Hey it's Vy! Now I personally hate this chapter, but you might like it. Enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own HtTYD
3rd person point of view
A girl was on the back of a Dragon, helmet covering her face and hair. They were flying over the ocean, seemingly having the time of their lives. For the people of Berk though, not as much.
"PIRATES!" Someone on the island below shouted. The Girl stopped immediately. Scanning the waters, she saw ships heading for Berk.
"I know I said we'd never come here again, but we have to help. Ok Bud?" She whispered to the Dragon.
"Alright," he responds. Her green eyes are determined as they fly to the ships. They swoop down, setting fire to the stocks, the weapons, and the decks of the pirate ships. Two got away somehow, and were already at Berk.
"Crap," she muttered, and took off towards the island. Her plan was to help from the air, until she saw a pirate walking to a small Viking girl, sword held out and ready to strike.
"Let me down over there," she told Toothless. He did so, and as she ran towards home she pulled out her fire sword, hitting a button to make it a normal blade. She jumped in front of the enemy, blocking his sword with her own and pushing the small girl away. The man didn't have any armor, so she simply waited for him to straighten, and knocked him out cold. She had never once killed without good reason.
"Hey Sweetie, where's your house? You'll be safe there," she asked the girl. She pointed shakily towards her home and the older girl took her hand.
"Trust me, you'll get home safely," she assured the child. As soon as the girl was inside, she made sure all entrances were locked and returned to the fight, that was luckily nearing the end. She took out a few more pirates that had been running towards her and got one from the back that a black haired girl was failing to defeat. When the last pirate was down or on the ship, she whistled for Toothless. The villagers had other thoughts though, and she was tackled. They brought her to the dungeons below, and went to consult the chief. Although, the blond one did look familiar.
Hicca's point of view
I sat in a cell, bored. I can't believe this! I come to help my old home and this is what I get. It has been 5 years, I'll give it that. But really? I fiddle with the strings of leather I have wrapped around my leggings. I don't look the same that's for sure. I still have my green tunic, under my tan shirt that actually did well as armor. It was a t-shirt and on top I hair black armor, also t-shirt length, that covered my chest with two straps, one over my chest and one around my middle. I had a black belt for my tan skirt and armor for my forearms, which weren't covered without it. I still had my brown boots and vest, but wasn't wearing my vest and only needed one boot. Looking down, I growl. They took my prosthetic! I needed that! I lost my left leg one day and created it specifically for myself. Some of my finest work I might say.
I was not taking off my helmet though. No way. I still had my short hair, so that would give them a hint on who I am. Not to mention I look way too much like Mum for them to not notice. A guard arrived, unlocking the door.
"The chief has ordered to speak to you," he said.
"Good. I need to talk to him," I say, standing up and balancing on my good leg. Since I'm here I may as well try to end the war between dragons and Vikings. Quite a jump from my original plan, but worth a shot isn't it?
"Come on."
"I can't walk. If you gave back my leg maybe, but not now," I say. The man groans and comes to help me. Best day ever. I really hope you heard the sarcasm.