Chapter 11: The Fighting begins

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Isle of Berk, Viking Archipelago, Scandinavia Northern Isles, Midgard

Ashalla's POV:

I woke up when the sun rose, and I slowly stood up from my bed.

I already saw my armour lying there, the one Hiccup made for me.

I first dressed up in the leather ('shirt' and pants') my fiancé provided me.

The leather was dark blue, with a little bit of red.

It was just like my father's, only with long sleeves

Then I pulled on the armour.

The armour wasn't heavy at all.

The armour existed out of a pair of silver shoulder plates, a pair of upper arm protectors, a pair of underarm protectors, a pair of knee caps and a chest plate. On the armour were the runes I requested, as well as several stones in the right shape.

I put on the necklace my father gave me, Üborl, and my fiancé's symbol necklace.

After all that, I put the robe on me.

I didn't want to show everyone my armour yet before the fight.

I placed both my tiara and my headband on my head before placing the hood of my robe the right way so none of them would see.

The four of us will eat breakfast together, in the arena.

And the games will start just after the Chief announces it.

I open the door of my room and I find a table for 4, food stalled out on the table.

I sat down at the table, and started eating, not looking up when the others arrived.

Dagur wanted to take my arm, but I slapped him straight into his face.

"Don't you dare." I said.

I felt Dagur glaring at me.

"My tribe will win, and you will be my bride." Dagur said with a very arrogant tone in his voice.

I smirked. "Sure you will." I know Dagur won't take the hint, he's not that smart. Until this afternoon, everybody will stay ignorant over my heritage.

Physical Fighting will come first, I'm not worried about that.

But the Dragon Fighting part...

I know I can't ... I won't... kill a dragon.

The dragons were made by Loki as a tribute to the other Gods.

I guess I will have to use my powers, all off them.

Ingrid and Asgard didn't say anything to me.

Better.

When I finished my breakfast, Chief Stoick entered.

"Dear champions, there has been decided who'll fight who first." Stoick announced. "Asgard, you and Dagur will start. After your fight, Dagur v.s. Ashalla. Then Asgard v.s. Ingrid and at least, Ingrid v.s. Ashalla. I wish the four of you good luck, Gobber will tell you when everything begins." and he left.

Great, I have to fight the most derange one of us first.

I see Dagur smirk.

He's way to over-confident, and I will kick his ass.

I waited until Gobber opened the door to the arena, revealing all tribe members from the Hairy Hooligans and the Berserkers.

I look to the bright blue sky, and I know, my father and grandfather are watching over me.

Stoick's booming voice entered my ears. "Welcome to the annual Viking Games, hosted by the Berkian villagers!"

The crowd cheered.

"Let us begin, with Physical Fighting. First up: Asgard Haddock versus Dagur Chieftain!

Both tribes cheered madly.

Asgard and Dagur left through the door, entering the arena.

I see Ingrid looking at me with suspiciousness in her eyes.

Sure, she doesn't have a reason to trust me after all, and I don't even care!

Gobber left the door open for us to watch the boys fight with their swords.

This match could end dangerously.

Even through Asgard has the right skill in swords-fight, Dagur is very deranged and does what it takes to reach his goal.

Dagur's swings are very wild, but hard to stop if you don't have a shield or a good armour.

And I hope Asgard has a good one.

I close my eyes and chanted protection spells soundlessly in Old Norse.

It isn't that somebody can understand them, since nobody knows the Norse language in Asgard.

Some of the runes glowed in gold, but quickly died out again, feeling Ingrid's presence right behind me.

The fight between the boys ended quickly because Dagur wounded Asgard pretty bad.

I sighed as Gobber brought in Asgard to lay him down.

Berk's fate was up to me now.

He looked at me with a sad face. "You're up, Ashalla."

I nodded and I walked into the arena to be greated with a lot of cheering.

"Like the view, my bride?" Dagur asked arrogantly.

I turned to meet his eyes. "I'm not your bride, and I'll never be."

Dagur let out an evil laugh, sounding even more deranged than I remembered.

I hooked off the cape of my robe to reveal my armour, leaving the hood on.

I heard the crowd making surprising sounds.

I didn't really care about them, it was Dagur's face.

It was absolutely priceless to see.

I smirked. "Backing down Dagur? Because of an armour?"

Dagur got angry.

I smiled.

Dagur stabbed his sword right at me.

But I'm a Goddess, I'm quicker than he is.

I just let him duck under my armpit, letting him stumble on the stone floor of the arena.

"You'll pay for that!" Dagur called and let out another battle cry.

I did the same trick again, but this time, I hit his back with my fist, making him fall to the ground.

I placed my slipper on Dagur's back after kicking away the sword. "Done now?"

Dagur sighed. "Fine, you win! But don't think this is over!"

You're joking.

With an elegant walk, I went back into the 'tribute's lounge' and sat by Asgard.

The wound wasn't so bad anymore.

"Watch out for that wound while you're fighting. I think Ingrid isn't going to show mercy on you." I told.

"Thanks for the warning." Asgard said as he sat up.

It was very painful for him, but he couldn't wait to long.

Ingrid was already out there and Dagur had locked himself in his assigned room.

He was just a little bit too tempered.

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