Sigrid The Relentless - How to Train your Dragon

21. Sigrid's First Dragon

Ever since encounter with the Skrill, Sigrid had been very busy with building her own hut. If it wasn't for everyone wanting to 'help' with her plans, she'd gotten it done a lot sooner. 

Astrid was sure she needed her own training spot, whilst the twins were adament that she needed a mud pile. Fishlegs was convinced she needed her own zen garden, and Snotlout... well, he didn't really care.

Sigrid was glad to see that her hut was almost finished, which meant she could officially move out of her brother's, finally! Not that she didn't love her brother, she just didn't overly enjoy sharing a room with him. He snores...

In the meantime, she really needed to get some more logs, and there was only one place to find them. The woods, obviously. Not only was Dragon's Edge's wilderness great for finding resources, but also for some peace and quiet. Odin knows Sigrid really needed that at the moment.

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The quiet splashing of the thurough river was enough to calm Sigrid's mind, as she decided to take a break from all of her hard work, and sit down in front of the stream. Legs crossed, she took a deep breath in, and let a deep breath out. With her eyes closed, she could hear all of the normal ristling of fauna and flora. After all of that Dragon Hunter drama, a moment of rest was crucial for one's sanity. Especially for vikings like Sigrid. 

She just hadn't expected, once she opened her eyes, that there would be big reptilian pupils staring back at her.

Sigrid jumped, falling slightly backwards, her arms saving her from landing on the ground. The dragon seemed a little jumpy at her reaction, but didn't seem to care otherwise. The one who seemed the most surprised was the viking herself. She thought she'd never see the dragon again.

"H-hello?" Sigrid stumbled her words as she sat up, eyes darting back and forth from the Skrill to the surrounding trees awkwardly. "Uh- it's been a while, huh?"

The Skrill huffed, but otherwise sat perfectly still. Waiting for... something, but what?

"Uhm..." The woman paused, not really sure what to do. But there was always one way to please a dragon. "Are you hungry?"

The Skrill tilted it's head like a curious puppy. Yes, it was hungry. But, what do you feed a Skrill?

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Sigrid's new task hadn't been an easy one. She was soaking wet from top to bottom, after catching some stubborn fish. But the Skrill had turned its nose up to all of them. So far, the dragon didn't like trout, salmon, cod, char, mackerel, halibut and even herring... which was pretty much all they had.

Sigrid sighed, she probably should've asked Fishlegs for help, before diving into the water. But, she doubted any of the riders would react calmly at the Skrill's sudden appearance. Odin knows how the Skrill would react.

In her mind, Sigrid was counting every possible fish she could possibly feed a dragon without either drowning herself, or accidentally killing the dragon with food poisoning. A spark went off in her mind, but she slightly doubted herself. No dragon had liked this fish before - and honestly, neither did the vikings- but it was worth a try.

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"Really? You like those?" Sigrid raised her brow as the Skrill gulped down a long slimy eel, gurgling in cheer at the delicious meal. "I guess it makes sense, with the electricity and all."

Now, Sigrid was once again at a loss. The Skrill seemed pleased with its basket full of eels, but other than getting fed, Sigrid didn't know if the dragon wanted anything to do with her. However, telling from the silence on Dragon's Edge, no one else had seen the Skrill yet, meaning it had only goneto her. But what did that mean?