Sigrid The Relentless - How to Train your Dragon

10. The Five Signposts of Valhalla

"Sigrid, please tell Snotlout that he's being dramatic." Hiccup sighed, pointing towards the panicking viking. 

Sigrid groaned.  "What is it now, Snotlout?" 

"What 'it' is, is that I've seen three of the five signposts of Valhalla!" Snotlout screeched. "I'm going to die, Sigrid!"

She couldn't believe the ridiculousness of today. Sure, she was used to being the mom of the group, but this was really getting out of hand. Hiccup was their leader - or so he claimed, so when did this counseling thing suddenly become her job?

"You're being dramatic." She rolled her eyes, agreeing with her brother.

Hiccup was relieved that she took his side. "See? I told you. It's just an old wives tale." 

"Oh no, it's very real." Sigrid corrected, immediately undoing any consoling. "It just doesn't apply to you." 

"What do you mean, it doesn't apply to me?!" Snotlout gasped, offended. 

Sigrid shrugged, not taking his lament seriously at all, which bothered Snotlout more than the possibility of dying. She was supposed to take his side in this whole ordeal! He expected her to panic, weeping over the fact that she'd lose such a beloved viking in her life. But, in reality, there was none of that, and he was really dissapointed to see it.

"Well, the signs of Valhalla only appear to great warriors." She explained, as if talking to a small child. "And you simply don't qualify for that, so you have nothing to worry about." 

"How could you say that, Sig!" Snotloot dissagreed immensely. "I can't believe none of you are taking this seriously!" 

Thor, was he always this annoying?

"Okay, enough!" Sigrid huffed, silencing the idiot before he could continue rambling. "I'm not talking about this anymore, got it?"

With a sniff, Snotlout nodded. Gods, she really had turning into their mother. Sadly, that wasn't the last of Snotlout's crazy antics. Hiccup informed her that he was now determined to train Gustav to be his replacement, to which Sigrid protested. 

"Come one, Hiccup! The kid doesn't even know his right from his left."

Surprisingly, Snotlout came up to her not long after, practically begging her to be present for his final speech. Sigrid wanted to say no, but he just looked so saddened, she couldn't help but give in. Her brother raised a brow at her sudden appearance in the arena. Eventually it was clear that Snotlout's plan hadn't been very thought out, as he hadn't taken into account that the others were way too busy with preparing for their upcoming mission. 

Or, better yet, he didn't care. 

"I know it's going to be hard on you all, when I'm no longer here, especially you Astrid." The blonde rolled her eyes, as Snotlout continued. "But I don't want any tears, I want you to remember me with joy in your hearts."

It would've been a beautiful speech, if it wasn't ridiculous.

"So, think of the good times we all had together." He continued. "It is by the power vested in me, that I hereby pass the Hookfang horns to Gustav. Go with Thor, little man, for he will watch over you, with lightning bolts and a giant hammer."

"Okay, this has gone on long enough." Hiccup interrupted. "First of all, you are not dying!"

Snotlout shushed him, pointing a finger in his, his own eyes closed. 

"Hiccup, it's okay, denial is part of the grieving process." He spoke, voice unusually calm. 

"Second of all, no one vested you with any power!" Hiccup continued, ignoring the finger in his face.