Y/n Ingerman (How To Train Your Dragon)

❁ Prologue ❁

Currently, one ship filled with goods was just outside the archipelago at the moment, and there was about 15 Vikings on the ship, along with a few barrels.

It was a ship being sent out to find the dragons resting place, and the island is called 'Vanaheim'. It was a Berkian ship that was going to find Vanaheim to see if it was the nest of dragons.

It was an old theory for one, but one that Berk planned to test out.

You were on the ship.

You were on the ship since you might've snuck in without anyone knowing, and you Highly doubted that they had noticed that you were on the ship.

You also doubted that no one had noticed that you weren't on Berk anymore, as you had a younger brother who could get rather clingy.

His name was Fishlegs, and he wasn't so young compared to you, but you were still rather old to him.

You were about 11.

You were apart of the Ingerman family tree, which meant that you came from a long line of dragon hunters, and a famous line of dragon hunters for that matter too.

Mainly the dragon hunters who demolished the era of Dramillions, and has hunted them near extinction so far, they'd be extinct within a few years with the way it was going.

You were sat behind a barrel, with another one on top of cover your head, and everything was going good so far.

There was some sort of fruit in your pocket, and it was slightly pink, as it was apparently from Vanaheim. It was in the barrel in front of you, and it was so that if you wanted to eat, you could.

You've been eating those for a few days.

"Hard to port!" A Viking shouted, and it sounded like someone you knew, but you didn't try to look.

You felt the boat sway a little along with the waves hitting the side of the boat.

"Do you think that we'll be there yet?" Another Viking asked, coming closer to the barrel.

You knew that they were getting closer, since the little light that was already being filtered into the small space you were in had been dimmed by a lot.

You adjusted your legs, attempting to find a little bit more room for them, but you completely stopped moving when a thump on the barrel in front of you was heard.

Someone placed a hand onto the barrel.

"There it is!" A female Viking yelled, and you heard a few shouts and claps.

Dragon roars could also be heard.

Vanaheim.

The berkians has finally reached Vanaheim.

You moved the barrel a little bit, before you had squinted out to see a large island in front.

Along with this, you heard shouts of cheer that soon died down into battle cries and shouts of terror.

What was happening?

"Dragons!" A much more older Viking seemed to yell, and you heard others yell with him.

The ship was being attacked by dragons, and you wondered if they were the older dragons on Vanaheim or the other few dragons.

Some sort of gust of wind could be felt quickly, and you quickly covered your face due to the wooden debris.

You heard dragon roars, and you assumed that they were dragon roars coming from the island and not from anywhere else.

Shouts of terror and pain could also be heard, along with water moving from under the boat.