That night Heather took a step in the right direction in the opinions of most of her people. Officially she wasn't the chief of the tribe but most saw her as one after that night. Dagur tried to talk some sense into her after her speech but she ignored him and told him that she wanted blood, dragon hunter blood and she wouldn't stop until they all were dead. She didn't get back home until late into the morning and in her room, she pulled off her most of her clothing but gave up and fell asleep in just her leggings. And when she woke up she didn't have her brother there which she was glad. Her head was throbbing, like she had been hit round the head with a mace.
As she got out of bed she groaned loudly and her dragon came over to her to see her. "Uh… Oh hey girl…" She rubbed the shiny head of her dragon before she went and got dressed fully and went to get a drink. Dagur was in there waiting for her. He already had her breakfast made for her (slightly cold now) and a blend of leaves that he made into a tea for her to help her head. She ran her fingers through her messy hair and sat down, eyes lidded slightly and sighed a thank you to her brother. Dagur sat opposite her.
"I know you're tired, hungover, angry, and everything else!" He exclaimed with a laugh which caused Heather to groan and cover her ears. "But you're not serious, are you? What you said last night? About the hunters?" Dagur asked sounding a bit worried. Heather becoming unhinged.
Heather looked at him, staring at him with tired, yet serious eyes. "I am serious, Dagur. I am going to hunt them all down and slaughter them." She answered him with a voice that had no emotion in. She meant what she said. She may have been drunk last night but she meant every single word. The dragon hunters were going to pay dearly. She began to eat her breakfast slowly and sip her tea as Dagur went on at her.
"Heather, you can't!" He exclaimed getting out of his seat. That made her head throb. "I'm sorry! Heather, you can't." He said quieter.
"I can and I will."
"And you're going to make things worse! They already want us dead and you hunting them will only anger them and you'll get yourself hurt or worse, killed!" He told her seriously, yet his voice sounded a little broken when he said 'killed' but Heather was un-phased by it. She didn't care. "Promise me that you won't go after them."
Heather finished off her breakfast and stood up, mug of warm tea in hand. "For you my brother, I promise to kill them all. Don't you worry about me." She patted his cheek and smiled at him before leaving him in there to go braid her raven hair.
It took hours for her hangover to go, and for the time it was there she remained in her room, only leaving it to get water, food and a map which she pinned up on her wall. There she planned where to hit first. The Northern Markets were a good start she thought, but so was the island Viggo had occupied. There could be plenty of ex-dragon hunters there. Plenty to kill.
When she left her hut, she went to the forge and got the smith to sharpen her axe.
"It'll be ready close to sundown. Got plenty to do." The smith explained to her. She looked at him, brow furrowed and fists clenched. In her head, she was picturing splitting his skull with the axe, and more. She had always tried to supress this rage but now she had done with that. She could not deny who she was.
Heather hopped over the small counter and picked up her axe in one fluid movement and she held her axe to his throat, pressing it to the skin. The axe was still sharp (she just wanted it sharper) and cut his neck slightly. "I'll tell you what you're going to do. You're going to put mine way ahead of all the other's and I expect it to be done within the hour, got that?" She asked, saying the final two words through gritted teeth. And when the blacksmith agreed she smiled and shoved the handle into his stomach so he had to take it.
An hour and a half passed and she returned to the blacksmith. She had given him a bit longer than she planned and when she got handed her axe back, Heather inspected it. The man had a thick moustache that pointed out. Extending her axe, she made two quick slices and his moustache was trimmed either side. She watched the ginger facial hair fall to the floor before smiling. "Good job. I expect you to always put your chief first." She swung on her heels and Dagur was there. Right in front of her. She did something he would have done many years back.
"Heather!" He exclaimed, witnessing what she just did. "Apologise!"
"For what?" She asked with a shrug and pushed past him. And behind her, she heard Dagur apologising to the black smith and that it wouldn't happen again. Dagur caught up to her and began to lecture her. About treating their people with respect. And cutting a man's facial hair was disrespectful, but she didn't care. She blanked him and walked back to her home where her dragon was. Dagur 'lectured' her the entire way back and even as she saddled her dragon and loaded up the bags with supplies Dagur went on. She just chose not to say anything, her anger only building and bubbling inside of her until she eventually blew.
"You don't get to tell me what to do! I am going to do what I want, Dagur!" She screamed at him and then attached her axe to the saddle. "These Vikings don't want a soft touch, Dagur and that's what you are now, soft." She spat at him angrily, fire in her eyes. "Now I'm going… Don't bother following me, you won't like what I'm going to do." She mounted her dragon and stared down at her brother. She was going to do it. Finish off Viggo's dragon hunters and then she would find more of them and end them all. She didn't give Dagur a chance to say anything else to her as she got her dragon to take off in the direction of the island Viggo had occupied.
