2nd person POV
You woke up to the unfamiliar, blurry surroundings of a room. Kind of a bedroom. Your surroundings being a couple/alot of wooden bookshelves, filled up with worn out, dusty books. Along with round bottles everywhere, scattered around the room, filled to the brim with different colored 'liquids'? Last but not least, you noticed a pair of a strangely designed set of clothes. Since that was your only option right, now—seeing as you were in a surprisingly soft nightgown—you put the clothes on. Which were alot more comfortable than you thought. (You can imagine a set of viking clothes for yourself.)
You decided to get up, but that's only when you noticed the bandage around your head, and the pounding pain that sat under a part of the bandage, near the top of your head. You stumbled back in dizziness, due to blood loss from your wound. You figured that was why you passed out—oh right, you passed out. You started to remember what happened before you fell unconscious. 'Shit.' You felt yourself get more embarrassed as you opened your eyes, successfully remembering the events of the last time you were conscious.
You had fell back into a strangers arms. How wonderful. But who would it be? Ruffnut was next to you, the chubby guy, Tuffnut, and the black haired dude were behind Ruffnut, and the blonde with the braid was next to Ruffnut. So who did you— "Oh, gods."
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You walked out of the wooden place you woke up at, trying to erase that imagine from your mind. "It's not like I have a crush on him or anything. I haven't even particularly met him. So it's not that big of a deal.. right?" You chuckled nervously to yourself staring at the ground, getting strange looks from nearby people.
'Wait. Where am I going?' Your gaze lifted off of the ground, from to around you. You continued to walk, as you looked around, not paying attention to infront of you. Wooden buildings towered slightly over you, and townspeople did their daily chores—or work? They looked almost like vikings. It's like this place was some strange cosplay city, or something.
You were distracted in your gaze from around you, when you were hit in the forehead. Ouch. You were taken off guard, and almost fell backwards on to the ground, some familiar arms catched you. It was the auburn haired boy again; he catched you with both hands by your forearms and helped you steady your stance. "Woah, be careful."
"Psh—" You quickly wiggled out of his grip. "I'm not some damsel in distress," You blushed at the thought of his touch, but quickly ignored it once more.
"You sure? 'Cause that marks the second time I've catched you from falling."
"I hit my head on a rock," You dusted your clothes off. (For whatever reason???) "do you expect me not to be dizzy?"
"No, but I'm just saying—I think it's best to be careful." He smirked playfully and walked off. You scoffed as you rolled your eyes, and continued into a forest on the edge of the town, where you came from when you first got here on Berk. (Also we're just gonna pretend that Y/N is not aware of the dragons for some reason—and somehow. Just pretend that when she first met everyone their dragons were not to far away and just out of sight..?)
The forest was particularly the same as the woods back home. Pine trees surrounded you, and the familiar texture of the ground hit your feet. Though you had boots on, you could still hear the snapping of twigs below you, the sound of your shoes hitting the ground; it was almost just like home. Except at home you weren't at some 'viking era' town.
As you took left turns, and rights, you could almost sense something around you. Like a person, and a bigger figure. Gah, that makes no sense. But then again, it did? You stopped in your tracks, and looked left and right to see if you could find where these figures were, if they were there at all. You tried to shrug it off, but then your intriguing thoughts got the best of you. You decided to try and find the figures.
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