Sigrid The Relentless - How to Train your Dragon

11. Missing Axe

"My axe! Someone's stolen my axe!" Sigrid ran out of her hut, absolutely fuming.

It seemed that she wasn't the only one in a predicament, as multiple vikings were complaining to her father about missing goblets, helmets, weapons and even shields. Tuffnut was definitely most upset, twisting into a full blown meltdown.

"Sigrid!" He cried when he saw her, throwing his arms around her as he sobbed, before sending an accusing glare his sister's way. "Someone took Macey!"

"Macey?" Sigrid questioned, glancing over to his twin for more information, but Ruffnut only rolled her eyes.

"I didn't take your stupid mace!" She scowled. 

But Tuffnut didn't believe her, as he kept sobbing in Sigrid's arms. Hiccup approached the pair, sending an odd look to Ruffnut, before his eyes landed on his sister.

"Well, it seems that all missing items have one thing in common." Hiccup started. "They're made out of metal."

Sigrid shrugged. "Everything is made out of metal."

"That's what I said!" Astrid chimed in, making Hiccup roll his eyes.

"Please, just work with me here." He begged the both of them, before promising his sister that he'd get her axe back no matter what.

You better, Sigrid thought.

That axe had been a gift of her father, for her fourteenth birthday, as a first start of her dragon training. She'd treasured it ever since, she needed it back.

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"Okay, Sigrid. When was the last time you saw your axe?" Her brother questioned, walking around her room with a studying gaze.

Sigrid rolled her eyes, before gesturing to the weapon holder on the wall. "Right there, where I always put it, before I go to bed."

Hiccup raised his hands in defence at his sister's anger, noting she was very much on edge.

"I'm just trying to see if there are any signs of our thief." He explained, before his fingers rubbed his chin as he frowned. "But there don't seem to be any, not in here or any of the other places I've looked."

"So, what are you saying?" Sigrid questioned, but Hiccup didn't have an answer.

"I don't know... Not yet anyway."

He didn't get much further, as the next morning almost every viking was left without their helmet, and frowning faces. Snotlout seemed absolutely humiliated, having to walk around without his helmet. He kept looking to the ground in shame, cradling himself. 

But Hiccup had found something.

"Hey guys, I think I might know who our thief is, or should I say, I know who our thieves are. -"

This gained Sigrid's curiosity, what did he mean with that?

"-Adolescent, Smokebreath dragons."

Oh.

"Of course!" Fishlegs was amazed. "Smokebreaths steal metal to build their nests!"

Stoick didn't seem to be as giddy about it as Fishlegs. "But why would Smokebreaths be on Berk?" 

Her father had a point. This wasn't the type of dragon to circle their area, and this was Berk's first time dealing with them personally, in 300 years. It just didn't make sense.

"Chief, coming in for the big win!" Fishlegs cheered, before explaining. "Smothering Smokebreaths normally don't stray far from their home on Breakneck Bog."