~Burmuda Isle~

~6:00 am~

~Saturday~

~3rd person pov, Freya~

Freya was sound asleep, her dragon curled up tightly on her left side. Freya was dreaming about what her life would be when her sister became chieftess. Freya was the youngest of 7 children, only 2 of which are still alive. Those two are Freya and her older sister, Andalise (Andy for short) Before Andy was born, her mother (Ingrid) and her father (Sven) fell pregnant with twin boys. However, Ingrid miscarried. For a small while, Ingrid then got shunned by the village for being an inadequate wife. Then she feel pregnant again... and again... and again... until she finally went full term with Andalise. Prior to Andy was Thorexo. Thor was named in honour of... well... the GOD. However, Thor was born 4 months early and was therefore disabled and unfit to be Chief. So, the village nurse waited until Sven and Ingrid said so, then took Thor and gave him away to another villager. Thor then grew up as a normal kid, rather than a chief-spawn.

When Andalise was 5, Ingrid fell pregnant with Freya by mistake when she was on a trip. She got courted on by one of the ship's folk and subsequently fell pregnant. The name Freya means love, beauty, fertility and war. She was called Freya in 2 ways. When Ingrid went home and explained to Sven what happened, Sven called war on the tribe which caused his wife this misery. Freya also marked Ingrid's second full-term pregnancy. Sven told not a soul about how Freya wasn't chief spawn, but raised her as his own.

After Freya was born, Ingrid and Sven decided that they wouldn't try ever again... Ingrid couldn't go though the pain of loosing another, for she had already lost 5.

While Freya went to school with the other children, Andy stayed at home and was taught how to perform simple house-wife jobs like: sewing, cooking, cleaning, baby-sitting... etc.

When Freya was proving to be the more house-wife material, Sven suggested that Andy go to school for December, January and February, while Freya stayed at home.

Each daughter enjoyed both parts they played, so, Sven decried that Freya would train to be a chieftess for 3 months, and Andalise to train the other 9. Every Chief ever known birthed at least 2 children, in case the eldest died or became unfit to be Chief(tess)

Moving on from Freya's life story, and back to the present.

As Freya laid "asleep", Sven snuck in to wake up her sister, Andy, to get ready for the day's duties. However, his foot hit a creaky floor-board, Leya shot up and growled at him. Leya was a light fury, the only one of her kind. Leya was also Freya's dragon. Sven put his hands up in a sign of peace and her dragon just looked at him like, really? you woke me up... for this?! Said dragon then puffed out smoke and turned her back on him. Sven chuckled to himself. Leya was so much alike to Freya, it was as if they came from the same flock...?

Once Sven left, Freya sat up in bed, consequently freaking out Andy. "Freya, you can't keep doing that! You'll send me to Valhalla early... gods above..." Leya chortled from where she laid and stared, amused, at the two siblings antics. Freya just groaned and stretch her muscles before grabbing her tunic. Her tunic was a slight pink with gold ribbon around the cuffs. It went to just below her knees, which was met with little skin as the rest was covered by her boots made of sheet fur and dragon scales.

The story of her tunic is quite a freaky one. The tunic belonged to her nana on her father's side. Greta, her name was. Greta was impaled by an arrow 3 days after the birth of Freya. Greta didn't allow herself to be healed, but insisted that she bleed through the tunic until it was completely red. As she was dying, Greta requested that the dress be bathed in the rarest dragon slime and purified in the rivers of Odin, to be then dried in the valley of Frigga. They were to keep repeating this ritual until the tunic lost it's blood-red colour and stench. Luckily, Greta didn't give up on stuff so easily. So, she managed to hold on until she saw the tunic be given to Freya. She lived to see Freya's welcome ceremony into the Chief family. Greta died later that night.

So... Freya's tunic was her grandmothers blood... why not?

Leya groaned and nudged Freya's leg asking for a flight. The villagers knew she had a dragon, but they weren't allowed to question her about it.

On their way around Bermuda Isle, Freya and Leya bumped into a terrible terror messenger. Literally. Once Freya recovered from her crash, she petted the new dragon and unwrapped its letter.

Sven, my old pal.

It is I, Stoick the Vast writing to you.

I have been talking with the council members and we have come to a conclusion. We feel as though we haven't received much trade from you in recent times.

But that is not all I am on about.

I also want for you to come on a visit to Berk, once again. Many things have changed since then. Including my wee son, Hiccup. Boy... has he changed! How are your two daughters, Andalise and your new one? Freya, was it?

Please respond to me through Terror Mail if you are coming. I deeply wish for you to do so.

I hope to see you, and your family, again.

Stoick the Vast of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe.

STOICK THE VAST!? Freya wrapped the letter up and tied it back up to the Terrible Terror's horn and coaxed him onto her arm. Freya then walked back home, seeing as Leya flew off in a strop earlier.

When Freya got home, no one was around. Freya found Leya eating her fish when she walked through to put the letter on her father's table side.

Freya then saddled Leya up and they went for their second flight.

Freya was so absorbed in her mind that she didn't notice the stack of sea rocks. No, she was too into her mind about who this HICCUP was and would she be allowed to go to Berk...

Until... CRACK!

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