Trapped (A Big Four Story)

Chapter 4

Hiccup's P.O.V

The girl called Merida was running her hands through her wild red hair in an attempt to brush the snow out. I decided not to mention that she could just leave it to melt. I was curious about her. She had a thick Scottish accent and a fire in her eyes that indicated she might be a Viking, from a neighbouring island perhaps. But she was more calculating in how she staged our meeting, a Viking would have pushed me to the ground and shouted insults and threats to scare an answer out of me; she also had a bow as her weapon of choice, far too delicate for a Viking, most prefer a short-distance weapon that can hack off a man's limb with one blow; lastly, she wore her hair down and wore a dress, impractical by Viking standards.

She caught me looking at her and glared, "What are you looking at?". This time I didn't back down, "Where are you from?" I asked without fault.

"DunBroch. Why?" I remembered from a few maps that DunBroch is on the mainland, that explains the similarities.

"I was just wondering why you seem like a Viking but clearly aren't." I shrugged.

She replied with an 'oh' and looked away. After a few minutes she looked back at me and started laughing, loudly. "I suppose you're a Viking then." Her laugh and what she was laughing at persuaded me that she really should've been born a Viking.

"Yes, I am and I'm next in line to take over my clan." I told her, she was not going to be fun to hang around with, but even though her attitude was insulting, it was also homely. Over her shoulder I spotted a glimpse of rustling gold. I left Merida, who was still laughing, and walked over to the strange anomaly.

It was a girl with very long blonde hair. She had turned over and was now facing me.

"I wonder where she got all that hair." Merida had ceased her laughing without me noticing and was now standing on my left observing the sleeping girl. "Let's wake her up. See if she knows anything about why we are here." I said.

"No! For all we know she's the one who put us in this prison."

"Does she really look like she's capable of doing something like that? Plus, why would she trap herself in here here with us?" I reasoned.

"Well, no she doesn't, but I'm a princess and your a Viking, not something anyone would associate with us at first glance!"

"You're a princess?" I asked incredulously. "Aren't princesses polite and bubbly?"

"Hey! I never said I was traditional."

"I'm still waking her up." Merida just huffed whilst I walked to the table of food. The cheeses would be strong enough to wake the girl up; I picked blue.

"Why are  you wasting the cheese? Blue's my favourite as well." She whined. I just ignored her and knelt down by the long-haired girl. I wafted the cheese by her nose, which twitched, and stood up just in case I scared her by being too close. Merida snatched the cheese from my hand and stuffed it in her mouth, glaring at me.

The girl started waking up, she stretched her arms and yawned. Merida, despite letting me wake the girl up, was still on edge, her fists clenching and unclenching around her bow. I put my hand on hers to put her at ease and to minimise any distress the waking girl might feel at seeing a weapon aimed at her.

The girl's eyes opened and closed, before opening once more and widening with alarm.