Urszula (A Hiccup Fanfiction)

Part 1

"Urszula, wake up."

She was dreaming. The rocking motion of the boat as it glided along the water put her to sleep like a new born baby. She was at peace, in her most vulnerable state, jaw relaxed allowing her full lips to pout and her freckled covered cheeks to go chubby. Her wavy hair covered the majority of her face as she slept on her side, knees tucked into her chest and one arm supporting her head.
The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon, a sliver of orange light bounced off the window and onto Urszula's face making her squint, before rubbing the sleep out of her hazel eyes.

She was in the confines of her bedroom, walls of dark oak surrounded her, along with a single round window that permitted her a view of the murky sea, and a collection of clouds that had gathered in the sky.

"Ursa get up, we're going to be under attack!"

Rolling over, she was met with a pair of stern, bright green eyes.

"Oh, Hi Heather." She breathed, trying to get her brain to catch up with her body. She hauled herself up into a sitting position and pushed away the cooper red locks invading her vision.

Heather had been working with Urszula's uncle for about a month now. Her and her brother Dagur, had good knowledge about the enemy they were currently up againt. She had long raven black hair that she always wore in a plait that fell down her back, she was slightly taller then Ursa, which she was a little jealous of but liked her all the same.

She had a fiery spirit and always knew what to do when the going got tough. She spoke with an authoritative tone of voice, something her brother lacked. Unusually, their differences did not stop there, Urszula had always wondered how in Niflheim they were brother and sister.

Heather scoffed. "Did you not hear me we're under-"

"Attack, I know I know, just give me a minute," she mumbled, putting her hand up, signaling she was not ready of and kind of conversation.

Forcing her legs over the side of the bed, she reached down and slipped on her brown boots. She grabbed her clothes, and began to fasten her corset like armour over the top of her dark green under shirt.

"I'm assuming it's the dragon riders again." Urszula questioned.

"Yes," Heather replied, as she lent against the wall, "These attacks are becoming bad for business."

Ursa didn't like the way she said that. Her voice sounded venomous, but the way her lips curved upwards made her feel like there wasn't any hatred in her words. She gave her a confused look, brows pinched together in thought. She opened her mouth to speak, but decided to keep her suspicions to herself.

Now dressed, she clipped on her belt and put a knife in the small scabbard on her hip and another securely her left boot.

"Is one knife not enough?" Heather quipped, scoffing.

Urszula stalked towards the door and opened it, gesturing for Heather walk through, "You never know what your gonna be up against in this war ridden world."

"Besides," The red head continued, "One knife is simply never enough."

As they began to make their way towards the top deck, Urszula wondered allowed, "Did my uncle ask for me?"

Heather was walking hastily in front of her making it hard for Urszula to keep up as she was still hazy from sleep,"Yes, he wants to make sure you don't do anything stupid."

"When have I ever." Urszula countered, her voice lacking in any sarcasm.

With her foot on the first step of the ladder about to ascend to the deck, Heather turned to look the red head, giving her a look that screamed "Seriously?" without having to speak a word.