Hela has always been... well.
Strange.
She was quite.
Hardly ever spoke.
She looked weak and frail but was all but that.
She wasn't a fan of violence.
She had a long fuse.
She was patient, calm, and collected.
She was just... just strange for...
I laid flat on my stomach on the back of SharpStorm. We were climbing up in the sky. I was taller and stronger. And more curvy. My hair was longer. And my arms and legs gained more muscle. My burns from the fight with the red death were still there. A light white color sticking out against my golden tan skin. My bright blue eyes looked around as SharpStorm dropped into a dive. I giggled as we went down down diving. Then there was my new outfit. Dark brown almost back wraps from my shoulder down. The same colored leather gloves that reached just above my elbow with my silver and golden claws and wrist cuff over top. Covering my chest was an orange piece of fabric connected to a black skirt that split on both sides of my hips. My back was exposed showing off my birthmark across my back. Around my waist was a brown, gold, and orange corset with added golden accessories. On my feet rested dark brown leather boots with orange and golden lining with the heels and toes cut out exposing the skin there. In the past three years I've come to the realization that I move better without shoes. But my dad won't let me do that so I improvised.
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I flew. Looking back a few times as I began to circle around Berk. Passing Snotlout as he tested a weapon. He worked in the armory now as official weapons tester. The twins as they pranked him. They had dedicated their lives to Loki. No surprise there. Then I flew past my father and Gobber. Then there was Fishlegs who has found his calling in teaching the children of Berk. I twisted here. Sitting correctly in my saddle my feet in there stirrups as I waved at the children. Sitting up straight and stretching.
SharpStorm and I flew for a while longer until Asger caught up to me. We continued to fly around running into the twins until I leaned back on a small island. Where I talked to Asger for a bit. My lips pursing. Welp. Just me and my twenty dragons.
I walked into the house to see my father I sat down and we began to talk when the door bursted open. I instantly whipped around. Twin swords in my hand and in a battle stance. "Johan? What happened to you." I relaxed and watched my father walk over to him. "Dagur." My blood went cold. I spoke. My voice coming out harsher then I meant. "What about Dagur." My swords were back on my back and I was now standing next to my father right in front of the man. "He's out and more daranged then ever. He knows. Hela. He knows what you can do. And. From the way he was talking. Asger and Stoic tie for number one on his revenge list with you as his main target." This was not good.
