How To Train Your Dragon- From One World To Another

Disclaimer:

The Film 'How To Train Your Dragon', is Copyrighted by DreamWorks Animation and Distributed by Paramount Pictures. Directed by Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois and released on March 26, 2010

The DreamWorks 'Dragons' were directed by Dean Deblois and Chris Sanders and released in 2013- 2018. I only claim Copyright to my characters and some of the elements of the story that are of my own creation.

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***MS*** (movie scene)

***EMS*** (end of movie scene)

***WPov.*** (watcher's point of view)

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Chapter 31

She no longer cared if Dagur decided he was upset over her almost leaving him at the road junction. Neither could she care that the older boy could just suddenly wake up, feel vengeful and decide to slay her in her sleep.

All she wanted was to sleep.

And so, many hours before the evening set in, Ronja found herself drifting into the arms of slumber-land with a small, tired smile to her lips.

***

Ronja slept soundly through the night, only waking up in the beginnings of the morning (when it was still very dark outside) to when Dagur began to shift nearby.

She watched with half-lidded eyes as the older boy sat up, pressing a hand against his injured side with a slight grimace to his features. Then he pushed himself to his feet and made his way towards the mouth of the cave.

'' Where are you going?'' Ronja asked before he could step out, which had Dagur gasp and spin on his heels to face her.

'' I'm very thirsty, '' Dagur mumbled, his tense posture relaxing slightly when he realized it was just her who had spoken.

Ronja nodded understandingly and reached into the boy's saddlebag for the still half full clay- water bottle. She popped the cork and held it out to Dagur.

'' There is still water left in your water- bottle. I didn't use it all to patch you up.''

Dagur looked relieved over not needing to go out to find water to sate his thirst. He immediately backtracked to his original position on the ground near the smouldering remains of the fire.

Ronja sat up and moved to hand him the water- bottle before turning his attention to building back the fire that had died out.

Chink, chink, chink! Chink, chink, chink!

It took five tries with the flint and steel to get the fire started, and Ronja carefully added more dry wood and leaves to keep it from dying again.

She looked up when she heard Dagur give a yawn.

The older boy blinked tiredly as his eyelids started closing on their own accord.

Ronja gave a small smile at the sight.

When Dagur wasn't trying to kill her and didn't sport the deranged grin to his features he looked so young and boyish.

'' It's still rather dark. We will both sleep a while longer,'' Ronja said softly as she laid down herself.

Dagur nodded once and laid back down, keeping his eyes on her until they became too heavy for him to keep open.

Ronja could understand why he would have been watching her.

Dagur was wary of getting stabbed in the back by someone who at first glance may have seemed completely innocent.

And despite the noticeable advances they had made to become less threatening to each other, Ronja had herself remained wary of him following him having put a dagger against her neck.

Deciding that it would be more to her favour to put Dagur's mind at ease (despite the fact that he was already asleep) by not remaining awake, Ronja, too, closed her eyes and tried to fall back asleep.

...

It was the silence that did the job of waking Ronja up later that morning.

The disappeared sounds of Dagur's light snores had Ronja crack an eye open and peer at the older boy's sleeping area.

Ronja immediately sat up with a tired sort of groan Upon realizing that Dagur was no longer laying down on the nest of dead leaves on the other side of the campfire.

'' Has Dagur already left for Laketown? Well, he had no true reason to wait for me, but I had been hoping that he would have done something small to show he was grateful for my help. Maybe to guide me into finding a job in the town. But oh well, good riddance for him,'' Ronja thought, running a hand over her face.

She scowled in the direction of the smouldering remains of the campfire for several minutes.

'' Sigh... there will be more travelling on the schedule without a doubt, so I better get moving. But by the Gods, does my body still ache from yesterday's march on the road, '' Ronja grumbled and closed her eyes again for just a moment before sitting up.

Flinging her backpack over her shoulders she then heaved herself to her feet.

CREACKKKKK

There was a sudden awful sort of creaking sound right underneath her feet.

''Oh, I should have picked a better spot to lie down on!'' Ronja muttered helplessly as she froze with wide eyes as the floor started to sink underneath her weight. ''

She had the time to yelp before the ground collapsed completely underneath her weight.

'' Ahhh!'' Ronja screamed as she was plunged into the depths of the hole.

Thump

Scuffle, scuffle, scuffle

''AUTS! Samperin samperi (OW! Damnit damnit)!'' Ronja grimaced as she rubbed a hand over her smarting backside that would probably bruise later.

***Wpov.''

There was an explosion of laughter from everyone in the theatre, and I couldn't help but laugh alongside everyone else.

Sure the fall had been painful back then, but it had been greatly amusing to see the look on my own face as I had realized I was gonna fall through whatever had been holding the ground steady

***MS***

Ronja scrambled to her feet, an uttered groan of despair escaping from her lips. She buried her face in her hands for a moment as she caught sight of the edge of the hole some seven feet above her.

'' Well, ain't this a great way to begin the morning,'' Ronja grumbled as she stepped forward to take a firm hold of the wall of earth.

Crack

A cracking sound underneath her foot made Ronja pause before she lifted her foot off the ground where she had heard the sound and used it sweep aside dead leaves.

'' Hopefully, I didn't trod my foot sole on anything nasty, like a skull or a skeleton, '' Ronja mumbled as she pushed away more leaves.

What she did find was quite unexpected; a piece of rotten floor-board that she had broken upon stepping on it with all her weight.

There was a stone standing halfway over the floor-board; like it were a place-marker.

Ronja bit back a squeal of excitement over the find.

The floorboard was definitely man-made!

She crouched down to prize the floorboard away with her fingertips before reaching inside, finding nothing at first.

But when she dug her hand deeper inside the hole she found herself touching something that felt like a knife-sheath of hard leather and wood.

Blinking, Ronja pulled them out into the light shining from the cave opening and stared at the weapon in wonderment.

Unsheathing one of the blades she took in the oddly curved knife that's shaping reminded her of a Dragon's Claw.

Then she saw the design of a small dragon with what looked like flames around it on the hilt close to the handle.

'' Wow,'' Ronja murmured, realizing these must have been made by the tribe Dagur belonged to; she had seen the same tribal- crest stitched onto the left side of the boy's tunic.

She sheathed the knife and pulled off her backpack, opened it and stashed it inside the back pocket before plunging her hand deeper into the hole to feel all around until her fingers found something that felt like smooth wood partially buried in the earth.

Ronja's fingers curled around the object and she yanked it out into the light.

It was a small box, only the size of two of her fists but it bore the same sort of carving on the lid that Ronja had seen on the knife.

It had her heart pounding in excitement and curiosity as she rummaged around one more time.

But upon finding nothing more, Ronja put the chest inside her backpack and zipped it shut.

She then dropped a hefty amount of acorns and leaves inside the exposed hole before taking hold of the cracked plank.

She used her booted foot to break it up a bit to better fit it inside the hole before pushing more leaves and acorns to hide the evidence of a previous treasure-hide.

Lastly, she pulled the heavy stone on top.

Ronja didn't truly know what exactly had made her hide the knife and wooden chest inside her backpack when she could have just worn the founded weapon openly.

But it may have had to do with the knives and the wooden box being found hidden under the rotten wooden board.

Someone had clearly taken the effort to hide the knife and box in this hole like they were the most important of treasures.

So why didn't she just put them back? Was it because she believed the sentence ' Finders keepers' to be the right frame of mind? Was it because of curiosity? Or was it because she felt it necessary to take them for her own gain for the uncertain days ahead?

''Either way, I'm going to take them with me,'' Ronja sighed to herself as she heaved herself to her feet and scuffed more leaves over the hole.

***Wpov.***

'' Well, happy now, Astrid? There's the curiosity and sneaking around you wanted to see earlier,'' I said sarcastically, earning myself an annoyed expression from Astrid and a slightly admonishing look from my father.

I groaned quietly at that.

'' Admittedly your circumstance probably warranted you taking objects that looked like they had been stolen and then hid by someone else, though,'' My father said, shaking his head.

I glanced at him with a slight ounce of surprise; I had expected to be given a harsh lecture.

'' So I'm not entirely mad at you for taking those things for yourself, '' my father added with a slight sigh.

The others who had participated in the conversation about information finding in the Dragon Hunter ship didn't seem to see it as a necessity to enter the conversation this time but were instead focused on the large screen in front of them

Deep in thought, by the looks of it.

***MS***

Just before she had one of the biggest scares of her life...

'' YOU ALRIGHT THERE, RONJA?''

''AHHH!''

Ronja uttered a high- pitched screech (that was just as loud as the suddenly yelled question), flinched and pulled out her 'puukko'-knife from its sheath.

...

Laughter and sniggers were heard from everyone in the audience.

...

'' What in Valhalla?! DAGUR!'' Ronja screamed in outrage as she glared up to where she could see the boy's head appearing over the side of the hole.

'' Just wanted to know what was taking you so long. Guess I know now... HAH HAH HAH!''

'' I thought you had already left!'' Ronja spluttered, glaring up at the older boy as he peered down at her.

'' HAHAHAHAHA! Why did you think I'd left?'' Dagur asked as he reached down to offer her a hand up.

'' Just a thought, when I couldn't see you anywhere in the shelter,'' Ronja answered as she jammed her boots into the cracks in the wall and pulled herself far enough to grasp the boy's offered hand.

Dagur yanked her up with hardly any effort, (albeit a slight flicker of pain did run across his face), and Ronja squeaked slightly at being pulled up like she weighed nothing more than a small child.

Then she stumbled as the same kind of pain she had felt yesterday, made itself known. She moved a palm to her head as dizziness danced across her vision.

And as if to mock her further Ronja's legs decided to give way underneath her and she slumped against Dagur who grunted and caught her before she could slide to the ground.

Next thing she knew, Ronja was being pushed to a sitting position on the ground and an opened water bottle was pressed against her lips.

She greedily swallowed the water that was slowly being poured into her mouth and once the person pulled the bottle away, Ronja was beginning to feel a little more normal.

'' Well, what a great way to begin the morning,'' Ronja mumbled out weakly, opening her eyes to see Dagur staring right back at me with expressions between worry and amusement.

'' A great time to be sarcastic. Are you alright now, Ronja?'' Dagur asked her as he reached out to touch her shoulder.

'' Y-yeah, Dagur, just felt a little weak there, that's all,'' Ronja answered with a small smile.

'' If you say so, Ronja. Anyway, If you are ready then we should get going if we really mean to get to the outskirts of Laketown before midday, '' Dagur answered, still looking a tad concerned as he pulled her to her feet.

Ronja nodded, yawning a bit and running a hand over her head again. Her head still hurt despite the assurance she had made to the older boy.

As the two youngsters made their way out of the cave and towards Dagur's horse standing outside eating grass (just like he had yesterday), Ronja briefly looked back over her shoulder at the place that had been their shelter for the night.

She had felt wistful of this place since yesterday, as the rock formation had reminded her so much of the formation her family had come to call 'Corner Rock'.

***

Things happened on the journey to Laketown.

But thankfully nothing to do with a group of people bent on getting their revenge at Dagur through ambushing the both of them on the road.

That would have been the one breaking point on top of everything else that Ronja had had to learn to cope with from that moment she had found me out of familiar territory.

But one significant thing that did happen was the tentative, yet gradual companionship, that had sprouted between Dagur and the eldest daughter of Klaus and Sigrun, out of sheer necessity to try to get along and be of help to each other.

It had soon turned out that Laketown actually was way down the road from where they had begun the last leg of the journey.

And that despite the cheerful mood Dagur had been on the early hours of the morning, his injury was now making itself known, again.

The motion of the trotting horse was bothering him, which was made obvious when Dagur had started squirming in his seat.

Soon, Ronja had to step in to take control of the reins as Dagur slumped in the saddle, one hand clutching his side and the other grasping onto the horse's mane.

Ronja took the reins with some hesitation, not all too comfortable with her riding skills, and because of so, put all her concentration onto keeping the horse from getting out of control (and making sure there were no ambushes coming forth from the underbrush).

She was sure Dagur had picked up on her uneasiness towards the situation, as he did not speak up to whittle a conversation out of the girl, or to make any sudden moves that could have made her break her concentration.

He was treating Ronja almost as if she were a frightened, skittish animal that would bolt at any sign of danger.

And that's exactly how Dagur had made her feel with his earlier actions.

This world her mother was born in was a mystery to Ronja, no matter how well she knew it from the stories her mother had told Sonja and her.

And it had so many potentials to become hazardous to her life.

'' Ugh... I wish the town was closer by.''

Ronja was snapped out of her own thoughts by the groan in Dagur's voice, and she turned to glance at the older boy clinging to Chestnut's mane and wincing as the horse trotted along.

Dagur's wearied and pained countenance kindled a spark of sympathy in her, as she herself was feeling rather uncomfortable from the headache that had been present since morning. And every trot of the horse was making the pain flare up.

'' Is it still very far?'' Ronja mumbled, her voice a tad tight.

'' Naw, not too far. But... can we stop and take a breather? There is a stream not far from here.''

'' Is the wound hurting badly, Dagur?'' Ronja asked him quietly, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.

'' A tad, yeah,'' Dagur allowed, his voice muttered as he leaned back in the saddle, surprising Ronja when he leaned his back against her chest.

'' A tad, huh?'' Ronja thought inwardly when she felt him tremble. Another pang of sympathy and slight guilt bubbled in her.

'' Dagur may have almost run a dagger through my throat but he is a living, breathing person and I'm not gonna transform into a bully and keep us going forward now when he is obviously in a great deal of pain,'' she thought grimly, before speaking up: '' Sure, we'll stop. On which side of the road can we find the stream?''

'' The left side,'' Dagur answered, his voice pained.

Ronja nodded and strained her hearing, trying to hear the burbling sound of a stream over the noise of clip-clopping hooves.

But it turned out she didn't have to try and find it through sound because Dagur knew exactly where it could be found. '' It's this way,'' Dagur spoke over the noise of hooves, taking hold of the reins and guiding Chestnut towards a path between the underbrush.

Ronja let him take the reins, biting her lip slightly at another sharp twinge of pain in her head.'' Ohhh... what is wrong with me?'' she groaned inwardly as she lifted a hand to her head, still focusing her eyes on the soft, earthy path that slithered in a zig-zagged way until finally, finally, she could hear the burbling of a stream ahead.

And soon the stream came into view. It was a slightly curving stream with clear, clean looking water that looked very fit for drinking.

A smile came across Ronja's face as Dagur drew Chestnut to a halt near the stream before dismounting with some effort and stumbling a little on his feet before gaining back his equilibrium.

Ronja slowly eased herself on the ground close to Dagur who was leaning against Chestnut's side (having already tied the reins around a tree) and allowed him to put his arm around her shoulder as she walked them both to the edge of the stream.

'' Gods, Dagur, what have you been eating lately?'' Ronja gasped out inwardly as she eased him carefully down on the ground.

She felt rather shocked over how heavy he actually was despite the fact that he did look like any other older teenager with his still rather thin and gangling countenance.

Ronja hadn't paid much attention to this yesterday as she had been too intent on getting him to a sheltered place so she could patch up of his bleeding wound.

''Yeah, Dagur isn't a twig for sure, but neither am I, actually. Though rather short, my shoulders and rib cage are rather wide and so are my hips. My breasts are of the normal size for my age which probably adds to the image that my rib cage is wide,'' Ronja thought, rolling her eyes to the heavens over her rather untimely thoughts about her own looks.

...

There were some sniggers from the Theater watchers overhearing my untimely thoughts.

I could feel my face flaming up in embarrassment at my rather girl-lish worries about my own looks being brought public to others.

'' Thanks for that, Odin, '' I thought sarcastically as my ears picked up the many voices finding amusement at my expense once again.

I glanced at my father from the corner of my eye when I could hear no laughter from him; I frowned a bit.

He had looked worried for my health since witnessing the scene of me practically collapsing into Dagur's arms.

...

Ronja pulled her red backpack to her front to rummage inside for her water- bottle. '' Wait here, Dagur. I'll go and grab us a drink from the stream,'' she told Dagur who nodded his head without saying a word.

''Poor guy,'' Ronja thought as Dagur laid down on his back against the soft green moss, closing his eyes against the glare of the sun.

Dagur looked so exhausted, but the furrows of his brows softened as he dozed off.

Ronja smiled slightly at his dozing form before tip-toeing over to Chestnut.

She rummaged into the saddlebag for Dagur's clay water-bottle and once she found it, she tiptoed over to the lazily moving, burbling, stream and carefully climbed down the embankment.

She almost slipped a few times on the sludgy ground but managed to make it down the embankment without an accident.

Once near the waterline, Ronja went down to her knees on the sludgy mud and dunked her whole head in the flowing water.

She sighed inwardly at how nice and cool it felt against her skin, and stayed in the position for some time, enjoying the way the water was caressing her travel-worn face.

But once she started running out of air, she came back up for it.

Ronja's face and hair were now sopping wet but, 'by the Gods, she had no care for such thoughts right then.

She gave a sigh of comfort at the now cool feeling on her skin, and the way it had effectively made her more awake than earlier that morning.

She then dunked her water bottle in the stream, pulled it out and drank the whole thing a moment later, smiling inwardly at how clean and pure the water tasted.

Ronja took a moment to smell the air (which she hadn't put much attention to until now, here in the wild), sensing how pure it was. How uncontaminated by humankind.

This land was almost completely intact, without humans tampering too much into the structure of it and robbing it of its natural riches.

It was practically almost 'Valhalla' to her at that short moment Ronja crouched there with her face lifted to the sky. It almost brought tears of delight into her eyes.

...

'' Its true, dad, the air really feels different than in the 'Future', '' I murmured to dad, who had lowered his chin on top my head, again, with a small smile on his lips.

...

A few minutes later, Ronja did manage to shake her head to the present and filled up both water-bottles up to the brim once more.

Ronja then stood up (the mud squelching under her feet) and climbed back up the embankment before heading back towards where Dagur was still splayed out on the ground.

He looked to still be in deep sleep.

Seeing this, Ronja started stomping on the ground hard as she walked closer, even kicking aside a large rock.

She had no want for the boy to be caught unawares by her sneaking up on him as some blood-thirsty, avenging bastard bent on ambushing him. Or to trigger another attack on her if she happened to startle him out of his sleep.

Her actions did the trick.

Dagur groaned as he sat up slowly, rubbing a hand across his face, and looked at Ronja in amusement as she handed him his water bottle without the lid.

'' What in Thor's name were you doing just now?''

'' Hmm... I had no want to startle you and make you think I'm someone sneaking up to ambush you. I've learned that it's common sense when you go out in the woods to find berries or mushrooms and you don't want any predators coming near you. You make a lot of noise when you walk and they won't bother you,'' Ronja coughed out with a sheepish smirk to her lips.

'' HAHAHAHAHA! Well, I'm glad you aren't a filthy ambusher, then, though you are ugly enough to be like one,'' Dagur answered with a smirk of his own, raising an eyebrow at the sight of Ronja's sopping wet hair which she was wringing between her hands to get the excess water out.

...

''WHAT?! HOW DARE HE!'' Astrid raged, but the other Teens reacted in a rather opposite way.

The twins and Snotlout almost fell over laughing at Dagur's words, while Hiccup and Fishlegs tried in vain to stifle their own laughter behind their hands.

And there was more good-natured laughter from the adults in the theatre, as well.

'' Gotta admit, I didn't much like that quip at the time, but then again I couldn't see myself without a mirror,'' I quipped but chuckled more at the reactions of the Twins and Snotlout than at my own bedraggled image.

'' You look almost wild with that sopping hairdo, Ronja,'' my father laughed, ruffling at my hair fondly.

'' Oh, stop that dad, or you're gonna make me look like that 'wild woman' on screen','' I grumbled, squirming away from the reach of his hands.

This made Snotlout and the Twins laugh even harder, and Fishlegs and Hiccup to utter another bout of sniggers. Even Astrid joined in on the amusement this time.

...

'' Ho, hoo!'' Ronja said sarcastically as she brushed tendrils of hair out of my eyes.'' I seriously hope you are joking, Dagur. What part of me makes me look like an ambusher, anyway?''

Dagur just laughed quietly at Ronja's reaction before putting the filled water-bottle to his lips and taking a long drink from it.

'' Naw I'm joking, you look just fine. You do have a rather foul tongue, but every Viking needs to curse and shout every once in a while. Without that, one isn't really a true Viking,'' he quipped as he lowered the water-bottle from his lips.

Ronja found herself laughing at the genuinely playful quip.

She had felt so alone since coming here. 

She had faced suspicion and bad-will, but perhaps she was finding a friend she could speak to about her loneliness and fears for the future.

It was slow going when it came to trusting this boy, but she was learning bit by bit.

To be continued...

End of Chapter 31

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Author's Note(s):

Hopefully, you liked this new Chapter, readers :) Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me, the Author. :)