No excuses, no justifications, I'm sorry for the wait.
Hiccup stood at the bow of a Headless warship, watching the foamy white sea crashing breaking itself on the front of the ship. While his eyes were fixated on the dark water below, his mind was traveling the seven oceans, wondering what is going on. Soon after they came back from the other tribe, he received instruction to prepare for a long trip, and there he was, on the main ship of a seven vessel fleet, heading towards an unknown destination, five days into their journey. What was even more mysterious is that, instead of bringing their dragons, the three Headless commanders brought a small army. There argument? the island they were going to visit didn't blend well with dragons. Even Toothless was left on the island, despite Hiccup's massive protesting. It took Tyrad showing him the oath he swore to get the young Viking to comply.
Sighing deeply, Hiccup adjusted his mask and went below deck. Finding the captain's quarters, he knocked twice and entered when prompted. In it, he found Tyrad, Eir and Magnus leaned over a naval map. All three rose their head. Tyrad said
"Ah, Hiccup, we were expecting you, please gather a few men to prepare the small ship, we will join you shortly."
Hiccup nodded, his questions vanished by the order.
When the sun shone goldenly, a small vessel composed of the three Headless, Hiccup, and a ten men crew separated from the fleet and travel at a much quicker rate towards the island whose edges started to etch in the orange sky. Eyes riveted towards land, he dearly hoped that it was not Berk, or anyone of their allies.
As they got closer, more and more details became recognizable: the island was towered by a steep mountain, void of all vegetation. the village looked heavily fortified, ranging from its highest point ranging near the plateau to the docks, it spread lazily over the side of the mountain.
But Hiccup's eyes widen in shock when he recognized the place where he fought his second battle, where he ended his journey across the archipelago, a few years before. A journey from which he grew from his mistake and made sealed solid friendships.
It wasn't one of Berk's allies. It was much worse: Berserker Island.
A small dot appeared in front of them, closing fast. Tyrad grabbed a long glass and spotted a yellow and brown dragon flying side by side with a silver one.
"Interesting, Didn't know berserkers rode dragons. Hiccup, you didn't tell me about your alliance with them." Tyrad said.
Before Hiccup could come up with an excuse, the two dragons were closed enough for the ship to distinguished their riders. On the triple strike was a carrot red short-haired man. On the razorwhip was seated a graceful woman with raven, long hair. Both share the same vivid green eyes and the crazed look hidden deep behind their eyes.
"Strangers, I am Dagur, chief of the Berseker, with my sister Heather." She gave a slight nod. " What brings you in Berserker water?"
" We are from the Headless tribe, and will like to sign a treaty with the Berserker tribe," Tyrad answered.
"The what tribe?" Dagur said back, the name was awfully familiar.
"SO YOU ARE THE FILTHY YAK DUNG TRIBE THAT DETAINED HICCUP" unlike her brother, Heather recognized the name immediately from the letter Astrid personally sent, relating vaguely they went through on the Outpost, from poisoning Hiccup to using her to force Hiccup to turn against her. The berserker could tell from the letter that her friend was utterly broken, thus wondering who has the ability to crumple Astrid Hofferson. Today, she finally met them. Screaming in rage, she strikes first, swift and deadly. Her razorwhip shot a handful of spikes towards the ships.
The Headless commanders were fasters, Eir dodged out of the way while Tyrad and Magnus both kicked up a shield from the ground to protect themselves. Unfortunately, the rest of the crew weren't as reactive, one got shot straight between the eyes, dying on the stop while two others had their limbs penetrated by the spikes.
Not letting the enemies time to breathe, Heather drove Windshear down and charge straight towards the mast. Dagur, finally catching up on the events, scream as well
" SO YOU ARE THE ONES HARMING MY BROTHER. DONT WORRY HICCUP, I AM COMING" as he commanded his triple strike lit the deck on fire.
As the razorwhip flew closer, ready to slice the mast off with his tail. Magnus jumped out to try and catch the dragon.
"Wait, Hiccup tried to distract huge Viking, but it was too late. His strong hand had already closed on the silver tail, only the release it immediately. Landing precariously, the Magnus tried its best to control his emotions but still winced a little bit. Nevertheless, it was enough to preserve the mast.
meanwhile, Eir and Tyrad both picked up bows and pulled an arrow, aim it and release it in one swift motion. Working in perfect synergy, the arrows hit both wings of the razorwhip.
"Dagur am hit" yelled Heather.
"Don't worry sister, I'm coming" but was promptly stopped by an arrow zipping past him and lodging itself in the raised tails of the Triple Stryke.
"We need to retreat" Heather yelled again "I am losing control over Windshear"
Grunting, Dagur cleared the distance quickly. Retreat isn't in his book, but this time, his opponent was fairly skilled and he couldn't risk her sister's life. Turning his dragons around, they flew off, preparing for the worst.
Back on the boat, where the crew finally doused the flames, the three Headless were looking at the distant island.
"I wished we didn't have to use this barbaric way," Tyrad said, his bow pointed towards the ground, but still armed
"Well, some base never changes," Magnus said before ordering the crew to turn back and rejoin the fleet.
At this moment, Hiccup poked his head up and said, "What now?" Only to find himself pinned on the wall by an arrow running straight through his shoulder pad, grazing his skin. Tyrad approached with him a fiery scowl.
" What were you trying to do" he sneered
" What, Hiccup retorted, noway fazed by the aggressive Headless.
" First you don't tell us about the Berserker riding dragon, and you tried to distract Magnus from catching that razorwhip."
"Maybe because razorwhip tails are deadly sharp and can pierce through pretty much anything. I was saving Magnus' hands. " Hiccup bit back, " But if you believe that I am a traitor, why don't you just kill me. Don't miss next time."
Tyrad was about to punch Hiccup square in the face when a large hand rested on his shoulder and preventing him from arming the punch.
"Composure Tyrad, his telling the truth," the huge Viking said while showing his hands. Both sported deep cuts, running across his these words, the shorter Headless shook his head like he was trying to shake something off his mind, and returned to his usual self.
He grabbed the arrow, snapped it in half before pulling Hiccup through the arrow.
Giving the younger Viking a disdainful look, Tyrad climbed up towards the main ship, not before dropping the fatal words.
" You are charging first, tonight"
•—0—•
The moon was already high, but the Berserker Village wasn't resting. All fellow villagers were armed and ready to defend their home. Most of them were behind a solid barricade made of stone, erected after a two-man deep trench, the rest of the warriors scattered around the village, protecting the resources. Perched behind the wall, Dagur squinted his eyes, trying to discern the shape of the enemies. At his side, his sister Heather was looking anxious. Holding steadily her beloved two-headed axe, she held up a strong and determined facade, not willing to tarnish the reputation of the Berserker tribe, but deep behind her emerald eyes lingered dashes of unease. Even as oblivious Dagur may seem sometimes, he never failed to read his sister.
"Hey sis, what's wrong." The buff Viking said.
" Nothing is just," Heather started with a slight sight
"You know that we will beat them right? cause were berserkers." Dagur laughed, trying to ease her tension away.
"But, they outsmarted Hiccup, out skilled Astrid. And I wonder if he is here tonight." Heather countered "And from what Astrid said in her letter, we shall not underestimate them."
"Hey, never said it will be easy." Dagur replied " And if brother Hiccup is here tonight, we will rescue him. If not, then we held some hostage to trade him back. No matter what, nothing will happen to you, sis."
"And me?" asked a third voice coming from behind.
Both siblings turned around and saw Mala, ex-chief of the defenders of the wings and now wife to the berserker chief walk up to them.
"Of course nothing will happen to you too," Dagur said while planting a kiss on her lips, while Heather was looking away.
"How are the dragons" Heather asked when the couple stopped being affectionate.
"Both put into a deep sleep by the arrow." The slender blond woman answered. "And as far as I am concerned, it's better we don't send anyone on dragons."
At this moment, a rumble awoken anyone that might be a little sleepy. Everyone snapped their head towards the dock, only to find seven warships slammed onto them. From it ran out a slender, tall man, sword and shield in his hand, with a mask in his face. Behind him erupted a torrent of armored Viking, who let out a fierce battle cry.
" Archers," Dagur yelled and his man followed, lining up their shot before releasing.
A rain of arrows swam its way through the night sky towards the assailant, and since they were scattered apart, the first wave didn't do much damage. A few unlucky had been hit, but being under intensive training every day, they all snapped the arrow and pursued their charge towards the stone wall.
Not descending first but much faster than the rest of the Viking, Eir, Tyrad, and Magnus came onto the front line. Dodging a couple of arrows, they used the precious window of when the archer reloaded to strike.
Tyrad and Magnus unhooked small canisters from their belt and throw them at the wall. Brand new invention of Hiccup, he had supplied them with his spared one after Tyrad asked for the little contraption. A green gas slowly covered the wall, accompanied by a hissing sound. Heather was the first to realize.
"Zippleback gas, everyone retreat!" she yelled.
But Eir was already prepared, as soon as the canisters hit the wall, he unfolded the crossbow from his back and loaded an arrow. The tip caught on fire automatically when the headless pulled back the cord.
The explosion shattered the wall, creating a big enough hole for the assailants to come through. Shaken by the explosion, Dagur, Mala, and Heather both stood up to find the three Headless. Meanwhile, the battle was raging around them, and the Headless side was severely outnumbered. Quickly assessing the situation, Tyrad nodded to Eir. The slender Viking bowed and went off in the chaos, helping his side to finish their duels much faster.
Hiccup was facing two berserkers, Who were clearly enraged. After all, their home was being invaded. Struggling to block the furious slashes of his enemies, he was distracted enough to see on the corner of his eyes grey figures dashing towards him. Immediately, Eir split the pressure of the incoming blows. After the brawl was isolated into duels, the two Berserkers had already lost. Lightning-fast on his strike, Eir dodged one hit, stepped left, twisting his body, and kicked the weapon out of his hands. Like magic, a dagger appeared into his hands and darted towards the berserker's neck, under Hiccup's horrified stare. His brief distraction caused the auburn Viking to received a forceful punch to the face, almost breaking his mask. Dizzy, he fell to the ground, only to see Eir cut lose the neck guard of his enemy and removed his helmet, before driving his elbow into his temple. The Viking legs gave way under him as he fell into the blissful unconsciousness. Meanwhile, the other berserker, seeing that his opponent was down as well as his friend, charged towards Hiccup, trying to land the finishing blow. But Eir was faster, his leg darted twice, the first kicking the berserker's ankle out, causing him to fell forward, the second time, his boot connected with the other's face. A horrendous crack resonated and the Viking fell the other.
Hiccup managed to scramble back out on his feet, only to meet the cold stare from Eir,
" Your fight was rather, unelegant. We trained you better than, you should be skilled them enough to be able to knock them cold instead of going for killing blows."
" So you are fine with excessive brain injuries." Hiccup gestured to the Viking lying on the ground, a small stream of blood coming from his nose and his eyes only showed the eerie white part.
"I could have delivered a fatal blow. But we need them to serve our cause. A cadaver serves a very different task. Besides, they are Berserkers, not so prime in cognitive behaviors."
"Whatevers" Hiccup answered, not really catching all of it.
" Go assists the others, and now, don't disappoint us," Eir ordered, dropping the fancy words, before running off into the battle in search of another fight. Shaking his head, Hiccup adjusted his mask, massaged his jaw, and run of into the battle, deciding to cause as much trouble as possible and to find Dagur.
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Meanwhile near the wall was the eye of the storm. Dagur Mala and Heater both watched Eir disappear into the crowd, leaving only Magnus and Tyrad. Two against three, it should be easy, the berserkers through. Weapons in hand,
Tyrad and Magnus briefly exchanged one look, the years of cooperations talking for them. As soon as the silent conversation finished, Tyrad shouted.
"Hey, you, the blacked hair, one. What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be protected in the hall?" The Headless forcefully made his tone provocative. That simple sentence was enough to anger Heather, raising her weapon, she was ready to strike when Mala put a hand on her shoulder and shook her head. Looking back at the older woman, Heather raised an eyebrow,
"What? She asked but suddenly a rock hit her square in the temple. Snapping her head back, she saw Tyrad juggling some piece of gravel in her hand.
" Are we going to fight or not? Please don't be like that last shieldmaiden. Astrid was her name? You now, the lad of the chief of Berk. she was also looking all though. But still got her kneeled in front of me. '' Tyrad said again.
" You did what?" Heather shouted
" Nothing much didn't take much to break her. You know? A couple of whips and she started licking my blade, begging for her life like the whore she is." Tyrad lied.
" She was even going to do anything for her life, even giving up her dragon and her purity. God, the look she had on her face, trying her best to reach out and pleasure us. Enough to make any Viking sleepless."
"That's not true. Astrid isn't like that." Heather snared back.
" Wonder's how people will view Berk's with their chief surrendered to me. Their general is a hidden whore. It appears to be that the Berserker's general isn't much different. Just another woman trying to look though and valiant, but in reality is hiding under the might of their family.
"Shut up." Heather was now fuming in rage. Mala also had bitter engraved on her face. never she thought she will face enemies that will insult their whole lineage. Beside her, Dagur was also fuming in rage, veins poppy clearly on her neck. The ex-queen briefly retrieved her hand on the shoulder of the younger berserker siblings to go appease her husband.
"Make me," Tyrad added in last words, eyeing the presenting window.
That's is, in a fiery scream, covering the ' no' from Mala, Heather charged, her double axe raised, the sharp edge glistening under the pale moonlight. But before she could even be in reach, Magnus moved with speed unlike of someone his size. An iron grip clamped on her wrist, and before she could do anything to counter the grab, the other hand slimmed around her leg and went below her. In a grunt, Magnus lifted Heather in the air before smashing her heavily on the group. Lungs collapsing upon the impact, her vision blurred as her head hit the solid dirt. Immediately, her weapon was kicked out of her hand and she was holed on her knee, Magnus's left foot jammed between her legs, one hand her shoulder pressing her down meanwhile the other darted towards her neck. The cold yet rough metal against her throat awoke her. Everything happened so fast that Dagur and Maka could only watch Heather get powerlessly controlled by raw strength from the Headless.
"Heather! Let her go." Dagur yelled. He hand Mala both drew their weapons and charged forwards, but Tyrad stepped out first, like magic a dagger appeared in his hand, expertly gripped.
"Make her watch," the brown-headed Viking told Magnus.
Both highly experienced warriors, Dagur and Mala quickly accessed the situation. Heather was immobilized, but so is the other Viking, thus they still outnumbered the enemy. Tyrad's weapon is a small dagger, the blade approximately the length of one's palm, meaning that Mala, with her saber, could outreach him snd Dagur, with his axe could easily outpower him and disarms him since his weapon had the weight advantage, and his custom-fitted guard will also be useful if Tyrad ever closed the distance.
Dagur even out his breathing, circling around Trying, looking for an opening to disarm the Viking. With his sister held hostage, he couldn't risk killing him. As he continued pacing around the Headless, trying his best to cooperate with Mala to sandwich him. He noticed something. Every time Mala darted forward, the Headless changed his grip. Seeing this a possible opening he gestured quietly Mala to dart forward and charged in when Tyrad is in the middle of swapping grip. Raising his axe to deliver a powerful blow, he could already feel the dagger flying through the air. However, underestimating Tyrad's speed and the weight of his weapon was Dagur's first mistake.
Instead of hitting a barely gripped light dagger, Tyrad reacted and quickly secured his grip, and raised his blade to counter the blow. unlike the feather-light weight that was expected from such weapon, Dagur felt like he hit a mountain. The two weapons collided in one forceful clang and Dagur felt the shockwave traveling through his arm. Tyrad quickly followed the block with a sharp kick to his chest, barely leaving time for Dagur to react. Blocking the blow in extremis, he saw Mala sneaking up from behind and raised down her saber. Sensing the airflow, Tyrad pivoted himself out of the blade's way. His right leg darted and kicked Mala in the wrist, almost making the ex-queen lose her weapon. He then, with the same leg, drove his foot straight into the blonde women's knee.
Mala seemed to hear something snap around her knee, falling to the ground, she saw Dagur erupting from Tyrad's side and tackling him to the ground. No longer concerned about capturing Tyrad hostage. He only wanted to kill the man that harmed his wife. For a few moments, every grace was forgotten, techniques repressed by raw strength, as the two Viking wrestled furiously on the ground. whereas Dagur was hitting his opponent furiously, Tyrad maintained somewhat of composure and methodically tried to block and pin the furious, rib-cracking blows from the crazed Berserker. Kneeing the redhead in the gut, The headless finally managed to separate himself, rolling over his shoulder to get back up, he pushed against the ground when his body was upside down to ejected himself into the air, trying to dodge the whipped like kick Mala had for him.
Unfortunately, he was too slow, Mala's boot grazed the top of his head, still making his vision blurred. Lying a few feet besides, he saw Maka charge at him, blade raised, ready to kill. Acting on instinct, he threw his dagger at her, making her flinch. But that flinch was just enough for Tyrad to stand back up, grab her wrist, twisted himself in her embrace, and slam his elbow in her neck. Yelling in pain, Mala grabbed his shoulder with her free hand and kneed Tyrad in the lower abdomen forcefully, making him grunt in pain. Both opponents stepped away, looked at each other briefly before Tyrad closed the distance. Mala quickly abandoned her weapon, not suited for such distance combat. For the next, Mala and Tyrad exchanged dozen of hits, the blond Viking using all her experiences to twist, parry, and lash out devasting combat, only to have them countered by Tyrad, each one of his block was followed beautifully by a sharp ripost.
Dagur managed to find his breath again, seeing the clear indentation in his armor, he went back up, and looked towards his wife fighting the Headless, and looked back at his sister. As soon as he made a step towards her, Magnus secured his grip and twisted her head, on the verge of breaking her neck.
" Go help her," Heather muttered between her teeth.
Dagur gave Magnus a murderous look, before grabbing his axe again and charging into the fight.
Focused on Mala's, Tyrad still reacted to Dagur's backstab. He quickly made his choice, grabbing Dagur's wrist to block the axe blow while leaving him open to Mala's punch. using the blow of the punch, Tyrad threw Dagur in direction of Mala while stepping back, momentarily giving space for him to breathe.
The fight was looking bad for the Headless, without a weapon, and against two experienced fighters, ready to kill him, his chances were scared. Dagur and Maka, seeing they have the upper hand, charged again together. Using their number advantage, they overwhelmed Tyrad with blows. Trying his best to counter, he couldn't block everything. A punch found its way to his jaw, a kick to his claves, making him buckled down, and then Dagur's knee connected with his face. Tyrad flew backward, blood edging his lips.
"let's go Dagur" cheered Heather, before turning around and saying to her raptor. 'Let me go now before your friend there gets killed."
But Magnus replied coldly. ' Willing allegiance is always favorable than forced loyalty. To obtain the first, you just have to provide what the other desire and you are sure he would not betray you if you prove that said betrayal will hinder his benefice. The second is much easier, but then, you constantly have to keep an eye on them, because they will jump at the first chance to stab you in back and free themselves. This is why Tyrad doesn't like the second option. But against the base, blind of prejudice, the second one is sometimes inevitable. Yet he tries his best to hinder them, but, desperate cases always exist, this is why we train, to make sure we can easily defeat everyone with as little damage as possible. ' Magnus looked down at Heather and sighed," I don't think you understand, because neither do I. His words and not mine. Even though Tyrad had may have taken inspiration from him."
"Meaning?" Heather hoped for an answer
"He will settle for some dislocation, extremely painful, but not causing long-lasting damage, and easily treated back at our base."
Heather's eyes opened in fear and she yelled, trying to warn Dagur, but Magnus quickly muffled her.
Tyrad stood up and spat the blood that clustered upon his tongue. He shook his arms a bit and adopted a different stance: more defensive. two arms crossed in front of him at different levels. This time, he waited for strikes to come.
Dagur charged first, Mala followed closely behind. The first swung his axe, axe slightly off. With a mere look, Tyrad read it clear as day that was a bait, a cover-up for the killing strike that will Mala's saber. Tyrad acted played into it, dodging the axe as Dagur expected but a soon as he dodged out of the way, he dropped low and, pulling on his extended foot, slid forward and rammed his elbow into Mala's ribs. The female Viking shouted in pain, quickly followed by a grunt from Tyrad as he took a kick from Dagur. Using the momentum, he rolled away. The three Vikings backed and forth for a while, trading hits after hits Even though Tyrad is taking blows from both Dagur and Mala, he blocked every single one perfectly with a smartly placed arm or leg. In contrast, his riposts were sharp and precise, landing square in the liver of the berserker.
Finally, Tyrad's plan worked off, by pulling punches on Mala, he finally got her to charge. This time, he stepped forward, and grabbed her before falling on his back, using his legs to kick her out, and far behind him, Tyrad rolled over his shoulder with one swift motion.
Now, he was sandwiched between the Berserk chief and defender's Queen. A small smile tugged his lips, finally be able to put his plan in motion.
Seeing the opportunity, they both ran at him, but Tyrad steppe backward and left at the very last moment, hooked his right leg behind Mala's knee and twisted, pulling her to the ground, at the same time, he extended his right forearm out, this time with all the strength he could muster. His knuckles connected with her throat, momentarily crushing her trachea. Shouting an airless scream, Maka fell on the ground, choking. Fast as lighting, Tyrad dropped on his knee, grabbed Mala's good arm, and swiftly dislocated her shoulder with a loud crack. At the same time, Dagur slammed his axe down, but Tyrad dodged the hit and grabbed Dagur's incoming punch. His second hand quickly joined the first and, arching his back, at the same time hooking his leg under Dagur's crotch, lifted the redhead Viking out in the air and slammed him down behind him, while still holding on his wrist. Laying on the ground, Tyrad dislocated Dagur's wrist before rolling over and stood.
The fight ended soundly. Magnus approached, still holding Heather.
" That was sloppy."
"I know, tried my best to not harm them, but sometimes, they just won't drop it."
So Tyrad was fighting defensive the whole time. Heather thought, She knew that not striking a killing blow in such a fight is a huge disadvantage.
Dagur tried to stand up, holding himself on his good arm. the excruciating pain in his wrist and the warcry of the fight against the Headless commander blinded him. It was only now that he realized that the battlefield was quiet, every one of his soldiers is either knocked out or imprisoned. He tried to face Tyrad, but Eir shoved him back to his knee and hold Mala on her knees too. Her throat had a visible indent and was turning purple. She still can only take short breaths, and the lack of air was seriously affecting her.
Tyrad retrieved his dagger and approached the two prisoners, looking down, he trailed the blade against their throat. Surprisingly, the metal didn't felt cold, nor sharp.
"One island, two chiefs. But I only need one." Tyrad said menacingly. "Who's a volunteer?"
Dagur gritted between his teeth. '' Don't harm her, kill me if you want."
" Any objection?" Tyrad nodded, then asked Mala. She tried to shout something, but crushed throat didn't allow any noise to pass through.
" Very well," Tyrad said and raised his arm to strike. Waiting, he spotted a silhouette emerging from the corner of his vision.
Like fatality, the blade curved towards Dagur's throat, the moonlight barely reflecting off of it. But at the last moment, A flaming sword appeared just in front of the redhead Viking, blocking the hit followed the masked figured of Hiccup. Dagur recognized the weapon and said
" Hiccup? Brother, what are you doing."
Not answering him, Hiccup addressed Tyrad." Don't kill him. The berserker will only listen to their chief."
" Then I shall kill her instead! Tyrad yelled and swung his dagger at Mala. Once again, Hiccup blocked the strike, the force of the blow also causing him to lose his grip on Inferno.
"No!, he yelled." I know her, she not's just some Berserker women, she's also the queen of another island. You have her, you have the whole defender of wings by your side."
Saying those words, Hiccup felt the daggers from Mala's eyes on his back. Swallowing, he stood still and faced Tyrad.
" And what is her island good for?" the Headless asked?
" Experienced dragon healer."
Pondering his option, Tyrad nodded and stowed his dagger. Gesturing to Eir, he said" Bring them back to the ship, and get them some medicine. " before ordering Hiccup." You take the girl."
Heather tried to free herself from Hiccup's grip. Before, she could more or less overpower him, but with the intensive training Hiccup gone through in the past month, his grip was like vice on her arms.
Back on the ship, Eir opened a cage and pushed Dagur and Mala's, before stepping aside to make room for Hiccup and his prisoner. Standing at the sliding metal door, Heather begged one last time. 'Don't do this Hiccup, what happened. Astrid told me something happened back there. What it is? Are you betraying your friends? Hiccup? What it is? Tell me? She yelled, What happened to the Hiccup we all knew? He will fight Heilhem for his friends. ' Her temper getting the best of her.
But the auburn Viking remained silenced and looked at the ground. Nonetheless, the shouting from Heather only got worse." Astrid will not give up, she will fight for you and for her friend. she told me that YOU taught her that." Poking her finger in his chest. "Never give your friends up. You're betraying yourself. You're betraying HER. ANSWER ME Hiccup." at this moment, Dagur placed a hand on his sister's shoulder, feeling that maybe she had taken it to far. But mentioning Astrid was enough to get a reaction from him. Looking up, his eyes crossed Heather and she was taken aback. What pierced through the mask was the most shattered pool of green she ever saw.
"Extremely appealing to emotion." Eir said "Nonetheless, we got more pressing matter to tend. A healer will tend your wounds shortly."
The metal door of the cage slammed in place, leaving the departing footstep echoing in Heather's shocked and guilty mind.
At the stern, Tyrad was writing a message on a piece of paper, that he attached to the Leg of s terror, Deciding to put the invention of terror mail to test.
The two Headless looked at the small dragon disappear into the night.
"Where it's going?" Magnus asked.
"My suspicions are confirmed, our newest addition isn't very willing to help our cause," Tyrad said, knowing that Hiccup will try to sabotage him. "So I decided that he needs a little remainder of what is a cost for him. Half face should be in Berk by now, I'm asking him to bring us a little souvenir for the feast."
There, another chapter. Once again, sorry for the wait.
