When in Rome

Aid

AN

woop woop, one last OC to introduce and then I'm done, I swear. well... I'm kinda writing as I go so like... really I can't make any promises.

anyways, enjoy!

As he closed the hatch behind them he heard a cacophony from the other prison ship.Aeliana gave him a dry look, "what did you do?"

"I didn't-" Hiccup held his hands in surrender, "Gaius and Breha are over there, we should help them."

No sooner than the words left his mouth did the previously mentioned burst from the hatch. Breha fired wildly down behind them and Gaius screeched at the dragons, "don't fire, you'll burn the whole ship with us on it!"

"oh, so I didn't exactly inspire any grace or professionalism in my absence, I assume?" she looked over at the two soldiers and their dragons as several of Drago's men followed them out of the hull.

"oh, of course not, never," Hiccup sighed, "we'll head over to help them, you stay here and-"

"you're not going anywhere."

The prison ship was low but a gangplank did connect it to a main ship. Hiccup readied his sword and stood in front of Aeliana. He would take a hit for her in a heartbeat, she was injured enough and to him she was still his Praetor. Verlin levelled an arrow on the man that sauntered down the gangplank. Toothless growled and lowered to his haunches. The man was so obviously a Viking it almost made Hiccup puke. He could practically smell him. Blue paint was drawn along his chin- or they could have been tattoos- and his clothing mimicked the style. He finally stepped off the plank and onto the ship, smirk splitting his face.

"there's one of you, and three of us," Verlin warned, "don't make this harder for yourself."

"I'll take my chances, southerner."

"care to introduce yourself?" Hiccup snipped, keeping half a mind on Gaius, Breha, Tylac and Ex and Plode as they fought off the other goons. They were doing just fine, but there were so many they'd be preoccupied for a while.

The stranger let out a barking laugh, he bowed with a hand to his chest, glad to show off, "I am Eret, son of Eret," he slid a sword from a sheath behind his back, "finest dragon trapper alive."

"nice to meet you," Hiccup drawled as Eret levelled his sword on him, "we have places to be, things to do, you know how it is. How about you just let us be on our way. I'm sure you'd prefer that to having your body cleaved from thigh to clavicle."

Eret barked his laugh again, shook his head, "oh, you're funny, Mister Dragon, Sir Master, whatever the short form to Dragon Master is."

Hiccup rolled his eyes. It would seem Johan's stories had spread more successfully than he thought.

"but, no dragon escapes me," Eret hissed, and he charged them with a battle cry.

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Annabella was nine years old when the dragon trappers invaded her home. Nowadays when someone called her a 'poor girl who'd seen so much in her nine Summers' she would defiantly claim 'nine and a half!'

Her mother was one of the local seamstresses, she had a shop in the centre of the city with rows of gorgeous materials and multi-coloured threads and scattered papers with clothing patterns. Some of it had spilled into their family home and Anne's father would often be complaining about how little room there was for his books. They usually evened it out with the promise that they would soon organise to have a new study added to the home.