makligr, httyd

xiv. her best friend

𖣯 ✹ 🌷(makligr) ꏍ ！┈─❟
╰───►chapter fourteen; yrsa
❝ her best friend! ❞

    AT FIRST glance, Dragon's Edge seemed peaceful. Quiet and beautiful, and not at all unusual in any way. Stunning in the early morning, right before the sun was to rise from the depths of the ocean. Where the only lights seen were that of Typhoomerangs in their caves by the vast mountains, the slight glow from the dormant centre volcano and the light distant down in amongst the centre of the shore. A small outpost filled with wooden walks, ladders, huts and watchtowers. A stable to the left, an arena in the centre and even a rock garden outside the secluded second home of Fishlegs Ingerman.

     But what made it unusual wasn't the place itself.

    It was the Vikings that resided on it.

    "RUFF! TUFF!"

    And yes, they were about the most unusual, unusual Vikings any unusual Viking might ever meet. 

     In through the open door of the arena in the very early hours of the morning, Yrsa Olofsdottor stormed a ferocious storm, knowing exactly what she was here to do. Bangs a little wind-blown from being out on patrol and the rest of her wild, black curls pulled up off her face into an elegant twist of many dangling braids down her back, the snobby (and a bit crazy) female Viking pointed a stern finger the way of two blonde Twins. Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston ... and yes, sometimes even they couldn't always tell who was who, even if they were completely different genders. 

     They held out a stick together towards a small, dark dragon━a species they call Night Terror━who was supposed to be on sentry guard in the towers with the rest of his friends here, instead, at the arena. And, of course, Yrsa was not happy. 

    "What are you two doing?!" she demanded, livid.

     As usual, the Twins snickered at her reaction, hoping for very much this result. 

    "What does it look like we're doing?" smirked Ruffnut, flicking a long braid over her shoulder. "Dragon training!"

     Yrsa, exasperated, turned to the other three in attendance: Astrid Hofferson, her very best━and the very most stunning blonde and blue-eyed━shield maiden with a slight tide of anger issues; Snotlout Jorgenson, her other very best━and unusual━menace (friend) that none of them ever expected her to be so close with, watching on with an amused smirk upon his face; and Fishlegs Ingerman, a pudgy Viking who most of the time could be seen with his large, round nose in any book he could find. Neither one seemed to have been doing anything to stop it, and in fact, looked like they were enjoying it.

     "Seriously, guys?" Yrsa waved her arms around, getting rather wound up over it all. 

     "What?" Snotlout rebutted, crossing his arms. "The tricks are funny!"

     "Oh, I'll show you what's funny in a moment━!"

     At the sound of Snotlout squealing in terror, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third knew he had to step in before things got too far. The son of Chief Stoick the Vast ran into the arena with his Night Fury, Toothless and Yrsa's Devilish Dervish, Helrose in tow, skidding to a stop with a disappointed (but not surprised) sigh at the sight of Snotlout and Yrsa struggling in each other's holds as they tried to attack each other's faces. Astrid had already given up, face-palming and shaking her head. 

     "Okay, okay, okay!" let out Hiccup, and immediately, both Yrsa and Snotlout froze, glancing over at him like two scolded children. Yrsa pushed her friend away from her, spending the next few seconds fixing her bangs and her skirt. She cleared her throat, recovering her regal stance. Snotlout massaged his jaw, giving her a scowl. He reached out to try and get a final slap to which she sent one of her own right after. "Ow!" He cried, clutching his shoulder.