Sigrid The Relentless - How to Train your Dragon

3. This is Berk

Berk was an island of kill or be killed,  Sigrid learned that very early. Ever since she was a wee lass, sentenced to a future of doom in a place that wasn't her home, she had become somewhat rageful. 

Her axe was her most trusty weapon, having preferred them ever since she was strong enough to lift one. For years she'd train everyday, punching trees and scaring wildlife as she progressed to become Berk's top slayer. Until one day, her father decided that the time was right for her to start dragon training, a decision he never once regretted. 

Flames licked the rooftops of Hooligans' homes, crackling as it spread. They'd surely have to be replaced, but that wasn't anything new to Berk. The vikings were stubborn, and they would never back down from a fight, no matter the costs. 

Sigrid ran through the burning village, freshly sharpened axe in hand as she watched the flying beasts like a hawk. Her father trusted her to keep their people safe, and the nineteen year old didn't need to be told twice. 

Down the road, she spotted the small skinny bundle with a fur overcoat and shaggy brown hair, running up the hills. Sigrid sighed, what was he doing out here?

The boy was halted by a Gronckle, as Sigrid sprint towards them as fast as she could. Her skirt blew in the wind as she slid down the path at high speed. Hauling her axe, she aimed with confidence and threw it, landing the blade right in front of the dragon's head. 

The Gronckle flinched back, flying up in surprise. Deciding he preferred the cabbages and rocks more, compared to the raging woman.

Sigrid stomped over to the young boy, grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling him off the ground.

"What are you doing here? Get back inside!" She scolded, pushing him further, urging him to run as fast as he could. 

Stanced, she was ready to fight any dragon that might want to take a bite.

Hiccup didn't even utter a thanks to his sister before continuing on towards the smithery. Sigrid could only pray that he would listen, but realised that he rarely ever did.

"Sigrid!" Sven came running. "Deadly Nadders, on the herd!"

"I'm on it!" Sigrid yelled, and continued the pace. 

Her steps were heavy as she darted with towards the struggling herd, seeing her father stepping forward and throw a heavy net on the Nadders, trapping them to the ground. 

But any dragon hunter knew that it wouldn't be that easy, as the beasts' heads rose, spewing rays of concentrated fire from their mouths. Stoick jumped towards the heaviest spitter, clamping its mouth shut as he wrestled it to the ground. 

"Mind yourselves, these devils still got some juice in them!" He warned, eyes locked on the Nadder beneath him as it struggled to free itself from his grasp. 

"Watch out!" Sigrid shrieked as another Nadder rose up, ready to defend its herd, only to be tackled to the ground.

"Hold them down, Sigrid." Her father encouraged, and the viking used all her strength to hold the wriggling demon to the ground. 

The Nadders seemed to be giving up, slowly stopping their wriggling and keeping still on the ground, still held down by the net. It seemed they were all out of fuel, and Sigrid was delighted. They would make fine training material for the new recruits.

"AAAAH!" 

The screeching from the distance alarmed them, and it sounded awfully familiar. Looking up from the herd, Sigrid felt her heart drop as she witnessed her little brother sprint away as fast as he could - with a Monstrous Nightmare on his tail. At the sight, Stoick let out a sigh of deep and utter disappointment.