The Four Horsemen Of Apocalypse

Chapter 8

[Normal P.O.V]

1200 years ago, Svalbard

A middle-aged woman with auburn hair rushed out of her cave, dressed in her combat armor. Oaken wood plates wrapped her body like a protective suit. Viking runes engraved on the ancient armor. Patches of brown scales covered some of the joints in her armor. Three long talons jut out of her armbands as a secondary weapon. In her right hand, is her staff that she gripped so hard, her fist began to whiten. Her bright blue eyes burned with anger at the chaos standing below her icy fortress.

An entire armada had docked over the lagoon, while thousands of soldiers marched out of the dreadnoughts and into the snowy beach. Dragging along with them are a vast array of artillery power. Catapults, ballistae, trebuchets, and cannons were planted across the white snow, their aim directed at the woman's fortress. With one word, the bows snapped and a rain of huge projectiles hurled itself across the beach and slamming against the mountain of icicles, creating holes in the spires as entrances.

The entire fortress shook violently as more projectiles shot out of the army and into her home. But the woman stood firmly on the edge, her face stony as a rock.

"Mom..."

The voice caused the woman to turn around behind her. From the darkness, two figures emerged. One was a tall lean man, dressed in his leather gear and a scaled mask covering his face. A fur cloak was draped over his shoulder, a medallion strapped on his chest with the symbol of his village carved on it. The metallic sound of his prosthetic stepping on the ground grew closer. His emerald-green eyes glowed through the gaps in his mask, with power and strength that the woman was proud of. He reminded her of his late father, who sadly was killed by the madman who led this army.

The other figure was a slim and curvy woman with messy golden blonde locks and a pair of sapphire-blue eyes. Her hooded fur jacket was a bit singed, but it served its purpose as to cover the blue scale armor she wore. In her hand, is a double-bladed axe that gleamed against the light. The auburn woman raised an eyebrow at the blonde's messy hair and light blush on her cheeks.

Upon seeing the woman's questioning gaze, the blonde turned away in embarrassment while the tall man rubbed the back of his neck.

"We just... lost track of time..." The man said with a sheepish tone.

"I think the only reason you both stopped was because of the rocks being hurled at us." The auburn woman smirked.

The blonde's cheeks were now burning with embarrassment. Not only does her mother-in-law know about their sex life, but everything the woman said was true.

"Sorry, Valka. Your son was just sooooo go-"

"Alright, l- let's focus on the problem, shall we?" The tall man cuts in, nervously gesturing to the chaos outside. He stood up straighter, bringing an aura of power that completely diminished the nervous boy he used to be. "Our warriors and dragons are ready. And so are yours. We wait for your command, mother."

Valka smiled warmly at his son. Seeing him become a real and strong leader for his people gave her pride. She knows that his father, if he was still here, would be as well. His attitude, stubbornness, and fierceness all came from her husband, Stoick. But his figure and calm nature came from her. The only attribute that he got that wasn't from them was his sarcasm, which he frustratingly got from a certain blacksmith. But if it's one thing they all have in common, it's their hate for their enemy; Drago Bludvist.

The foreign man came to Berk, challenged the chief to a duel, and proceeded to slay him. Berk was in the clutches of the madman for five years until her son, led a huge rebellion that freed Berk along with a few more islands like the Bog-Burglars, the Berserkers, and the Bileagans. During that time, they allied with the dragons who were in the process of being conquered by Drago and due to her son's good nature and kindness, the dragons helped the. Along the way, she and her son had reunited. Since Berk, and the other islands were beyond salvaging, the villagers and its people moved to her fortress where they lived peacefully for three years.