Sigrid The Relentless - How to Train your Dragon

26. The Scourge of Odin

It's been weeks since Sigrid saw Dagur, and he's consistently been on her mind ever since - embarrassingly so. Where was he? Was he safe? Would he come to see her on Dragon's Edge? He knew where it was... Or was he doing his own thing now, without the Dragon Hunters?

Those were the thoughts rummaging through her head as she patrolled around Dragon's Edge. Having the second fastest dragon of the group had its perks, and to Sigrid this was one of them: even if the twins openly judged her for it - imagine being responsible. She could patrol the area twice as fast as the others - excluding Toothless - and it had proven to be quite useful. 

The sun was starting to rise, whilst she and Sparkshot flew through the sky, scouting across the ocean. Nothing but water so far, which was good, until she spotted something in the distance. 

"Do you see that too, bud?" She asked Sparkshot, who chirped in response. 

Taking out her spyglass, she studied the large shadow. 

"A fishing boat?" She raised her brow, what was it doing out there all on its own?

She decided to explore, just to make sure that there was nothing weird going on. She'd never forgive herself if she skipped over anything, no matter how small it looked at the time.

Dismounting Sparkshot on the ship's deck, she felt a shiver roll up her spine. Something didn't feel right.

Taking out her axe, Sigrid snuck towards the crew's entrance, signaling for Sparkshot to watch her back. The Skrill let his lightning tingle across his wings in defense, ready to shock anyone if they ran for the attack. But the ship was empty, so vacant and quiet. It was suspicious.

Where was everyone? 

Sigrid was ready to turn around and leave, before she heard a breathless wheeze further into the ship. Raising her axe, she decided to face the stranger head on.

"What's that smell?" Sigrid gagged from the putrid stench as she entered the area, eyes narrowing as she tried to scan wall to wall. 

But what she saw, she could've never prepared for. Sigrid shrieked at the horrific sight before her. It couldn't be, could it? These were legends, folk tales told to children to scare them. This part of history was over, wasn't it?

A pale green hand reached up to grab her. Sigrid jumped back, but not before he scratched at her arm, leaving three gashes in the pale freckled skin. It stung, leaving her frightened. Sigrid has never run away faster. 

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Arriving back on the Edge, Sigrid believed she'd never felt this cold before. She must've looked dreadful, and to be honest, she felt it. Luckily she hadn't eaten before, or else that would've left her body by now. 

Her brother looked up in concern, something wasn't right. 

"Sigrid, are you okay?" Hiccup asked as he approached her. "Did you see something on patrol?"

Sigrid didn't speak, she couldn't. She could only humm, a last ditch effort to make it known that she had. 

"Oh, I love this game!" Tuffnut interrupted Fishlegs, who had been guessing what left Sigrid so shocked. "Now it's my turn, everyone quiet! Sigrid, is what you found bigger than a yak box?"

She really didn't have the energy to deal with his shenanigans right now. 

"I found a fishing boat." She answered, as Tuffnut let out a dissapointed groan. "It was just drifting out there. We went to take a closer look to make sure it wasn't dangerous, but what we found inside was just..."