She sat there on the ledge, a little way from the springs. Her arms propped behind her, Legs over the edge. She looked over the sea… South, she was pretty sure. South… that's where she would like to go… but, no… She wanted to be here. With him. She did love him… but, -but… She sighed heavily. She did, she loved him. This was, -unexpected, -and somewhat troublesome. -And she wasn't reading some fairytale book in a safe, quiet library somewhere. Thousands of miles away. This was real-life, here, -now.
She looked up. It was a bright, clear day. A tad windy, but good. Excellent for flying. She wanted to, but her problem was here on the ground. Flying would be a temporary respite at best. No, flying would come later, she still had several tribes she needed to visit. Maybe she would meet him… on the way…
No, -no. That wouldn't be… She wasn't… OK with this. She had given away too much. That evening, when he told her. She had been shocked. She must have given something away in her expression. He looked so sad… And after, the next morning, when she saw him. He would hardly look at her, and the look on his face… so, -defeated. She wanted to reach out to him, but at the same time, she couldn't let it pass.
She chided herself. NO! This wasn't some fairy tale! Men, -people actually died. Spilled their entrails on the ground… Watered the grass with blood. All over Europa… All those battlefields… Bodies piled like firewood… All she had read about were the great deeds, the heroic actions. Now that she was older, and understood more, these facts were not lost on her. And while she had never experienced it herself, not personally, she knew the Captain was right. War was a terrible, nasty thing.
But why was she having such a, -problem with this? He had taken the dragons, and, -and… She could barely think what it was like, to be in his shoes, well, shoe… Maybe it was because, -well Hiccup, her Hiccup, he wasn't like this… It was hard for her to see him commit such an act. An act so, -violent, so, -cruel… He had used his, gift, -and… and…
She chided herself again. She thought to her Great-Great Grandfather, Oskar the Great. He had landed on the coast, and spent most of his life conquering the whole peninsula of Nordflae. Carving out a kingdom. Laying waste to the uncivilized tribes. Forging alliances, and treaties with the settlements. Providing for her, and everyone who came after, a home. A place to call their own. How much bloodshed was involved? In a lifetime? -Probably lots! She loved him, though she never met him… not that she remembered. At least because he was family, -and that he had provided this home for her… and hers.
Perhaps that was it. The fact that someone she loved, -very much. Had done something like this… Had used their talents… Their, -gift… Ohhh! She growled to herself in frustration. She needed to talk, -to, someone. She thought to Valka, but she felt her too, close to the situation. She needed someone not, -directly involved.
Hulda nudged her gently, and started picking at her hair. She smiled and scratched her chin. Thank the Gods for this wonderful creature! She sensed her tumult, and offered a distraction. She was glad to oblige her. Their bond had grown over the past few days. At the nest, and over to the Murderous tribe. She had learned to trust her explicitly. She couldn't imagine… The real test would perhaps come later… She smiled as she thought about flying her to Arendelle. Landing in the courtyard… all the surprised and shocked faces! And Anna! Ooooh! Would she be mad or jealous? Yes! Definitely jealous!
She chuckled to herself. She rose and brushed herself off. She walked up the path, past the springs. There was no one there, -it wasn't wash day. Her thoughts took a different path… She, and Hiccup, -bathing here, -together. A flush of heat coursed through her body. She stamped them down. It would do her no good right now. She continued walking, and found herself near the lower square. Walking across, she heard someone singing horribly in a familiar voice. She turned and headed off in that direction.
Gobber had his back to her as she walked in. He was pumping at a lever. As he pushed down, the flame grew hotter. He added a few logs, and pumped a few more times. Singing as he went. He turned and stopped as he recognized her. He gave a huge warm smile that she returned.
"Ahh! Mornin' lass! What brings ye here?" He asked.
"Well, I heard this noise, as if someone was strangling a dragon. I had to come see." His features fell, but there was a glint in his eye.
"And SO! If ye think ye can do better, I'll teach ye th' words! Come on then!" She smiled and laughed. Holding up her hands.
"No, no thank you! You're doing well enough." He snorted, and fixed her with a look.
"I've heard you sing quite well, like a bloody nightingale! C'mon then!" She smiled but…
"No, I, -I don't feel much like singing…" His features softened a little.
"So, ye didn't come here just ta tease an old man? What is it lass?" She really didn't want to burden him. But she was told he knew him better than anyone on the island.
"Gobber? I, -he, he told me what happened, with the Beserkers." He knotted his brows, and drew his lips in a thin line. He nodded slightly.
"Ahhh, that! Took us all by surprise, tha' did! But lass, ye must understand… He loved Astrid v'ry much. It almost broke him, when we lost 'er. We thought we lost him too for a time…" She hadn't heard much about this…"Aye, he stayed gone for a time. Even when he came back, he wasn't himself… Took a long time ta get 'im ta even smile." She felt for him, she did… but…
"But Gobber? I, -I don't know… I'm not, sure-" He took a couple of steps and placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked him in the eye. There was nothing but warmth and compassion.
"Ah, lass! He loves ye! He does! But bringin' up them old memories… It's hard on 'im, it is. 'es made peace wi' it. But it keeps comin' back." He sighed. "Lass, ye must find it in yerself ta f'give 'im, or not… It's up to you." She nodded. It was up to her, but could she? Could she really forgive him such a thing? She wasn't sure…
They chatted for a while until she was collected by Gjaflaug. She had a stormy expression on her face when she arrived, but Gobbers' antics and wit had her smiling again. She thought to ask, but they would have the whole day for other discussions. They left the forge and walked to the chiefs' hall. She went into the stable, and grabbed two saddlebags. She introduced the girl to Hiln, and explained what happened to her. She nodded grimly, but said nothing. They then went to the Great Hall, and packed a bit of food for their trip. Probably unnecessary, but she wanted to be prepared. They had been at it for a few moments when Bótolfr sautnered up to them.
"And where might you two be headed?" It sounded light-hearted, but she paid him no mind. Gjaflaug it seemed, was up to the task.
"Just out for a flight." She left him hanging. After an uncomfortable silence, he spoke again.
"Oh? Then allow me to arrange an escort. Wouldn't want anythin' bad ta happen to ye." The younger girl rounded on him.
"Oh AYE? Ye think we nothin' but simpering barmaids!? Ye think us weak, and unable? I am Gjaflaug Niúsidottor! Of the Lavalouts! And I am worth ten of you willyninnies!" Bótolfr spluttered.
"I, -I am an elder! And a member of the council! You'll not speak to me that way" She could swear she was enjoying this.
"OH? And I am to be the Chiefs' wife! SO! If ye don't want an ill word spoken against ye, you'll leave us be! Or by the GODS! I'll have ye shipped out on the first boat! With naught but a knife between the three of ye!" What she said stung a little, but it was so much fun! The man went from pale to red in a few breaths' time. He opened his mouth, then closed it. He turned and stormed off. She chanced a glance up, but the silence spoke volumes. There were looks of shock all around.
She finished packing and straightened. Gjaflaug finished a moment later. They shared a look. The girls' mouth cracked into a tiny, wicked smile. She couldn't help herself… Her laughter burst forth like a tidal wave. Followed by the younger girls' too. They left the hall laughing and giggling. They had their dragons saddled quickly. They met in the square, and left. She chanced a look back. There were four people standing in the square. She couldn't tell if they were looking at them, nor could she say who they were.
She intended to go to the Trollguts, but felt the need to stop somewhere else first. She needed to talk. -to someone, -still. They headed west and south. Gjaflaug glanced at her, but said nothing. She was seemingly lost in her own thoughts. As was she. Before long, Bog Island came into view. They made their approach, and landed in the square. They were met by several armed women. It seemed many of them recognized her, but were a little wary of her partner.
After a few moments Camicazi stepped out of the hall. She shot them both a wary glance. Maybe she could help… She knew him too after all.
"Kirsten… Gjafluag… What brings you here?" She was almost sneering at the girl, but she was being civil.
"Camicazi! How are you? Is you mother here?" She shook her head.
"My ma's gone to Hopeless. Said she'd be there most of the day." She nodded, well…
"I see… Can we, -talk?" She nodded, and cast Gjaflaug a glance. She took a breath.
"Visna? W, would you show our other, guest our hall? If she's hungry… Or, give her a tour? Whichever you prefer…" Gjaflaug frowned, but…
"I, I think I would, like a tour of your island, -Thank you!" Cami nodded. She should let these two talk. Maybe later. Cami led her away, taking a path through the village. Before long they were walking along the edge of a pasture. There was tension, but she understood. Camicazi broke the silence.
"I, -I'll have you know, I'm very jealous of you!" She nodded. "I, I had hoped, maybe one day, he and I…" She huffed. They took a few more steps.
"But, -wouldn't that… How would that work? There are no men allowed here, yes?" She nodded.
"Yes but, with things, -changing, with, with him as our… King, well, we, -he could, you know, change things!" She saw it now, and just as with Gjaflaug, she had come along… That brought a flurry of feelings she didn't want to deal with right now. She liked Camicazi, from their first introduction. But there was tension, how would she… Could she? She must have sensed her conflict. She stopped and took her arm.
"El, Elsa? What's wrong?" She sighed.
"Hiccup, -told me about that day, -the day… Astrid was killed." She narrowed her eyes, and nodded. She released her arm, they started walking.
"That was a dark day… For, -for all of us!" She seemed lost in thought, they took a few more steps. "I, I was there that day…" She hadn't thought…"Astrid, she asked me to, to back them up. She feared for Hiccup… He, he was never really good with weapons… for a long time." She didn't know… she hadn't heard this before… Cami shook her head.
"Dagur, -he always picked on Hiccup! Even as children! I stood up for him… several times… but, anyway… Astrid, she fought him, Aye! And almost had him… But he… slashed her, across the belly… It was nothing… but, -she paused for, for a brief moment…" She sucked in a breath. Cami turned to her, her face grim. She nodded slightly.
"Hiccup… You could hear his cry… All across the battlefield! He, -he lit his sword, -and jumped off Toothless… before he even landed! He, he fought like a madman! I'd never seen… He cut him several times… He stuck him with a spear, then jumped up, and kicked him, in the head, with his… foot…" Her heart went out to him, hearing this. Camicazi continued.
"He, he stuck him a few more times, propped him up… Stuck him to the ground with, Astrids' axe… Dagur was a scalded, bloody mess. Hiccup jumped on Toothless… I, I ducked in, and took… her body, and got her out of there. Hiccup… He, -burned everything! Everything, except… Dagur… just left him there… to watch…" She sucked in a breath and released it. It seemed to calm her.
"He left, after… He, we sent Astrid off to Valhalla… And he left…" This she had heard. "I, we sent some of the sisters after him, you know, to trail him… just to, -be sure… They lost his trail somewhere towards the Mainland" She looked away, then drew another calming breath.
"About six months later, Valka, She found him on Dragon Island. I came straight over… He, -was a mess. He was very thin… he barely… spoke, to anyone. I, -I spent, time with him, com, -comforted him… Not -like that, but, you know… gave him, a shoulder… Listened to him…" She closed her eyes tightly. It seemed she even, -blushed a little. She was a bit indignant at first, but no, Cami was just being a friend… a good friend. She understood more now how she felt, what she must be feeling now. Her heart went out to her. She placed a hand on her arm. After a moment, Camicazi shook herself and fixed her with a look. There was hurt, and a bit of confusion… vulnerability… She couldn't imagine…
"Was Hiccup, -your… your, first?" She frowned a little, and looked away, She seemed, embarrassed by her own boldness.
"Yes, -well, no… I, I had several suitors. Especially early in my reign…" Cami nodded. "Some of the most handsomest, finest-dressed men in the world! Men of all shapes and sizes, and, -age wanted my hand…" Cami rolled her eyes and giggled.
"Oh the horror!" She couldn't help but laugh herself.
"Yes! Well, I was only interested in a couple of them, and had actually… spent time with one of them…" She thought back. She, -she could hardly remember his name! And it was all Hiccups' fault! Her heart clenched…
"Only, only to find out, all they wanted was to use my power, or my position to further themselves!" Cami nodded and looked askance, then back. A light seemed to come on…
"Wow! I, -I never though of it that way… I'd always though it was like, These men showering you with jewels and fine silks and linens… Doing nothing but eat, and drink wine, and count your gold all day!" She chuckled.
"No Cami!" She said flatly. "I am a ruler! Like your mother, or Hiccup. And that's what I did, I ran my kingdom, -and, gave up on my hopes of marrying someone I loved… I, -I threw myself into my work, and well…" Cami nodded. Then her mouth curled slightly.
"Then along came Hiccup! Did it really happen like my Ma said? Do tell!" She told her, of them tumbling to the ground and looking up at him the first time. When she stopped snorting and laughing, she gave her a fond look.
And these memories, while good, -stung a little. Made her heart clench. She knew, even then, he would come to mean something to her. But now, things had changed… Had they? Had they really changed? Both yes, and -no. She, -she didn't know this about him… But she did love him… and… and…
Camicazi placed a hand on her shoulder, jarring her from her thoughts. "Elsa?"
"Cami? I, -I don't… know I, I…" She closed her eyes and hung her head. Her mind was backwards and forwards, all in the same instant. Twirling in circles. She ducked down. "Elsa?" She opened her eyes again. Cami caught her gaze, and stood her upright. She fixed her with a look.
"Elsa! If you love him, and he loves you, you will find a way…" Her words rang true, and struck a chord, deep inside her. She was filled with a sudden surge of confidence, and -hope. She smiled brightly, for the first time in days. Camicazi nodded once, the corner of her mouth curled. They turned, and headed back to the village.
They talked along the way. Camicazi offered her thoughts on the other Chiefs, and the politics of the archipelago. She was very grateful. She told her of her plan to see the Lavalouts. She stopped in her tracks.
"Elsa! Are, -are you insane? We, we've sent people there before… we're lucky they came back! Some had their dragons cut and pierced with arrows!" She'd not heard this. It made her pause. NO! This had to be done!
"Cami? Gjaflaug will be with me! -Surely they wouldn't harm one of their own? Even if she is riding a dragon? And I am from the south. Many of the people I have spoken to are wary. This, Röngvaldr wouldn't dare harm an emissary from the south would he?" She looked down, her face twisting in thought. She looked up and spoke.
"Well, he's not exactly the brightest candle… But, -Elsa… She, she's one of them! Do you, can you, -trust her?" She nodded.
"We have spoken a great deal. Now she has a dragon… She's very grateful, she understands, and she wants to help." Cami knotted her brow. "And besides, would you rather Hiccup went over there? What do you think they would do to him, if he went over there first? No! I must set the table, so to speak… So they'll think twice before harming him. I have an idea for Gjaflaugs' father, and Röngvaldr, if they don't do anything stupid, and a plan if they do!" She was still deep in thought, then their eyes met.
"I'm coming with you!"
"NO! You most certainly will NOT!" She saw anger flash in her eyes.
"Cami, please! You would be a distraction. I don't want them to think that Hiccup sent me, not even for an instant! If it's just me and Gjaflaug, it should be harder for him to make the connection." She was still glaring at her, but she relented.
"That's… I wouldn't have thought of that…" She looked away again. She figured she would follow them anyway. In fact, she was almost counting on it. If something did happen…
"Cami? If I am to be Queen, this is something I must do, yes? I must meet with people, -myself. If anything, to place names with faces, to learn that the places are, more than points on a map… yes?" She looked back, locking eyes with her after a few more moments. There was understanding there, and something else. She placed a hand on her arm.
"Elsa? Be careful…" She opened her mouth, then closed it. She still didn't look entirely convinced… Good!
"Camicazi! I can take care of myself!" She cocked an eyebrow.
"Well, do you think I became Queen with my good looks and charm alone?" She batted her eyelashes. Cami snorted, then rolled her eyes.
"No Elsa! I don't think that at all!" They shared a laugh. Her eyes met Camis' Yes, this woman was definitely going to be a member of her court! If not her personal staff. Her and Gjaflaug. They would be an incredible one-two punch! Right in the head!
They continued walking. She told Camicazi she would visit the Trollguts first. She snorted, and offered stories of their childhood. Playing together at the gatherings. They were always getting into trouble. Mostly because of her, or Thuggory. Playing pranks on their parents, getting on to other mischief. Hiccup would always take the blame for them. She understood. It had made them all fiercely loyal to him. Good! More than good!
They made their way to the square. They found Gjaflaug brushing Biscuits' scales, talking to two women. She glanced at them, but Cami gathered her attention as she walked up to her and offered her arm. She clasped it somewhat hesitantly.
"Gjaflaug? Y, -you are most welcome here! Maybe tomorrow, if you're not busy… We, we could talk?" She looked taken aback. She looked at her, then Camicazi, smiling brightly.
"Yes! I, -I would like that very much!" She gave her arm a firm tug. Cami then turned to her. Clasping her arm firmly.
"Lady Kirsten? And you as well! Please! Come over anytime! We'll teach these men proper fear and respect for us women!" They all burst out laughing. Ahhh, this fierce, fierce woman! She liked her -truly!
They made it to the Trollguts by late morning. Dogsbreath was a bit flustered. Normally a visit such as this would be announced. But she had thought word had gotten around… apparently she was wrong. It was alright with her that he wasn't quite ready to receive them. It was endearing that he wanted to give a good impression, and a bit funny to watch him stumbling trying to do so. She tried not to laugh… too hard…
Yes, he obviously wanted to give an impression, but she couldn't tell who he wanted to impress more, -her, or Gjaflaug. She caught him a few times staring. So did the girl. She didn't seem to take notice. If she did she didn't say anything.
After a short tour, they had lunch in the Great Hall. They both were given a seat at the main table. She chatted with his counsel, and finished her meal early. She excused herself, and walked around the Hall. She introduced herself to many people. She was warmly welcomed. She spoke with them about dragons, and family, and politics. They had many good things to say of their Chief, and of Chief Haddock. They were grateful for their alliance. For under it, they were prospering.
She couldn't help but notice in her absence, Gjaflaug and Dogsbreath had struck up a conversation. At one point, it became somewhat animated, as he was obviously trying to describe… something. They shared a laugh, and… there! A look, for just a moment… Then, they suddenly turned away from each other… Hmmm. She knew Dogsbreath wasn't married. Perhaps… She would talk to them separately. Hiccup was taken, but… Maybe she could marry a Chief…
Her chest tightened. She, and Hiccup… married… If he, if she… If she could find it in herself… She was struck with another thought. If he, -didn't decide on another course… because she… She sighed, because, it seemed, she had let him down, -again! No! She would find it in there… somewhere. After all, wasn't that why she was out here doing this? For them, -for their, -future?
She was jolted out of her thoughts by Dogsbreaths' hand on her arm. He looked around and lowered his voice.
"Elsa? -What is it?" He looked very concerned. It was endearing. She told him of their conversation. Of her reaction, and his. He nodded in understanding. He looked over his shoulder, then took a few steps and had words with a woman standing nearby…
"Let us talk, yes?" She nodded. They left the Hall and walked through the village. They came to a large, tall building. He called it a… hanger? Inside there were stalls and perches for dragons. There were also the heavy doors she had seen on Berk. They would close them when it stormed. Protecting the dragons from the winds and rain.
He chose a corner out of the way, but not completely. He was protecting her! She liked him even more. He explained he was there also that day, but had only seen the aftermath. He was horrified too, but they were Vikings. Violence was a way of life for them, for a very long time. Until Hiccup Haddock came along and started changing their minds. First about the dragons, then about many other things they had held on to.
They all had been worried about him after. He left, but came back. He wasn't the same. It had taken a while, but they finally got him back to laughing and smiling again, but still…
"He still wasn't… quite himself… Until a certain pretty, young maiden came here from the South…" He cast a sidelong glance at her. She felt her cheeks heat. He smiled a bit smugly.
"Yes Elsa! Seeing him with you, even though it's not been much. I see something I'd never hoped to see in him again!" She offered a small smile which he returned. He took her right hand in his left, and covered it with his right.
"Elsa? I'm very happy for him! And you! He loves you, it will all work out I'm sure…" She wished she could be as confident. But he was his friend, he knew him. She took a small comfort in that.
They walked around the hanger. He told her of some of the ideas they were working on. She told him of her country, and her sister, who was spoken for… Which reminded her…
"You and, -Gjaflaug, -seemed to have, -struck an accord?" His head whipped around. It was her turn. She offered a smug smile.
"Perhaps I shall speak with her father for you?" He stopped and fixed her, knotting his brow.
"Elsa? That's, -It's very dangerous for you! If something should happen…" Her ire was raised a little.
"Dogsbreath!" She inhaled deeply, calming herself. "This is something I must do. Surely you understand…" He nodded, not convinced. "And Camicazi will be with me!" He cocked an eyebrow.
"Yes! Cami will be there… Because I specifically told her not to!" His mouth curled a little. He nodded again.
"I'm surprised you're not all black and blue! Cami was never one for taking orders… Or being a diplomat. -But Elsa… Aside from the fact that you could be hurt, or… Hiccup… It, -it would throw the whole archipelago into chaos! Please consider that!" She nodded. She had considered that. She felt it was worth the risk… for their future.
They left the hanger. He offered what he knew of Röngvaldr, and tips on speaking with him. She was grateful, even more so at the strength of the alliances Hiccup had formed without, it seemed, even trying. Her heart tugged at her. Where was he? She needed to see him, to talk to him.
They met Gjaflaug at the main square. She was there, with Hulda, and Biscuit, and another energetic Deadly Nadder. It seemed they were… greeting? Each other? No, this was different.
"Oi! Disa! Leave the poor lad alone! He's got a full day ahead of him yet!" He smiled. Now she understood. Hulda rested on her haunches. But these two were hopping about. Wings flapping, heads bobbing. They were… Oooohh! -Well, it would provide a convenient excuse… Hmmm. Gjaflaug and Dogsbreath wound up standing next to each other, whether consciously, or not, she couldn't say. They were watching the dragons, smiling. They then shared a look, for a moment. Then it was gone. She was looking at her feet. And was she… blushing? He was rubbing the back of his head madly with his hand. It was incredibly cute. There may be a way to salvage this yet…
They said their goodbyes. Dogsbreath offered a standing invitation to them both. Any reason at all, they were welcome. A crowd had gathered. She climbed in the saddle. She noticed the girl look over her saddle, for just an instant, before she mounted up. She thanked them for her warm welcome, and promised another visit soon. She flashed a bright smile, then they took off. Gjaflaug cast a glance over her shoulder. It seemed she was troubled. She flew Biscuit closer.
"Lady Kirsten?" She hesitated. "You, you are keeping something… do you, -do you not -trust me still?" There was a bit of hurt. She hoped she would understand.
"Gjaflaug? One of the first lessons you learn as a leader, is that sometimes, you must keep certain things hidden from even those closest to you." She frowned.
"Your father, and your Uncle. They cannot have even the slightest notion that Hiccup has sent me." She looked back, still frowning.
"If they thought that, they would be less willing to talk. Yes? They would be more willing to harm me, or take me hostage, even though that would turn out badly for them." Her face softened. She nodded.
"You know that Hiccup and I have, -spoken for each other?" She nodded again. "That is information known only to the family, and a few of the allied tribes." She looked down, then back. Pure steel in her eyes.
"I, -I will do my best to protect you! My Lady!" She nodded, and gave her a smile.
"And I, Gjaflaug. I will do my best to protect you!" The girl nodded once, good! The deal was sealed. They were in this together. They flew on for another hour and a half. The island of the Lavalouts came into view. A cold dread crept up her spine. She stamped it down vehemently. She steeled herself. This was for Hiccup, -and their future!
They flew together as they got closer. They should take a turn around the village, make sure they're spotted. Make sure they know it's her, then land in front of their Hall. Gjaflaug nodded, and flew a little bit ahead. Taking the lead. They dropped down further as they neared the coastline. They overflew a fishing boat. The crew ducked for cover. Were they really that fearful? It was problematic. Maybe they didn't understand.
The village came into view. It was situated on a great finger of land. She noted there were two harbors. One on either side of the village. Large, and apparently -natural. That would be a boon for trading. She imagined it would hold all manner of ships of all sizes. Both of them looked deep enough, although one was full of their longboats and other manner of smaller craft, the other was -unused for the most part. There were docks, and a large pier, but no boats. Hmmm.
They flew around the edge of the village. People were clamoring all about. A horn sounded, and a bell. All manner of weapons in their hands. Men were climbing onto large catapults. Other men preparing them for use. They made a full turn, then dropped lower. They approached from the sea. Many people were gathering in the square. She noticed one young man in particular. He was a bit more finely dressed. And while he held a sword, it was lowered to his side, as was his shield. His gaze was wary, if not curious.
Speaking of which. Most of the people were staring at her partner. Well, there were the dragons too. They were squawking and chirping in warning. Many looks of shock and disbelief. One man stepped out from the crowd.
"Gjaflaug? What're ye doin' lass? Git off tha' thing before it kills ye!" Her answer was clear and forceful.
"No, Father! Tárr? I have brought with me the Lady Kirsten of Corona! She wishes to talk with your father." He considered Gjaflaug, then her. He looked at the people surrounding him. He spoke, but she couldn't hear. Whatever it was, it started a heated debate. Heads were shaking, hands were waving. Suspicious looks were cast their way. Finally he'd had enough. His voice rang out loud and clear.
"ENOUGH! I said LET THEM LAND! AND DO NOT HARM THE DRAGONS!" Many of them backed up, as if physically struck. She was impressed. She would try to talk to this young man if she got the chance. The people slowly formed a circle, clearing a spot for them. They set down rather heavily. She didn't mean to. Both dragons started putting on an aggressive display. Screeching and squawking loudly, stamping their feet, and splaying their wings. Most of the people backed further away. Gjaflaug spoke again.
"Your weapons, they make the dragons nervous!" Tárr considered her, then the dragons.
"Lower your weapons! Put them away! This woman is a foreign national and an emissary! As such, she is protected under international law! Any harm done to her, or impediment of her mission, would be considered an act of war!" She was impressed! This young man would be a great Chief someday! She noticed another person pushing through the crowd. He was huge! Broad shoulders, he towered over many of the people there. He made his way through, and looked at them both. He had black hair and a heavily braided beard that hung to his belly. He wore plate mail, and held a very large hammer. Behind him, and stepping to his side was a woman. Attractive, and nearly as large as he. Looking a little closer, she noticed a resemblance. The boys' mother, the Chiefs' wife.
Tárr strode up to his father. A conversation was had. She couldn't hear the words. It ended after a few moments. The Chief appeared to glare at his son for a moment, he then turned to her. Time for introductions.
"Greetings My Lord! I am Lady Kirsten Snjardrottnig, of the kingdom of Corona! I bear treaties, and agreements for trade, and the good will of His Majesty King Gregory! May we speak of trade, and politics?" He considered her for a moment. He appeared to be thinking heavily.
"What would a southern king want with us up here?" A fair question.
"Please My Lord! Is there nothing here? Why, on my way in, I noticed several islands overflowing with timber! Good and sturdy! Perfect for building great ships! And just here, I see two, two perfect, natural harbors! Good and deep! Such a place would be perfect as a base for exploration! For expanding our knowledge of the known world! Such ships would need to resupply here. Food, water, the timbers we just spoke of? And the captains of these ships would pay in gold and silver! Or if not, then traded for things that cannot be had or made here on your island…" She could almost hear the gears of his mind. She opted to push just a bit more.
"I have also heard of an ale that is brewed here… How did he put it? -It flows from the very Gods themselves, to us poor sots here on Midgard! Merely to tease us as to what awaits us in Valhalla!" She may have embellished that… a little. But, there! A small spark of pride, and not just the Chief! Good! He seemed to consider this, then regarded her again.
"Very well! I am Röngvaldr, Chief of the Lavalouts. My wife, Birla, and my son, Tárr. Come, let us talk." She nodded, then stopped.
"My Lord? May I have your direct assurance that our dragons will not be harmed?" He scowled, then relented. His voice carried all over the square. The dragons were not to be touched under pain of punishment. It was good enough for her.
They walked into the hall. It was not much different from the one on Berk. A small bit of fear crept up. She stamped it down. In reality, she was more worried for Gjaflaug and the dragons more than herself. She nonetheless willed a bit of her magic up, just in case. It was enough they had not been attacked outright. She took it as a good sign. He chose a table in the middle of the room. They sat, while Birla and Tárr stood a small distance away behind him. He held her under a piercing gaze for a moment, then spoke.
"So! What kinds of things, exactly would yer King be offerin' us?"
"Well, in addition to the gold, Materials could be sent here. To expand the docks and build more piers. I can see this island becoming the very center of shipping here in the archipelago!" His eyes widened slightly. It was quite the enticement.
"How about… protection? From my enemies…" He gave her a look. He was testing. Good! She liked a challenge!
"Enemies My Lord? Why, all seems peaceful, unless I miss my guess. There is no one fighting each other here. -Not that I have seen?" He gave her a somewhat flat look.
"My Lady… Surely bein' on Berk… Ye must've heard the rumors!" Hmmm.
"Ru, -rumors My Lord? I do not put much weight behind rumors. They often times come to naught, and are started and spread by those with nothing better to do than spread hate and discontent!" She wondered…
"Well! There's a rumor floatin' 'round here of a great and powerful kingdom! Aye! Sproutin' up all 'round us! Started and led by those with dragons! And word has it that Ifn we don' change, if we don' accept the dragons… He'll come 'round an' take us! Force the dragons on us! Whether we like it or no!" Hmmm, was he still testing?
"Well, My Lord, your local politics have no bearing on our agreement, -once there is one. As long as there is no interruption in trade, we often will not get involved… But, My Lord… I have seen nothing but good things coming from this relationship… with the dragons. Perhaps a… change… is in order?" He scoffed.
"BAH! We are the only ones! The ONLY ones tied with tradition! Over three hundred years of it! Dragons? A nuisance! That's all they be! The sooner they're all killed off, the better off we'll all be!" Tárr cleared his throat. Röngvaldrs head spun around. There was a sudden look of fear in the young mans eyes. Maybe it was time to stop toying with him. Her anger was on the rise. He turned back to her.
"So, My Lord, as I have it, you would rather keep fighting the dragons. Have them burn your village, steal your livestock, kill your people… What, what happens when all the livestock are gone? What happens when winter comes, and there aren't enough houses to be had? How will the people stay warm? What happens when there's not enough people to tend the fields, or man the fishing boats?" There was, -something in his eyes. But, she was done here. She took a page from her earlier meeting, and sighed.
"I waste my time… I can see there is nothing to be gained. You are obviously bent on your own destruction. There is no profit in it. So, I must bid you farewell, and good fortunes!" She stood, offering him a deep, respectful curtsey. She then turned and walked towards the door. She could barely hear, but there was a hushed conversation going on behind her. She was almost to the door…
"My Lady…" She stopped, then turned to face him. There was an unkind look in his eye. She didn't like it.
"Perhaps I am lookin' at this wrong… Perhaps, I should… hold ye here. Then ask this King Gregory of yours what kind of deal I could get. Aye? What would he give, for yer safe return…" If she wasn't so angry, she might be scared… maybe. As it was, she was furious! NOBODY, BUT NOBODY threatened her! He was lucky her powers were not known yet. She would be inclined to freeze him where he stood. Just who did he think he was dealing with! She masked a calming breath with a sigh. She folded her arms behind her, and walked towards him slowly.
"I'm afraid My Lord would be disappointed. I am no one of consequence. BUT! I am sure, in the end you will be the ones paying!" He had the gall to scoff.
"Oh? It's the ones tha' want ye back that does the payin' -So I've heard…" She smiled sweetly at him.
"As I said, I am no one. I am an only child, and my parents died when I was a young girl. So, in the end, YOU will pay… You will pay with blood, soot, and ash!" She was dangerously close to him. But she was truly angry. If it came down to it, she would freeze him, and damn the consequences! There was pure fury in his eyes. His mouth twisted, but nothing came out. Nothing? Well… She turned and walked back towards the door, she stopped halfway and turned. Time to twist the hammer in his thick skull.
"Oh, and I might mention… Under international treaties, and law, the mere… act of proposing such a thing, is considered an act of war… Your son could probably enlighten you on that…" She swore she could see the fire in his eyes from across the room.
"Is, -IS THAT A THREAT?" She shrugged her shoulders, nonplussed.
"No My Lord, THAT is a FACT!" She dipped politely, and went out the door. She was met with the sight of Gjaflaug. Her face buried in Biscuits' neck. The crowd was jeering, and shouting curses. The dragons were tense. They were sensing the anger and hatred. They should leave, but it didn't look like the girl was ready. She caught a shake of her frame. She walked up, and placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head slightly. Her cheeks were wet with tears.
"Gjaflaug?" She turned a little more. Her heart went out to her.
"My, my father… He, he said I wasn't his daughter anymore, -be, because I took up with the dragons." She sniffled. That was horrible! Her anger was truly raised! It was all she could do not to release the fury of it on these people. She gave her shoulder a squeeze.
"Would you, -would you rather send Biscuit back? And live here, with them?" She straightened a little, then shook her head.
"No! Not a chance!" She wiped her eyes. She gave her a nod. Gjaflaug rolled her shoulders. And nodded. She looked around, all these faces. Twisted and angry… Why couldn't they see? Maybe… maybe they needed their eyes opened…
"SILENCE!" She shouted. She may have released a bit of her magic, it got their attention. The crowd quieted almost immediately.
"There is no future here! -NONE! In this path you are taking! It can only end one way…" She spotted a young mother with a babe in her arms.
"You! What would you do? To give that child a future? A future full of possibilities?" The woman was taken aback. Her mouth dropped open in shock. She turned and saw an old man…
"And you? What would you do? For more time with your children, -your grandchildren?" He opened his mouth, then closed it. She turned again and saw a young couple. She strode up to them. A quick look and…
"And you two? What would YOU give? To be married, and have children of your own? To have a full life together, growing old together?" She turned around looking at them all. It looked like it was having a small effect on them. Good!
"I see nothing but death! And maybe not one that will allow you to reach Valhalla! Maybe the slow, painful death from starvation! Or maybe freezing to death in the cold winter… because your homes cannot be rebuilt fast enough, if at all. Only through change will it be possible!" She paused for a moment, to let it sink in.
"You all may have heard differently, but the Allied Tribes… They do not want war! They merely want the senseless killing to stop! If you will but work with the dragons, instead of against them… Killing them will only bring about your own destruction! And pile misery upon misery on you all! The peace that has reigned here, these past ten years, it has been good, yes?" There were several thoughtful looks, and a few heads nodded in agreement.
"How many more years would you have? It is all up to you. All you have to do, is change! It is seldom easy, but change is neither good, nor bad… Change simply… is…" This seemed to do it. The crowd remained quiet, except for an occasional murmur. She looked and noticed Tárr at the edge of the crowd. An arm crossed across his middle, his chin in his fingers. She looked over his head, and saw Birla on the top step, her arms across her chest. And in the open doorway to the Hall, Röngvaldr was leaning heavily on the door frame. Hmmm…
She walked over to Hulda, who was resting on her haunches. She gave her a scratch. She started to check the straps of the saddle, and the attachment points. Hulda chirped and squawked. There was a hand on her shoulder. Her anger had not completely abated yet. There was a flash of fear in Tárrs' eyes as she rounded. She relented… a little.
"Lady Kirsten? -I have tried, -but my father, some of the prominent families… they won't…" He sighed heavily, as did she. She closed her eyes tightly, calming herself…
"Tárr? You will be Chief one day, yes?" He nodded. She fixed him.
"It will then be your job to lead these people down the correct path… Surely you can see it?" He nodded. She returned with a curt nod of her own.
"If you are sincere, I will tell Lord Haddock of our conversation here. I am certain he would support you, and by extension, the other Allied Tribes will as well." He nodded.
"Thank you, My Lady!" She nodded, and looked to Gjaflaug. She was already in the saddle. A nod to her, and they were off.
She sat there on the roof of the Hall atop her dragon. Watching as the two others flew out of sight. She smiled. If there was any doubt before, it was now scattered to the winds. This woman! She commanded respect… just being herself! She herself commanded respect, but it was different… She was, a bit, -envious of her. To command such respect… Ach!
She thought of their last conversation and chuckled. No! She did not become Queen by her good looks, -or her charm. She may have been born into it, but she knew she had earned it! She had watched. She left smiles in her wake. The other heirs, her peers… They adored her! She knew they would, on her command, jump into the jaws of a dragon without question.
And now, she didn't feel so bad, losing him to her. She was awesome! They would compliment each other. And the two of them, together, ruling a kingdom? It sent a shiver down her spine thinking of any person, or beast crossing them. If one wasn't charming them out of their leggings, the other would be bashing skulls! It would be terrible, she thought, but also so much fun!
She looked up. The sun was starting to head towards the horizon. She needed to get back.
"Come Hildriðr, Let's go! Let's get back to the Bog!" The dragon gurgled. She chanced one more look over her shoulder… That Hiccup Haddock was one lucky man!
She sat on the ledge, alone. She had sent Gjaflaug ahead. She was not far from that spot. The spot where she and Hiccup… yeah… that. She felt her chest tighten at the memory. She wanted more of that. She wanted more of his touch, making her come undone. More of his care, making sure she was… well… finished. And she wanted to do the same to him. To make him call her name… like that, -again! She wanted to be with him right now…
But her brain kept getting in the way. Yes, she wanted very much to be with him right now. But she felt the need… Her brain was all in a jumble. He had done something, -horrible… But he was in a fight. -In a fight with someone who was cruel, and -horrible. Who had tormented him most of his life. Who had wiped out an entire tribe, just to take something that wasn't his. And possibly just to torment him again. And this horrible person had killed his wife. Someone he held very dear. And the child… the child in her belly… Their future…
What could be done in the face of this? Yes, he had taken the proper course. You meet it head-on, and conquer it. But after, he had used his gift, -his, -talent and… and…
She was jostled out of her thoughts by Jórunna. She somehow had moved close. Closer than she'd ever… She didn't notice her approach. She berated herself a bit. Then she looked up. She was under that piercing gaze again, but not as intense. Could she? Yes, she probably could sense her inner strife. She was a dragon, after all. They seemed to do this quite well. She gazed up at the dragons face, her eyes took in her scales, the spines on her head, the great frill. Her large tusks. She felt something as her eyes met Jorunnas'. She felt somehow, compelled to… to-
She willed her magic up, and walked out. Straight up to her. She was answering some, call… un-voiced, heard only by, -something deep inside… a summons. She stood right up next to her. She put her hand out, and touched her…
There was a flash of a vision. Two persons… an ancient age… Two persons… one clad in white robes, white, and blue-green. The other black robes… tinted red… with blood? Fire? Two great creatures… A shower of ice… A huge blast of fire… Clashing, twisting, curling… One person… the same? Standing on a rise… Holding a staff on high… Plain, but for a curious-shaped end, or head… And from this person… From the middle of his chest… A great white blast of energy… All went dark…
There was another… A child, running across the grass, long white hair… She was being, -chased! Another child, lying on a blanket, deep blue eyes, brown hair… Someone kneeling in front of her… A vast land stretching for miles… Fields, forests, mountains…
It was suddenly broken, -it was gone. She stumbled backwards. She felt, -strained. As if she had run from the throne room to her office without stopping. Her head was spinning. She put a hand to the side of her head to stop it. She took three deep, calming breaths. The spinning abated. She still felt a little tired.
She looked up. It seemed Jórunna nodded at her. She then rose up on her hind legs, drawing herself to a great height. She inhaled as she did so. She then started to lower herself. From out of her mouth, a great shower of ice came. She barely had time to react. She closed her eyes, and raised her hands up…
There was a door. Somewhere, -in her mind? No, -her soul? Maybe… But somewhere, deep inside… it was there. Behind it, was a vast, seemingly unlimited source of power. -Her power. She didn't understand it when she was little. Back then, it seemed to be always, -there. With her. As she got older, she learned to just call it. It would help her to make snowmen with her sister. It would help her play pranks on the castle staff… As she got older still, it started to come out on its' own, when she didn't want it to. She didn't understand…
She didn't understand, until one night… Her and her sister were playing in the ballroom. She couldn't sleep. They had made snowmen. And she had made them a slide… they skated. And then, in a frantic effort to save her from a nasty fall, she struck her sister with it. Her parents were very worried. They took the horses, and rode to the home of the trolls. Grandpabbie told her her power would grow, and that fear was her enemy. She still didn't fully understand…
Her Papa understood, and over the years helped her to gain control over it. To gain hold of how she felt, was to gain ahold of her powers, he told her. She tried very hard, But it would still come out… Unbidden… And then, when she grew into her teenage years, she had put up a wall… And still… every now and then…
Then all of a sudden, Mama and Papa were gone. She continued to work at it. She managed to gain ahold of it, -most times. And still -when she was angry, or upset… By the time she was of age, she managed to build up a strong wall around it to keep it contained. She learned to be calm, and not let little things upset her. As her coronation drew closer, she became more and more stressed. The arrangements, the invitations, the preparations, all took its' toll…
That day came, and the walls broke. She argued with her sister, she became upset. As her powers became unleashed, panic and fear took over. She ran away, and in her solitude, tasted her powers, but not fully… only later did she discover the true nature and the immensity of them. And only after her sister died, -to save her, did she truly understand how to fully control them. Only through love… The love of and for her sister, and indeed, her own, -self love… Was control truly gained.
She had spent some time after. After the gates were opened, and her own part of the castle was opened as well… She would test them occasionally. And she was finally able to erect strong walls containing her power. But… She put a door there as well. She understood they had to be released, -sometimes. She also came to understand if that door was wide open, she stood a very good risk of being taken over by them… Being, -pulled into that door, never to return…
Most of the time, it stayed closed of its' on accord. She would open it, just a crack, to play pranks on Anna, or create sculptures, and decorations for the Ballroom. She would open it a little wider, to turn the courtyard into an ice-skating rink, or a summer snowball-fighting arena. And still, even now, when she was truly angry, or upset… the door would open on its' own… now was such a time…
She felt, -nothing! Jórunna had unleashed her ice upon her, -and nothing… She relaxed a little. She glanced up, and lowered her arms slowly. There was a dome… a, -shield, -of Jórunnas' blue-green ice about two feet over her head. She wondered… She opened that door, just a little, and waved her hand. The ice swirled, but only a little. She opened it a little more. The ice congealed into shapeless blobs, but nothing. Should she dare? Thoughts of Hiccup, his friends… The tribes, the Lavalouts, that unseen, unfound great dragon… Yes! She had to. In the face of all the danger they possibly faced… YES!
She flung that door open! The power surged through her body as never before! -Coursed through her very being! She felt elated, what amount of tiredness she felt left immediately. A contented calm flowed within her, after the initial surge. The door was fully open. Anything and everything she ever wanted was within her grasp. All she had to do was call. Call upon this great, limitless source of power. Anything could be hers…
She raised a hand up into the ice above her head. It started congealing fully, moving, twisting into a shape… First, a great, large hammer. Then a huge, two bladed axe. Then finally, into a staff. A little more than two inches in diameter, and about a half-foot taller than she. It was smooth, and colored a deep bluish-green. Just as Jórunnas' ice was colored. She brought it down, and grasped it with both hands.
A Small burst of power surged through. Unbidden? Not exactly… The ice hardened in her hands. At its' core was a cylinder? No, looking again, it appeared as one of the great spires of ice on the outside of this very nest. Uneven, and a bit crooked in spots. Surrounding it was a thick coating of clear, flawless ice. Hard and unyielding. She tested the weight. It was very light, but she knew, -very strong. She twisted it in one hand, then the other.
She then twirled it in one hand, then the other. Behind her back, over her head… a series of… familiar? -movements? Strange, she had never… Using both hands, spinning it on one side of her body, then the other. Faster and faster, all of a sudden, stopping in a downward strike on the left side of her body. A thrust forward, then backward. Then twirling it again over her head, then behind her back. Faster and faster, winding up in a strike on her right side. A thrust to her left, then right. She spun to her left on the ball of her foot, and with all her physical strength, struck out with a yell to her front.
She straightened, and examined the staff once more. She placed one end at her right foot, and held it there. Those movements… so familiar, so… practiced? It was strange. Where did it… how did she know? Was it… was it from her powers? Not exactly… From somewhere deep inside, she knew. But not from her powers. She sighed heavily. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Slowly, and somewhat hesitantly, she closed that door… The door on her powers. -For now, -she needed…
And then it struck her, as if she'd been hit with the very staff she now held. Hiccup… He had… And at her coronation… she… Her eyes began to sting. Her heart clenched heavily, as if it would stop. Hiccup had lost the woman he loved, the baby they wanted, the very bright future that laid ahead… all that pain and anguish… He had lost control… of himself… Then used his gift to unleash his wrath, his vengeance -on the very person who took it away…
And she… she had lost control… her fear! It had gotten away from her, -her powers had gotten away from her… And she had almost… destroyed her entire kingdom… Oh Hiccup! She had… she had been -judging him… If, -if she had lost Anna in such a way… she herself would wreak a terrible vengeance on who ever did so… Yes! She could forgive him this! He was no monster! He was a kind, funny, caring man. Who had a gift of communing with these creatures. These kind, gentle, intelligent creatures…
She dropped to her knees, dropping the staff. Her hands came to her face. She wept openly. Oh dear, merciful GODS! What have I… What have I done? She sobbed. Her breath came in short bursts. Her chest clenched hard. She gathered as much breath as she was able, and cried out… Hiccup? Hiccup! Please, -PLEASE! -FORGIVE ME! She collapsed, crying hard, her insides twisted…
She picked herself up. She didn't know how long… but the light was fading. She needed to get back. She made to move, but couldn't. She looked around to find that Hulda had wrapped herself around her tightly. She allowed herself to smile. Looking around some more, she noticed several dragons, in various states of rest. All gathered around them. It was very curious.
She sat up wiping her eyes. She must look a state! Hulda stirred and chirped. She gave her a smile, and a fond scratching.
"Thank you Hulda! You are amazing!" She chirped and squawked in answer. Don't you know it!
She smiled and drew her legs up. She went to stand. The world spun heavily. A flush coursed through her body. She sat heavily on her butt. She knew this feeling. -A side-effect of her powers… Even on opening that door a little. -It drained her. There was only one cure… well, -two, to be accurate. One was rest, the other, to walk through that door… She doubted she would ever return.
She waited a few more moments, then rolled over and stood. Her head spun, she wavered on her feet. Her legs felt rubbery. She knew this feeling too. The last time… Kristoff and Anna were not here to carry her. She must muscle through this, and get back. Get back to the man she loved… and beg, with everything she had in her, for his forgiveness.
She bent down slowly, and picked up her staff. It felt heavier. As if it were made of iron. Probably due to her weakness. She needed to rest. She placed an end next to her foot and looked. It had not changed. She then looked up. Jorunna was standing at her full height a short distance away. She considered her for a moment…
*SNÆR DROTTNIG VERÐI ALLR* It wasn't a question…
"Yes, Jórunna! I will protect you all!" She grunted in agreement. The deal was sealed… The dragons around her gave a great roar, tilting their heads back. The roar was echoed by seemingly every dragon present. The very walls of the nest shook…
Jórunna considered her for a few more moments, then plodded off. She turned to Hulda…
"C'mon girl, lets go home!" She rose to her feet and squawked. She climbed in the saddle. After tying her staff to the rack behind her, the dragon leapt into the air. They left to a symphony of squawks, chirps, and roars in farewell.
She made a turn around the village before setting down in the square. There was noone around, which was not, -completely unusual. She was beyond tired, but there was someone she needed to see. She made her way up the stairs to the Great Hall. Each step harder than the last. It sounded like there was a great clamor inside. She pulled on the door handle and stepped inside.
It seemed a great number of people were indeed gathered here. She noticed the three at the head table. Ansel locked eyes with her. She frowned, as did he, then he shouted…
"There she is! Take her!" The crowd erupted as she was grabbed from behind. Her hands bound behind her. She wanted to fight back, but she was weakened. She thought of opening that door, but no, she didn't want to cause any harm, not really… And she, they were not sure how the tribe would react…
" Oh Hiccup? Where are you?"