wings in the wicked dark | httyd

❝ we're vikings; it's an occupational hazard. ❞
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Edvard Henriksen, son of the chief and his clan's resident troublemaker, is nearing his seventeenth nameday; the day he ventures into the treacherous mountains of Gerd to claim his very own dragon. A sacred ritual that has stood for hundreds of years, this is one thing that Edvard is not allowed to mess up. A dragon pairing lasts for life, and the last thing he needs is appear weak.

Sieghild Ljungman wants nothing more than for her clan to prosper--and she is determined to stop at nothing to achieve that. She's worked her way up from depravity to one of the most respected warriors on Gerd, and all that stands in the way of the future of the clan is...well, the future of the clan--none other than Edvard himself. Lazy and distracted, his very existence threatens to undo everything that Sieghild has worked for.

Andor Voll is an outcast; with skin as dark as midnight and a temperament to match, he washed up on the island's shore as a baby and grew up a Viking. But when a mysterious stranger with the same skin as him is found unconscious on the beach, he begins to question everything he's ever been told about Gerd and the world beyond.

With a missing southern prince, the appearance of mysterious, pale warriors and the dawning of a war decades in the making, learning that the world is much more complex than they ever knew will be a journey in and of itself.