Hey it's Vy! Here's chapter 3! I don't know exactly if you'll like this, but we will see :). Enjoy! Disclaimer: still don't own it
Asher's point of view
"Why do we need to go to this dumb thing anyway?" Snotlout asked. "Why can't we go kill pirates instead?"
"Because we all know you'd be dead within the minute even with all your big talk," Ruffnut snapped. The chief had called pretty much everyone on Jerk to this hearing or whatever it is. I'm only going because I arrested this person, I want to know who they are. We enter the great hall and I push my way to the front of the crowd, waiting for the noise to die down and fiddle with my braid. I grew my hair out since Hicca Left, and now it could go in a side braid. I still have my headband though. I kept my shoulder pads and they connected in the middle of my chest with a small hoop, and I had furs on the top. I changed from blue to red for my shirt and my belt wrapped around my waist multiple times. I had armor for my arms and dark pants with fur boots that reached my knees. I had changed quite a bit.
I wonder if Hicca looks any different. If she's even still alive. The doors bang open and everyone stops talking instantly, turning to see who the mystery fighter is. They are surrounded on both sides by guards, who don't look happy to be there. Judging by height and size, I think they are a girl. They push her to her knees. Sitting up straight she looks at the disgusted faces.
"What a nice little welcome party. I suppose you arrested the clown too?" She asked, voice muffled by her mask.
"Silence," Stoic demanded. She rolls her eyes. Why does she look familiar?
"You are here, pirate, because-"
"I'm not a pirate!" She interrupts Stoic.
"Why else would you be on this island. We don't know who you are," Stoic said.
"Oh I don't know maybe to help!" She snaps.
"Hey," Stoic' s brother, Spitelout said, stepping forward. "You will be respectful in front of your chief and you will stand in his presence. You should consider yourself lucky that he's listening to your story." She snorted.
"Alright first of all, he's not listening. I don't think he knows how to listen. Second, why should I stand. I'm not a member of the tribe. And last, I couldn't stand even if I wanted to. You took away my leg," she told them, shifting her position so they could see that her left leg was missing. I raised my eyebrows. That must be what the guard took from her.
"Well then. Remove your helmet. If you're not a pirate you should have nothing to fear," Stoic told her. For a moment I wondered what he meant, then mentally kicked myself. Almost every pirate crew has a tattoo on their cheek, distinguishing them from other people.
"I'd rather not. But thank you for the offer," she said sweetly. There's only one person I've ever known to talk like that to the chief. He looked at her, thinking.
"Guards," he said. They rushed to her side before she could do anything and she struggled against the grip on her arms.
"Hey! Let me go!" She demanded. Stoic stepped forward, towards her. In one smooth motion he took off her helmet. Then dropped it to the ground.
"Hicca?" He asked in disbelief. She growled. I stared. It was Hicca. She looked different. She had small scars on her face, and her huge green eyes hadn't changed a bit. Her hair was still reddish brown and short, but it had small braids in the back and one long one behind her ear, going over her shoulder. She glared at her father.
"I came to help. And to offer something," she spat.
"Help with what? Offer what? You left us!" Stoic was shocked, clearly to see his assumed dead daughter sitting right in front of him.
"Help with pirates. I saved multiple villagers. And yes I left, in case you don't remember I was the hiccup! Why wouldn't I leave? And as for the offer, are you still having Dragon troubles?" She asked, smirk on her face. Stoic was surprised.
"How could you know about that? How could you help with that? Last I checked you couldn't kill dragons!"
"And I don't have to!" She said loudly, straightening her back in pride. "I'm the first Dragon rider. I can speak to all dragons and the nests I have visited have stopped raiding villages years ago. You are too stubborn. I offered a year back to help, a trader passed it on. You denied. I could have ended your troubles there and never return to this island again!" She spat angrily. Stoic went back to his seat at the front and before sitting turned back to the guards.
"Give back the prosthetic and lock her in her old room. I will speak to her later," and with that he sunk into his chair. I snatched her helmet and rushed outside.
"I can take her. You two go inside," I tell the guards. They nod and leave.
"How did you get them to do that, I tried for years as a child and nothing worked," Hicca asked.
"Being top fighter has its perks," I say.
"Ah. That would explain it," she said. It was now that I realized, she was standing just fine on one leg.
"Wait, why didn't you stand when you were told to? It's clear you can," I ask. She laughs.
"Yes, I can. But where's the fun in listening to your captors? I've been in far worse hearings than that, some even beat me till I answered, but I knew Stoic couldn't. Even after all these years I'm still his little girl. Or at least in his eyes," she says. What has she been doing? I wonder. Hearings that beat the person on trial, really?
"Here," I say, taking her left arm to provide some support, without doing everything.
"Thanks," she said, and we walked to the dungeons. We find her leg quickly, seeing as they just left it on the table. She picks it up and inspects it.
"You know, I honestly thought they were going to destroy this, just by putting it down." She hits a button on the prosthetic and it whirs, a small bit of metal shaped like a foot replaced the peg. She sat down and put it on, biting her lip and hissing as it snaps into place.
"Does it hurt?" I ask.
"Not usually. But being thrown on your knees never helps," she says.
"You haven't changed a bit have you?" I ask.
"I'm tougher than I was. But you're right, I'm not too different. Toothless reminds me every day," she says, standing up and walking to the door.
"Is Toothless your..."
"Dragon? Yes. I really can talk to them. Granted it nearly gave me a heart attack the first time and I didn't get used to it for a year, but hey. That's life," she said. Luckily for her the chief's house was close by, so it didn't take long to get there.
"See you later," I say.
"Maybe," she says with an evil grin, closing the door. It's going to be harder than I hoped it would be to get to know Hicca again.