The Dragon Valkyrie

Raidin' Through the Night

This is Berk... It's twelve days north of hopeless, and a few degrees south of freezing to death. Located solidly on the meridian of misery, this village is—in a word—sturdy. Founded and thriving for seven generations, but every single building is new. The inhabitants fish, hunt and farm to live. A charming view of sunset beautifies the cold archipelago as the ray of sun leaves the horizon. The only problems are the...pests. Normally, most places have mice, mosquitoes, on the other hand in Berk, it's...

"Dragons....!" The teenaged, auburn haired girl slammed her door shut as soon as she saw the dragon as it fired at the wooden barrier.

Peeked from the small gap or doorway as she opened, the girl was witnessing the raid of dragons everywhere, stealing the livestock, breathing fire on the houses. Her people—the vikings— were fighting the, Life-risking but it was how they do every midnight. If it was village of normal people, they would leave. But the vikings, they have quite amount of stubbornness issues. This girl with auburn hair, green eyes and a rather petite figure for a Viking, is Hilde. A simple, but strong name as she was named after several valkyries such as Grimhilde, Hildegard, Brunhilde, etc. Hooligan parents believed hideous or strong names will frighten off gnomes, trolls, or other mythical creatures. That is, when their charming demeanors wouldn't do so.

Hilde sneaked off as one man who fell out of a sky from his attempt to beat the dragon, caused her to dodged the surly bearded man. After ducking under the log carried by two vikings, nearly bumped onto a group rushing past her. Another dragon's fire blasted on a ground sent a shockwave around that are close to it. She tripped over as the Viking above, letting out a battle cry before his expression morphed intro friendly one as he greeted.

"Mornin', lassie!" And he took off, continue to charge at whoever the dragon is close by. Hilde continued to run off further where her people were crowded and ready to defend their village.

"What are ye doin' here?!" One viking demanded as he ran past her.

"Get back inside!" The middle-aged Viking woman yelled after her but they were too focused on stopping the dragons.

Hilde continued to head towards the street before here, only for another dragon blasted its fire on it. Including the voice of a burly man calling her out as she was yanked back by her vest.

"What is she doin' out h—," the red-haired man frowned at her, "what are you doing out?! Get inside!"

With a light shove, Hilde escaped from the man's path. This large Viking, is Stoick the Vast. Chief of the Tribe. Wearing dark green tunic reaching down his knees, leggings baggy as it was striped with reddish brown straps. Slightly worn leathers formed as his boots. Wearing Viking armor, he was like a living figure of Norse god. In a recently written legend, when he was an infant he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Does Hilde believed it? The answer was yes.

"What have we got?" Stoick turned to one of his Viking Warriors, Anders Hofferson.

"Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare." Anders answered, ducked under his shield as the ball of flames blasted the ground next to them while Stoick didn't move, remained stern.

"Any Night Furies?" The chief asked, effortlessly brushed the small flame off of his shoulder armor.

"None, so far." The elder Hofferson replied.

"...good." Stoick nodded.

Several vikings tossed their torch in the large pyres as it rose up, brighten the area as they were able to see the flying dragons. Hilde managed to reach the forge, sighed as she felt safe with wave of relief.