave faces and attempt to eat something for the others to show that they would still be okay without having their friend.

But no one pushed Tuff. He was the only who didn’t care when anyone wanted him to eat, or sleep, or anything.

Spitelout and Stoik called in sick that day, they were both in dread. Gobber didn’t open the diner that morning either. They were all silently mourning their friend who had left for their own good. And they felt horrible about it.

Zaidah took deep breaths as she meditated, she was ready for it. She was ready for her end.

There was a knock on her cell bars, she opened her eyes slowly to see who was there.

An armed officer with the same C.I.A. agent as before.

Zaidah pushed herself upright and made her way to the door, she leaned on the iron and looked at them coolly.

“The offer’s still open, Ms. Blodvist.” The agent said.

“And I told you to leave me alone.” She retorted.

The agent sighed, “I’ll be honest as to why I offered you the deal.” He told her.

“You want my help getting into the minds of the mobsters over seas, finding out who’s responsible for what, where and how the import their goods to America, finding them out here, and I’ll also assume that you want help in the gang wars that are going on, specifically in this prison.” Zaidah said catching him off guard, “Knowing what others are thinking is how I made it this far. And I want what I know to die with me.”

“I don’t think you understand.” He started.

“I don’t think you understand.” Zaidah snapped, “It’s my life, my decision, and how do you know that if I do take your deal I won’t just run off the second I’m out of your sight.”

“We make it customary to implant a tracker chip in the person.” He explained.

“Heads up, some people’s body’s can’t function with a micro chip in them. I’m one of them.”

“I still think your making a mistake.”

“And I think you’re wasting your time, or more importantly, mine.” Zaidah told him, “If this is a mistake it’s mine to make. Don’t tell me otherwise.”

“If you change your mind,” The agent started, “The offer is open as long as you’re still alive.”

Zaidah nodded, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

The agent and officer left, Zaidah did a hand stand so her back was against the cells wall and then lowered herself so she was supported by her elbows. She took a deep breath and went back to meditating.

Later that night Snotlout, Hiccup, Astrid, Fishlegs, Ruff, Tuff, Spitelout, Stoik, and Gobber were sitting around the kitchen table at Stoik’s house. Tuff had made dinner for the occasion.

“What is it?” Snotlout asked poking at the redish-purpleish concoction.

“Borscht.” Tuff replied shortly as he finished laddling out for everyone at the table, “It’s a traditional Russian dish, Carstella loves it apparently.”

“Tuff,” Astrid started softly, but apparently he didn’t hear her.

“It’s actually a lot of fun to make.” He said as he sat down, “Yeah, the smell of boiling cabbage isn’t the best, but when you throw in beats and seasonings, it ends up being amazing. I looked up this recipe online in hopes of cooking it for her, but I guess it’s not going to happen now. But, ya’ know at the same time I think she’d want me to share this with you. Now it has a funny taste, but it’s really good when you get used to it.”

“Why would she want you to share this with us?” Ruff asked in disgust as let the liquid in her spoon drop back down into her bowl.

“She said to me that it can make good memories with those around you, and I think it can bring people together.” Tuff said with a smile, “You know her father actually took the time between killing, exporting drugs and guns, and being an asshole to teach her how to cook this stuff.”

Zaidah stared at her hands as the person behind her shaved her head down to the skull. She had less than a half hour until she was going to meet an electrifying end.

She thought of those who she was leaving behind, whose who had become her friends, and those who she loved. But she couldn’t bring herself to stop this and go back to them, not when they could get hurt again.

Another officer came to her cell door and just stared at her as she got her head shaved.

“We’re done.” The man behind her said as he started to pack up his clippers.

Zaidah ran a hand over her now buzzed hair. The dark tuffs on the floor indicated her time was coming to an end.

“At the very least try it.” Tuff barked at the rest of the table.

Everyone looked between the others and their soups.

Tuff shrugged and went for a bite of his own bowl, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

Zaidah was placed in cuffs as she was escorted to the execution room.

She was sat down in the chair and strapped in tightly. She took deep breaths waiting for the inevitable.

Hiccup was the first to raise the spoon to his mouth, after a short moment he swallowed.

“It is kinda weird,” He started, but filled his spoon again, “But it’s good.”

Astrid and Spitelout were next to follow the example, and they agreed; it was strange, but it was good.

The rest soon followed suit.

“Is there anything you would like to say before you go through with this?” An officer in the room asked her.

“do svidaniya miru , i lyudi, kotorykh ya lyublyu(1).” She said quietly.

The cloth was then draped over her face as the circuit warmed up.

“It does make memories.” Fishlegs said as he stared at his empty bowl.

“I don’t think this is a good one.” Rudd pointed out.

“Whether it is or not,” Stoik said with a serious look on his face, “We should celebrate having her in our lives even if it was for just a short amount of time.”

“Seconds, anyone?” Tuff asked to lighten the mood a little.

Pain went shooting through the girl as the lever was pulled down. She didn’t say a word as we nails dug into the arm rests. She could feel saliva, or was it blood, dripping down the sides of her mouth. Zaidah knew she was dying, and oddly she felt releaved.

It all stopped suddenly, and she felt herself leaning forward as much as she could gasping for breath.

“What the hell happened?” An officer demanded from the executioner.

“It just stopped.” The executioner said in shock as he went over the switches again. He pulled the lever down, but there was nothing. There was nothing.

Every one in the room looked at each other in shock.

“Officer?” Zaidah choked out as she spit up blood.

“What?” He demanded of her.

“Could you please contact that C.I.A. agent who was here earlier? I would like to talk to him.”

They sat around sadly marathoning Disney movies they would watch as children.

“Think she ever saw these movies?” Ruff asked out of the blue.

“Probably not.” Tuff told her, “She didn’t even know who Santa Clause was.”

“Sad.” Fishlegs moaned as he stared down at his feet.

“Tell me about it.” Tuff said sarcastically.

“That’s my counter offer.” The red eyed girl told the agent from her hospital bed, she was still cuffed, being a prisoner, but she was in the room with just him.

“Are you sure you want to be in the same area as before?” He asked.

She looked at him coldly, “The entire reason I’m talking to you right now, is because of that area. I would also like protection for whatever family I have in the future for the rest of their lives, but that come when they do.”

The agent nodded, “I know I can get you back in the same apartment in that area, and you’ll be under full protection, but that children will be another story.”

“As I said,” She said hoarsely, “That can occur when they happen, until then don’t worry about it too much.”

He nodded, “You recover, once that’s done you’ll be discharged and at work.”

The red eyed girl nodded, and the agent left.

“I can’t believe I just did that.” She sighed rubbed her face with her unrestrained hand.

(1)do svidaniya miru , i lyudi, kotorykh ya lyublyu =Good bye to the world, and the people I love