It stood out there, teasing her, mocking her. It could have been a mere cloud, laying on the horizon. It wasn't. What had been for weeks a mass of ink and a name on a map was now something tangible. Something that could be actually seen, touched, and experienced. In the fading light, there was less that could be seen, but it was there nonetheless.
And Hiccup was there too. Somewhere out there. Would he notice the ship sitting on the horizon? If he did, she knew he would come to her. With what was going on, would he be able to? Probably not. He did tell her, he would be watching. She hoped his absence just meant he was terribly busy.
She had tried to talk the Captain into pressing forward, using her magic. He smiled, and reminded her that sailing a ship into a strange port in fading light was not conducive to keeping said ship afloat. She reluctantly agreed. She also thought about going out there herself, but in the end, decided to be patient. His people would probably not be too receptive to a strange woman showing up on their shores using, -questionable methods. Besides, it would be better if she had the ships' company with her, in case all Hel broke loose.
The crew had been briefed. No mention was to be made of her status. She was merely an emissary from Corona, seeking trade from the Vikings of Berk. She, the Captain, and a few officers would go ashore first, and assess the situation. Lieutenant Vorstapp, would stay on board, to take care of any dragons encountered. Any problems, and they were to sail off to Bog Island. She figured it to be the safest, and nearest place to go. She would rendezvous there, and then figure their next course of action.
She sighed. She could barely make out faint lights in the distance. It seemed the people of Berk were getting ready for the evening, and she should too. A quick look about the deck told her the crew was preparing for the night as well. Ropes were coiled and put away, decks cleaned and swept. Many of the men heading below deck to take their evening meal.
She walked to her cabin. After rummaging through the chests, she selected one of her finer dresses. It may be the last time in a while she would be able to do so. She had put away all the more elegant clothing she brought with her. Nothing to give herself away. She brushed, then re-braided her hair. After checking her appearance, she headed towards the Captains' cabin.
They rose from the large table that had been set up. With a nod from her they sat and the food was brought out. It was quite the sumptuous feast! Fowl, fish, some of the last vegetables, bread, and cheese. The last of the wine was brought out as well. The men talked of wives and sweethearts, of careers and businesses, of hopes and dreams. She leaned towards Captain Verschtop, gathering his attention, speaking so only he could hear.
"The men seem to be in quite the good cheer this evening!" He beamed at her.
"Aye Your Highness! 'Tis always as such, before making port. Especially if there's noone what's been there before!" She nodded.
"And the rest of the crew, at least, most of them are hopeful as well?" He nodded vigorously.
"Aye Highness! There's some what's fearful, sailin' this far into the unknown. But ye canna be too timid! AYE! 'Tis a bold step what's needed if yer ta move f'rwd!" She caught the fire in his eyes. The strength of his conviction. So did some of the officers, answering with ayes, loud and firm.
"What say ye Mister Staubb? D'ye stand in the scuppers and curse the rain?" He asked.
"NO Cap'n! Ye let it sake your thirst!"
"AYE!" They all to a man answered.
"And what say ye, Mister Fontaine? D'ye take in sail, and hunker down in the gale?"
NO CAP'N! Ye ride 'er 'till she blows out!"
"AYE!"
"Gentlemen! A toast! To the sea! She's our mistress. We love her aye! And we hate her! But if'n she treats us right, she'll bring us to gold and jewels, and many a grand adventure! To the sea!" They toasted and drank. These men! Her life on land was mundane to them. Out here, one misstep, one wrong move, and they could be sent to a watery grave. Every day they lived this. And here she was, with them, out at sea far from home. Bold Steps… She mused, she had already taken a few yes? She had stepped aboard this ship. To sail farther north than many of her countrymen. Despite what had happened to her parents. She had stood up to the Captain, more than once! She had stood up to a dragon, two if you count little Sharpshot! But, well…
She imagined there would be a few more bold steps necessary before this was over. Her love, her -promised was out there, a stones' throw away. Facing enemies within and probably without. Securing his future, -THEIR future! There would be treachery, and possibly conflict. But she would not be timid! She would step into this storm with him! And come out the other side to a better, brighter future!
"Gentlemen! A Toast! To our fair queen! She rules us well! She looks after us like we are her own children! Aye! She has chosen us for this mission! And we're all the better for it! She has faced down a dragon, and she has also faced down her captain!"
"AYE! Highness! Which one was worse?" Someone piped up from the back. To which everyone had a huge laugh. The Captain took it well, laughing himself. She shook her head laughing.
"The dragon definitely! I daresay the Captain cannot breath fire, Nor would he dare eat me whole in a few chomps!" She told them. More laughter. The same soul spoke again.
"Aye! But you've not seen him truly angry then!" She could swear the walls shook with the laughter. Captain Verschtop raised his hand.
"Aye! Your Highness we're all v'ry grateful to be chosen by ye. Ta sail so far, ta get yer 'usband! May yer negotiations be fruitful! May ye always be successful! And may yer future be bright as the sun! To Queen Elsa! Long may she reign!"
"Queen Elsa! Long may she reign!" They tipped their glasses. Mister Whitherstorp spoke up.
"Aye! And Lord Haddock too! May they both find happiness!"
"AYE! Lord Haddock!" She was almost overcome. She flashed a bright smile. Her eyes stinging. She glanced at the Captain, who was giving her a fond look. He raised his glass to her slightly and nodded once.
"Come lads! 'Tis a bonny grand adventure we're on! And it's just started!" The meal then took a slightly more serious tone as plans were gone over. Then gone over again, so everyone knew their place, and what to do when. She wanted to leave nothing to chance. The Captain shared her sentiment. After a while more, eating and drinking, the meal was over. A few of the officers went on deck to their watches, the others to their bunks.
She went on deck. The rest of the crew had their meal and were on the deck, playing card games, or talking. Some instruments were brought out, and with a minimum of prodding, she sang to them. Songs of Arendelle, of home and hearth. With a couple of ditties thrown in. She excused herself, after which, there was a shout from every man.
"Queen Elsa! Long Live the Queen!" She curtsied deeply, and flashed a bright smile.
She went to her cabin and washed. After putting on a nightgown, she sat at the table and brushed her hair. She noticed her crystal lying on the table. she picked it up, looking at it longingly. It had been this way for several days now. His face was drawn into a frown. Or maybe he just looked sad. The point of light in his chest only flickered. It seemed he was hurting, as she was. Aching to be together. She clutched it to her chest, sending a silent prayer. Hiccup! I am nearly with you! Merciful Gods! Please, PLEASE watch over him!
She stood at the rail looking out. The high cliffs, the windmills in bright colors. The people on the docks. The houses, all cramped together. Some in bright colors, most with dragon heads carved into the beams. Peculiar posts planted all about. The place seemed so… Hiccup!
There were houses seemingly built into the side of the cliff. Dragons flitted in and out. Indeed! Dragons had been flying about the ship for the last three hours. Some with riders, some not. She had been desperately seeking two dragons in particular. They were not to be seen. A knot formed in her belly. She hoped it just meant he was elsewhere, either on the island, or somewhere in the archipelago.
They dropped the anchor about a quarter mile from the harbor. It was standard procedure in unfamiliar waters. She switched between watching the crew unpack the ships boats, and watching the people as they gathered. Either on the cliff, or the ramps which ran from the docks to the top of the cliff. She still was wrapping her head around all this.
Most of the men she saw were huge! Nearly twice the size of Hiccup, and so were some of the women. They nearly all wore animal skins of one shape and color or another. Earth-toned woolens, and fur-topped boots. Also common were helmets, conical shaped and sported horns of all shapes and sizes. Some curled, some sticking straight out, or up.
Finally, a boat was in the water. The captain would accompany her as would Lieutenant Staubb, Lieutenant Grietlieg, and Mister Tenance, the ships doctor. A quick brief was had. These people were to be her subjects as well, and thus would be treated as fellow countrymen. They were to be polite and respectful. And always defer to her! She made her way to the ladder. Just as she was getting ready to climb over, she felt a strong hand on her arm. Her anger flashed for a moment, until she saw its' owner. The Captain was fixing her with a piercing look. The corner of his mouth curled, and his features softened a bit. He spoke low, so only she could hear.
"Bold Steps! Highness!" He gave a small shake, to emphasize. She met his gaze, and smiled widely.
"AYE! Captain!"
They cast off, the men pulling at the oars. They were making for a spot where the docks were lowest. She checked her appearance for the umpteenth time. It was not a queenly dress, but one of a lady of high standing. It covered her from her neck to her feet. A dark shade of blue, with a dark purple bodice. It was trimmed in silver embroidery. She forewent her shoes in lieu of sturdy boots. She had decided to take a small, bold step from the very beginning. She had put on a hooded cloak, and used Hiccups' gift to her to hold it.
As they got closer, a group of five people formed at the spot they were heading. Three men, and two women. They bumped up against the dock and the boat was tied off. When she was sure they had all gotten out, they made their way to their welcoming party. She walked up to what she supposed was the leader, and curtsied low.
"Greetings! I am The Lady Kirsten Snjardrottnig! Emmissary from the great kingdom of Corona! I bear treaties, and proposals of trade here to the Island and kingdom of Berk!" The man standing in front of her looked a little lost. He was in his sixties, if she had to guess. His hair was grey, as was his beard. He was dressed a little finer than the rest. After a long silence that bordered on insulting, he finally spoke.
"Greetings, -Lady! I am Ansel Hjofstein, leader of the Berk counsel." She thought she detected an eye roll from the man next to him. He was as large as a mountain! He sported a long, blond mustache that was fitted with rings. He wore a curious helmet. It had horns like the others, but had a strange plate attached to it. His left arm ended in a metal cup. There was a large tankard attached to it.
The man standing next to him was not as large, but looked menacing. A scowl was upon his face. He had black hair, and stubble long enough to almost be a beard. There was a scar on his right eye. Indeed, the ring of his helmet was split right above it. Obviously and old wound. She couldn't be sure, but there was a tiny resemblance there too.
Both of the women were in their forties. One had graying blond hair,and was slight of build. Her eyes were an almost piercing blue. An axe head rose from behind her back. The other woman…
He was there in her features. Eyes, hair, even the nose. She had a slightly wrinkled brow, But, she was sure of it… Hiccups' Mother! She stood almost as he did. He carried a lot of her mannerisms. She was schooling her features, but in her eyes was the light of recognition. She was wielding a heavy staff. It had curved wooden pieces at the ends with holes through them.
Another long and somewhat grating silence ensued. In any other situation, this would result in threats, and possibly several bad outcomes. Perhaps this Ansel did not get to meet many nobles, especially from as far south as she. Maybe he needed a lesson on international relations. She would provide it. It would be fun, -for her. Thankfully Hiccups' mother interjected. She dipped to her respectfully, smiling widely.
"Greetings Lady Kirsten! My name is Vahallarama Haddock! I am mother to Chief Haddock! You may call me Valka! Welcome to Berk!" Oh my GODS! Hiccups' MOTHER! She tried to hide her nervousness, it wasn't easy… She gave her the best, textbook curtsy of her young life.
"Your Highness…" There was a soft chuckle, and a hand on her head.
"Ahh child! Thank ye, but that's no necessary here!" She lifted her gaze and locked eyes with her. In that moment she knew. It was the same look Hiccup had given her. She felt warm, and cared for. Her nervousness vanished. It would be alright…
"Sorry, your… Valka! It, -it is ingrained at a very early age." She bit her lip,and reached up to tuck some errant hair away. And there was that look. She was her daughter-in-law already. Her heart could burst… Valka made the introductions.
"Allow me to introduce, well, Ansel here. Here we have Gobber the Belch, our village blacksmith, and member of the counsel." Hiccup had mentioned him! Although, with the missing hand and leg, she should've guessed. He gave her a fond look, and a nod. There was genuine warmth in his eyes.
"Here, we have Spitelout Jorgenson. My brother, Hiccups' Uncle. General of the army, and in charge of our defenses. And on the counsel." His scowl never left his face. She thought there might have been a small glimmer in there somewhere. She noticed a young girl walking up to their group. Her attention was redirected.
"And this is Brunhilda Hofferson. She is apprenticed to our Goethi, the village healer. Although, she is the best next to her." Valka shifted her eyes quickly to where the girl now stood. Then fixed her with a look. She then, -put a smile on her face…
"Ahh! Come here child! Yes!" She was the youngest present, also the most finely dressed. She was quite lovely, but what could she…
"And this is Gjaflaug, Niúsidóttor. Niece to Röngvaldr, Chief of the LavaLout tribe. She is to be the chiefs' wife!" Her stomach dropped out. NO! Valka! That… look, Hiccup! NO! She trusted him! She refused to make that mistake again! Surely his counsel brought her here. She put on a look of girlish excitement.
"Oh! Congratulations! My! There will be many, many single ladies of the Southern Kingdoms who will be saddened on THAT day! So when is the wedding? I would very much like to attend!" She tried to sneer, but no, her eyes… there was sadness, and, -hurt? She felt sorry for her. She could tell what was going on. Maybe she could befriend her… Her eyes went to her feet, and she remained silent. Poor thing…
She then introduced the Captain, and the officers present. They received polite nods from all present. After a short silence, she chanced a glance at Captain Verschtop, a small, imperceptible nod… and Bold Steps!
"SO! -Ansel, Where is Lord Haddock? I would surely like to speak to him. I also have a few things I would like to present him with in front of the whole of the tribe…" There was a split-second of shock. He was not as good as he thought he was…
"Chief Haddock, -is indisposed! He's not here, at present!" Hmmm,
"Well, where is he? I would like to get our negotiations underway as soon as possible! King Gregory would like to hear straight away! He does not like to be kept waiting!" She could almost hear the gears grinding…
"He's, he is on a diplomatic, -visit. He has gone to…" Gobber cut him off.
"Ehhh, 'es gone ta stop a war…" He said nonchalantly. Ansel fixed him with a glare. The large man didn't notice, taking a swig from his tankard.
"A WAR? My! With whom may I ask?" This was… interesting. Brunhilda spoke.
"Why, the BogBurgulars! Seems the heir came ta visit two days ago, and THEY either wouldn't, nor couldn't tell her where he was. She flew out o' here real mad. Said she'd kill us all, she did!" There was more to this… She pressed on, just as two more men walked up. She guessed them to be council members as well… Good!
"But, are not the BogBurgulars your, allies? Surely a war couldn't be risked over so small a thing? Any man with any brains should know better than to pick a fight with and island full of sneaky, women warriors?" -Dead silence- Even the man called Spitelout dropped his scowl. All eyes were widened, mouths agape. She obviously struck a nerve… Ansel spluttered.
"This, -this is an entirely sovereign matter! It is a small matter. It, it doesn't concern…" She cut him off. She was enjoying this a little too much.
"OH? Is THAT what you call WAR? -A small matter? WAR Sir, is no small matter! People die! Houses and halls burn! Lives are shattered. NO SIR! WAR IS NO SMALL MATTER!" There was a look of shock from all present. Maybe even from her own men. Now to drop the hammer… She considered Ansel for a moment.
"Maybe I waste my time here? -Captain? Prepare the ship! -I was assured by Lord Haddock That the leadership here, the council, would welcome trade from the south. And not busy themselves in petty squabbling… Perhaps we should sail our ships elsewhere. Maybe the gold and silver, and the gems, and fine cloths could be put to better use on Hopeless? Maybe the TrollGuts, or even the Meatheads? Perhaps the leadership there is not so divided that they could not see the opportunity… Maybe, at a time like this, the girls on Bog Island could use a friend from the South… That's it! Hit them where it hurts! She sighed audibly. Now to twist…
"I'm sure the people, and Lord Haddock as well, will be saddened to learn of this missed opportunity. But I cannot in good conscience enter into a agreement when the leadership treats allies so horribly. When the leadership is so fixated on keeping themselves in power, while they get richer, and not share the prosperity with those they serve… Ahhh, It's sad, really…" She allowed her eyes to roam over the faces present. One of the newcomers seemed a bit pale. Ansel and the other man were still agape. There may have been a slight curl at the corner of Gobbers' mouth. Spitelout, well… She couldn't afford the distraction of Valkas' face, not now… Taking a page from Hiccup, she gave a single, meaningful nod.
"Gentlemen, -Ladies, Fare thee well! And Good Fortunes!" She turned and glanced at the women. Valkas' face, while still a bit neutral, shone with pride. Brunhilda had a knowing look in her eye. Gjaflaug was just, -stunned! She gave them a wink, and a small curl of the lips. She then walked purposely away. Back straight, chin out. She went about five steps when there came a call from behind her…
"M, -My Lady?" Six… seven…
"Lady Kirsten?" Eight… nine…
"Lady Kirsten… Please!" She stopped and gave a heave of her shoulders. She turned slowly, a neutral expression on her face.
"We, -we will find Chief Haddock, and have him return immediately." Ansel said. She didn't change her expression. His eyes shifted.
"We will, -fix this, -situation. With the Bogs…" She raised an eyebrow. Ansels' eyes shifted again. "We… we will… ask, what reparations they require to, -to smooth this over…" She didn't move a muscle.
"W, we… we, -we will seek an accord… that, -that will benefit the whole of the tribe!" She turned fully around, and walked slowly towards them. She stopped, nearly in their personal space. She fixed them with a purposeful look.
"-AND… You will trust your Chief! -And you will earn his back! For there is no real relationship without trust yes?" They nodded. "Good!" She backed away slightly.
"I trust suitable accommodations can be had?" Ansel nodded.
"Brunhilda? See that the large guest hall is prepared. Lady Kirsten…" Valka interrupted.
"The Lady Kirsten shall stay in the Chiefs' hall, as is proper!" Ansel spluttered.
"But, -but Valka! The Chief…"
"The Chief can stay in the Elder Jorgensons' hall." Spitelout nodded. "She is a foreign dignitary, and she will have the best accommodations possible. I will see to her needs, and I will be her escort!" Yes! A triple-score for her!
"Very good! -Gentlemen…" They stood dumbfounded for a moment, then walked away. She was surprised to see and old woman standing there. Her back was hunched. Half-lidded eyes held more than a lifetimes' wisdom. She held a gnarled wooden staff. Several charms dangled from the end. A small smirk was on her face.
Her view was suddenly blocked by a mountain. She had to crane her neck to look Gobber in the eye. An incredibly large hand was placed on her shoulder. But for so large a hand, it was surprisingly gentle, and tender. There was warmth in his eyes. He gave her shoulder a gentle shake.
"Welcome, Lass!" Her hand moved of its own accord, and rested on his forearm. She flashed a bright smile, which he returned. He then turned and walked away whistling. The old woman still stood there. Spitelout stepped up.
"Lady Kirsten? Captain? You and your men are welcome. Aye, and they can bring their weapons. But they must be careful. The weapons can make the dragons nervous. You should have an escort, in case there's any dragon problems aye?" They both nodded. the Captain spoke up.
"Aye! But we've had a dragon encounter of our own! About a week ago!" Spitelouts' eyebrows raised.
"Oh Aye? What happened?" The Captain spoke.
"Well, the creature flew towards the ship one day and made a turn around us. The Lady here, she just stands there and raises a hand, and it landed! The whole crew were amighty fearful!" One of Spitelouts' eyebrows raised. He cast a glance her way, then back.
"And then, she just walks right up to it! Talkin' to it! The next thing ya know, she's scratchin' it! The damned thing purring like a kitten! Dammed-est thing I ever saw!" He then cast a slightly incredulous look her way.
"You, -bonded with it? The dragon?" Spitelout asked.
"Yes, I… Yes I did!" He huffed to himself, then looked away for a moment, then back to her.
"How, how is that possible?" His frown had completely disappeared. There was a look of near-wonder on his face.
"I was able to meet Toothless before Hiccup, -Lord Haddock, left for home." She mentally slapped herself. He was Hiccups' Uncle, but they were in public, with many eyes and ears about. His eyes widened slightly, then his expression changed. He had figured, -something out.
"So? What did the dragon look like?" She described it to him. The purple color, the spikes on her head, her tail. He nodded in recognition.
"A Deadly Nadder then!" He said.
"A -what?" It, kind of, -fit her.
"A Deadly Nadder, Lady! Damn proud creatures! A bit skittish, but beautiful, and very loyal. They breathe the hottest fire of all the dragons! And the spines on the tail? -Poisonous! -And a purple one, They're a bit rare… Like your Ladyship…" He cast her a sly look. She could feel her cheeks heat! She should also mention…
"Spitelout? We also received a visit from SharpShot…" His eyes widened slightly. He lowered his voice.
"So, -you knew…" She nodded.
"Well, I, -suspected. This was a little over two weeks ago. He mentioned some, -backhanded dealings with the council… And, with the girl there, it wasn't hard to put together…" He nodded.
"Aye he's refused her but…" Her heat leapt! She knew, she knew she could trust him! Oh Hiccup! A light seemed to go on in the mans' head. He looked away, then back at her again.
"So, it's, it's you… You he's refused her for!" She had to bite her lip to keep her from smiling too widely. Her heart was soaring! She gave Spitelout a small nod.
"Is, -is it too early to call you Uncle?" She felt a little sheepish, maybe too, -bold, but, -no! There! It was worth it! A smile crept across Spitelouts' face. It was a lovely thing. She made up her mind to make this man smile more often. He looked at her with genuinely warm eyes.
"No, child, no. But I think it's best if we keep this to ourselves, aye? -I didn't know, -I suspect the boy's told his mother… Ach! Such a clever lad!" His face shone with pride. She fell in love with Hiccup again, in that moment. When he finally showed up here, he was in for some MAJOR… Yeah… mmm
"And you! What you did with the council there! Brilliant! Ahhh, you've bought us some time… Ahhh, -Lass!" He looked out again and chuckled, shaking his head. He looked upon her, and leaned in to her personal space.
"Welcome lass! -Welcome, -to the family." He turned and walked away. He stopped beside Valka. He turned and looked at her, then turned back. Words were exchanged. Then Valka turned and looked at her and smiled, then back at, -her brother and nodded. Spitelout then walked away.
She went to take a step, but the old woman was there, right in front of her. She started a bit. The womans' eyes were warm, the smirk on her face a little longer. The old woman considered her for a moment, then spread her arms and motioned with her hands for Elsa to come closer. She knelt down, coming face to face with her.
"Hello! Who, who are you?" She said. The woman said nothing. Her gaze took on a piercing quality. Elsa felt her very soul being peeled apart, layer by layer. Her eyes narrowed a bit. Suddenly, she started, and drew back a little. She dropped her staff, and reached up to take her face in her two gnarled hands. She drew her even closer, then back. She moved her head side to side, first looking into her right eye, then her left.
She released her head. She then started patting her hair, her hands then trailed to the sides of her head, then her shoulders. Her right hand slid down her arm, and she grasped her wrist. Turning her left hand palm up, she started looking around on the ground. She brought her free hand up and drew two crosses across her palm with her thumb.
Suddenly, Elsa felt her whole forearm grow cold, as if her magic would come out. She panicked a little. She didn't know this woman. She didn't know which side she was on, if she could be trusted… The woman then reached into a pouch on her belt. She sprinkled a pinch of what looked like seeds, and tiny bits of plants and feathers on Elsas' upturned palm. The old woman then brought her other hand up and covered her palm.
She closed her eyes, then turned her face skyward. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. Elsa felt a tiny surge of power come through her forearm. The woman looked down and uncovered her palm. Elsa looked down as well. There were three tiny snowflakes floating above her hand. The womans' eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped open.
Dear Gods! This was bad! Very, very bad! She wanted, no, -she needed to keep this a secret! So many eyes about! She could be exposed, let alone the fact that people probably would be fearful of what she was. They would have to change plans… They might even be forced to flee for their lives! Oh Hiccup! Where are you? Her mind flashed a few scenarios, none of which were very pleasant. Her eyes darted side to side, there was nothing to be done for it either!
She felt movement. The old woman had rolled her fingers up, closing her hand. She gave it a gentle pat. There was nothing but warmth in her eyes, and in the smile on her face. Still, such exposure, in a very public place… It couldn't be good. She released her hand. Elsa clutched it to her chest with her other hand. So many eyes…
She must have somehow picked up on her worry, for she felt the womans' hand on her cheek. She looked her in the eyes. She could feel no malice, or ill intent, only warmth. The woman smiled, then took a few steps back. Spreading her arms, she gave a deep nod of her head, which she returned. She felt marginally better. The woman turned and walked away. She stopped next to Valka. They shared a look, and the woman continued on her path.
She barely noticed Valkas' presence as she stared after her. She felt a hand on her arm.
"Who, was. that?" She asked.
"That was The Gothi child! She is eldest among us, and the wisest. Sure, it's the men who run the tribe, but it is she that guides us!" Elsa nodded absently. The Gothi knew, but did Valka? What had Hiccup shared with her? She was his mother, but even this was a bit too big to be let out. She resolved to talk to Hiccup first before she did anything else.
"Come child, let's get ye settled!" She nodded, and gave a small smile. She turned and asked the Captain for her things to be brought over. He fixed her with a look. A smile slowly spread across his face. He started chuckling, shaking his head. He then turned back towards the boat.
Valka led her to the end of the dock, then up the ramps to the top of the cliff. It was a winding path. People gave them a wide berth. Some stopped and stared, especially the younger men, and the children. She suspected the children had never seen a lady from the southern kingdoms yet. The young men, well… She could venture a guess. She was flattered, but she only had one young man on her mind…
They reached the top of the ramp. There was an open area of grass. In the center was a great circle of old paving stones. Across the area, she spotted a low building with a single chimney rising from the middle of it. Inside, she spotted Gobber. He had a large hammer attached to his hand now. Her eyes roamed around the square. Houses lined the area, there were a few larger buildings about too. A stiff breeze swirled, she could smell the forge, also wonderful smelling bread, and -pies too? THAT will have to be investigated! Her heart gave a small twinge, as a ringing of metal came to her ears. Along with another whiff of the forge. Hiccup…
She saw on the other side of the square three huge metal bowls supported by large posts. One very large one was atop another, It looked like a system of gears in between the two. She watched as a dragon flew in and landed. It was the same type as the one that Hulda had saved them from. It looked around, then stuck its' head in the bowl. It tilted its' head back after a moment, She could see a few fish falling from its' mouth. It chomped a few times, then swallowed. Huh! Feeding bowls for dragons! She needed to ask about that too.
She hadn't realized she had stopped walking until she felt Valka at her side. She looked at her.
"Hiccup?"
"Aye, Hiccup! If there's any wild dragons that come in, They'll take their food from the bowls, instead of looking around the village for it. It's safer for them, and us." She nodded. She looked to the sky. There were dragons flying all about. Some with riders, some not.
"Do they stay? The wild ones?" She wondered if Hulda was wild. She had bonded with her, did that make her, -not wild? So many questions…
"Yes, sometimes they do, for a time. If noone bonds with them, they'll fly off. Sometimes they come back, sometimes not. There's caverns underneath our feet here. It's where they roost, the bonded ones." Hmmm, That meant that when Hulda came, there would be a good chance she'd stay. She hoped she would!
They started walking up a slope. She noted a pair of huge wooden doors leading straight into the mountainside. A great flight of carved stone steps lead up to it. She saw on either side of the doorway were great carved statues. She noted a slight resemblance on one that looked newer than the rest. Hiccups… Father! Then the others must be, -his ancestors! All of them looked very… Viking! Not like Hiccup at all. But he was still young. He might look something like that some day. Her heart gave a skip at the thought, Gods willing, she would be there to see it.
They made towards a house that sat a little ways down from the steps. It was larger than the rest of the houses she saw. It was wider, longer and taller. It faced a small square. There was another building attached to the side of the house it seemed. The Chiefs' house, it must be! She began to feel all fluttery inside. She would be staying in Hiccups' house! Granted, he wouldn't be able to spend the night there, at least, not now, but… maybe… with negotiations going on… mmmm
Valka opened the door and she went through. It smelled a tad musty, but good. Herbs and fire smoke filled her nostrils, it smelled like, -a home. Possibly her home! The fluttery feelings magnified. Valka threw a bolt on the front door, then moved swiftly to the back of the house. She threw a bolt on the back door as well. She then walked up to her, arms wide. She was enveloped in a bone-crushing, but warm hug.
"Ahhh lass! It's good ta finally meet ye!" She returned the hug, her earlier nervousness all but forgotten. She felt cared for. She relished this moment. She separated and took her hands. Taking a step back she regarded her.
"My! You look absolutely lovely dear!" Her cheeks felt a little heated. She was so relieved she couldn't speak. So many questions, she didn't know where to start.
"And how was your trip?"
"Long and boring, except for a couple of visits by, -dragons!" Valkas' eyebrows shot up.
"Oh? Tell me then."
"Well, the first was from Sharpshot…" She told her of his arrival, and the letter. She smiled as she told Valka of his antics while he was there.
"But, he is not with you? What happened to him then?" She asked.
"I sent him to my sister, in Arendelle. I didn't want her to worry. And I had an idea that could help our situation along." She nodded.
"And this other dragon?" She told her of Hulda. Their meeting, Her acts of grooming the ships crew brought out a chuckle from her. She had a nod and a knowing look when she told her how the dragon had protected them.
"Valka? Is what Gobber said true? Is there going to be a war between you and the BogBurgulars?" She scoffed.
"Don't you worry 'bout that. It was more likely an excuse to get Hiccup off the Island for a few days. They do treat that girl rather badly for bein' an heir, though. I suspect Hiccup will be back tomorrow." She nodded
"And, what of this girl, Gjaflaug?" She was curious, and tried to stamp the jealousy down.
"Ah! A relative of one of our oldest enemies. It looks like a deal has been struck behind our backs, it has! He's refused her but…" Valka squeezed her hands. "It's a very hard position they've put him in child. He's kept appearances, but if he continues to refuse, it could cause more trouble." She understood. A marriage between rivals would help smooth things over. But, Hiccup and her, they have already, -chosen each other. This could be bad, -unless…
Valka gave her hands another squeeze. "Don't worry child, those of us closest to him know. There's been someone else he's been waitin' for… Starin' out over the sea, some extra work at the forge. Yes, child! And it's been wearin' on him. But, with that stunt ye pulled this morn', I'll bet this will be straightened out in no time." She smiled and squeezed her hand once more. Yes, with Hiccup, they would get to the bottom of this. He had family and friends here. She would need some of her own, and not just here. Already, a plan was forming…
And the 'stunt' she pulled, it could be, -troublesome. While it probably put them off balance, it may not be enough to quell whatever was going on. They would not dare harm an emissary from a foreign kingdom, but she didn't know exactly who she was dealing with. She resolved to be cautious.
"Would ye like some tea, -Elsa?" She started a bit at the use of her name, but Valka knew, so,
"Yes, please!" She knew, but how much had Hiccup told her?
"Valka? W, what has Hiccup told you about me?" She explained she knew she was a queen, and told her of their first 'meeting' to which much laughing ensued. He had told her of her country, and her sister and cousin. Of Corona, and his adventures there. She was surprised to learn more details of her cousins' rescue. But no mention was made of her powers. She was his mother, and she felt safe, but she would talk to him before she said anything.
They chatted for a while about village life before there was a knock on the door. Some members of the crew arrived with her things. Valka directed them to Hiccups' room. Her cheeks heated a little at the thought. Captain Verschtop walked in, he was followed by two viking men. One bore a striking resemblance to Spitelout, the other was a blond-haired man of seemingly slight build. His hair was in plaits, and he wore a helmet with four horns. The other man gave her a curt nod.
"Snotlout Jorgenson, son of Spitelout, at your service, My Lady!" She dipped and offered a hand. He seemed confused for a moment, then took it, and gave it a single, firm shake. The other man dropped to a knee and introduced himself.
"And I, My Lady, am Tuffnut Thorston, son of Raggi! And I, -am ever at your service! If you have need of something, A warm mug of goats milk, or a leg of Mutton! Or, or -if you have need of a skull crushed, or an arm chopped off! Please! My Lady! Feel free to call on me!" He finished with a flourish, which even at court, would seem very over-dramatic. She was, -a bit, flattered? Snotlout rolled his eyes.
"Knock it off, you muttonhead! You were all gaga over Gjaflaug just a week ago!" He glared.
"Well, yeah she's hot… But this one! If you like, put all the most beautiful women in the world all, like, together… She would be in like, the top ten! Maybe the top twenty! I dunno, which is better? Damn numbers! I always get confused…" Snotlout rolled his eyes and scoffed. He put a hand on her arm and regarded her earnestly.
"Kirsten? If you do have a need, my hall is just across the square here. My wife Luna will be happy to assist you." She gave him a smile and a nod. She was grateful. Hiccup had good support here. She would need some of her own, but decided for now, she would rest, and enjoy being on dry land once more.
She had words with the Captain, for him to make sure the ship and crew were secured. She would be over later to check on the officers' lodging. He assured her there was no need. She reminded him that he, along with the officers and crew were her responsibility, and the discussion was therefore over. He replied with a chuckle and, "Aye Highness!"
The men left, and she and Valka chatted about them. She told her of how she had been taken by a dragon when Hiccup was a baby. They were reunited just before the battle that took his father away from them. Her heart went out to her. Elsa explained that with Hiccup protecting Toothless, and disguising his identity, there was precious little time to speak of his home and life. She told Valka of her childhood, and her sister. She left out the parts about her magic for now, and told her about the loss of her parents, and the early years of her reign.
After a bit, they realized noon was upon them. Valka would go to the hall, and bring back their lunch. Explaining she wasn't much of a cook. She herself could possibly manage a few things, but growing up in a castle? Yeah… She felt it would be a good idea for her to get settled while Valka was away.
She mounted the stairs nervously, in that, the fluttery feelings that had laid mostly dormant for a time, came back stronger as she realized she would be sleeping in Hiccups' room . His room! She made it to the top step without stumbling, or falling. She pushed the door open slowly.
The first thing she noticed were the drawings. They were everywhere! Stuck to the walls, strewn on shelves. Almost every flat surface contained drawings. She took a few tentative steps into the room. Then, she noticed the bed to her left. It was many times smaller than hers, but big enough for two people to sleep comfortably. On the other side of the room, she noticed a large piece of rock. It was flat, its' surface blackened and scratched, -from, -dragon claws? That was Toothless' bed?
She took a few more steps, his room took up the back half of the hall on the upper floor. She came upon a desk tucked into a corner. A stub of candle was stuck to the bottom of a polished brass bowl. There was no organization. The papers strewn across its' surface. Sketches of all sorts of machines, with details, and notes off on the margins. All sorts of equations were written there as well. She picked up a corner of the top sheet. She felt a little like a snoop, but this was a part of his life, one she would come to know in the future. The next sheet held a drawing of a crane. Details of the pins and plates at either end of the arms. The next held sketches of some buildings she recognized. The forge, a chocolate shop she was familiar with, and another she was sure was… Yes! These were buildings in Arendelle! Sketched from memory? No, he seemed to always have a notebook with him. They were amazing!
The next page revealed, -her! A hand-sized portrait of her! Her hair in its' usual braid over her shoulder, eyes slightly lidded, a demure smile on her lips, almost smug. Was this… She may have looked at him like this… That one evening in her chambers! When she had asked him to… When she herself was ready to… Oh my!
The door opening and closing shook her from her thoughts. Good thing too! they were headed for… yeah, mmm. She helped set the table and she and Valka sat down to a wonderful tasting fish stew. They talked about dragons. Valka offered assurance that since she had bonded with Hulda, she would eventually find her. They were mostly through their meal when a familiar sound reached her ears.
"Ah! It sounds like someone else is ready for her lunch!" Elsa was a bit confused. Valka went out a side door at the end of the kitchen. She realized the building next to the hall was a stable! In it was a wonderfully green-colored Deadly Nadder. Happily squawking a welcome. What really caught her attention were the babies! Four of them! The top of their spines just reaching her chest. They were clumsily hopping about, wings flapping. Vying for her attention. She tried, she really did! They were bundles of energy. A coo and a gargle drew her attention to the adult.
She reached out, and her hand was immediately filled with the dragons' snout. She scratched its' jaw.
"Her name is Hiln. She is one of Stormflys' children" Valka told her.
"Stormfly?"
"Aye, she, -she was, -Astrids' dragon. And a smart one too!" She nodded. She then noticed a curious net of rope and leather straps around her wing, continuing around her body.
"What happened to her?" She asked.
"She was hit with a catapult shot, trying to get her mother, or Astrid off the field. She was nearly killed herself, if it weren't for Hiccup. Aye but that bone just refuses to heal!" She nodded.
"Hiccup told me… It must have been really hard on you both, to lose her, and the baby." She said.
"Baby! What baby?" Oh! He did say he hadn't… but she should know…
"Hiccup told me the morning they rode out, that Astrid told him she, -was pregnant." Valkas' eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped open. She looked away, then back.
"That was why… he, he never told… Oh! My poor boy!" Elsa immediately felt bad, but she was his mother, she should know this.
"Now I know why he… Oh child, ye must understand…" She felt a small amount of dread creeping up.
"Did he, did he tell ye what happened, -after?" She shook her head, there wasn't a lot of time…
"After Astrid fell, he, he fought like a man possessed! He defeated Dagur, but he didn't kill him. Hiccup pinned him to the ground, using her axe. He grabbed spears off the battlefield, and pierced him, several times. Dagur could neither move, nor lay down and die…" She was shocked! Her Hiccup? He didn't seem… Valka fixed her with a look, then took a breath.
"He, -he left, just after. Then returned a few days later, to send Astrid off. After that he was gone for a while… I feared the worst… I found him some time later and talked him into coming back." She couldn't help but think something had been left out. He, -just left? And left the Beserkers to themselves? She imagined if something should happen to Hiccup, she would be terribly upset. She thought maybe Valka felt it was best if Hiccup told her. It probably was…
Valka let her feed Hiln, and almost lost her own lunch when Hiln fed the babies. They went inside, -and she really tried to finish her stew. But it was no use. They cleaned up, and she went and changed into another dress. Much simpler and more sturdy than the last. Valka then took her on a small tour of the village.
They went by the bakers. Where she met Róaldr, and his wife Saldis. She engaged them in light conversation, and had a pie sent to the hall. She went to pay for it, but they declined. They visited the potters, the basket weavers, and a few other places where things were made for everyday life on Berk. Between each stop, she would answer greetings with a warm smile and light conversation. The Berkians were curious and friendly for the most part. Just about everyone had high praise for their Chief too.
They wound up at another hall, where women were cutting cloth, sewing, and knitting. Elsa felt she might have found her place. She could sew and knit, but as Queen, she rarely had time. Valka separated from her as she chatted with the women. She was elated to find out they always needed help, and would be welcome to return. Speaking of returning, Valka rejoined her bearing a pile of clothing. Explaining if she was going to ride that Nadder when it returned, she would need proper clothing. She offered to pay, but was again refused. She felt badly, and resolved to return and work off her debt.
Next door was where leather goods were finished into boots and jackets, and cloaks. She settled on a dark brown pair lined with soft fur, that came up to the middle of her calf. Valka was talking to one of the other men, and selected a knee-high pair for her. Once more, they refused payment. She felt that with Valka with her, it may have been because she was considered a member of the Chiefs' house. She would ask her later.
After a short stop at their hall to drop off her things, Valka led her to the caverns. So many dragons! Valka showed her the different breeds, and some of their characteristics. She watched as the older woman interacted with them. She wasn't sure if she would ever be as confident as she was around them. She resolved to try her hardest. Many came up to give her a sniff. And the babies! They were sooo adorable!
They walked towards an opening. Upon reaching the wooden floor, she noticed seams. The ceiling had a curious look to it. There was the curved roof, that looked the same as the rest of the houses, but below it were two great panels. Valka explained they were part of a storm door, operated by levers and counterbalances. All designed by Hiccup and… Fishlegs? She had to ask about this… name… thing.
They left after a time. She wanted to stay, but it was getting late. They stopped by the guest hall to check that everything was well. She noticed a man talking to Mister Tennance. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair. They locked eyes for a moment, there was something, -there… She was distracted by the Captain, telling her that all was indeed well, and they were going to the Great Hall in a bit for dinner.
They all sat at their own table in the center of the Hall. The man she saw in the guest hall earlier had introduced himself as Eret. He was to be the officers' escort, and hers, if Valka was somehow unavailable. They chatted about their experiences so far. Over a sumptous, but simple stew and heavenly bread. Most of the Berkians had been helpful and curious.
A few tense moments were had as people came up to introduce themselves. They would put a hand on her shoulder or arm. To which Heinz and the others took offense. Eret explained their society was only stand-offish to strangers, and that it was a good sign. He chuckled as he told them a punch to the arm, shoulder, or head was as good a greeting as any. So this was very good.
She sat with her back towards the entrance so she could watch the main table. It sat on a dias on the other side of the room. Ansel was there, along with the two other men from this morning. There were two empty chairs in the middle. She assumed the Chiefs' and… His, -wife? She would ask later. She made mental notes of the people standing behind, and all those coming up and having words with the three men. She was, it seemed, being watched closely. It was a bit, -uncomfortable.
She was collected by Valka when the meal was over. Such an exhausting day! All she wanted to do was to bathe and sleep. She helped Valka drag out a wooden tub from the back of the house. There was a natural hot spring nearby, she explained, but it was after dark. Enlisting the help of a Nadder and a Snafflefang, the tub was filled and heated. A curtain was drawn, and she slipped into the water up to her nose. Her first real bath in weeks! She soaked for a bit, then washed.
She and Valka had tea by the fire while her hair dried. She explained she had a class to teach tomorrow after which, she would give her another tour. She had taken her around the village. How much more was there? She shrugged it off. Valka told her of how Eret came to be with them, and how he helped in the battle against Drago Bludvist. A small amount of cold dread crept over when she said his body had never been found. It was, -odd. And the Bewilderbeast had not been spotted either.
She filed those thoughts away for tomorrow. She said goodnight, and ascended the stairs. The fluttery feelings competed with her tiredness. She made it unscathed, and climbed into… Hiccups' BED! It smelled of him. The forge, and the lye soap she herself just bathed with. She sighed his name, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep…
She woke to a door closing. She laid there listening. Valka must have gone for their breakfast. She dressed in her new clothes. Dark brown leggings, a light bluish-green tunic, an a dark brown skirt that stopped at the knees. She pulled on the boots she selected, and went down the stairs. Valka had the table set with goats' milk, bread and cheese, and a few strips of dried fish. They chatted while they ate.
She had to teach a class this morning for the little ones who were too young to have a dragon of their own. She was welcome to come watch if she wished. She felt it would be a good idea to spend time in the village talking to people. Maybe here, she could find at least one friend. As Queen, she didn't have time to establish a friendship. But here, with Hiccup, maybe she could. It would also help her gain support. Valka said she should be done before the noon meal, enough time for her tour. When she asked, Valka only said she needed to see the rest of the island.
She should have seen it coming… Pieced it all together… She went to the forge to talk to Gobber. He just happened to be working on a saddle… For a Deadly Nadder… Even took some measurements from her. They had a merry chat. She had a hard time reconciling Hiccup, the weed of a boy, who was accident-prone… to the man she fell in love with. His struggles in learning how to be a chief, and becoming one when he didn't feel ready. His struggles with dragons, and in the last year and a half, his own council.
And here she was now, About to take a very bold step indeed! Valka had returned from her class with a lovely orange Nadder trailing her. His name was Biscuit. She didn't put it all together until they started saddling him. She was fearful, until Biscuit nudged her.
"Go easy on me OK boy? I've never flown before." He chirped happily at her. She scratched his jaw as they finished saddling him. Valka would be with her too. The Nadder squatted without being told… Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. After a bit of instruction, Biscuit leaped into the air. She yelped, and held on tight. They hovered in place for a few moments.
"Feel him child! Feel him move!" It was easier said than done. -Although… After a few terrifying moments, she could feel his movements, -and - something else… She now understood the hooks on the ends of Valkas' staff. She had a hook around one of the Nadders' spikes. She stood on his back over her. They started to move forward.
"Look around, child! Look to where we're going!" She was right, looking down did NO good. She began to loose her fear to the wonder of seeing the world from an angle not possible before. As they moved away from the village a voice could be heard, fading in the distance.
"My Lady! What the Hel do ye think yer doin'!-"
Some more instruction from Valka. She grabbed the tiller in front of her. Moving it controlled the dragons' movements. Left, right, forward, back… Yes! She was beginning to understand! And the handle seemed to return to its' original position with a, a, -spring! Hiccup! That, that, -wonderful man! He was here with her, in that small way…
They turned back towards the village. She pushed forward on the handle. The dragon tucked his wings in slightly, and they dove. It was thrilling… And frightening at the same time! She couldn't help the scream from exploding out of her mouth. Nor the other, as she pulled back on the handle, and Biscuit pulled out of his dive, and swooped back into the air…
She felt a hand on her shoulder. Valka was beaming at her as they leveled off.
"Excellent Elsa! How, -where did you learn that?" She shrugged her shoulders. She couldn't exactly say. It just seemed… Logical?
"Let's just take a turn around the island from here on, yes?" She nodded. and directed Biscuit towards the coast. They followed it around. The houses were so tiny from up here! She saw the cliffs and sea-stacks. Fields and pastures. Forests and meadows. Before too long, they reached the northern tip of the island. They flew on, and after a short time, the village came back into view. She was amazed. They had just covered, in under an hour, a distance she was sure would take a couple of days to walk.
Valka pointed out the cove, where she said Hiccup first kept Toothless. As he learned about him, and managed to get him flying again. She also pointed out the bathing springs. There were two pools, divided by a rocky outcrop. One for the men, and one for the women and children. They were kept out of the other pools by the biggest, burliest men and women. Who took turns patrolling the grounds.
The village came in full sight. She directed Biscuit down, and after a moment, he set down in the main square next to the forge. They were surrounded by many, many smiling vikings. And one group of her own officers. They all carried extremely worried looks on their faces. She flashed a bright smile, and couldn't help the giggle that leapt from her mouth. She slid off of the saddle, a little wobbly, and walked around, scratching the dragon vigorously.
"Thank you Biscuit! That was amazing!" He squawked twice and nudged her. She wrapped her arms around as much of his head as she could manage.
"Well! It seems we have a natural-born dragon rider among us!" Valka announced to the crowd. A great cheer went up. She looked at all the smiling faces. Her heart swelled. Except, well, most of them were smiling. Her officers still had worried looks, the Captain had a scowl on his face. She guessed a dressing-down was in order. Looking over the crowd, her eyes locked with Gjaflaugs'. There was a furious scowl on her face. She turned and stomped off. She felt for her. -Maybe they could have a talk.
Gobber then pushed his way to the front, a grin threatened to split his face in two. Eret was behind him.
"Awright! Evr'one back ta werk!" He shouted. She received pats on the arm or shoulder as the people dispersed. She offered a huge smile in return. Gobber placed a huge hand on her shoulder, she met his fond gaze.
"Well done Lass!" If she smiled any wider, her face would break. Eret stepped up, and with a small flourish, Held out his hand and bowed.
"Indeed My Lady! Most impressive!" She didn't take the offered hand. He was sent by the family, but he wasn't, -family. She would send a message. She was only here for one man…
"Thank you Eret! It, -it was the most amazing thing!" Still, she offered a bright smile.
"You've only had a taste Lady! Once you've gotten used to it, there's a whole world of possibilities, from the back of a dragon!" Indeed! Already a plan was taking shape. She now had one more piece for the solution.
"Perhaps, later, if you feel up to it. I could offer the Lady some, instruction?" Hmmm, she still wasn't sure… She couldn't read him. How much did he know?
"Perhaps… For now, I think i'll go freshen up before the meal." She felt she could handle Biscuit, but him? It, -could be an opportunity…
"Very well, My Lady!" He paused and looked about discreetly, but said nothing. "I work down on the docks, but if I'm not there, I'll be with your men." He bowed respectfully. She dipped slightly and nodded.
"Thank you Eret! I am grateful for your service!" She turned and left.
She walked across the square, headed back to the Chief's Hall. She noticed a man approaching from the side. He was one who was standing with the Hjofsteins at last nights' meal. She was immediately on guard.
"Greetings My Lady! The council was wonderin' if they might have a word with ye?" This was, -strange.
"I'm sorry, Who are you? I was not aware that a council meeting had been called." Valka had not said anything, but she was a foreigner. Such things would not normally be known to her, unless they involved her. Hmmm…
"Freybjorn ma'am, Freybjorn Hladsen. My family owns one of the largest yak herds on the island. I also do the councils' bidding from time to time." One of the leading families, she guessed. She wondered what kind of things the council had him do. She considered him.
He was twice as large as she was. His hair was black, as was the beard on his chin. He wore a plain white tunic. Well, it may have been white at one time. A vest made of sheepskin, and heavy brown, loose fitting pants. He had a small-ish helmet with two small horns curling from it. If he meant to do her harm, there wasn't much she would be able to do. But she had a few tricks up her sleeve…
"F'give me Lady Kirtsen, it's just a small meetin' It'll only take a few moments." To accept would be against better judgment. But maybe she could learn a little more about what was exactly going on. Maybe even stop it in its' tracks. If anything, she could give them a 'cold' taste of what they had coming to them if they continued behaving badly.
"Very well Master Hladsen, lead the way." Again, against better judgment, but still… He led her up the hill, and up the stairs to the Great Hall. He opened the door. She had to wait a moment for her eyes to adjust. There were three men seated at the table on the dais. Ansel, she knew, the other two were latecomers to her welcoming party on the docks. Introductions were in order. Ansel stood as she approached.
"Welcome! Welcome Lady Kirsten! I trust ye had a good nights' sleep?" All beaming smiles… Hrumph! She forced a bright smile.
"I did indeed Master Ansel, thank you." There was a bit of tension in the air.
"Good! Good! If I may, I'd like ta introduce ye to the other members of the council here. This here is Bótolfr Rikkardsson, His family owns four fishing boats, and some very rich farmland west of town. And this is TulkR Bruderbuten, He also owns farmlands, and has interests in the ore mines with meself, and a few of the other families here on Berk." She gave them polite nods. She noticed Freybjorn did not follow her. He was standing at the door. Keeping her in, or -people out?
"Very good gentlemen, how may I help you?"
"We would like to ask after the nature of your proposals, my Lady, So we may go over them and start negotiations." She expected this…
"You may ask, but I will not give an answer." A slight raising of Bótolfrs' eyebrows was the first sign. She thought she detected a flash in TulkRs' eyes.
"Aye My Lady? And why not?" Yes that got them. Just who did they think they were dealing with?
"I was instructed by my Liege Lord to only speak of this with Lord Haddock sirs!" Bótolfr spoke.
"But surely, the Lady can give a small hint, an notion, perhaps as far as goods, and exchanges? after all, it is only us here in this room?" Why the little…
"I'm afraid I cannot. I was given specific instruction by King Gregory himself. To do otherwise would be breaking a sacred vow, and compromising the Kings' trust. I believe, -gentlemen, we have spoken of this issue?" Maybe it was time… She gathered her magic subtly, and started to lower the rooms' temperature slightly. There was another flash of anger in TulkRs' eyes.
"Listen, girl, ye are a long way from home. Perhaps ye might change ye mind…" Ooooh THAT MAN! She would keep an eye on him. Her anger flared, but she couldn't loose control. She kept dropping the temperature…
"Yes, I am a long way from home, and no, I won't change my mind. These are matters discussed in my homeland, and have since been revised. I need to speak to Lord Haddock concerning the changes, before he deigns to bring it to the council." She detected a presence behind her. Not close, but… Her magic seemed to be having an effect. If the quick flitting of the two other mens' eyes said anything… Good! TulkR seemed too angry to notice.
"It is the councils' task to go over the agreements! To see if they are fair, and benefit the tr…" She cut him off.
"And it is the CHIEFS' task to receive them! Before bringing them to council at all!" She was at her limit, any further…
Just then the doors burst open. As did the light from outside. She heard the scraping of Freybjorns' boots on the floor. The three men stood quickly. TulkRs' chair fell over. She heard a familiar booming voice.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF RAS' IS GOIN' ON HERE?" Captain Verschtop! He must have been watching. He strode purposefully and angrily forward.
"What do ye mean! Bargin' in on this council meeting!" TulkR roared. Heinz stopped next to her, unconcerned by the other men in the room.
"Oh AYE? Is tha' what ye call this? The full council isn't even present! Aye! They had no knowledge of such a meeting! And this fool here?" He indicated Freybjorn. "Is he the barmaid? Fetchin' ye drinks?" Freybjorn glared, the Captain didn't even notice. Ansel spluttered.
"This, -this is a, a, -special council! To, to -establish a, -base, f, for -negotiations! Y, you are not allowed…" Just then, there was another commotion at the door. She saw the rest of the council. Gobber, Hoark, Spitelout, and Valka. Snotlout and Tuffnut stood in front, the latter bearing a mace nearly as big as he. Gobber sported a large axe, which was attached to his cup. Captain Verschtop continued unabated.
"This is in direct violation of the treaties and accords struck in Riedenbrooke! Signed not two years ago! By all the kingdoms from the Anglish Isles all the way to the Kaspernian Sea!" He roared. "They govern the full and proper conductance of negotiations in trade! Aye! And the fair and proper treatment of foreign agents therein!" Maybe the Captain could indeed breathe fire! He seemed truly angry now. Again Ansel spluttered.
"We, we… recognize no s, such accord!" Big mistake…
"OH AYE? Maybe ye should! Ifn' ye want a chance of dealin' wi' us! The Lady is entitled to equal representation! To the FULL council she is, Aye? I see no such for the Lady! Nor do I see the FULL council! This is a grave and serious infringement of the Ladys' rights! Not to mention, besmirchin' a Ladys' honor! Lockin' 'er in a room of dusty, dodderin' old men with no proper escort!" She heard a snicker from somewhere behind her. Indeed! She had to almost bite the inside of her mouth to prevent her own laughter! Bótolfr nervously spoke next.
"P, Perhaps, y, you should leave then…" Another mistake.
"AYE! Perhaps we should! And once King Gregory learns of this insult, he just might gather his fleet, Aye? And that of his allies, Yes? And sail his ships up here, and make a big mess o' things!" Heinz' face was red with anger. She was so giving him a promotion!
"Is that a threat SIR?" TulkR growled.
"NO SIR! THAT, -IS A FACT!" You could cut the tension with… no, you would NEED the axe that Gobber held to cut the tension in the air. She let it hang for a moment. Aaannnddd…
"Gentlemen? We will forgive this little impasse, if you will but make good on the terms I set forth at our greeting? Produce Lord Haddock, so that we may 'start over' with our relationship? Yes? Make peace with your allies, so you may show us your good faith! I will assure you that the agreement will benefit the WHOLE of the tribe, and make you the ENVY of the archipelago, yes?" How could they refuse? Now to twist the axe in their thick skulls…
"I will provide you with a copy of the accords mentioned by the good Captain. And I will continue to observe the PROPER conductance of the government here. So gentlemen, if there is nothing else, I bid you all good day!" She gave them a low, respectful, and polite curtsy, then spun on her heels, and walked out. Back straight, chin out. Heinz followed.
Upon reaching the door, she stopped and considered them all. She offered an equally deep, respectful curtsy. When she straightened, she gave them a wink, and a small smile. She strode purposefully out the door and down the steps. Heinz strode up beside her. She could hear an angry 'discussion' fading in the distance.
They had nearly reached the Chiefs' hall, when she felt a hand on her arm. A little firmer than was proper. Her anger spiked. She spun to face him as much as he spun her. If she didn't feel the need for one herself, she would give him a cold dressing down. There was anger in his eyes, but it was fading. After a few breaths' pause. The corner of his mouth curled slightly…
"GIRL… Ye are gonna be the death of me!" His smile widened slightly.
"Only if I allow it, Captain!" She gave him a small smile of her own. It would have been a serious breach, back in Arendelle. But here, it was just them. She deserved it though… He was only looking out for her. She had possibly put herself in harms' way… And, she had flown off and left him. She needed to get comfortable with the dragons though, for her plan to work. The Captain was going to have to trust her, or get a dragon of his own.
He stood dutifully outside while she fixed her hair. She was met at the bottom of the stairs by Gobber, Snotlout and Valka. She assured them she was fine thank you. Hiccup would be furious when he got back! She would have him talk to her first please! They agreed, and made their way to the Great Hall for the noon meal.
The three men were absent from the head table. She could do it. She was in her rights, -mostly, to march right up there and have them all arrested. Their lands, positions, and properties seized. These weren't her people, -yet. But it was a recognized, and sanction-able action, in her part of the world. To take power away from public servants who abused it, or used it for personal gain. No, she would talk to Hiccup first. -But- one more incident, one more toe placed out of line…
More people came up to her, offering words of welcome, or support. She caught more than a few casting angry gazes at the now-empty table at the head of the room. It seemed a lot of the Berkians, -suspected something. Good! She would talk to more people over the coming days, and gather more support for her, -THEIR Chief.
The sun was starting to touch the horizon. It was one of her favorite types of sunsets. A layer of puffy clouds were now cast in a spectacular array of purples, oranges, reds, and a few yellows. It was grand from the ground, but from her vantage point on the back of a dragon, it was more so. She wanted to stay a while longer however, her butt was sore! They had been out here for hours! But she had learned a lot.
Eret began with some basic manoeuvres, turns, climbing and diving. He demonstrated rolls and loops, and even flips and twists. She even got Biscuit to shoot fire! And he also shot some spikes at some targets. All the while, she was paying attention to how he moved. How he adjusted his flight for sudden gusts. And where he liked to be scratched for a job well done. Eret told her Biscuit lost his rider to a fishing boat accident, just before winter. She felt badly. She didn't know how she would be able to take him out once Hulda showed up. She resolved to at least visit him often.
She couldn't help noticing the flirtatious undertones in his exchanges. Whether he was actually flirting, or not, she couldn't say. She kept it strictly professional. She was out here to learn, he was out here to teach. While to be seen with him in public would probably take pressure off the family, she had to be careful. He seemed like the kind of man who would understand. But she didn't know…
Someone cleared their throat as she was taking her saddle- Her saddle… For a dragon! She still couldn't quite believe it! off of Biscuit. She turned and faced a large blond-headed man. Kind, inquisitive blue eyes. He bowed with a grace that belied his great frame.
"Lady, -Kirsten? Fishlegs Ingermann, Berks official record keeper and chief Haddocks' secretary, at your service!" She dipped politely to him.
"Master Ingermann! Well met sir! How may I help you?" His name was mentioned in many of her conversations. He was one of Hiccups' peers. -And his, -secretary? Such kind eyes…
"I just want you to know, if there's anything you need, come look me up! If you need letters drafted, tips on dragon care… Anything at all!" Eret pipped up.
"Oh yes! My Lady! Fishlegs here is quite the dragon expert! There's an ongoing debate as to who is the smartest man on Berk, Hiccup, or Master Ingermann!" He inched into her space. She was very agitated, but she couldn't let on.
"Thank you, Master Ingermann. Do you happen to know where Hic, -Lord Haddock is at the moment?" Careful Elsa! There she went again! If he noticed, he didn't show it.
"I'm sorry My Lady, not right now, but he said he would be home later. Dogsbreath needed to show him, -something…" And he didn't take Fishlegs with him? Hmmm…
"And, did… What did Lord Haddock tell you of me?"
"Well, he said… ermm, He ahhh, he said, we. should… Talk." She saw him cast a slight glare at Eret. The other man not seeming to notice, or care. There was tension, but she couldn't discern its' exact cause.
"Very well Master Ingermann! Perhaps tomorrow? I'm afraid I am a bit tired and, -sore, from riding. I wish to do nothing more than to eat and wash, then sleep." She turned and fixed Eret with a look. There was a frown there, directed at Fishlegs… He then looked at her, his features softened. He seemed to take the hint. She was distracted by the larger man.
"I'm glad He finally got taken out. He was looking so sad!" He was pouting, he obviously cared a great deal. She liked this man.
"He was a perfect gentleman!" Biscuit nudged her, and chirped happily. She offered him some vigorous scratches. He chuckled.
"But how, how did you know?" She shrugged. She really couldn't explain it herself.
"I met Toothless, before Lord Haddock left for home. We also had a dragon, -encounter on our ship about a week ago. And we got a visit from, -Sharpshot about a week before that." He nodded.
"Well! It would appear there's more to you than it seems!" He fixed her with a look, but it was brief. "If you will excuse me, I must get to my hall before my wife murders me!" He bowed. She offered a smile and a very respectful dip.
After brushing his scales a bit, she left, promising Biscuit another flight. He squawked happily. She took up her saddle, and left the caverns for the chiefs' hall. Eret trailed behind. She did thank him, and he left.
She was met by the smell of a wonderful supper. Valka had sent for it from the Hall. She was very grateful. She was sooo sore. Riding a dragon it seemed, took more muscle than riding a horse. There were a few similarities, but a horse couldn't fly, nor shoot fire, or spines!
They chatted over the meal. Valka had spoken to Fishlegs, but she couldn't say when exactly Hiccup would show up. Most likely late. She sighed, at least he would be here soon. Valka patted her arm sympathetically. She told her of her flight this afternoon. Her confidence was growing. She would need more time to get to where she was completely comfortable. Valka said she was doing wonderfully. And if they were discreet enough, Hiccup could give her some, -personal- instruction. She immediately flushed, although it was part of her plan…
She also asked after Eret. Unfortunately, she would have to keep appearances as well. It was a bitter pill to swallow. He would be seen as a "third party" to their situation. He had been told that Hiccup wanted her protected. She huffed, but in light of their situation, it made sense.
She helped Valka clean up. The older woman left, citing a couple of errands. She drug the tub out, and with a little prodding, got her water, and had it heated. She drew the curtain and sunk up to her nose in the warm water. A very eventful day, but where was Hiccup? A rush of fluttery feelings, and a knot of heat at her core surfaced as she thought of being personally, -instructed- by the Dragon Master. There were also, -negotiations- to be had as well. Oh! Oh my! -Hiccup…