Return to Dragon Island

It was late and the Night Fury was making good speed through the choppy waters as Hiccup slowly emerged from the cabin, his hand gently pressed against his side. He paused as the deck lurched: his sea legs were still ropey and his side hurt more than he would admit even to Astrid. Gothi had been absolutely clear when he had spoken to her: he definitely shouldn't go on the quest, which was why he had totally ignored her. But he had been troubled by his cousin's distant manner and had lain awake even as Astrid and Arild had rapidly fallen asleep, Snotlout's expression preying on his mind.

Roar was at the wheel, his steady hand keeping the ship on her familiar course and he nodded to his Captain as Hiccup hauled himself up the steps and onto the Poop deck. With a weary sigh, he lowered himself to sit on the top step and stare forward to the bow and into the misty night. Bowing forward, he clasped his hands together and reran the final moments of the battle in his mind...

The final moments of his combat with Magne, his mind an incoherent fog of emotions as he executed ultimate revenge on the man whose jealousy had destroyed his life and future...the final thrust of his sword avenging that horrific banishment and rejection...

...his mind blank. As Magne fell, he felt...nothing... He supposed he should feel satisfaction, joy even, at the death of his cousin...should feel the exultation of victory and relief at finally ending it... But it changed nothing: he was still disowned, rejected and condemned and he had spent five years effectively in Hel... And Magne's death didn't change a thing...

...Astrid's scream as her father stood over her, his sword raised to plunge into her helpless shape...Astrid who had begged forgiveness...Astrid who had rejected him...Astrid who still loved him...Astrid who had saved him...the woman he loved... So without any thought, his hand had dragged the sword from Magne's chest and flung it with lethal accuracy to spit the traitor...and he had watched the man fall, watched Astrid's beautiful blue eyes widen with shock and sorrow and gratitude...

...and he had felt the satisfaction then. A death to save a life, not avenge one already lost. A death to show he would kill for her...

...Arild running to him, his wide green gaze traumatised by the savagery of battle, his desperate need to reach his father and feel the comfort of his arms...and the brief wonder at how he ever deserved this young boy's trust and loyalty even though they had literally bumped into one another, two lonely souls offering each other trust and companionship and hope...

...the man rising above him, roaring for his revenge, swearing to avenge his son by taking Hiccup's... The stark choice-watch his son die or do the only unthinkable but unavoidable action...seeing the pistol as he turned, his legs propelling himself forward faster than the sword was plunging into his son, spinning to present his back so he could hug his son as he died...the agonising pain as the sword slammed into his flesh, the warm body pressed against him...the silent moment as they stayed as they were, he on his knees impaled by his Uncle's sword, his son protected in his arms...

...the motion of his arm, cold and deliberate as he lifted the pistol and discharged it point blank into Spitelout's chest...the torment as the sword wrenched from his flesh as the man collapsed back, dead...the horror as the boy's face scrunched in pain and he lifted his bloody hand...then went limp...

...the fear as darkness claimed him that he had failed one he loved a final time...

"Cold night," a voice said immediately behind him and he stiffened. He hadn't heard anyone approach but he had been lost in the nightmare flashback. He nodded dumbly.

"Wind's still from the east," he croaked. "Won't help Drago." Snotlout settled by him.

"You think that matters?" he asked. Hiccup's gaze focus see on the prow and he nodded.

"We need all the help we can get," he murmured.

There was an awkward silence. Stealing a glance at his cousin, Hiccup noted deep shadows under Snotlout's eyes, his face pale and drawn. He took a quick breath: no matter what the others had done, Snot was his friend.

"I'm sorry," he said hoarsely.

The silence stretched between them, but far more tense and Hiccup could sense anger swirl in the air. He remained silent, giving his cousin a chance to frame his answer. And the stark truth was that if Snotlout decided to jump him, he was in no state to resist. Finally, Snotlout turned his head to stare at him.

"I'm sorry?" he echoed tonelessly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That I regret their deaths because you cared for them," Hiccup said at length.

"Not because they were your kin?"

"They weren't." The statement was flat.

"Magne was your cousin. Dad was your Uncle!"

"And I was thrown out of the family five years ago!" Hiccup breathed, trying to suppress his own anger. "I lost everything then. All family, all friends, my right to call myself a Berkian! And, to be honest, Magne was never anything but vile to me for my entire life and Spitelout always scorned and despised me. You were the only one who treated me as anything other than a disappointment."

"So that makes it alright?" Snotlout's voice was snarky with anger now.

"I would rather not have had to fight...but he was going to kill the Governor and hand Berk to Drago," he replied softly. "He'd captured us and taken Arild. He beat him and promised to kill him!"

"So it was about revenge?"

"In the end, revenge is empty," Hiccup croaked. "It resolved nothing. It undid nothing! I ended up fighting him...because he threatened what I had to live for...Astrid and the boy. The past...is gone. My old life is irretrievably lost. And so is Berk...to me."

"And Dad?" The tone was angry, hurt, accusing...and inwardly, Hiccup cringed. Snotlout had been his parents' favourite for almost all his life and relished the pride and approval of his father. Recently, Magne had been turning his parents against the older son, culminating in Magne's assumption of all Snotlout's honours when he was denounced after he had gone to help his cousin.

"He wanted to kill Arild," Hiccup said hoarsely. "My son."

"He's not, though. He's an orphaned brat from Dragon Island!" Snotlout snapped.

"He is my son! He has no one-just like me! I-I promised to protect him...and your father wanted to murder an unarmed seven year old boy in revenge!"

"He was upset!"

"Snot...I took the blow for him...but it still went through me and stabbed him in the stomach..." Hiccup rasped, closing his eyes. "And as I knelt there, the sword still stuck into me, I feared that when I died, he would kill him anyway. So..."

"You killed him" Snotlout shouted. He flinched.

"And I know you didn't deserve to lose them both. I am sorry." The tone was soft.

"I should kill you," Snotlout ground out through his teeth.

"I know."

"I have my knife..."

"I guessed."

"You can't stop me."

"That's true. I won't stop you either."

"I have to do it."

"I assumed that was why you came on this mission," Hiccup said in a dead voice. He finally looked defeated, shoulders slumping and head sagging. Being honest with himself, he guessed this was how it would end and he silently apologised to Astrid: there had just not been enough time. "I just ask a favour in memory of our friendship: take care of Astrid and my son. Let my crew do their work and let them make Berk safe. I trust them."

"Would you do the same again?" Snotlout asked him coldly. There was a small, shamed nod.

"I became Captain Fury because everything was taken from me...and I swore to bring those who harmed me to their knees," he confessed hoarsely. "But after the Trial, it was over. I had done the damage I sought to them. If I had survived, I was gone. But then we realised Berk was in danger and we came back...to help the island that betrayed me. I didn't betray Berk. I only wanted to make the Archipelago secure for my son...and letting Berk fall was never an option."

"I never trusted Magne but I hadn't dreamed he would betray us so totally," Snotlout sighed. He rubbed his neck awkwardly and stared into the mist. "But for my Dad to suddenly side with him over me, for him to choose Magne over me...that hurt. And I will never get the chance to talk to him, to ask him why. I will never get to laugh or joke or talk with my Dad again."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that, you bastard! At least you still have your father!"

"Um...if I am a bastard, I don't have one. And though, in fact, my father is still alive...he has made it very clear that I am dead to him!" Hiccup said dully. "My chances with my father died five years ago, Snot. He adopted you as his Heir. And he will protect your mother, sister and you. He just wouldn't protect me. He never did."

"It's not the same!" Snotlout shouted at him. Hiccup flinched.

"I know," he admitted hoarsely. "There's nothing more I can say. Snot. I am sorry you suffered because you didn't deserve this. My son didn't either. The rest of us...well, the Norns have decreed our lives lead this path." He closed his eyes. "Please, make this quick."

"On your feet!" Snotlout growled, grabbing Hiccup's arm and hauling him to his feet. Swaying, his hand clamped firmly against his wounded side, Hiccup raised his ashen face, his green eyes ashamed. The larger man glared, his blue eyes meeting the resigned green gaze and he was abruptly reminded of the scrawny, auburn-haired boy who had limped in from the forest, badly beaten with a broken arm who had cringed back as Magne grabbed him and began to assault him once more. That time, he had made a choice: to protect his small cousin from being unfairly bullied and abused. This Hiccup was the same boy, just older and scarred by far harder trials and cruelties than his younger self had been forced to endure. And the Hiccup he knew wasn't cruel or ruthless...he was brave and decent. This man had punished those who hurt him without laying a finger on them, even though he had opportunities...even as he faced a slow and painful death. And he had saved Berk, protected his father and his son and rescued Astrid, just as she had saved him.

"I'm sorry, Snot," Hiccup whispered, closing his eyes. His head was lolling and he was swaying: the deck lurched and he staggered sideways. Instinctively, Snotlout grabbed him and held him before he could topple down the stairs onto the main deck.

"Hicc," he said suddenly, seeing the man grimace as his meaty hands tightened around his arms. His anger was ebbing now, faced with the beaten shape of his disowned and outlawed cousin. What choice had he? What choice had he ever been given? "I know you had no option. But he was my Dad. And I never saw that coming. I never had a chance to say goodbye to my Dad. I lost my brother as well and though he was an evil, treacherous bastard, he was my brother. Can you understand that?"

"No," Hiccup sighed hoarsely. "Mom died, remember? Never had any brothers or sisters. My cousins beat me up when I was little. Astrid was my only friend."

"And me, Hicc," Snotlout sighed, staring into the ashen face. "I-I know you did what you had to...and you saved little Arild from my Dad. He would have killed you or Arild or both. So you protected your son..." He gave a shuddering sigh. "You know...I would rather be here with you than on Berk with Magne. And Dad chose Magne...much to my shame. And even though Stoick had confirmed me as his Heir...you were always the one person I could trust, no matter how badly you were treated by your Dad. I know you never meant to kill my Dad. And Magne...had to be stopped." He gave a huge, shuddering sigh. "So...I forgive you, Hicc." Eyes snapping up, Hiccup stared at him in shock.

"You...you do...why?" he murmured.

"Shut up, you dork!" Snotlout sighed, wrapping an arm around Hiccup...and the pirate painfully wrapped an arm around around his stocky body in an awkward hug. "You're still the closest family I have!" Snotlout felt his cousin trembling and held him closer, a long, silent hug before both men pulled back.

"Thank...you..." Hiccup's voice was more hoarse than it had been and his eyes were shining but there was just the faintest smile on his face. "I...had accepted you would kill me..." Snotlout looked shocked for a moment and then nodded in acceptance of his earlier words.

"I'm not a pirate," he sighed. "I don't do vendetta. And you're right...revenge doesn't actually solve anything...it just causes more pain." He rubbed his nose thoughtfully. "And though I will always blame you for his death...because you did kill him...it was for the right reason." He paused. "I've still got your back, cuz. And I expect to be 'Uncle Snotlout' from now on to Arild..."

"Good luck with that," Hiccup admitted. "I think the twins have already got him calling you 'Snotdude'."

"Oh Gods..." Snotlout groaned, though his eyes were twinkling. And then, as they stared ahead in a much more companionable silence, a vague shape began to coalesce from the swirling mists.

"LAND AHOY!" Roar bellowed. "DRAGON ISLAND!"

oOo

The harbour of Dragon Island was unusable, sunken vessels and collapsed seastacks blocking the harbour entrance and all the moorings. The Night Fury glided easily past the wreckage as the crew stared across at the ruins of the town, seeing houses crushed by cannon fire and ruins burnt by the wildfires that followed. Everyone was silent because they all knew the town well. Arild had sneaked out of the cabin and had stared silently at the ruins, tears streaming down his face until Hiccup had grabbed him and hefted him into his arms, hugging him tight.

"D'you think they g-got out?" the boy whimpered. Hiccup glanced over at Cami and Mildew: both were shaking their heads.

"Of course," he murmured gently, stroking the boy's hair as they sailed out into the remains of the bay, leaving the shattered ruins behind them. Half the seastacks were shattered and underwater rocks littered the familiar seaways.

"Oh, this is not good," Mildew grumbled. "Our safe 'arbour is gone and 'is men massacred anyone they found. There may still be some on the island!" The pirates all shared a look: it was unlikely Drago would waste men on the desolate and ruined rocky outpost. Dragon Island was too far from the main seaways to be of strategic value: its destruction was purely to remove a threat.

"There won't be any," Hiccup said flatly, his hoarse voice stern. "Fish? Where do we need to go?"

"Dyrhaug's Caves," the First Mate said calmly. "We can moor in Freya's cove and row in." Hiccup craned his neck to look to Ruff, who was at the wheel.

"You've got the course," he rasped, nodding to her and she gave a thumb's up, then spun the wheel. "Fish-Sven and the twins will go with ashore with you. No heroics: get in, get what you need-and then come straight back. Do NOT go to the village or waste time. We have no idea where Drago is...and when he'll hit Berk."

"Yer not comin'?" Mildew sneered. Achingly, the pirate turned to his unwelcome passenger.

"Fishlegs knows what he's looking for," he said calmly. "I will only get in the way. You are, of course, welcome to accompany him!"

"Thanks, Captain," Fishlegs muttered grumpily.

"You're welcome," Hiccup whispered as Mildew nodded.

"I think I will at that!" he said snidely.

"Me, too," Cami said sharply, her eyes lingering on Hiccup's shape. Snotlout nodded.

"Guess I outta go along too...just to make sure the weapons make it to where they're meant to," he added with a wink and Hiccup tipped him a nod.

"You have your orders," he said and turned back to his cabin, the boy still snuggled in his arms. He wasn't surprised when Astrid closed the door quietly behind him, watching as he achingly set the sniffing boy on his bed. "You okay, bud?" he asked softly. Arild nodded.

"That would've been me," he realised. Dropping cautiously to his knees before the boy, Hiccup nodded silently, seeing the green eyes swim with tears. "Are you going to stop the man who did this, Dad?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," Hiccup promised. "I will stop him." There was a grim certainty in his voice that made the watching Astrid shiver, the cold tone that just occasionally hinted that there was a well of rage buried beneath the familiar exterior. The rage that had powered his extraordinary execution of a dozen of Drago's men when one of their number had hurt his son.

"I'll go with them as well," she said quietly. "One of us should...and you're not fit yet, babe. I trust Snotlout with my life...but Mildew and Camicazi..." And she shook her head. Lifting a hand to catch hers, he lifted his head, the horrible weal across his throat obvious and his emerald eyes were once again grateful.

"Take care," he advised her. "You're right not to trust them. The crew will protect you-because you are one of them-but Mildew and Cami don't know you. Pirates believes 'every man for himself and Loki take the hindmost'. Don't rely on them: I don't."

"Not even Cami?"

"Jealous?"

"I...of course not..." she said but he pulled her hand to his mouth.

"I only have eyes for you, Milady," he reminded her. "I've waited for five years with no hope but unable to love anyone because they weren't you. Do you think I'll throw my miraculous chance away now?" She pouted as he scooched round to face her. He was smirking.

"S'pose not," she mumbled. He beckoned her down and she crouched before him to allow him to kiss her very tenderly on the lips.

"Take care, Milady," he whispered. "Come safely back to me!"

oOo

He had watched the rowing boats glide away across the inky water, heading towards the black sands of Dragon Island. The cone of the volcano that towered above the village was a few miles further away and unfamiliar in this aspect and he had stared for a long time, hoping that somehow, Mildew and Cami wouldn't manage to ruin the search...and that Astrid would come back safe.

"Hello, lover!" He stiffened, his eyes widening and wondering how the Hel she had managed the switch. Bracing his arms on the rail, he achingly turned and looked at Camicazi, trying to keep his face neutral. Her pretty face was twisted in a smirk of triumph and confidence.

"Glad to see your word is as good as ever," he shot at her. "Thought you were going ashore."

"Changed my mind when I heard your bitch was going and leaving you free for me," she said shamelessly. "You look lonely: she looks frigid. I'm not and I'm here."

"And I'm not interested," he said, straightening up.

"I can see you are, honey," she said in that sultry voice. "Even battered and bruised. And you are gorgeous when you're battered and bruised. Fury-you know I'm the one you're meant to be with." She walked up to him and grabbed his leather armour, hauling him close and slamming her lips against his. His eyes snapped wide open and he struggled, eventually shoving her away.

"The one I'm meant to be with is on that boat," he snapped.

"Mildew?"

"What are you really after?" Hiccup riposted, his green eyes narrowing as she huffed at him. "You don't trust Mildew. I don't trust Mildew. So why haven't you gone to keep an eye on Mildew?"

"Why haven't you?" she snapped, circling him. Folding his arms, he gestured self-deprecatingly to himself.

"Because I'm injured and have sent my crew, my cousin and my girlfriend in my stead," he replied calmly. "You still haven't answered."

"I wanted to talk to you, lover boy, without the ice-bitch scowling at me like a cat protecting her favourite mouse!" she said, walking round to lean on the rail, her hair blowing in the breeze. Her expression was supremely confident and he recalled that she had laughed at his inexperienced efforts...initially. Afterward, there had been no laughing but a lot more serious talk that had made him uncomfortable.

"Not that far off the mark," he admitted roughly. "You knew I have only ever loved once...and that was Astrid. Is Astrid. Sorry, Cami. Now try being honest for a change. You wanted to talk with me because there is something you didn't want to say in front of the others." She posted.

"I think you're deluded..." she began but he lunged then, his hand finding her neck and bending her backwards over the rail, completely overbalanced and held from plunging into the sea only by his fierce grip. His eyes darkened as he glared at her and saw her blue eyes widen in shock. Her hands grasped for her knives but he growled in his throat.

"Touch a weapon and I'll drop you!" he barked. She forced her hand to relax, staring up into his grim face.

"So you have me at your mercy, Fury," she purred. "Are you going to have your wicked way with me?"

"Done it. Generally...disappointing!" he scorned her. "Talk, Cami. Why did you come?" He pushed her a little further backwards and she felt her seat sliding over the rail. Instinctively, she bent her knees sharply, trying to catch herself if she slid further.

"Okay. OKAY! I don't trust Viggo...or Mildew!" she shouted. "Damn it, Fury! I'm not here to hurt you! Drago is a monster and only a fool would surrender to him. His troops slaughtered the villagers like animals! What will he do to any of us if he isn't stopped?"

"So why aren't you making sure Mildew doesn't foul it up?" he growled.

"Needed to warn you," she gulped.

"Mission completed," he snapped.

"And your girl has gone with them," she shot back. "Sure she'll be...adequate..." His eyes narrowed. "C'mon, Fury. I know you well enough that you won't drop me for that crack!"

"I trust Astrid and my crew," he told her hoarsely. "They saved my life and came for me when they really didn't need to. You betrayed me to those guards on Meathead Island and I spent three days on a Meathead chain gang." Staring up into the accusing face, she gave her cocky grin and raised an eyebrow.

"You got away, didn't you?" she reminded him. Suddenly, he jerked her back up onto the deck, taking advantage of her disorientation at the abrupt change in position to press a firm kiss on her mouth.

"Just a reminder of what you gave up, Cami," he told her. "The only reason why I was with you was because you bear a strong resemblance to Astrid-nothing more. I was in love with her when I was with you." He shoved her backwards and she stumbled back to sit down hard on the deck, staring up at him in shock. "And if anything happens to her, I will hold you personally responsible-savvy?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned and limped back to his cabin, shutting the door firmly and leaving the shocked Cami staring after him.

"Gods," she murmured. "Whatever they did to him, it's unleashed a demon...and I'm not sure even Miss Perfect Astrid can keep him in check!"

oOo

They had landed safely and hiked up the lower slopes of the dormant volcano into a set of extinct passages and caves that Fishlegs's Book of Pirates highlighted as the last home and workshop of Wrinkly the Wise. Mildew, who had a staff to help him on the climb, had complained non-stop that it was far too hard for an old man and that they should be ashamed at making him undertake such severe exercise...but he had been among the first up the steep and treacherous slope. Astrid had stuck close to Snotlout...because she trusted him more than any of the others, except Fishlegs.

The First Mate had been wide-eyed with excitement that his researches had paid off when they found the cave entrance exactly where it should be and he had checked the map before leading them in to the smooth tunnel carved through the shiny black rock...until they found the little chamber and everyone had lifted their torches in wonder.

The walls were covered in diagrams, sketches and calculations, all in chalk that showed up perfectly against the black rock. There were maps and star charts, all superbly rendered. Astrid recognised the Fishermen, Karlsvagn and Kvennarvagn with the Guiding Star highlighted. She smiled, recalling stolen hours on cold nights lying in the forest by Hiccup, wrapped in a purloined fur, staring at the stars and watching the Aurora. Then she turned her attention back to the group.

Mildew was still complaining and Fishlegs was searching through his copious notes for more intelligence as Astrid quietly circled the chamber. Snotlout looked around and gave a small smirk. "For an old guy, that Wrinkly the Wise must have climbed like a mountain goat to get up here!" Tuff poked the dusty fire pit.

"No one's been here for years!" he commented in a bored voice.

"Yeah,there's nothing here!" Ruff added irritably. "Just this staff and some scrolls..." And she whacked them with the staff, which rattled and jingled from a mixture of shells and pieces of metal threaded within holes cut in the head of the staff. Astrid huffed and grabbed a scroll which had bounced away, seeing Cami's shipmate crouch down and gather up the scrolls. Fishlegs scuttled up, his eyes widening and grabbed the bundle from the unfriendly female pirate. For a moment, Astrid wondered if she was imagining the girl's furious and hateful expression at his safe retrieval of the scrolls. And then it struck her: where was Cami?

"Snotlout, have you seen Camicazi?" she hissed urgently. He blinked and thought.

"No-she wasn't on either boat," he told her and Astrid clenched her fist, almost squashing the scroll she still had in her hand.

"Son of a half-troll!" she spat. "Lying bitch. I knew she was a treacherous little..." She stopped her rant as she heard Snotlout chuckle.

"Easy," he reassured her, patting her arm. "He's only got eyes for you!" She shook her head.

"I don't trust her!" she spat. He nodded.

"I don't trust any of them...and that Viggo least of all," he agreed. "Now let's see what Fish has found before he has kittens..."

"Wrinkly was very worried about his work falling into the wrong hands so he split up his inventions and scattered them across the Archipelago." He was almost squeaking with excitement but Mildew interrupted.

"Ungrateful, I calls it!" he moaned. "'E were allowed ter stay 'ere on Dragon Island so 'e owed us them weapons!"

"He feared the Pirates getting his weapons most of all," Fishlegs read, peering at a small journal he had picked up from amid the scrolls.

"Obviously hadn't met Drago," Astrid muttered.

"No,I think he was right first time," Snotlout replied.

"BORING!" Tuffnut groaned as his sister twirled the staff. "Hey-I saw that first! It's mine!"

"Just once, it would be nice if they behaved like adults..." Fishlegs groaned as the twins tumbled over the floor, wrestling for the staff. The rattling, jingling sound echoed through the chamber eerily.

It was answered by a shattering roar.

Everyone froze and the twins looked up in shock.

"I'm pretty sure that wasn't me," Tuff said definitely.

"Nor me," Ruff added.

"Does anyone else feel the ground shaking?" Sven asked pointedly.

"Now you mention it..." Fishlegs whimpered as a crack split the floor and dust began to float down from the ceiling. Astrid stared upwards and saw the roof of the chamber begin to crack as well.

"EVERYONE GRAB WHAT YOU CAN AND RUN!" she yelled, grasping the scroll she had and Fishlegs's collar. Snotlout grasped another couple of books and the others all grabbed scrolls as they sprinted for the exit. For someone supposedly old and infirm, Mildew showed them all a clean pair of heels. Behind them, the roar sounded, louder and closer and the thud and crack of stones falling from the roof surrounded them.

The roar was closer and the stench of sulphur filled the air. The group sprinted for the door as the crunch of tortured rock became defeating, various curses and shouts drowned by the cacophony. They had barely erupted into the scree slope when the mouth of the passage exploded behind them and a grey shape became visible amid the dust and shattered volcanic stone. Snatching a glance over her shoulder, Astrid gaped as a huge head poked from the mountain, several small red eyes on the side of the bulbous snout and mouth opened and it roared again as shoulders began to barge through the solid rock like sand.

"What the 'ek is that?" Mildew screamed.

"I was about to ask the same thing!" Sven protested.

"Erm...oh Thor!" Fishlegs squeaked.

"Answer the question!" Astrid shouted.

"Dude! That is AWESOME!" Tuff whooped.

"Do you know where we are?" Fishlegs screamed hysterically.

"No way!" Ruff said in admiration.

"You don't mean?" Snotlout grunted as he hurdled a falling Boulder as Astrid stared at the monster emerging from the mountain.

"Yes. That is a DRAGON!"

A/N: Norse constellations were not named the same as we know them (which are largely based on Greek and Roman mythology.) A few names do survive and have been included above. The Fishermen correspond to Orion's Belt, Karlsvagn the Great Bear (or Big Dipper) and Kvennarvagn the Little Bear (or Little Dipper). The Guiding Star is, of course, Polaris, the Pole Star. [Source: Norse Constellations by Jonas Persson]