"Bring it on." I whispered.
"Is that a challenge?" his voice said, coming out of the dark partially.
"Show yourself like a real man!" I yelled, swatting a few bushes.
"Maybe I'd act more like a real man, if you'd treat me like one." He said, showing his disgusting face, though some dense shrubbery.
"Well maybe I'd treat you like a real man, if you acted like one." I said, drumming my ten, razor sharp, nails on my side.
"Well maybe I'd,-... Don't try to confuse me!" He said.
I winced as one of my nails brushed against my wrist, causing it to bleed. I really shouldn't file my nails so sharp that it's possible I could kill myself in my sleep.
"What do you want?" I asked, licking my wrist.
"First of all, I want you to stop doing that, secondly, I want the Night Fury." He said.
"Eh heh, what does this have to do with me?" I asked.
"Not everything is about you, you self absorbed twit!" He said.
"Oh please, honey, you don't think I know that, what I want to know is why you are declaring war against my uncle. Did your daddy not hug you enough in your childhood?"
"Haha, very funny. " dagger crosses his arms, Annie put on her best poker face and went on. "Or did your mamma drop you on you head when you were little?" At this point Dagur was furious.
"You think you sooooo clever don't you? Well that's what I like in a woman" Dagur leaned forward, lips puckerd and all.
I thought I might be sick... "You don't want to kiss this princess, I think I'm coming down with something." I made a huge exaggeration out of sneezing to my right, "accidentally" kneeing him in the bread basket.
He groaned, limping a few paces back. "I hate you, you're ugly." He spit out.
I almost replied, but it would be a waste of breath, which I needed, since the life expectancy from where I came from didn't go past 30. Which is one of the reasons I came here, there are guys cracking 60 who can still throw a bola like a 20 year old.
He limped away, and I didn't try to stop him, I wasn't gonna get my answers with him.
What I needed was sleep, and since I had been up all night running around, no place seemed more fit to sleep than the very ground I was on.
I woke up to a claw of a Terrible Terror scratching against my face. I opened one eye, to see Emerald, clearly not okay with my nap, I sat up.
"Hey girl, do you think Alvin noticed I was gone yet?" I asked stretching.
That's when my vision went black. "Woah! What the-" I asked, clawing at midair, as I was sharply dragged off my feet, and rushed away.
I might have used a few swear words, and branches and thorns scratched at my arms and legs as my attacker brought me into the forest. After a few minuets of fierce battle it finally dropped me on the ground.
Who ever it was ripped a tiny sack off my head and took a step back, admiring his handiwork.
I must have looked like a psychopath, sitting cross legged, my hair messed up from being shoved in a tiny bag, and the look on my face, I'm surprised that he wasn't terrified.
"Shh...shh, babe, you're in shock." He said, with a smile that I guess was supposed to impress me.
"What did you call me?" I asked.
"Hey Hiccup? Come here. Look what I found. I saved her from Alvin." He said puffing his chest out and calling to a companion of his.
"Snotlout, it's to early for any of these things." A voice said from the other side of their 'camp'. A boy with extreme bed-head, green eyes, and a prosthetic foot. He was a bit scrawny, very freckled, and wasn't really eye candy, but I mean, you know, he was cute.
"You did not save me," I said, brushing myself off. "You kidnaped me, and dragged me into the forest."
"But, Alvin-" the buff one started.
"Is my birth mother's older brother. Which makes him my uncle, which makes me his niece, which makes any enemy of his, an enemy of mine." I hissed. "Don't look so scared, I'm not gonna hurt you. He's after someone else. Who did he call it...? Oh yes. The Haddock Boy."
They both looked at me like I was, I don't even know, but it was suspicious.
The skinny one's pupils dilated, his breaths were uneven and choppy. I had a decision to make. Was it worth it? Absolutely.
"Oh my god, do you guys smell that?" I asked, sounding alarmed, "It's a forest fire."
That's where he made his mistake. My smug look must have given away my bluff, but it didn't matter, I'd gotten what I needed.
"You know, in the event of a natural disaster, a mother would instinctively look at her child. I know that neither of you are mothers, and I am in no way implying that you are, but you do have something precious do you, don't you." I said, sidestepping over. To a wall, clearly handcrafted and made to cover something. "Let's see what's behind this wall, shall we?"
I pulled myself up the rock, and sat on top. It was quite a sight. I don't know what I expected, but a sleeping Night Fury, was not on the list.
"Is that a bloody Night Fury?" I gasped.
"He's bleeding?" The cute one asked.
"No, bloody means- I don't really know, it's just something we say." I shrugged. "What did you say your name was?"
"Snotlout," The Buff one said.
"I'm Tuffnut," The other one said.
"So which one of you owns that, fascinating dragon." I asked.
"Why should we tell you?"
"He does!" Snotlout said.
I walked over to him. "You want to run your name by me again? Was it Hadock actually? You must have misheard me the first time I asked for your name." He was up against a wall now, and I wasn't stoping.
"He said, look for the boy with the Night Fury but that wasn't it. Someone's been a little to careful about the location of their camp. You see, most people would camp away from a place where their enemy was living, furthermore during a war, with someone you obviously know, otherwise your companion wouldn't have waited until after Dagur was done threatening me, since Dagur isn't that muscular, and since I've been making you nervous in my last speech you haven't noticed the Outcast Soldiers surrounding the camp." I said.
Snotlout cursed in old Norse, as he noticed the people with crossbows surrounding the camp.
"How did you-" Snotlout started.
"My dragon, she's a Terror, with a very keen sense of smell, it would have been better to take us both, but since you left her behind, I guess you're Alvin's now." I said, a bit surprised by my own words, I wasn't that mean, was I? But images of my favorite Aunt's cold lifeless body flooded my mind, and guilt stopped. But it wasn't their fault, was it? It didn't really matter anyway because,
"Right you are Annie, except I'm not Alvin, and your dragon did not lead us to your camp." A voice said.
I recognized the voice.
"Well mother f- Thor." I said, realizing it probably wasn't polite to swear if you were considered a 'princess'.
"Dagur," the Haddock boy said.
"You had to know that we would catch up with you eventually, it's not like you were gonna outrun us in the end." Dagur said, putting a knife to the boy's throat.
I almost felt bad for him, he'd been threatened by a lot of people today.
"You too, Annie, did you really think that I would just leave you." He asked, not keeping his eyes off him.
"I guess you're just too clever for me, Dagur, alright. Take me." I crossed my arms in front of me. "Wait, there was another one."
"Snotlout!" Haddock yelled, despite Dagur quickly pushing his arm against his throat, cutting off his air.
I looked up to see Snotlout, RIDING on the Night Fury. "Don't worry, Hicc, I'll bring help."
I think he was trying to say something, but with his air cut off, all he could do was mouth things.
"Dagur, you are sick." I hissed.
He dropped the boy who quickly scampered to his feet, wheezing like my aunt Gertrude, after smoking twelve ounces of tobacco.
"I may be sick, but at least I'm not you!" He whispered, smiling in his nasty, deranged way. "We're going on a trip, to see an old friend, won't that be fun?"
Hope you liked the new chapter.