A flurry of movements and light surrounded Astrid but she could not hear a sound, all she knew was she had to survive and protect. Her blood thrummed inside her veins as she narrowly avoided a fiery entrance into Valhalla by somersaulting off the steps of the Great Hall. She had been trying to help Ruffnut avoid being charred to ashes by a violent Monstrous Nightmare. The dragon must've been decades old because it was bigger and meaner than any other Monstrous Nightmare she had ever seen. Her friend had never been very good at fighting dragons and it was an unfair fight that Astrid was determined to balance. The humongous dragon had been opening its ugly mouth full of jagged teeth to fire a blast at Ruff when she had thrown a fallen mace at its snout. The beast had turned its attention to Astrid with renewed vigor.
Red and black scales with yellow eyes lunged at her and snapped its jaws right where her torso had been moments before. Its flame burned so hot that she had beads of sweat pouring out of her skin, making the battle even harder as she knew her body was going to tire quicker. Now that she had helped Ruff, the decision of what to do with the monster plagued her as she knew running towards the village would give her places to hide which she desperately needed. But it also placed all the vikings that were currently fighting their own battles in more danger and would surely end in torched houses and lost lives, so she made her choice.
Pushing past her body's limits, she sprinted towards the treeline and into the Eastern Woods where the angry dragon followed closely with its gnashing teeth waiting to chomp on her bones. Not today, not if I can help it. Pumping her legs harder, she dodged bursts of flame from behind her and jumped over fallen branches, willing herself to keep going, to push harder. She was deeper in the forest which gave her more cover and the dragon took to the skies as it realized its gigantic body wouldn't be able to chase her between the trees. Her breaths were coming out in a rush as she wiped her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand and leaned back on a tree to steady her heart rate. She had done it. She had escaped and she was alive, thank Odin. The hells-sent dragon let out a roar that shook the trees around her and she was grateful that she was out of range from its blasts.
Breathing out shakily, Astrid pushed off from the tree that had supported her weary body when she heard a loud cracking sound. She looked up and saw a blazing branch quickly dropping down from above, coming straight for her. The entire the tree line was on fire as the monster had not given up as she had thought, it had outthought her. What the fuck? She didn't have time to think, she had to run or she would be killed by flaming trees, not exactly how she wanted to die. Trees crackled all around her and she could feel the metal on her axe burn her upper back as the air around her became molten. Thick smoke poured from every direction and south became east as north became west. She was lost. No, no, no this can't be it. Astrid had to find a way out. She had to. But she couldn't see in front of her hand and the fire had spread to the forest floor, giving her no escape.
Trying to breathe, the smoke filled her lungs and sent her into a coughing fit, further weakening her. She staggered forward in the direction she only hoped was west, forcing herself to ignore the burning pain in skin as the temperature climbed higher and higher. The smoke had grown unbearable and she remembered a lesson Ingrid had taught her. Ripping her intimate shirt, she covered her nose and mouth, her harsh breathing somewhat bettering. She almost weeped tears of joy as she saw a break in the tree line and made a run for it until she was knocked to the ground. Agonizing pain swept down her leg as she quickly realized that she was pinned under a massive fallen branch that was in the process of melting her skin off.
"Gah!" She screamed trying to stop the tears from rolling down her face as they quickly evaporated with a hiss. Astrid had to get the branch off. She took a deep breath in and out, stilling herself for what she was about to do and how much it was going to hurt. Tearing the shirt she had held over her face in half, she wrapped her hands and prayed her plan would work.
"You've got this Astrid, c'mon, c'mon!"
With a deep exhale she heaved the branch with all her might, ignoring how her leg felt as if a Firework Queen had sat on it.
"Aughhh!"
She ground her teeth as she slowly lifted the branch enough to roll her leg out from under it and almost gave up when she saw the damage. Her pants were melted onto her skin and she swore her skin was bubbling as if it was boiling water. Her hands weren't as in bad shape due to the short amount of exposure but they were still red and throbbing.It was a nightmare. It had to be a nightmare. Surely she would wake up in her bed or in her boat, it just couldn't be real. But Astrid knew where she was was reality and she had to make a choice: stay on the ground and be burned into ashes or crawl as far as she could and find safety or die a fighter. She got on her elbows and used her knees to lift herself forward in a slow but steady pace. The tree line was still visible and Astrid crawled towards her only hope of relief as the leaves and twigs on the ground further agitated her wound as the foliage rubbed against the tortured skin. She was in literal hell. It seemed like hours until she finally broke away from the forest and into a soft meadow but she was so exhausted it took everything in her not to collapse right there.
There was no way she would make it to the village.
She hoarse voice shouted desparately, "Help! Anyone! Please!"
But it was no use. Astrid was going to die in that meadow alone. She would welcome death now that she would go out like a warrior in the throes of battle and would surely be welcomed into Valhalla with open arms. Everyone would be better off without her. Berk would find another Vordr and Ruffnut would find another best friend. She was so, so tired. Her eyelids fluttered as they grew heavier and heavier and she was going to die. This was it. Her life was about to be gone.But did she live a full life? She barely had any friends, had made no impact on Berk, and had never felt in love. Sure she was the first Vordr but look what that had gotten her. She would get a nice little funeral and hoped they wouldn't use her boat to cast her off to Valhalla.
A dark figure ran over to her as a larger dark figure stood in the distance. This was it. The end. She felt arms lift her up and carry her but she couldn't make sense of anything. Her vision finally darkened and her head felt heavy as she finally lost consciousness and let death carry her away.
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Symphony of Shadows
FanfictionHTTYD AU Astrid Hofferson has been training her whole life for this day. She is going to be given her first assignment and begin her legacy as a fierce warrior for Berk. She has a feeling that her legendary prowess will lead the Elder Council membe...