Storm: Time for the disclaimer Combat and scroll down for ANs
Combat: Fine, we do not owe httyd, we only owe our ocs who by the way are badass
Storm: SHUT UP THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW OUR OCS AND DON'T TRY MAKE THEM SOUND LIKE MARY SUE OR GARY SUE!
Prologue
Thunder rumbled in the distance, the dark skies cries its tears of joy but no one can really tell, it could be tears of despair. Vikings of all shape and size gathered in the great hall, all anxious to finally to hear the name of the chief's new heir. His wife stood by his side, holding their child in her arms. As the chief raised his hand for attention, a shadow of silence spread across the great hall.
"Vikings, we are gathered here today for the birth of my heir," A look of pride was painted on his face; anyone can see his strength and wisdom just by looking him in the eye. His wife was radiating with beauty and happiness, she caressed her child's soft face. The tribe of Vikings were curious and desperate to see what the child looks like.
"Let Freyja the goddess of love, beauty, battle and death; spread her wings of joy, Let Tho-"The door slammed open, a hunched figure stood at the door way and began pushing its way to the chief.
"Don't let the thunder sway, don't let thunder sway, the thunder will destroy you, the thunder will you betray unless the lighting hinders!"The figure croaked out and fell dead; some Vikings dragged its body out and closed the doors as the rest were in an uproar. The chief frowned but ignored it and continued his speech.
"My heir shall be called Tyrah, who shall run like a thunder," The great hall erupted into cheers of happiness.
AN:
Combat: This is set before httyd 1 and 2, future chapters will be set in httyd2
Storm: We are only doing this to improve our skills so feel free to review and give us advice
Combat: We will try to update when we have time
Storm: See ya guys in the next chapter
