Sigrid had stopped back at the house to grab a smack and take a break from watching Norbert when her parent's came through the door. You could practically feel the angery radiating off Astrid when they came in.

"SIGRID, YOUR FATHER HAS SOMETHING HE NEEDS TO TELL YOU, BECAUSE HE'S A TOTAL MUTTON HEAD WHO DESIDED NOT TO READ THE TREATY BEFORE HE SIGNED IT!"

"What's going on …..? And should I feel as scared as I do?"

Hiccup sat down, looking white as a ghost and speaking softly so as not to provoke Astrid "Well, um, you see …. There was this one part of the treaty that I kind of … missed. And this particular part of the treaty has something to do with you ….. and, um, it say that if the two chiefs have a son and a daughter within ten years of age of each other, they …. Um …. Well, they … have to … you know ….. Get married."

Sigrid dropped the plate that she had been holding, stood there for a minute, and left without a word. They say that on quiet days on Berk, you can still hear the scream she let out after getting outside.

-o-

The only place that Sigrid knew she wasn't at risk of killing anyone at this point was flying with Starwing. She felt like when she was flying, everything that bothering her stayed on the ground, and she could just forget about it all. One of her favourite things was being able to fly out to the middle of nowhere with no one and nothing else around her.

"Sigrid, I found you." Well, almost no one. I had turned out that one of her best friends had followed her. Odd was a sandy haired boy, who was just a little bit taller than her and road a female deadly nadder named Woodwind. "We were all going to go practice out dragon racing, want to come?"

"I'm guessing this attempt to flee the island has something to do with that nutjob back on Berk?" Sigrid finally cracked a smile for the first time in the past hour. Dragon racing sounded like a good idea.

-o-

When they first got to the little island where they practiced, the first person they saw was Fishlegs daughter Edda. She was a tiny, blond and freckled girl who was a year younger than Sigrid. She was also the first person on Berk to have a changewing as her dragon. Her changewing, Mezmelt, had shown that they are in fact trainable and actually quite passive (sometime to the point of being timid) once they bonded with someone.

"Hey guy's, I just finished setting up, so lets get started." She said as they landed

"NOT SO FAST." Called the rather obnoxious and cocky voice of Sigrid's second cousin, Scarlout. "You're not going to start without me. I mean, really, it must be nice to know who's going to win, takes some of the pressure off." He said as he landed his monstrous nightmare, Newtsbreath.

He was fifteen like Sigrid, and almost the spitting image of his father. He had been named in the classic "lout" style of his family, and idolized his father so much that he even trained a monstrous nightmare like him.

"I have no idea why you're always so confident; I've never even seen you win a race."

-o-

Sigrid had ended up winning the race, and it made her feel a lot better (she loved the rush of winning). She had been right about Scarlout too, he was dead last. Afterwards though, she started feeling a bit down again because she realized she couldn't put off watching Norbert any longer.

"Where do you think he would be?" Her dragon replied with a little chortle as they landed "You're right, we'll just follow the smell of destruction."

She found him in the armory, which was already a pretty concerning idea.

"Alright I'm back, so please tell me you didn't get into any trouble, what the hel are you doing?"

It seemed that he had been "testing" out some of the weapons, but luckily it was just on some barrels.

"Nothing, just wasting some time. Oh, and by the way, did you hear the news?" He looked back at her with a creepy gleam in his eyes and an evil grin across his face.