The Lost Riders | Heather X Original Female Character (Complete)

Fight!

A/N: found the image on Google.

They both watched as the Stormcutter flew through the air and off to find a new home.

"I don't think that there are any more dragons for us. Those riders have probably taken the rest," Frida said. She looked over to Heather who was looking at the ground.

"I was hoping to see them," she said in a sad tone.

Frida walked up to her and took her hand. Heather looked at her. "It is ok, there will be more chances. And I really want to see how well that blond fights," Fida said jokingly.

"Well, why don't you find out." Frida turned just in time to raise her dual blades, made from Windshear's tail spikes, to block the ax coming down on her.

The woman in front of her put more and more weight on the ax. "You are very strong," Frida said in a strained voice. She looked at the woman and spotted a small opening. She wasted no time and lifted her metal leg and kicked the viking in the side.

The viking stumbled back and held onto her side. Frida smirked under her mask but heard Heather yelp from behind her. She turned to see the scrawny man from before. He was in his all-black armor and was currently fighting Heather who had pulled out her ax.

The female viking from before had gotten over the pain, it seemed, and charged at Frida with full force.

All four of them fighter for a while before Frida felt her back being pressed to Heather's. "Wanna change?" She asked her voice strained as she desperately tried to get the ax away from her face.

"Sure," Heather responded. They both pushed their opponents back and switched places. Frida was meat with a flaming sword and she heard Heather fighting the other viking.

Heather's fighting started to sound more distant as she fought the scrawny one. He was way stronger than he looked and managed to catch a few strikes at her but not enough to mortally wound her.

"Ok, I've had enough," Frida said after the hundredth blow she had to block. She quickly kicked the sword out of his hand and caught it in her hand after placing her own in the holder on her back.

She examined the now tiny contraption looking like the two heads of a Hideous Zippleback. "Cute toy," she said as she tossed it up and caught it in her hand again.

There was a sound behind her. A sound very similar to Shadow, but it sounded different. Younger. More threatening. She turned to see an all-black Night Fury with a ready plasma blast in its mouth.

"Easy," she said, fear etched in the word. This dragon seemed way too threatening to be a tame dragon. She held her hand out, hoping the dragon would calm down.

Without warning, the dragon fired the blast.

Frida felt everything. The heat on her chest and the force throwing her back. She felt the wood crack and splinter underneath her as she landed hard on the railing of the boat. Her head was dangling off on the side of the boat and she felt her mask slipping.

"Frida!" She heard Heather scream. A few seconds after she felt her body being lifted up and set down on something comfortable.

She opened her eyes, not realizing she had them closed. She looked into Heather's green eyes. "You took off your mask," Frida said as she waved her hand over her face. "And mine," she said as she realized she wasn't wearing her own.

Her chest suddenly began feeling very hot and she looked down at her chest. The chest piece was surprisingly still in one piece, but Frida could feel the burns forming underneath it from how hot the scales had gotten. 

"Get the armor off of me," she said as she tugged at it. Heather placed her on the ground and began to carefully remove the chest piece. When it was gone, Frida breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Are you ok?" Heather asked, worry dripping from her voice. Her hand was carefully caressing Frida's right cheek.

"I'm fine love," Frida said. As soon as she said it, a coughing fit attacked her. She coughed for a little while before it calmed down. "Just a little crispy," she said in a raspy voice.

Heather laughed. "You are going to need at least a month's rest," she said and brought Frida's head to her lap.

Frida groaned. "But I want to fly. Resting is boring." Both of them laughed.

"Heather?" Both of them turned. The female viking had taken off her mask and was staring at them in shock. She was actually quite good-looking, sharp jawline and pretty blue eyes. She also seemed to be pretty fit.

"Hi Astrid," Heather responded.

"Ahh, so you do know each other," Frida said as she looked at the viking, apparently named Astrid, come closer to them.

"Who are you?" Astrid asked while pointing at Frida, her tone very accusing.

"My name has no meaning to you, so I won't give it to you. Call me Rider," Frida said in a funny accent, wanting to be funny but at the same time, not wanting them to actually know her name. She didn't know these people and if they had heard of her before it would not be pretty. She had been lucky Heather hadn't found out who she really was yet.

"But Heather just screamed out..." Astrid trailed off. "Hiccup what did she call her?"

Astrid turned to the scrawny viking. He was currently having a stern word with his dragon, who seemed far from guilty.

The scrawny man turned. "I was too occupied with thinking Toothless had killed her," he responded.

Astrid turned to them again. "Heather what did you call her?" She asked while crossing her arms.

Heather glanced down at Frida. Frida shook her head. "She just told you her name was none of your concern. Just call her Rider," she told the blonde.

Astrid seemed frustrated but accepted defeat. "Will you come with us?" She asked. "Your companion will need medical care."

"What do you think?" Heather asked as she looked down at Frida.

"You are amazing, but I do think I need real medical attention," Frida said as she gestured to her chest. She could feel the burns forming underneath her clothing. Frida felt a careful hand on her forehead.  

"You really need a healer," Heather said.

"No kidding," Frida joked. She could sense Heather's worry, but she hoped by showing that she was able to joke a bit that she would worry less.

"Good to see you are still cracking jokes," Heather said as she smiled.

Frida smiled but suddenly felt her consciousness begin to slip. She blinked several times, trying to keep herself awake, but the darkness was slowly taking a toll on her.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Frida tried to focus on the green eyes above her but everything was blurry. The only thing she could focus on was the thumb that was stroking her cheek.

"I can't," she said as she tried to focus her eyes. "I am going to pass out." Frida felt anxiety take over her as her breathing became rapid.

"Hey, it is ok," she heard Heather's voice. "I am here, you are safe, I am safe. Nothing will happen to me, Shadow, or Winshear. Relax."

Heather's words calmed Frida as she slowly let herself relax into Heather's arms. 

After a few moments, everything went dark.

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