My little Flower (HiccupxOC, part 1 of Grimborn Family AU)

Chapter 85 - It's not over yet

3rd Person POV

Ice cold water closed in around Valka, filling her with a deep dread. Her husband was dead. His lifeless body sinking deeper into the darkness just beside her. No! No she could not let him go like this. In a rush of pure adrenaline Valka reached out and got hold of Stoick's fur cloak. Luckily her hands were not bound, but the heavy weight of her husband's body dragged her deeper down into pitch black darkness. Her heart was beating rapidly in panic. But she just couldn't give him up...she couldn't.

Valka held her breath as long as she could, too long in fact. Red and black splotches danced in front of her and she couldn't remember if her eyes were opened or closed. The coldness she had felt upon entering the water was completely gone. A desperate hot wave had come over her, warming even her frosted toes. She couldn't take it anymore. The urgency for air was more apparent than ever. She opened her mouth in a desperate, voiceless cry that resulted in her sucking in splashes of salty water.

There weren't red blotches in her field of vision anymore as the ocean sucked her strength out of her body. It was all black.

The fur cloak slipped out of her hands. Stoick was gone, somewhere deep down on the ocean floor and so would she be.

Her only son was in the hands of a madman. Her Bewilderbeast was dead, all the dragons it protected were lost. And it was all her fault. If she would have just stayed in her Sanctuary nothing of this would've ever happened. She hadn't returned all these years because she feared that her presence would only bring Stoick and Hiccup into danger...and now her greatest fear had come true. If she just stayed...

Valka's lungs burned, but soon she didn't feel anything anymore. Her movements slowed down, stopped even and soon she was floating in the waters like a doll.

When something grasped her fur hood she was unaware, but slowly she was towed upwards to the surface.

The ice cold air hitting her body was like a shock that forced Valka's body back to consciousness. She coughed and spitted up splash after splash of salty water. Her chest heaved as she struggled to suck in precious air.

Air? Wasn't she supposed to be dead by now?

Valka blinked several times till she noticed she was dangling just above the water surface, a purring sound drew to her ear from behind and she turned her head slightly to get a glimpse of her retriever.

"Jali..." she croaked out, not trusting her eyes and the Scauldron gave a sad purr. Valka looked around, shivering uncontrollably now.

Drago's ships were a black dot in the distance as they continued their way towards Hunter Island. The Bewilderbeast was gone too and his hypnotizing influence with him.

Valka sobbed in despair, her teeth chattering violently. "Ja- Jali g-get us b-back...p-please..."

With a swift motion Jali put Valka on his back, trying his best to not dive to deep into the water to keep her out of it. Valka clutched her arms around his thin neck as the Scauldron hurried to bring her back to the shore.

But it was cold, so cold. Valka felt a sudden tiredness come over her and soon consciousness left her again.

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Viggo's POV

I didn't know how I found the strength to move. Everything seemed like a blur. One moment Magnus told me my sister was gone - taken by a man called Krogan and in the next I found myself stumbling down the steps of the Great Hall, screaming till my voice got hoarse and I ended up coughing and panting. It didn't stop me. Anger boiled deep in my system, as hot as bonfire. It churned within, hungry for destruction, hungry for blood.

I had no weapon, but I didn't care - I would rip them all apart with my bare hands if I must. Finally I reached the edge of the battlefield. However, I had to stop for a moment, hands resting on my knees as the world around me started to spin. Although I had thrown up most of the poison, its aftereffects were still consuming my body. I let out a frustrated shout.

 Damnit all! I should have been there for Lilly! How could I have been so thoughtless during the feast!

One of Drago's soldiers must have heard me scream as he spun around and in the next instant advanced me at a quick pace with his sword raised high.

Blame it on the effects of the poison racing through my system or blame it on my unbound rage, I really didn't know why but I straightened and clenched my hands to fists in grim determination to end this bastard, if I had a sword or not.

The man lunged at me with a battlecry which I returned with all the voice I had left, but just before he reached me the man stopped dead in his tracks – eyes wide in fear. I almost laughed out loud. Did I look that fearsome?

It was only when I heard a deep growl behind me that I realized the man was not afraid of me, but rather of the black dragon that towered right behind me. An involuntary yelp escaped my lips when suddenly the solid ground beneath my feet was gone and I dangled in the air, the dragon lifting me up by the back of my tunic.

"Put me down you crazy dragon!" I yelled and thrashed about like a worm on a fishing hook.

The dragon turned his head and just like that, he let me fall. I hissed in pain as I landed right on my butt a few feet behind the dragon. He however paid me no mind and opened his snout to release a furious roar. It didn't take more than that for the soldier to drop his sword and run for his life, screaming.

I stared at the black dragon in bewilderment and stumbled back to my feet, my vision started to sway again in the process. He turned his head and perked his ears, probably trying to figure out where exactly I was standing. The initial shock I've been feeling began to give way to annoyance. "I could have handled that very well on my own, dragon."

There was a snort and a rustle across the floor. Before I knew what was happening, I landed on my butt once again, the dragon's tail brushing me right off my feet. I groaned and the dragon...chuckled?

"Fall back! All forces, retreat!"

A cry split the air, pulling me from my thoughts and I got up quickly. Drago's army was retreating, the dragon riders and the foreign dragons seemed to be the trigger point for them to head back to their master. The black dragon took off with a loud roar, burning Drago's men as they ran back to their ships.

I should have felt relieved that our enemy was falling back from our island but how could I be when my little sister was back in the hands of that madman? No there was no way I would stay here.

"Fulgur!" I cried out for my dragon but he didn't appear. Taking a few steps down the path to the port I suddenly found myself trapped in a tight embrace. Hands moved from my shoulders to my face and a pair of olive green eyes looked straight back at me.

"Viggo! My gods you're alive and you're on your feet." Eira sounded breathless and I couldn't help but stare, not able to reply anything. Her eyes seemed to stand out even more brightly from her blood covered face.

"Look!" she pointed to the retreating army behind us. "They're leaving! We've won Viggo!" Eira was beaming up at me, the thrill of victory brightening her face. "Now you can recover, come let me take you back."

It took me several moments till I found my voice again but when I finally did, I shook my head and shoved Eira away.

"I don't want to recover yet. I want my sister." I turned away from her to find my dragon, not noticing how Eira tightened her lips in discontent.

AN: I know this is only a short chapter but it will be easier for me to continue with the break of the next day if I leave it here. :) Promise to update asap.