It All Started At Hello..

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"This is boring!" Dagur groaned out in annoyance. We both were up when the sun started rising, it just like every other morning. Cold. But that's Berk for ya. Some how we both ended up in the same place, the training arena. The magnificent place we're all Vikings alike get to train to kill their first dragon. Well, that's what I like to think of it at least. I may be young but I'm still determined, if I set my mind to it I could be unstoppable. The more so, I could kill a dragon when I come of age, my father would hopefully be proud of me, yes... hopefully. I took a quick glace over my shoulder to look at the boys bored expression, as he layer on the ground looking up at the chained roof of the arena. "Then go do something else and stop annoying me with your whinny voice, red head" using the same tone he gave me, which resulted in having dagger thrown passed my head.

HOW THE HELL DID HE GET THAT!

A yelp escaping my pink lips, and quickly rotating my body to were the dagger had come from. Looking at the red headed boy, who is now standing on his two feet before me. "What the hell, red head!" I yell at the boy flipping a dagger in between his hands, with may I add the most deranged grin I have ever seen in my life. He tsk at me, "And you call me a wuss? What's the matter shorty, can't take a little dagger flying passed ya? Be grateful I didn't actually aim for your head". "Don't call me that! I'm average height okay! You just happen to be tall for your age, and it's not like I was prepared for a freak'n dagger to come at me, was I?" Yelled at him with annoyance, trying to cover up the fact that my heart beat was ten times as fast. "A sword?" He looked down at my hands, it was a gift from Gobber a while back. He said if I ever wanted to get out there and kill dragons, then the training should never have to stop.
"First thing you need to know is, always be prepared lass, remember a dragon always has a week spot. You just have to find it then STRIKE!" Gobber shouted with his bigger sword in his hand, swinging it forward managing to get it stuck in one of the planks of his workshop. Looking down at the stuck sword embarrassed a little. He tried giving it a little tug, but just let his arm drop looking at the sword still, then back at me. "Actually... first rule, don't go swinging your sword inside." He pointed to the sword, causing me to giggle as he smiled down at me.
I look back a Dagur who is starring at my brown orbs, "Yes," I looked down at the beautiful hand made sword and then back at the boy, "You want to kill dragons when you come of age?" He questions still not breaking he stare. "Of course, there's nothing else I would want more then to protect my people, it would practically be an honour to do so too." I smile looking down at the sword once more, I didn't realise at first but I managed to get a small smile across Dagur's face, showing small dimples. "I haven't been much of a fan of swords, I'm more of an axe and knives person. He did teach me some sword techniques though, if you'd like I could show you some. You might even surprise me with something to?" He looked at me waiting for my answer. I could have swore I saw hope and desire in his beautiful forest green eyes. I huffed, "What the heck, sure let's see what you got, red head." I smiled back at the boy in front of me, his smile turning into a grin. "First things first," Dagur said walking closer towards me and then around me, he used the one hand to lift my right arm which held the sword in it upwards straightening it out. His other hand was placed on my waist, and one of his feet moved my left leg out. "It all starts with your stance." His words were soft and kind like, to think it's only been a week since he's made his arrival with his family. The snobby boy I first met on the docks of Berk, has managed to gain a bit of respect from me. I mean he is annoying and still can be snobby and rude towards everyone around him, but this side... I quite like it. Maybe this whole arranged marriage wouldn't be so bad after all, and I have to admit, I'm starting to grow on the fact that he is a ginger.

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((I'm seriously reconsidering their ages, like wtf 😂 we shall see further down the track))
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Dagur had taught me more then just the basics of sword fighting, it actually surprised me with how much he knew and what his father had been teaching him. Which surprised me even more with the fact that Oswald the Agreeable even had time for his son, my father never has time for me! Damn... Dagur is a lucky Bastard.

I was brought out of my thoughts with someone calling me name. "Oi, Fletcher long time no see!" A boy with long dirty blonde hair shouted. Darein Hofferson. His uncle is legend, Fearless Flynn Hofferson. Darein's hair went past his shoulders in a half braided ponytail, his eyes were the purest of blues that I have even seen in my entire life, he was about two months older then me. We had been best friends since... well forever! Even though we both drove each other insane, it was a love hate sort of friendship we had.
"Right back at ya, goldie locks," I grinned as the boy approached me, embracing into one of our friendly hugs. "That nickname is never going away for me is it, freckles?" I laughed and untangled my limbs from him. "Nope," I simply replied, earning a smirk from the boy in front of me, "Well how have you been? What have you been doing lately? I mean I know that the Berserker tribe has come to stay for a while, so something has to have happened. Hearing about them seems like their a-"Darein trying to find the right words, and doing a weird hand jester that he seems to do a lot of the time. "Strange bunch," Darein finished his sentence looking down at me,"How strange are we talking about here?" I question him looking up at those ocean blue eyes. "Rumours have it, that at a certain age they actually go Berserk!" A voice yelled from above us. Another blonde headed Viking came swinging upside down above me and Darein. Scuffnut Thorston. With another Viking swinging down next to Scuffnut. "And when they do go berserk, they have fallow a ritual by killing a dragon, in freshly gutted wolf skin and once they've killed the dragon-" the raven haired girl known as Spiritlout Jorgenson stopped by the blonde next to her. "They have to howl like a wolf!" Scuffnut started laughing till she fell from the roof with Spiritlout flipping down to stand next to Darein.
It was obvious that the two like each other, but it obviously wasn't for them. They were both to chicken to admit they had feeling for each other, but I just leave it, unlike the Loki fan on the ground who always pester the two about their love for one another. Oh yeah, Scuffnut basically worships the god of tricks and lies, she was always out causing chaos in the village and pranking everyone.
"Okay, so... they howl at the moon?" I question looking at my three friends in front of me. "Pretty much, and to think we have an armada of them on our island," Darein folded his arms across his chest and shaking his head, "Well... IF, just if the rumours are true then I guess I should tell you guys something." I take a deep breath and let out a sigh. "My father has said that I have to-", "To marry the Berserker tribe heir so that Berk and Berserkers will forever have their peace." Flayhead's voice surprised all of us as, because we all shot our head to look behind me to see him approaching. He smiles at me to which I return. "Wait, what!" The three Vikings behind me say together at once.
"That's not fair, why can't you choose who you want to marry? Love is love child, your father shouldn't be sending you off with some stranger!" Scuffnut argued at me, moving her hands around in the air.
"Don't worry it's only when I come of age which is eleven years away, plus mother keeps on trying to reassure me that things will get better and people change." I try reason with them, hoping they wouldn't make to much of a big deal about it.
"I don't like it... you shouldn't have to go through that," Darein speaks in a low voice looking at the ground, "Let's hope the kid gets picked up by some dragon before then."Spiritlout suggests making everyone laugh, and making me chuckle to myself.
"We will see what the future holds, until then. Who wants to go get some of Gobbers famous yak noodle soup!?" Flayhead yells in excitement and everyone cheering in agreement. "Thanks guys" I say to them as we all walk side by side to the black smiths work shop.

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