Sigrid The Relentless - How to Train your Dragon

13. Three Years Later 1/2

Sigrid was nine years old when she first met Dagur, and let's just say it wasn't very pleasant...

The day he arrived by his father's side had been a surprise to the young children of Berk, who had only ever seen Oswald the Agreeable by himself - accompanied by Berserker warriors of course. But Stoick wasn't shocked at all, as the only one that knew about it, besides Gobber. 

"Oswald, it's a pleasure to see you again." Stoick greeted, cheerfully. 

Sigrid confused. She thought Oswald had a daughter, too? But she decided against asking, might be a touchy subject. 

"The pleasure's all mine!" Oswald laughed, not taking this whole ordeal too seriously. He never did. 

Sigrid wasn't looking at him though, as her eyes found the wee lad behind him, who appeared to be around her age. Actually, now that she thought about it, her father had already told her that the Berserker Chief's son was only a year younger than her. Stoick brought it like it was something positive, as if they could be friends. But looking at him, Sigrid wasn't so sure. 

"Come on, son. Don't be rude."

Against his will, Dagur was dragged out from behind his father, and pushed to face the Hooligans himself.

"Daddy!" He protested with a growl, he didn't like being told what to do. "Don't embarrass me."

Oswald only laughed. "This is my son, Dagur. Dagur, meet Sigrid and Hiccup, Chief Stoick's children."

"Fine..." Dagur mumbled, looking awfully tense as he walked up to the two kids.

Sigrid raised her brow, not hiding her strange expression, as she had no clue what he was doing. But her answer was quite literally thrown in her face, when Dagur thrusted his hand out... for a handshake. It was obvious it wasn't his own idea, and that his father had probably told him to do this.

Slightly amused, Sigrid accepted his gesture and shook his hand. Her grin took Dagur off guard, and he seemed to blush, his body tensing up even more. He wasn't sure if she was making fun of him, or liked him. 

"Nice to meet you, Dagur." Sigrid spoke politely, as coached by her father. "I'm Sigrid, and this is my little brother Hiccup."

It appeared that Dagur didn't care for formalities.

"Uhhh- Yeah... I know, my dad literally just said that."

Sigrid's smile twitched to a frown at Dagur's snappy words. What a prick.

"Hello." Hiccup squeeked, a little intimidated by the size difference between them. To be fair, he was only five.

Sigrid felt very awkward, as Dagur still held a tight grasp on her hand. She didn't know if he was trying to intimidate her, or if he'd simply forgotten he was holding her hand. Suddenly, Dagur let go, and harshly pulled his hand back, as if she'd burned him

Weirdo.

He never even bothered to shake Hiccup's hand...

Sigrid hoped this would be all from Dagur, but the longer the Berserkers stayed, the quicker she realised that Dagur wasn't a shy, awkward boy at all: he was a menace. That tenseness wasn't him being nervous, no, it had been his own strange way of looking 'cool' infront of the Chief and his daughter. 

But now that the Chiefs were nowhere in sight, Dagur had made it his mission to show Sigrid up in the best way he could think of: by being a know-it-all.