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Chapter 3: Viggo Grimborn

(Dagur POV)

"Daguuuuur!" The young female voice groans, "Daguuuuur!" She moans more aggressively. I give a small roll of my eyes before looking up at the six year old pausing the sharpening of my axe.

Arisa, seeing she has gained my attention flops onto the ground at my feet brown eyes wide, "I'm boooored!"
I resist the urge to roll my eyes again and return to running the rock against the blade of my weapon, "Go find something to do then."

Arisa is quiet for another moment, "But I'm to bored!" She gripes.

I clench my jaw trying not to lash out with her. Bringing a weapon probably wasn't the best idea for a babysitting job. Ugh, babysitter.

Is my father series?

I am many things but dealing with children is not one of them. Especially curious ask questions and whine every twenty seconds. Take Arisa, six years old and insists she needs my attention every twenty seconds, she's the daughter of my father's second in command, Hororr. His wife is third and my father had an important meeting with some fellow from another island he said I didn't have to go to instead I should watch Arisa.

Yay me.

The most annoying thing about this is probably the fact that instead of helping my father with battle plans like I do every other time, I am in charge of an irritating little girl who doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut.
"Daguuur!" Arisa groans. My patentice snaps and I look up at her.

"What do you need so badly!?" I say thick annoyance radiating off my words.

Arisa's eyes widen for a moment before she tilts her head back, "I'm booorred!"

I let out an annoyed breath and bite my inner lip, "No, you're not bored." I correct and she shakes her head.

"I am!" She argues getting defensive.

"You're not bored because you're saying that you're bored; ergo by being bored you aren't bored you're merely saying that you're bored because you have nothing to do even though being bored is what you're doing."

Arisa's eyes cloud over for a moment and she stares at me for a long minute her brain trying to grasp over what I said. I lean back against the wall in small satisfaction running the rock across the blade again with a metallic shing.

"...What?" Arisa says and looks back at me sitting up. I give her back a small shove.

"Go figure it out; when you have, I'll help you not be bored anymore." I say and she nods scampering off long blond pigtails bouncing as she races across the house plopping down next to the fire hand on her chin as she murmurs something under her breath.

Satisfied with my small victory, I run the weapon across the axe again even though the weapon is beyond sharp. Anything looks at it right and they'll get cut. Feeling about as bored as Arisa was a few moments ago I toss my axe to my left hand and spin it a few times before throwing it to my right hand and repeating the process.

Nearly twenty minutes later of silence Arisa pops up in front of my vision again. I yelp slightly not seeing her move towards me and she stares at me with a large smile that stretches from one end of her face to the other, "Figured it out!" She says cheerily.

Inwardly groaning I get to my feet sliding my axe into it's holder on my back. "What do you want to do then?" I ask rhetorically. How long is that blasted meeting going to last? It's already been an hour maybe more.

"Well, I was thinking we could-" Arisa starts to say but at that moment the door is thrown open. I twist around ready to greet whoever has come to save me from the hyper child. I do not know this person.

He's tall, large, and wears an unreadable expression. Shoving Arisa behind me I stand my ground looking the man in the eye. "Dagur?" The man asks his voice thick with an accent far off from here. Arisa whimpers slightly behind me as the man shoves into the house.

Keeping my hands ready to grab my axe I stare him in the eye, "What do you want?" I ask mustering up the best emotionless cold voice I can.

"Your father requests your presence in the War Hall." The man answers and turns walking away from the door. Inwardly battling for a moment, I turn and grab Arisa walking after the man. He could be lying or not but whatever the case, I do want to see who he is and what he's doing on Berserk. And if we are being attacked, I doubt it would be appreciated if I left Arisa by herself despite how much she annoys me.

Arisa buries her head into my shoulder her whole back rigid. I do little to reassure the child trying to pick up the pace towards where I can spot the man moving through the streets of Berserk with ease. The people rushing through them aren't panicked so I guess whatever's going on it isn't the start of a battle.

Doesn't mean I trust the man though.

After stalking the man through the village across the island to the War Hall he shoves the doors open the sound making a large creak as he does so. Subconsciously tightening my hold on the whimpering child, I step into the dark space.

Torches light every twenty feet or so and there's four large fires going, one on each corner in the center of the room is a large table and across it's is other tables spread across the ground. The thing that makes me pause in the doorway though is the man standing next to my father at the head of the table, another man a brother maybe at his side. More men like the ones that burst into Arisa's house are around the War Hall.

"Ah, Dagur." My father says and gets to his feet his eyes lingering on Arisa for a moment slight embarrassment flashing through his gaze. Hororr stares at his daughter for a moment and Sralla gets to her feet walking towards me her feet echoing in the sudden silence.

Sralla takes Arisa from my arms murmuring something in her ear. "Father." I say with a small dip of my head.

"This is our new allies," My father says and gestures to the two men next to him, "the dragon hunters."

I nod standing there for a moment. Do I move, do I stay…?

The shorter of the two walks towards me and offers his hand, "Viggo Grimborn. I am leader of the hunters." He says. His voice holds a calm to it but his grip is firm as he studies me with his eyes. Suddenly, the attention of this man is a place I really wish I wasn't.

"Dagur." I return pulling my hand back as soon as the word leaves my mouth sort of sounding like I spit it. If Viggo notices he says nothing.

"That is my older brother, Ryker." he says and points at the man that was next to him. Ha. Knew it.

I nod again for what feels like the umpteenth time. My father waves us both forward and I walk a few steps behind Viggo and reach the table where a detailed map of Berk is spread out. "You didn't miss much." My father assures and points down at a spot in the village, "With the mail between the letters Torunn has sent us, this is the place they will most likely attack."

Viggo rubs his chin softly for a moment, "Torunn also says that going through the back through the forest would be the easiest way of attack." My father tosses a map on top of the other one this time of a forest, Torunn's sloppy drawing skills present themselves with vigor. "He says he can get Hiccup there."

"How so?" Viggo asks a hint of disbelief in his voice.

I snort inwardly the imagine of the weak scrawny runt running through my mind. And as if fate was laughing at that predicament it decided, let's make him blind! I'm still not sure what happened but from what I can gather a Monstrous Nightmare sliced him across the face, it's supposedly permanent.

"Trust me, it won't be very hard for Torunn to get him there." My father assures as I snicker slightly. Being honest, he does make a good knife throwing target, quick reflexes I'll give him that, well he used to have good reflexes when he could see what he was dodging this is going to be the easiest kidnapping ever.

"Wouldn't taking Snotlout be more effective? He is the heir." Ryker notes and Viggo and my father sigh in sync.

"Big brother," Viggo says calmly and turns looking over at him, "Hiccup has been the choice because he is Stoick's son. If necessary, Stoick will let Snotlout die but a parent will go to extreme measures to keep their child alive. That is why we're leaving Snotlout unscathed."

Ryker gives a nod but I can tell he still doesn't agree one hundred percent.

"How quickly can you get your fleet ready, we need to send Torunn a letter so he can get the runt in place." My father says and Viggo looks at Ryker for a moment.

"About a week in the latest." Ryker answers. "Maybe more to gather everything."

My father turns to Hororr, "Gathering the army and provisions will be about two weeks maybe more. Less than three for sure." He answers to the silent question.

"Good." My father says and rolls up the map of the forest, "Dagur, you and Hororr will see to the fleet's preparations, Viggo come with me to strategize, Sralla, send the letter to Torunn." He commands and we all give nods of confirmation. My father's face twists into a happy smirk, "Within a month, Berk will be ours."

000o000

(Heather POV)

I open and close the door with a soft thud the last rays of sun spreading across the ground for a moment before the door closes. I quickly move across the house towards the hallway where my room is. My eyes widening and dread sinking in my stomach as I see my mother is home poking at the embers of the fire.

With a small groan I barely hear I move silently across the ground quicker tossing my hair over my shoulder the braid falling against my back with ease. I make it to my room and shove the door open shutting it behind me with a small breath of mingled relief.

"Heather." I jump at the sound whipping around as my stepmother steps into the room. I'm not exactly sure who I'm the child of they refuse to give that information but have been more than happy to reassure me time after time after time after time that I am adopted.

"Ack!" I yelp in surprise stumbling back to the bed.

She stares at me for several long moments her blue eyes hard. "You did it again." She notes and I blink in confusion glancing left for a moment. What did I do?

"...did what?" I ask hesitantly.

She sighs slightly her eyes glazing over with annoyance, "Skipped out on your responsibilities spending the day in the woods." She answers.

Oh.

I release a groan falling back against the bed, "It's not that bad-" I start to argue.

"Again."

I sit up and look at her saying nothing. There are plenty of other people who can sharpen weapons around the village and clean up the forge. I didn't even want to be the blacksmith's assistant. I'm not his apprentice just assistent and do whatever he tells me to.

"Heather, this is getting out of hand." She says walking across the room towards the window and pulling the curtains shut. I remain silent biting my inner lip trying not to lash out at her. Annoyance doesn't even brush my feeling about this topic.

"It's clear that you can't work for York anymore." She says and I don't look up at her staring at the ceiling. Wow, who knew it has so many cracks. Wood is really interesting. Wait. I sit up staring at her. Is she serious! I don't have to work for the old snarky man anymore?!

"You're going to work for Terra's guard. I put you in dragon training you start in the morning."

"What!?" I blurt suddenly on my feet even though I don't remember standing. Is she crazy!? I can't kill dragons! I don't want to kill dragons! I refuse to kill them. When about a year ago they captured a Razorwhip and it hurt me greatly. I felt the dragon's pain. It was terrifying. I've never been able to think of them the same way since."No!" I exclaim.

She has to be kidding!

My stepmother turns looking back at me, "Yes." She says firmly, "You are going to training tomorrow and I expect you to place at least second."

"No! I won't go through with it!" I promise.

"Yes, Heather, you will. I don't know what stupid idea you grasped that dragons aren't terrible because they need to be removed from this Archipelago." She says and I clench my hands into tight fists utter frustration and anger racing through me. Don't I get a say in my future!?

"No." I repeat and she backs up towards the door.

"You will and when I come back tomorrow, I expect you will have accepted this fact young lady. Make the best of it." She says and leaves the room shutting the door with a click the lock sliding into place.

"GAHH!" I yell in frustration and grab the dagger at my belt through it forward towards the wall the blade sinking through the wood with heavy cracking to the hilt. I rip the dagger from the wall ready to throw it forward again but stop taking in several deep breaths and shove the weapon into its sheathe next to my horn sinking towards the ground on my knees letting my head drop.

Make the best of it.

Ha.

Authors Note: Arisa (Ar-is-a) Hororr (Horror) Sralla (Sir-All-A) :)

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