She tried to dodge, she tried to turn… She couldn't! She… couldn't move! She was bound… bound by… The council! She had to get out! She had to get away… But she couldn't! Her eyes flashed open…
Wait! She was… She was in her room, well, Hiccups' room. And she was in bed… So it was a dream! But no, she was bound! She was bound by… by… She moved her hand a tiny fraction. She wasn't tied up, but she was bound, not by ropes, or chains… Her mind became more awake, flitting through the events of yesterday… Ending up with… ending up in…
Oh! Ohhh… These bindings… These she could get used to! These… she didn't mind at all! She sighed… A heavy, contented sigh. Yes, that's what it felt like… pure contentment! She giggled to herself. What would Anna say? She smiled. Anna would be OK with it, and question her endlessly about the tiniest detail! Her Council… Lady Catarin, -the General! They would be shocked! Outraged even! But they didn't know Hiccup like she did. He was an honorable man. He wouldn't take her until they were married. A fact she found both endearing, and frustrating.
A very dim light was starting to filter in. She had to get up. She had things to do today… But no, she decided to stay here, for just a little while longer. She sighed again. She made a mental note of how he felt against her. His chest against her back, his stomach… his thighs against her legs. His arm around her waist, holding her to him. He was spooning her, and it felt glorious! It sent a wave of heat through her body to her core. She wanted to, -to… But no, he was injured. She should wait until he was healed properly. But after…
She sighed once more. Happy! For now it was over, -well, it was mostly over. The issue with the council was handled. She had been revealed to the tribe, both as Queen, and as a sorceress. The tribe was fine with it. The other Chiefs, the Heirs… They knew, but not about her powers. She was sure they would be fine as well. They were all friends after all, And even if they weren't… She loved him! She wasn't going anywhere! And Hiccup, -he had forgiven her. They had talked, and everything was fine between them. And now they were free to pursue their relationship out in the open. Her mind scattered at all the possibilities… She sighed a happy sigh once more. He loved her, and she loved him, and they were free. She wiggled slightly so as not to wake him, but burrowing into him a little. She felt so loved, and warm…
She froze. Yes she did feel warm! Maybe too warm? She placed her palm on the back of his hand which was around her waist. He did feel warm. Too warm for it to be just simple bed-warmth. She scooted her hips away from him slightly, and lifted his arm gently. She rolled onto her back and looked at him. He was sleeping seemingly peacefully. But he was pale. She drew a hand up, and placed the back of it on his forehead. He was very warm…
OH NO! She had read about this. Battle wounds… Sometimes the men came down with a fever. A poison would creep into the blood… It would seem to burn them alive! And there was nothing to be done for it, except to keep them warm, and try to have them take broth. The Francs, she had heard, had made advances in this study, but it was very early… Sometimes, the patient would be fine after a few days… Other times, they would fall asleep… and never wake up!
Her chest clenched. Her eyes started to sting. No! Please! She rolled and twisted, coming up on her knees, sitting on her feet. She willed her magic, and placed a hand on his face. His eyelids fluttered, and his eyes rolled. She leaned down.
"Hiccup? PLEASE! Stay with me! Don't, -don't leave us!" She drew in a shuddering breath. She put her forehead against his. She calmed her mind and opened her heart. Please Merciful Gods! Please don't take him from me! Don't take him from us! There is so much for him to do! PLEASE! She sobbed, a few tears leaked out. Please! There was a soft knock on the door. Valka called to her.
"Valka? Please! It's Hiccup!" The door flew open, she set down the basin she was carrying, nearly spilling all the water. She scooted back as Valka sat on the bed. She cupped his face. She herself drew back the blankets. His wounds had seeped a little overnight, but just above the bandage were two faint, angry red lines. Valkas' face drew grim.
"It's th' poison, sure! We must keep him warm! I'll go make some broth, and I'll send for th' Gothi… And your Mister Tennance too!" She nodded, and got off the bed to a corner of the room. She grabbed two blankets for him. Valka grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Elsa? Ye must take over th' tribe in his stead!" What? She didn't think… She wasn't sure… Valka gave her a gentle shake.
"Elsa! You are a Queen yes?" She nodded, she still…"And ye are ta be his wife?" Again she nodded.
"Then ye must do this! For Hiccup! There is much to do, and the tribe will follow you! Hiccup is my son, I will watch over him while yer gone!" She was right! She was a Queen. And now was the time to show them. Her future husband and King was ill, she must step up! She smiled to herself. It didn't matter to her what title they gave him. He would always be her King! She spread the blankets over him, then sat for a few more moments. She placed a hand on the side of his face, then leaned in.
"Rest, My King! And come back to me!" She kissed him tenderly. He stirred a little. Then breathed her name. Her heart swelled. By the Gods! She didn't want to leave his side. But she must, -for him. For his… Their people! She caressed his cheek, and smoothed his hair.
She stood with a sigh. She dressed quickly, -in Berkian fashion. Except for one small… She rummaged through a chest. Yes! There it was! -Her circlet. Probably just a formality, but she had important things to do today. She felt it necessary. She braided her hair and set it on her head. She took up her staff and made for the door. She stopped. One last look at him…
"I love you Hiccup!" It came out like a prayer. She thought she saw a slight turn of his head, but… She drew in a breath, and steeled herself…
She was met at the bottom of the stairs by Snotlout, Spitelout, and Fishlegs.
"How is he?" Snotlout asked.
"He, he's taken a fever, I -I don't…" He took her hand in his, squeezing gently.
"Don't worry Elsa, he'll be OK…" He huffed. "The little runt has surprised us all, -more than a few times!" The other two men nodded their heads firmly. She offered them a warm smile, and her thanks.
"Elsa? The tribe is gathered, and everything is ready. And I sent the Terrors, just like you asked! The Chiefs should be arriving shortly!" Fishlegs said. She thanked him. It seemed Snotlout only just now noticed the staff in her hand.
"Woah! Did you, did you make that?" She nodded, and held it out for him. He took it and examined it.
"It's… it's made of ice? But, it's not melting…" She nodded again.
"Most things I make will stay, until I disperse them. I don't fully understand why. I, -have not really tested my powers fully. But I have seen the damage they can do if I don't maintain, -control." He turned it over in his hands a few times, then handed it to Fishlegs. He brought it up to his face looking at it closely.
"When I am happy and calm, I can maintain that control. But if I become upset or angry, There is a great risk of losing that control." He nodded.
"I would totally like to see what you can do! Like, shred an iceberg, or freeze somebody solid or something!" She offered a small smile.
"Yes, well… you must understand, to unleash my full power is a risk. To do such a thing would put those close to me in danger, and… I could be lost to my powers, -forever!" He nodded again as did Spitelout. She looked at Fishlegs, who was looking at her staff closely. His eyes widened slightly. He then looked at her as a light seemed to go on behind them. He opened his mouth slightly, but said nothing. He handed it back to her. She would need to talk to him later, in private…
She cast a forlorn look at the door to her, -his… room. She drew in a breath, and let it out. She really didn't want to leave him but… She plastered a smile on her face.
"Let us go, shall we?" They nodded. They were joined by Gjaflaug. She had apologized incessantly the night before. They had taken her as soon as she landed to their hall. When she had refused to speak against her, they locked her up. She was very grateful for her loyalty. They made their way to the main square. They were joined on the way by Captain Verschtop and a number of crew members from the ship. They had been outnumbered and forced into the guest hall. A fight broke out as soon as they were released. Many sported bumps and bruises, as did the Captain himself.
They reached the square to be met by what seemed like the entire tribe. Something like this had not happened here in quite a while she heard. They all turned to her as they approached. She called on her magic and created a small pedestal. She stepped up and stood. Back straight, chin out.
"Your Chief has taken ill from his injuries. Under international law, as a fellow sovereign, and as his betrothed, I take Chieftainship, until such time…" She was cut off by a great roar from the tribe. It seemed they approved! Good! She flashed a bright smile, turning slightly. She let them at it for a few moments then raised a hand.
"As your Chief, I ask that no action be taken against Heather of the Berserkers, should she arrive. The actions of the three have caused Berk to incur a debt to them. We will do what we must to repay this debt!" A murmur passed through the crowd. There were many thoughtful looks. "-And I ask that should she arrive, she be treated as a fellow Chief, and brought before the council!" They seemed to, -grudgingly accept this. It was enough…
"As Chief, I will do my very best to uphold the Hooligan honour! And as the Chiefs' wife, I will give everything, -to secure a bright, happy future for you all, and the dragons as well!" Her chest clenched for a moment on that last statement. She shrugged it off. It was her duty, and she meant it! To a man, they all cheered. She turned, those that stood with her approved as well. Even Spitelout was smiling!
She looked past them and spotted Bertha, Thuggory, Dogsbreath, and Trófastr. All gave smiles and nods of approval. Bertha stepped up to her and held up a hand.
"As one of Berks' closest allies, and as Chief of the Bogburglar tribe, I approve of your action! And I want to be the first! -To heartily give my approval for this union! Welcome! Elsa Ellesmyre, to the Barbaric Archipelago!" Another cheer from the crowd. She clasped arms firmly with Bertha. She gave a single nod which she returned. One more bright smile for the tribe, and she stepped off. She walked over to the Chiefs. Thuggory took her arm.
"Hiccup? How is he?" They all looked truly concerned.
"His wounds were not terribly severe, but he has taken a fever I'm afraid." Their faces turned slightly grim. Trófastr gripped her shoulder firmly.
"He'll be alright Elsa, I'm sure…" She wished she could be as positive. Still, she offered a small smile. She was grateful for the support.
"Friends please! Make yourselves at home! I have business to attend to. We will talk shortly!" They nodded.
"Gjaflaug? Please see to our guests, will you?"
"Yes, Elsa! Of course!" She considered it a small victory, as the girl blushed slightly. She could probably use some comforting after her ordeal…
Her party, which now included Gobber and the Gothi, walked down to the docks. Fishlegs read the order, and the boats were cast off. Ansel, and Bótolfr looked a little lost, and forlorn. TulkR however, had a murderous look in his eye. She kept her face neutral. She would not pity them. It was their own actions that had brought them this.
She had learned that TulkR had shown up in Hiccups' absence. Ansel, and then Bótolfr, had campaigned for him a seat on the council. It had taken a bit, but he was finally voted in. It was then it seemed, that things took a turn for the worst…
The boats were now out of the harbor. She leaned slightly…
"Spitelout? I want that boat followed! I want to know where he winds up at!" She felt him nod.
"Aye! Elsa… Me too!" After a moment, she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. She turned her head.
"Elsa? -I've said this before but… well… Welcome, -to the family!" Was he blushing? A bit? It was very endearing. She reached up and covered his hand, squeezing warmly. She then leaned in further, and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, -Uncle!" And yes! He was blushing furiously now. And although he tried not too, -he smiled. They stood there a while longer, until they were dots in the distance… Time to get to work! She turned and left the docks. As they were walking up the ramps, she was giving orders. She wanted a full council meeting with the Chiefs within the hour! The prisoners were to be questioned. Who they were working for, and what they knew. They were to be given a trial as soon as Hiccup was up to it.
She called up the Captain. He was to ready the ship, and sail on the evening tide. If Heather did show up, she would feel better if they were out at sea, and not tied up here. An idea he approved of greatly! They were to stay close to the island for a few days, then sail to Hopeless. He would stay there, and await the arrival of the ships from their home. He was to be her agent there, and wait for her orders. He answered with a firm "Aye! Highness!" -A deep, respectful bow… And a wink and a warm smile.
They all sat in the Great Hall. Elsa had given her account of the last twenty-four hours. She left out the part where Röngvaldr threatened her. Only to say he had been unpleasant, and would keep to the old ways. She felt badly, but she felt it necessary to keep the others from flying over there and causing a stir. There could possibly be enough conflict going around in the coming days as it was.
"So whats to be done with Heather?" Thuggory asked.
"We support her! We do all we can to make sure she is Chief!" She said. Camicazis' head whipped around.
"Elsa? Are you sure? After what she did to Hiccup?" She wasn't sure herself, but she was sure that's what Hiccup wanted. Despite what happened.
"Ahhh, If I may?" Snotlout interjected. "Heather has always been a bit, flighty… BUT! She loved Astrid, and Hiccup was her best friend out of all of us! And we can't forget one simple fact…" He paused. "Hiccup is still alive! If she really wanted revenge, he'd be dead right now!" That was, -quite profound… for him.
"Snotlout? Do you think she will come here, and at least, demand payment from Berk?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"Eh, I don't think so. She's like, -really smart. She would figure it out that Hiccup had nothing to do with that… but, like I said… sometimes, you can't really tell what she'll do." She thought for a moment, she hadn't been sure, but she now knew what she had to do…
"I will go talk to her… today." There was a gasp. Camicazi stood.
"I'm coming with you!" She shook her head.
"No, -you're not!" She could see the fire of anger in her eyes.
"Cami? Can you honestly stand there and tell me you won't pick a fight with her? Because of what she did?" She scowled, then opened her mouth, then closed it. She looked at her feet and shook her head. She then fixed her with a look.
"Can you?" She was completely taken aback! No one… no one ever talked to her like that! Well, someone would, but she wasn't here right now…
"CAMI!" She stopped, and took a deep breath. There had been a small flash of fear in her eyes. She calmed herself. She had a point, -possibly… but no!
"Cami? -I would be lying to you if I said I wasn't angry with her… But this isn't about me, or my feelings. This is about Berk, and the security of the entire archipelago! Berk has slighted her twice! I am Chief now, I will talk to her!" There were nods all around. Bertha spoke next.
"Good! That's settled! Now what about the Lavalouts?" She had an idea, so when nobody spoke…
"The Chiefs' son, Tárr? He seemed willing to at least try to change things there. We should encourage him. Maybe… maybe, -try to get Röngvaldr to step down?" Thuggory scoffed.
"A right fat chance o' tha' happenin'" Trófastr spoke.
"Agreed! But it is the preferred method, rather than going in, dragons blazing! Dogsbreath? Perhaps you could speak with Bergulfr? Or maybe, the man himself? See if you can, -encourage him? Make him see that it would be a tough road, without coming into the fold?" Dogsbreath sat back in his chair, furrowing his brow thinking. He sat up.
"Well, I too do not see much hope… But we have to at least try. Tárr is a good, smart lad. And he is of age… I'll see what I can do!" They all nodded in agreement. They then spoke of the great dragon, agreeing to be more vigilant, and send out more patrols. By the time they had finished, it was time for lunch. They ate together, talking of tribes and dragons. Elsa told them of her homeland, and gave a small demonstration of her powers.
And then, it was time for them to leave. They all offered words of support and encouragement. She was very grateful. Camicazi came to her last. She was fidgeting a little.
"Elsa? I'm sorry. I, -shouldn't have said that… I, -I was a little upset, -and, Hiccup… well…" She huffed and looked down. She took her arm.
"It's quite alright Cami. You did have a point. But I have been Queen for a while now. And with my powers, I must be careful to not let my emotions get away from me. It is a good trait to have being Queen, or Chief, -Yes?" She nodded. She then patted Camis' shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'll make a diplomat out of you yet!" She snorted.
"Well, you can try like Hel, but I seriously doubt you will, -ever!" They shared a laugh. They clasped arms firmly. She then climbed on to Hildriðr, and flew off.
She made her way to their hall. Hulda was sitting on her haunches outside. She gave her a scratching, and her thanks for watching over Hiccup and Toothless. They would go flying in a little while. She went through the door, and straight up the stairs. Valka was sewing, -something when she entered. She stuffed it out of sight and came to stand next to her at the bed.
Hiccup, -didn't look any better. Her insides sank. Valka told her that Jorge, as well as the Gothi had been there. They both agreed that the next number of hours would be telling. She had managed to get a bit of broth in him too. She hoped it was a good sign. Valka wrapped her arms around her, and kissed her temple. She then left her alone with him.
She sat on the bed looking at him. She saw him shiver a little. She carded her fingers through his hair. He was very pale, and incredibly warm to the touch. She called a bit of her magic, and ran her hand across his forehead and cheek. "Hiccup!" She breathed. He seemed to move his head slightly to the contact. She brought two fingers to her lips, kissing them. She then placed them on his. She started to softly hum a tune. A song her mother would sing to her when she was ill. When she was done, she leaned in and caressed his cheek with hers. She whispered in his ear.
"I love you Hiccup!" She kissed his forehead longingly. As she pulled back, his eyelids fluttered. He moaned something unintelligible. She allowed herself a smile. Her attention was redirected by a soft warble. She got up and crossed the room. Toothless' head was up. His mouth half opened in what she guessed was a smile. She bent down, coming face to face with him.
"And how are you, SIR?" He huffed and barked softly. She ran her hands across his head and scratched. There was some salve on his brow, But otherwise he looked fine. She crouched down in front of him and scratched him for a few more moments.
"Hulda and I are going out. How about we bring you some fresh fish, yes?" He barked twice.
"You look after Hiccup while we're gone, OK?" He huffed, then looked over and whined pitifully.
"That wasn't your fault! He'll be alright I'm sure!" They locked eyes. Toothless pushed his snout into her chest. She giggled, then grabbed him by the jaw, and kissed him on the nose. She went downstairs. Fishlegs arrived to tell her everything had been secured. She discussed with him the events of the evening. He kept glancing at her staff the whole time, but said nothing. He left with her promising a talk when she returned.
She was all a-jumble the whole flight. She was glad her reveal to the tribe and the Chiefs went well. But, there were still some unsettled issues. One she hoped to be taking care of shortly. She was altogether worried about Hiccup, and furious at Heather for causing it. She tried to keep looking at the situation objectively, but it was very hard. She needed to know what Heathers' situation was, and what her intentions were.
Then there was the situation with the Lavalouts. She wasn't fully opposed to making Röngvaldr "disappear" suddenly, especially after threatening her. In fact, she was sure the Bogburglars could do it quietly, and discreetly. But no, this would only raise questions later, and could possibly backfire on them. No! It must be done above-board. Maybe they could find a way to help the situation along… She got an idea in that instant. Then a plan began forming…
And on top of all this, she was very tired. She had not fully recovered from the incident at the nest. She had slept very soundly, yes, next to Hiccup… But she needed more rest. It would have to wait… The island was in full view now. She calmed her mind and set it to the task before her. She and Hulda dropped down. She noted a clearing off to her left, but she knew from the maps she had seen, the village lay further in. They flew on.
The village soon came into view. They made a long slow pass around it. As she understood, they were used to dragons, but they had been capturing them. And with the incident those years ago… She looked down. The people were running about, but they didn't seem to be panicking. A group of soldiers started gathering in a square in front of a large building. She directed Hulda towards it. They hovered before them for a few moments. Hulda was screeching and squawking loudly in warning. When it seemed they were not advancing on them, they landed. Hulda wasn't entirely convinced, as she stamped her feet and continued to squawk loudly.
The doors to the building burst open. Windshear came darting out. Her eyes were narrowed. She then raised her head hissing, raising her wings in a defensive manner. She stopped as soon as she recognized who it was. She then came bounding over, head bobbing. Hulda answered with a few head bobs of her own. Chirping a greeting.
Heather came running out, and skidded to a halt. She was quite attractive. Her eyes were a deeper green than Hiccups, and just as keen. Yes, there was intelligence there. Her raven black hair was tied in a braid down her back. She held a curious axe. It looked like two axes joined at the handle. Her eyes narrowed. She made her way down the steps, and toward her. She stopped in front of the soldiers. A respectable distance away.
"Who are you? And what do you want?" Her eyes flitted between her and Hulda. She was being sized up. She straightened her back.
"I am Elsa Ellesmyre the First! Queen of Arendelle! Betrothed of Chief Hiccup Haddock. Now Acting Chieftain of Berk. We need to talk…" There was a slight change in her features as she introduced herself. Heather continued to size her up, then turned her head to the side.
"Stand down! Return to your posts!" A man standing next to her spoke up. She assumed he was an officer.
"But Heather, She is a Berkian! We swore to never let another one of, -those touch our soil!" She rounded on him.
"Oh REALLY? Yet you let that weasel-shit Reifnir walk all over! You nearly made him Chief! If I hadn't shown up, you ALL would have let him lead you to ruin! I SAID, STAND DOWN!" Her eyes were practically blazing. The man shrunk a little, and moved away. She was impressed. For the man was nearly three times her size. She glared at him as he walked away.
Heather then turned her gaze back to her. She was still being sized up, she realized. She was trying very hard to reign in her anger. Hiccup was supposedly her friend, yet she had attacked him. She tried to put it in perspective. If someone had hurt Anna, she would be very upset. And this whole situation was a bit, -complicated. After a fairly uncomfortable silence, her features softened slightly.
"So? Let's talk!" She turned and started walking up a path through the village. As she still was carrying her axe, she untied her staff, and slid out of the saddle. She gave Hulda, then Windshear a friendly pat, and followed her. She started a bit behind her, but as they walked, she came up along side of her. She seemed to be deep in thought at times. But then started stealing glances at her. They were out of the village and deep in the woods when she finally stopped and turned to her.
"So, how is Hiccup?" The very way she said it irritated her. But maybe she was being unfair.
"He's taken a fever from his wounds. He rests now in his home." There was an edge to her voice she couldn't quite remove. Her eyebrows raised slightly and her mouth dropped open. Her features fell after a moment. She looked away closing her eyes tightly, her lips a thin line. She then spun, and started stomping off in the direction they'd been heading.
The path they followed looked like it had been a road once. There were two distinct tracks. But now it seemed nature had started to reclaim it. They had gone quite a distance before her pace slowed. She came up alongside her. They walked for a while longer before she spoke again.
"SO! Betrothed huh? Funny, -he didn't mention that when we talked the other night…" It was all she could do not to hit her with something.
"I doubt you gave him much time to explain!" She rounded. There was a murderous look in her eyes. A fierce scowl on her face. The angle of the axe she held shifted slightly. She was ready. Berk had slighted her, but she had injured her future husband, maybe even… NO! She couldn't think like that! She matched her scowl. She was completely against any kind of violence, but this woman was testing her very limits! They stood like this for several very tense moments. It could go either way. Heather then turned and stomped off again. After a few furious steps, she started running. She let out an angry yell, and quickened her pace. Before she got out of sight, she darted to her right into the woods.
She took several deep, calming breaths. Closing her eyes, stamping out her anger. She opened her eyes and was surprised there wasn't a foot of snow on the ground. She was getting a bit aggravated. She was wasting time. Time better used looking after Hiccup. She took another calming breath. She should leave her to it, but no, they needed to talk. She could hear her thrashing through the woods. The occasional ring of metal against, -something.
She walked up the road, and turned off at near the same place she did. She followed the sounds of her thrashing. The woods were thick, but then started to thin out. She started noticing an acrid smell. Very faint, but present. There seemed to be a clearing up ahead.
Then she noticed them. Only a few here and there at first. But they soon grew in number. Bare trunks standing tall and straight. Blackened, and covered with soot. The very soil under her feet was very dark in color. After walking a few more paces, she found herself in the middle of a clearing. As she looked the trees at the edge formed a near-perfect circle. The ones bordering it were scarred from fire. Just below the surface of newly-grown underbrush were blackened, fallen logs.
One side of the clearing was devoid of trees. Bordered instead by a few younger trees and taller brush. Over the top of this she could tell was a larger clearing, or possibly a field. But there were also more of these blackened trunks, except they were tightly clumped together, and tilted at odd angles. The scent she had picked up grew a bit stronger. She picked her way carefully across the clearing. Stepping over fallen logs and burnt trunks. She ducked down to make her way through the undergrowth. When she was able to straighten herself. She was met with an eerie sight.
It was a village, or at least, it used to be. The trees she thought she saw were actually parts of a house frame. The one looked like it had been a two-story building of some sort. Long burned and collapsed on itself. Indeed, she counted eight buildings in much the same state laid before her. She stood in what must have been the main street. She walked on, coming to another street, crossing the one she walked on. On either side, there were six or seven buildings. All in the same state of destruction. Some empty lots, others… she couldn't tell if it was a home, or a shop of some sort she was looking at.
There were another ten buildings then another street. Another eight or so buildings on the other side. It then opened out onto a wide beach. A harbor just beyond. At the edge of the buildings, sitting on her feet, was Heather. Her axe on the ground at her side. She seemed to be looking out over the water. She came up beside her and looked out too. It was maybe two hundred fifty yards to the waters' edge. There were posts sticking up out of the water. Supports for docks, she assumed. There were also a few masts sticking up out of the water.
The beach, the very ground was charred! Although a few weeds, and even some wildflowers had gained a foothold here and there. Off to her left, she noticed a small spit of land. Maybe ten yards across and forty yards long stuck out into the harbor. At its' center two poles, or perhaps they were spears, were stuck in the ground crossing each other. A bit of cloth attached to them fluttered on an occasional breath of wind.
So this was the place! This was where… She stepped back to her left, looking back in the direction she had come. Then back to the water. This was it… She could almost see the battle… The soldiers… they had possibly been hidden in the village, or in the woods yonder… That spit of land… They, -she had landed there, and fought for her life… and lost….Those spears! That is the spot where… A cold chill ran up her spine. As she looked out, the whole area encompassed about a half-mile total. From the edge of the burning, to the rocks bordering on her right. It was quite impressive, but also… on that day… horrific. The flames, the soldiers… She closed her eyes tightly, and sent a prayer to the Gods. For any and all souls that may be still lost on their way…
She considered Heather for a moment. She was looking out over the water. Looking, but not really seeing, it seemed. She drew in a breath and released it slowly. She looked down, then back out.
"What, -what was he thinking?" It was a question not really directed at her. She looked out herself.
"He wasn't thinking, only… feeling. Feeling the hurt, -the loss…" She huffed.
"My brother…" She spat the word out bitterly. "I, -I was taken from my birth family when I was a little girl… And raised by another family. When I was fifteen, we were taken by Alvin the Treacherous. I was forced to steal the book of dragons from Berk. -To save my family. I even stole Stormfly from Astrid!" She chuckled. "She was so mad! -I wound up giving her back, and together, with Hiccup and the others, got the book back, and saved my parents…" She looked at Heather. She was still looking out. Smiling at the memories, she felt. Then her features fell.
"When I was older… My parents were killed in a Berserker raid. I came back to the archipelago, and found Windshear. And went on a mission to find Dagur, and take my revenge! We ran into Hiccup again along the way… He discovered my birth family… My father was actually -Oswald the Agreeable! Chief of the Berserkers!" She gasped. She had not heard this before! Her heart went out to her, despite what happened. This would indeed complicate things. Heather sighed heavily.
"All I ever wanted was a family… I was on my own, -for a very long time… So, I took up with Dagur, and tried to be his sister… But I found out that he had taken up with a group of dragon hunters. They wanted to capture the dragons, and sell their claws, their fangs, even their hides! To markets in the East… I couldn't allow that to happen. Astrid and I came up with a plan, and with Hiccup and the others, wound up breaking up the hunters' ring… After that… Dagur seemed to change…" She closed her eyes tightly after a few moments, and hung her head. Shaking it slightly…
"He, -he started to care… for, -for his people, -and the dragons… I was so happy! We started talking of improvements to the island, to the tribe… Of trade with other nations… We were going to make Berserk the new center of the archipelago! So, he sent me away, to find partners…" She looked down again knotting her brow.
"I, -I should have known….Why… why… why couldn't I see…" She shook her head vehemently. She tried not to lose her anger at her, but it was slipping away, bit by bit.
"I guess as soon as I left, he started making trouble. I heard he wanted all the dragons to himself… all their power…" She huffed. "He never really could see that it's the bond you form with your dragon… the trust you build… that is where the true power lies." She looked up, and they locked eyes. All the pain and confusion, it was all there. She realized she was being completely honest with her. It helped, but…
"Heather… I understand, but… I, -I'm not ready to forgive you completely. I have a sister, and if something were to happen to her… I would be very upset too. And Hiccup… But I must ask after your situation here, and what your intentions are." She stood grabbing her axe. She rolled her shoulders and fixed her with an intense look. She was all business.
"Most of my council supports me by my birthright. And the tribe as well. I, -I'm not sure how long that will last… Especially when I tell them of my plans… I want to bring the dragons here. Not to be slaves, or pets. But friends! Just like it is on Berk. I want to make it into a southern sanctuary for them. And if it comes about, a fortress against any who would come to do the dragons harm!" She was taken by her conviction and her intensity. It was all good and well but…
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud chirping, squawking and gurgling. Hulda and Windshear flew overhead, and landed heavily on the beach some distance away. Windshear stood on her hind legs and roared loudly. Hulda answered with the same, screeching loudly and splaying her wings. Windshear then hopped around and nipped at Huldas' tail. She raised it, flexing the spines menacingly. Windshear crouched on her belly. She wriggled her whole body, opening her mouth slightly. They were playing! A small wave of relief spread through her body.
They both were tittering madly as they watched their dragons chase each other in circles for a bit. Hulda stopped, and squawked once. She then bounded off to the edge of the woods. She bent down, and came back up with a tree trunk in her beak. It was maybe a foot in diameter, and about thirty feet long. She started running around with it. Windshear gave chase, finally catching up. She took the other end in her mouth. A great dragon tug o' war ensued, neither giving ground. Hulda finally managed to yank it out of her mouth, then ran off. Winshear giving chase again.
Her sides were starting to hurt. It was so cute, and comical! Heather was laughing too, until they locked eyes again. There was still some underlying tension. She raised her chin, giving her a considering look.
"As far as my intentions?" She paused. "I don't intend on attacking Berk, if that's what you're thinking. Nor do I intend on going there and asking for reparations. I know Hiccup didn't have anything to do with that. Despite what I've been told…" She looked away and grabbed her chin.
"You know, if I did show up there, with a group of soldiers, it would put the fear of Odin into anyone opposed to you…" She gave her a sidelong glance. She was grateful but…
"Thank you, but Hiccup has banished those responsible. The tribe supports me, nearly completely." Heather nodded. Then an apologetic look took over her features. She reached out, then drew back.
"Elsa? I'm really, -very sorry! Can I… May I come see him?" She was opposed. She was angry with her… But Hiccup would probably appreciate it, even though he may not remember it…
"Heather…" She drew in a deep breath and released it. "Hiccup and I have discussed this. I, -have spoken for you, for the tribe, and the other Chiefs. They will support you, as will I, -but you must promise me to never, - EVER do something like this again!" Her tone was meant to be menacing. She did not make idle threats. She noted a small flash of fear in her eyes. Good! She nodded vigorously.
"Of course, Elsa!" She sighed heavily. She was angry, but Heather had been honest. She needed to show good faith. It would put her actions in perspective…
"Do you know Berk well? Do you know of the Cove, where Hiccup and Toothless met?" She nodded twice. "Hiccup has kept a couple of Changewings there Tofi, and Æsa. Come after sunset. I shall be with him the rest of the day…" She nodded and gave her thanks.
They were distracted again by loud hissing and squawking. Hulda was perched on a pile of rocks. Windshear bounded up and started nipping at her ankles. The Nadder jumped into the air voicing her protest. Hulda made a circle. Windshear climbed up, and was hissing menacingly. Hulda landed, and used her snout to push Windshear off. And the process was repeated. It was hard not to laugh, silly dragons. At least they were getting along. Their eyes met again.
"Elsa? I'm really glad we talked. I, -I won't keep anything from you… Hiccup… He has always been kind to me… I, I thought that, well… he, and I… might…" She sighed heavily.
"Yes, yes… You, and Camicazi, and every other young maiden in the archipelago! But, -I spoke for him first! He's MINE!" She couldn't help the small curl of her lips. Heather seemed to get it. A smirk formed on her face. She took a half-step back, and grabbed a skirt that wasn't there. She gave a cheeky curtsey.
"Of course! Your Highness!" Yes, they could probably be friends, -eventually. Only time would tell. She called Hulda. She tromped up to her chirping happily. Windshear bounded up too. She took her horn, and rubbed her chin affectionately. She climbed in the saddle, there was one more thing…
"We need to talk, at length. There are several things going on here that needs discussed Chief!" Heather nodded resolutely.
"Of course Elsa!" They shared a firm nod. Hulda leapt into the sky, and they were off…
She was knitting furiously! She wasn't even sure what she was making. The repetitive movements helped calm her mind, and kept the dark thoughts at bay… for a time. The somber mood of this evening hadn't helped a lot. And Hiccups' condition hadn't improved… If someone were to ask her, it seemed he was getting worse!
The entire tribe had gathered. -Again, something like this hadn't happened in many a long year. Fishlegs read the order, and Tuffnut and Snotlout carried it out. It was more symbolic than anything, but she could appreciate its meaning. In her part of the world, this was called treason. The three were public servants. They had used their office for personal gain, and in doing so, endangered the whole tribe. They forfeit their lands and titles, and were sent away. In her part of the world… There was only one penalty for this… the three were lucky…
And Heather had come and gone. It was only by the slightest of margins that she had stopped Valka from harming her. Even after Heather had taken a knee and apologized. She may have even damaged their relationship a bit. But it was for Hiccup, and the girl herself too. Maybe she would be less inclined to act rashly in the future.
And they had spoken. She told Heather what she knew about this great dragon that may be somewhere out there. And she told her of her visit to the Lavalouts. She confided in Heather that Röngvaldr had threatened her. And Heather confided in her that the Lavalouts had sent soldiers to fight against Hiccup and the Allied Tribes. But for what reason, she couldn't say. The more she thought about it, the more she felt Hiccup was right. That there was something else going on in the background… unseen as of yet…
She was distracted by a rustling of cloth. Hiccup was stirring. His arms were moving under the blanket, his head turning from side to side. She got up from her chair and sat on the bed. He started moaning something. It sounded like a plea. She tried placing a hand on his forehead, but with his head moving… She put her left hand on the right side of his face. He was incredibly warm to the touch. Perhaps she could calm him… She only got a couple of fingers on his forehead, before his head shot up off the pillow. His eyes flashed open…
"NO! -ELSA!" His eyes were glassy, he wasn't seeing… His eyes flashed to her for a short moment, before his head dropped down on the pillow. His eyelids fluttered… his eyes rolled… And he was lost to her again. Her heart clenched. She bent over quickly and grabbed a cup from the table next to the bed. She winnowed a hand under his head, and got him to take a bit of the broth. -It was something. She put down the cup and ran her fingers through his hair. His head twitched a few more times. He moaned again…
"Dad? -Astrid?" Her eyes welled up. If he was seeing them… She opened her heart.
" Please! Send him back to me!" Her throat closed up. She closed her eyes, and drew in a halting breath. A few tears escaped… "Please!" She fought tooth and nail not to loose herself to despair.
After many long moments she was able to gather herself. She put on her nightgown, and snuffed the candles out. She lifted the covers, and scooted up next to him. He was still very warm. She placed her hand on his chest. His heart still beat strongly. She craned her neck, bringing her lips close to his ear.
"I love you Hiccup!" He stirred slightly, and moaned. It was close enough for her. She laid her head down, and was fast asleep…