Our world

The onslaught

Everything was going smoothly, and Heather barely managed to hold back from screaming victoriously at the top of her lungs. The whole attack, which she had begun to question, turned out even better than anyone could have expected, and she doubted anything could change that.

With Windshear, they had destroyed two of the ships already, while, from what she could see, the rest of the team had taken out six more, leaving them only seven of the enemy's ship forces. Even so that she would have loved to stay longer in the air and watch each of these decks burn, the plan was different.

Now, Fishlegs was supposed to cover her and Snotlout Toothless, while the twins were distracting the foe, so the two of them, as they were fastest from them, could sneak onto Dagur's ship and kill the bastard, confusing his leaderless men, making the final job simple as never.

Achieving this, Heather jumped from her dragonness, commanding her to help the others, while Heather took care of the crowded deck of roaring Vikings. After defeating three of them, Heather's eyes widened at the sight of the Night Fury, who with one swing of its tail threw off the ship five more, emptying the area.

Afterward, Toothless gazed at her, narrowing his eyes in confusion. Just then, Heather grunted and led them to the lower deck, where Toothless could change without being seen by anyone but Heather, who titled her head at him, confounded.

"Why did you change?"

"You want to make it quiet?" Toothless inquired and Heather nodded, frowning. "I assure you it's much easier to sneak without a heavy tail," he justified, and straightened, raking his fingers through his hair. "Are you sure that you don't want me to help the others?"

"Dagur is a maniac, but he isn't weak. It will be easier to conquer him with two of us," Heather responded and Toothless nodded convinced before they rushed through the deck's corridors.

There, they had a chance to meet a few of Dagur's soldiers, but without much trouble, they were able to knock them out. Eventually, as it seemed that the entire boat was clear, Heather once again became anxious with an uncomfortable silence that resulted from Toothless's clouded expression and she cleared her throat loudly, before starting.

"I would like to say that since you have helped me so much, and now, you are in a rather poor situation with Hiccup, I propose to-,"

"Oh no, Heather," Toothless hissed and halted himself, gnashing his teeth and scratching his neck. "Look, I know what you're thinking, but even so, just because I and Hiccup argued, I still love her so-,"

"No, Gods, no!" Heather interjected, waving her hands, objectively. "You have a high opinion of yourself, and it's not what I meant. I'm not interested in that. What I meant was that I could help you two make up, after all of this."

"R-Right, sure," Toothless mumbled, looking away, embarrassed. "That - that would be helpful. Thank you."

After that, the both of them remained silent, until they were met with a door, at which sight Heather straightened, furrowed her brows, and concentrated. Nodding at Toothless, the man returned with the same, tight grip on the two, bearded axes in his hands, while Heather inhaled loudly, and then, rammed through the door rapidly.

Consequently, in front of them, at the other side of the room, they could've glimpsed Dagur, who sighed, standing to them by the back. "Heather, Heather, which time is it now, sixth?" he pointed out, and he blinked at them shocked, once he turned in their direction. "Look at ya! Ya got yerself a friend!" he laughed cracking his neck, getting himself in a battle position, with the sword in his hand. "Let's make it quick."

As he said, happened, and within a short moment, he was being tied to the chair by Toothless, while Heather gaped at him, grinning and raising her chin, proudly. "You were right. It was quick," she sniggered, resting her axe on Dagur's neck. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment."