Y/n Ingerman (How To Train Your Dragon)

❁ Attack ❁

This morning, you had woken up with an extremely bad feeling about it all and what was happening on Vanaheim.

You were right.

The sounds of Sentinels roaring in alarm could be heard along with the sounds of fire being blasted everywhere and the sounds of the elderly dragons fleeing the island, roaring in distress, etc.

Mossguard was outside, firing wingblasts into the air.

"What's going on!" You said, as you ran outside of the cave when you heard what was going on.

All six sentinels were accounted for and in the air.

The sounds of humans yelling could be heard too at the moment.

What?

Mossguard looked back to you when you touched him, shrieking in alarm a little as you had accidentally startled him, before lowering his back and beckoning you to get onto his back to fly elsewhere.

There were Singetails in the air and there were riders on their backs, there were orange, green, red etc.

There were dragon proof chains on their bodies and they were obviously... shackled.

"What's going on?!" You asked Mossguard once again, patting his back before narrowing your eyes as you ducked to dodge a blast of fire at the moment.

Mossguard roared and gestured to the other dragons who were currently in the air.

Vanaheim was under attack and it wasn't looking very good.

Mossguard stopped when a singetail roared and flew past, but Mossguard sent a wing attack anyways before roaring to the other sentinels.

Your eyes landed on one of the fliers who were higher in the air then others and weren't actively attempting to terrorize Vanaheim.

They were by the beach, and this sentinel looked much larger than the other ones in general, and was extremely red or something.

The flier had a type of hood, but he could be seen extremely well.

Mid 30-40, maybe even late 50. He had several scars along his face, looked tall, and looked extremely intimidating to you, and some of the elderly dragons that were fleeing the island obviously.

His eyes locked onto yours and you almost immediately looked at Mossguard to break the eye contact.

He pointed something at you, most likely his own finger or maybe some type of weapon.

"Go to the Bewilderbeast's skeleton! Far side!" You yelled, before whistling, a way to get the other sentinels in on it too so that you could help them refer to it.

The sentinels and the dragon fliers noticed this almost immediately, roaring and beginning to target both you and Mossguard since you were the dragon rider at the moment, and mainly the one in charge.

Mossguard roared, and almost immediately turned to head towards where the bewilderbeast skeleton was.

The other six sentinels heard this and almost immediately fell back to disperse, to catch the dragon fliers off guard and send them on a wild goose chase around the island so that they would all be separated.

Maybe if you got lucky, the Grim Gnashers would come back and find a couple sleeping humans to pick on, or maybe the Monstrous Nightmares were still there, and would attempt to take on the lone fliers themselves.

You hoped for the best for the elderly dragons that resides on Vanaheim, along with the more smaller species and younger dragons that also lived on the island.

The far side of the skeleton meant going in through a hole that was located in the body of the actual bewilderbeast, only accessible if you went in through a cave which was underground the rocks.

A few years ago you and Mossguard were chasing a younger dragon that got lost on Vanaheim. A whispering death. Conveniently, it duh that hole into the ground to get into the Bewilderbeast's stomach, and it never ended up closing.

Mossguard roared, making several tight turns before diving into the cave. He was never too fast on the turns but under some sort of adrenaline or pressure he was constantly working out how to become quicker in certain situations like these.

He dove right into the tunnel, stopped at the end and managed to catch himself before he went into the wall.

Mossguard seemed to fly into the skeletal structure rather quickly, and after a couple minutes of looking around the other six sentinels had entered the skeletal area too.

The sounds of fire and dragons shrieking, along with some of the fliers yelling and shouting about finding the group, or yelling and arguing with the other fliers about something could be heard.

Mossguard roared at the other six sentinels who growled a little, landing on the ground and sniffing the area to map the space out for themselves.

It wasn't a large space but it was large enough to fit most likely 10-11 sentinels, so there would be space for some of the elderly dragons in case they did end up coming and managing to find the sentinels and you.

Mossguard landed last, and lowered himself to the ground, the blind dragon letting you off his back before straightening himself out once again.

"Looks like we'll have to be here for a little while, at least until they leave, or until it starts getting stuffy in here." You said, stepping over to the oldest Sentinel in the room, patting the dragon on the head before looking around the room.

You did a head count inside of your mind, before nodding to yourself when you counted all seven of them including Mossguard.

The sentinels roared and growled, obviously displeased with having to be stuck in here due to being outnumbered, but you'd eat them out in a couple of days.

"Too bad I didn't bring any food for us." You sighed, warning a few displeased looks from the other sentinels.

Mossguard roared in annoyance at you, rolling his clouded eyes before whacking you on the head with one of his wings.

The other two male sentinels roared, one of the females going to sit beside them while the other three took their spots by the entrance.

This will be fun.