Furies In Love (Hiccup x Reader)

Chapter 36

At the Northern markets, Queen Mala, her daughter, and Throk were all visiting the Iron Mason. "Mother, do these swords look good to you?" Isabella asks.

She nods. "Yes." Mala waves Throk over as he talks to the Iron mason. "They're sold." He says coldly. Throw growls and asks if the axes  are available. But he said those were bought as well. "By who Iron Mason?" Mala asks.

Then, hunters come up to the royals and Throk as they rudely comment that they bought it. One of the hunters picked out a sword and threatened to hurt Isabella, but a mysterious figure stops him with his own sword.

"Forgive me, these are... simple hunters. They don't know what the price is for threatening royals." He turns his attention to the hunters. "Go! Before you get all of us killed!" He yells, and the hunters scramble to get the rest of the weapons.

Hiccup

We just got word that something weird happened while Mala and Isabella were at the Northern markets. Landing over on the beach, I saw that Heather was there as well. As well as Isabella.

"Hiccup! Thank goodness your here!" Isabella said in relief. Her dragon stormed greeted our dragons while Y/N and Astrid talked with Heather. "We saw in the letter on how it escalated." I explain.

She nods. "Yes, it was rather peculiar on why someone working with the hunters would defend us." She replied. Hearing footsteps I saw Y/N approach. "Me and Heather decided we wanted to what happened." I look over at Heather who nodded.

"Alright, Heather, Y/N, and I will go to the Northern Markets. The rest of you- uh." I stopped as I didn't really have anything for them to do. I feel Mala tap my shoulder. "Perhaps it is wise Hiccup Haddock, that one of your most fearless men can fight for my daughter."

I hear Isabella groan as Snoutlout kept on trying to flirt with her. "Hmm I guess." I hear the twins talk about something but I didn't really care on what it was. "It's going to epic!" Tuffnut yelled.

"Before the three of you head out, I have some Defender of the Wing clothes you may wear for this task." We nod as Mala leads the girls and Throk leads me with him.

Stepping out with the clothes that I have put on. I saw Heather and Y/N, her (E/C) hues were the only thing I could see. "If I may ask, what is this made of." Y/N asked polity. "Old Eruptodon saliva, with colored black leather. It is able to withstand heat in some cases." She explained.

"I feel like an assassin." Y/N commented childishly. "Ok, your all set. Be careful." Mala ordered, we nod as we mount our dragons and head to the Northern Markets.

Time skip

We reach the island, but we take the dragons to the far side of the island in the trees. Toothless grunted in worry and walked toward us. "Whoa, whoa, hold up bud." He looked confused at my reaction.

"We already have three masked people waltzing right in. But two Furies and a Razorwhip?" As my voice trails off. Toothless grumbles as he hides with the other dragons. "Ok, let's get going." They nod as we head through the entrance.

Hunters eyed us right away, but they didn't say anything. Y/N points to a masked figure with a brown cloak head into the tunnel where I hid when I first met her.

He takes off his cloak as Heather suddenly sprints to him and kicks him to the ground. His cloak falls off to reveal someone I thought I'd never see again. "Dagur?" Y/N quietly whispers.

"W-who are you! Robbery! Help! I-I am trying to get supplies from good such as yourselves." He quickly explains. "Is he serious?" Heather asks us. "Are you serious ?" As she turns her back to us.

"Do you think he lost his memory?" Y/N says, I nod and place a finger on my chin. While Heather theorized he was probably faking it. But then, our dragons come to us. "Dragon riders!" One of the hunters yell. "Toothless, plasma blast will you, and Y/N help me out." She nods as both dragons fire plasma blast while Windshear hits the other with her tail while we escape.

We also noticed that Dagur had bolted, with quick thinking Heather had grabbed him with Windshear's tail while we made our escape from the hunters.