Y/n Ingerman (How To Train Your Dragon)

❁ Socializing ❁

It was now the next day, you and mossguard had gotten up bright and early to see what was going on in the market today.

Both you and Mossguard were currently at the northern market, while Mossguard was in the woods.

The rest of the sentinels were back on Vanaheim, and it was usually you and Mossguard having to run all the errands for the older sentinels and the older dragons.

Mossguard was one of the younger boulder class dragons, which was fine nonetheless, since that meant him and you always had at least something in common, whether it was importance or basic intelligence.

You were dressed in some type of cloak to keep your identity a little unknown, just in case someone recognized you. It was highly unlikely though, since most didn't know of your existence or your ties with Vanaheim and the sentinels, along with the natural process of dragons dying naturally.

"You stay there while I go and get our things. And stay in hiding! You don't do that very often, but I'd like you to do it now!" You said in a hushed voice as you spoke to Mossguard.

Mossguard had his habits of completely coming out of sight just to cause some sort of havoc and madness. you cared, but usually didn't discipline him for it.

Mossguard roared quietly, still in a small bushy area that was around the actual northern market.

You put the hood up and stepped towards the northern market, entering the actual place and leaving behind Mossguard who would most likely continue to keep watch of the current area.

Most of the people buying and even some of the traders were seemingly dragon hunters, which was worrying but not worrying at the same time.

The northern market was practically polluted with them, as the weapons sales had spread like wildfire when dragons were first accepted by some of the tribes in the archipelago.

It made dragons all the more targetable, along with how their prices began getting gradually higher and higher, especially the ones which weren't domesticated yet.

You were in the northern market for two things.

A new map, and some mutton which would last about one to two weeks.

You needed more since the Terrible Terrors were constantly trying to get a taste of it, and usually even ended up burning it whenever the smaller dragons argued over who got the full piece of mutton.

Sometimes you forgot that they were elderly dragons, though a couple of the dragons on Vanaheim were a little bit younger than the others, youngest being juvenile.

Usually it was Terrible Terrors and Night Terrors who had their offspring on vanaheim, And simply had entire family trees born and raised on the island due to how peaceful it was.

You made a beeline for one of the peaceful looking traders who was being bombarded by dragon hunters who were buying his weapons.

Buying things weren't your forte because of the slight lack of gold you had, so sometimes you had to involve attacks in ways to get gold. Essentially just robbing a few people who had their boats in the overall place of vanaheim.

They shouldn't be there either way.

You stepped past a couple of the much bigger dragon hunters, and moved towards the trader who was just watching their weapon stocks go down in a matter of seconds, though their wealth seemed to be increasing with little to no issue.

You looked at a few of the maps, before spotting one that seemingly had what you needed inside of it.

It was basically the entire archipelago, and what was just outside of it, labels on the islands and everything.

"How much?" You asked, pointing to the map on the desk, making sure to keep quiet.

Talking too loud might aggravate the dragon hunters that were to the left of you, not that you really cared.

Mossguard was probably close by in the forest, as usual. He was one of the more nosier dragons that you have ever met, and you have met a bunch of dragons before.

It said Enough about Mossguard's entire personality.

"200 gold." The trader said, leaning over the counter and expecting a small sac of gold.

You could spare it for a map like that.

You handed him a small sac of gold, and he looked inside of it and inspected it a little bit.

He threw the gold into a pile of the several things he had, before sliding over the map and going back over to the dragon hunters.

That was easy. Maybe it was the lack of social interaction you've had since you had joined the dragons of vanaheim and left the Vikings of berk.

That seemed much more plausible.

You then went over to the stand just across that was selling seeds, corn, chicken, etc.

Basically just edible things.

There was a man seemingly buying a lot of corn, and he had a rather iconic helmet with horns that were thick and even curled in some places.

Not that you cared.

You walked towards the Stand, and seemingly slid over just enough for the mutton without making any sort of social interaction.

The trader was too occupied with whatever he was doing with the young man trying to buy corn.

He spotted the gold and slid over the small sac of mutton, before you stepped back from the stand after hearing the man saying something about corn being overpriced and how he needed to buy corn to feed chickens.

You didn't care as you stepped back into the forest as soon as you had everything you needed.

Mossguard roared, using his sense of smell to figure out where you were stood in front of him.

"It's been a successful shopping trip, I'd sa-"

You went dead silent when you spotted knocked out dragon hunters.

Obviously ones that had tried to attack Mossguard, but it ended up failing miserably.

"Didn't I tell you not to get caught by anyone?" You asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Mossguard roared in confusion.

Playing dumb.