A Viking Chief's twins

Wing Maidens

Hiccup's POV

I was easily surrounded and stood down, then the armed women took me to their village. Ember had been taken from me and I haven't take my eyes on her the entire time since they took her from my arms. They didn't seem to be intending to hurt Ember, me on the other hand seems to be a much different story. I decided for now it was best to just let them take him to his leader and hopefully I won't be killed for it. I haven't actually done anything besides accidentally washing up on their shores and if looking at me you could clearly guess I was just a poor soul that had fallen into the ocean.

We entered the village and I looked around and saw. "Are those Razorwhip on your back?!" I exclaimed. It was true, they were babies, but I saw nearly every maiden here had one on their back or shoulder. I keep looking around and quickly realized I was the only guy here.

"Are you going to tell me what's happening or?" I began to ask. "Quiet," one of them snapped at me, but I keep talking. "I see you must be really good with baby dragons and all, but that one there kind of belongs to my brother and," "quiet or I cut your tongue," I shut up and instinctively covered my mouth.

We walked for a little longer and then entered a hut. I came face to face with the leader. She wore armour made from Razorwhip scales, a head piece with bronze detailing, long auburn hair that was held up in a braid, green eyes, and wore the same facial expression Mala had when I first met her.

"Who are you and why are you on our island?" She asks in a commanding statement and I wonder if she's related to Mala by any chance.

"We found this baby dragon with him," a maiden held Ember up who squirms in the ladies hold and flaps her wings. "Yes and she's clearly not a razor whip so if you," I tried to reason. "It would not be the first time a stray dragon or two came to razorwhip nesting grounds so they may find a safe place to lay their young, but that still bears the question," the lady looks at Hiccup right in the eye.

"Who are you and what are you doing on our island? And why are you carrying this baby dragon around?" She asks him.

"My name is Hiccup Haddock the third, son of Stoic the vast and next in line to be chief of Berk. That dragon right there belongs to my brother and he has raised her from a egg. I mean your island no harm, I washed ashore your island after falling in the ocean," I explained. "And where is this brother of yours?" The leader asks. "He was captured, my island was attacked by a vile dragon hunter named Viggo Grimborne, he captured my brother and my team. He's been attacking other islands, but I'm not sure if he knows about this one," I explained.

"He does not, we pride ourselves on making sure no one knows about us," she put power into those two words and I felt a little queasy. "We also don't allow men on our island, they would not understand our way of life," I felt offended at that while she pats the head of a baby razorwhip on her back. "Okay I get you have traditions and such, but my island was attacked and we are the only ones to escape," I explained. "I've heard of Berk, I know them as a tribe who kills and slaughters dragons without any mercy and I cannot allow you to be in possession of a hatchling or listen to your lies. Feed him to the mothers, they'll make quick work of this male," The leader orders.

"No! I'm friendly to dragons I promise! Berk has been friendly to dragons for the past four years!" I tried to reason with her, but her guards grabbed my arms and hauled me away. I struggled against them and thrashed, but it was no use as they began dragging me towards a pit. Looking over it I saw at least a dozen female razorwhips. They were all looking cranky and rather bloated indicating a pregnancy. I don't know much about Razorwhip pregnancy, but I do know that while carrying female dragons only let their mate near them, or no one. A razorwhip could cut me to shreds before I even had a chance to reason with them.