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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Later, after the short break in where Dagur had a reasonable amount of time to recuperate, Ronja and he was back on horseback.

But alas, Dagur was still tired and was leaned against Ronja's chest, snoozing lightly.

She wasn't all that happy about it. Dagur wasn't exactly a light twig! And having his whole weight against her was aggravating as she attempted to focus on steering Chestnut forward along the man-made path.

But she didn't long have to put up with that certain aggravation when a new sort of occurrence happened that had her thinking the Gods had something against them both.

Dagur and her found themselves dealing with a sudden torrent of rain that felt like it had been let loose from a large barrel of water. Or a waterfall.

'' THIS is just PERFECT!'' Ronja exclaimed out loud over the whistling wind.

Dagur let forth an aggravated curse, shaking his fist at the sky, before pulling his cape-hood firmly over his head.

Ronja followed his lead by pulling her own coat-hood over her head and hunkering forward slightly to deal with the biting wind, but alas her leather coat didn't do much in keeping her dry and warm.

She felt cold and miserable as she buried her face into Dagur's shoulder.

***Wpov.***

Snotlout uttered an aggravated growling sound at this scene, and the other teens immediately gave slightly amused glances in my direction.

My cheeks blushed slightly at their attention. I hadn't even remembered myself doing that.

***Mpov.***

'' We're almost to Laketown, thank the Gods,'' Dagur breathed out, his voice and words sounding comforting to Ronja's ears.

'' Thank the Gods indeed,'' she groaned out loud, wincing at the cold rain splattering against every part of her torso.

...

After a while, the clip-clopping of the horse's hooves reached the beginnings of a wooden bridge, and Ronja stared intently at the looming silhouette of the Laketown's Gates far, far on the other side of it.

The name itself, Laketown, was easy enough to see in the way the whole Town was built entirely of wood and how it stood upon wooden pillars sunk into the bed of the lake; in the middle of the lake, and was literally surrounded on all sides by water.

A long wooden bridge connected the town to the land, ending in a guard- building, with guards watching over the entrance.

The lake was filled with ripples from the torrent of rain when it otherwise would probably have been very still without wind and rain splattering against its surface.

Large ships could be seen anchored around at the wide bay around the Town centred in the middle of the lake. Including the massive form of a very familiar ship that had fished her out of the ocean that day two weeks ago.

***Wpov***

My father gave a sharp hiss the moment that ship came into view, which suggested he wasn't happy about the people who had dropped off his daughter so far from their real destination.

*** Mpov***

For a moment Ronja wondered how it was possible for the ships to be anchored where they were, with the Town being on a lake.

But that was until she realized there must have been a water path deep enough for such large ships to pass into the bay of a lake.

As Chestnut trotted closer to the gates Ronja could spot the stern looking guards standing in front of them watching over the entrance. And two more stood on the bridge in front of the gates waiting to receive travellers entering the town.

Ronja swallowed silently.

Compared to even Dagur these men were giants. And compared to her measly height these people really were giants.

***

There was laughter from almost all people watching, but I could only groan. '' Well It's true, I'm always the smallest when near others!''

***

But thankfully despite the suspicious way the guards regarded Ronja's and Dagur's company, they let the two teenagers pass without any hassle whatsoever.

Even more surprisingly, the guards seemed to recognise who Dagur was when he lifted something into their line of view (that Ronja couldn't quite make out).

The two guards quickly, but respectfully saluted Dagur before gesturing for the small company to pass through the open gates, not even giving a second glance at the smaller figure sitting in the saddle behind the boy.

***

'' It was probably the Berserker Chief son's emblem,'' Stoick uttered in a gruff tone from where he sat and I glanced at him, nodding my head thoughtfully.

***

'' Heh, heh, heh! Being a renowned visitor to Laketown has its advantages,'' Dagur chuckled out once out of earshot of the guardsmen.

Ronja chuckled a bit nervously at his words and swept her eyes in all directions as Chestnut trotted along the wide main road that went around in a wide circle.

A Market-place was situated here, with different shops situated in quite comfortable lengths from one another.

Some shops were open, but there were hardly any people to be seen outside in the fresh air, which was kind of expected with the pounding rain that only seemed to have gotten worse from what it had been earlier.

Much to both Dagur's and her consternation they had to deal with the annoyance of Inn owners trying to catch their attention and to lure them to enter their buildings as customers.

The two youngsters passed the first few Inns without acknowledging their attempts to draw them inside.

The rainstorm seemed to become ever stronger as they continued on their way, and Dagur's grey stallion was beginning to shamble more and more and his head was bent against the whipping wind and rain.

The poor soul was utterly miserable and I patted his flank lightly as Dagur lead Chestnut still forward until the shape of an old, but well-kept Inn came into view.

The front door had a large wooden sign that read ' The Inn of Four Chiefs'.

The road around it was well cleaned, albeit now soaked in puddles of fallen rainwater.

The walls of the thatched-roofed Inn were of dark log-wood. Dark purple curtains were pulled aside to let in whatever little light came through from the past-midday sun.

'' If there had been sun present at this current time,'' Ronja sighed inwardly.

'' Let's take care of Chestnut first!'' Dagur hollered over the whistling wind and drumming of raindrops against every surface.

'' Of course!'' Ronja hollered back, and Dagur led his horse through the horse-shoe shaped cobblestone road that had dozens of well-kept houses situated along the length of it.

'' This place seems like a wealthy neighbourhood,'' Ronja thought inwardly as she reached over to comfortingly pat Chestnut on the neck when he uttered a miserable neighing sound.

'' Its okay, boy, I think we're almost to the stables, '' she spoke out loud over the still present wind and rain.

Dagur flashed Ronja a slight grin and did the same.

Our actions seemed to lift Chestnut's spirits ever so slightly.

Several moments later, the road thankfully curved and at the end of it, the two teenagers found what they had been looking for all along.

The large building was made out of the same dark logwood as the Inn Ronja had noticed earlier. And just like the Inn, the outside of the Stables was well kept and cleaned from horse-droppings and other excrements.

'' The inside also looks clean and very warm, too. That's fantastic, really. Chestnut does need the best right now. He looks so miserable and bedraggled,'' Ronja thought sympathetically as Dagur lead their animal companion inside the stables where a stable boy was quick to hurry over to take the reins as soon as the older teenager had pulled his stallion to a halt.

Once Dagur had dismounted, he waited until Ronja had followed suit before handing the reins to the younger stable-boy. He then handed a large, heavy-looking golden coin to the stable-boy.

The younger boy was unable to stop grinning as he stood rooted to the spot, staring at the coin for several moments, until Dagur stomped the ground and shot the stable- boy a piercing look that warned the other to do his duty, or else...

***WPov.***

'' Wow, didn't expect Dagur to feel so much for his horse, '' Astrid pointed out.

'' I realized Dagur does care a lot for the animals he works with, even if he can outwardly have the facade of being totally out of control,'' I pointed out with a slight smirk in her direction.

'' Okay, that's something to put thought to,'' Hiccup muttered, brows furrowed slightly in thought.

***EWPov.***

'' I'm sorry, sir!'' the boy yelped before hurrying to guide Chestnut to a vacant stall where he began to remove the saddle from the horse's back.

Ronja couldn't help but grin at Dagur's reaction.

The older boy really cared for his stallion, and to be truthful, despite thinking logically that the stable-boys probably didn't earn too much over the course of the year, the illogical part of her had begun to feel somewhat irritated at the self- satisfied grin on the boy's face. Especially when he had just stood there staring at the coin for what had seemed like ages instead of immediately taking Chestnut to be looked after.

'' Thor, what an idiot!'' Dagur huffed with a glare before turning on his heels and making for the doorway of the stables, his steps brisk.

Ronja followed obediently just a few steps behind him until Dagur surprised her by grabbing hold of her hand and pulling her forward once they reached the doorway.

Ronja flinched ever so slightly. '' Is he making sure I don't come behind his back and stab him?'' she wondered with a furrowed brow.

'' Run, unless you want to stay in the cold air for an extended period of time!'' Dagur said before taking off at a sprint, pulling Ronja along with him.

Ronja instantly matched his step lest she trips over uneven surfaces and the wet cobblestones.

Thankfully they didn't have to follow the horse-shoe shaped road, as there was a wooden bridge that went over the lake below. But it was too narrow for horses to cross which explained why they had to take the long way to the stables.

'' Clever way to attract customers to their Inns,'' Ronja thought ruefully as they sprinted as fast as they could across the bridge (that felt awfully slippery beneath their booted feet).

'' So, are we going to which Inn, Dagur?'' she hollered over the still viciously whistling wind and rain. She had to keep one hand over her hood when it threatened to blow it back from her head.

'' 'The Inn of Four Chiefs'!'' Dagur hollered back shortly before grunting and cursing as more rain and wind whipped at him.

'' As if we weren't soaked already,'' Ronja thought with a wince as the pair of them dashed towards the Inn they had seen earlier as fast as their tired feet could carry them.

When they, at last, reached the door, and entered (practically slamming the door behind them), or rather barged into a vestibule lobby, Dagur finally released his hold on Ronja's wrist.

Dagur then removed his soaked cape and hung it up onto the coat- hanger on the wall where dozens of other capes, belonging to the people Inn, could be seen having put up the same way.

But Ronja dared not to remove her own coat. She was concerned that someone would end up stealing her leather jacket for their own use in something else if they didn't have the means to wear it themselves.

If that turned out to be the case then she would only have the clothes she was wearing (which wasn't much).

Dagur raised an eyebrow at her actions but seemed to decide against commenting to her about it.

Instead, he led them towards another door at the end of the hallway that probably led to the ' Heart of the Great Hall' inside the Inn.

Ronja swallowed back her nervousness when the door was opened and exhaled sharply when her senses were bombarded by the warmth and the lighting.

As well as the delicious scents of cooking meats, ale and burning pine. Yes, burning pine logs that were burning away in the centre hearth.

The sides of the Great Hall were filled with occupied and unoccupied tables and chairs that sat on elevated wooden-platforms with wooden beams running through the flooring.

The Great Hall did feel smoky, as there was no modern fireplace and chimney to blow the smoke away, but there was a hole in the roof and several on the walls of the Inn where the smoke could rise and then hopefully disappear into the open air.

For which Ronja was grateful for as she didn't want to be hacking and coughing on the smoke that would just remain suspended in the air inside the Inn.

Ronja looked around at the conveniently placed areas with heavy drapes surrounding them.

For a moment she wondered what the heavy drapes were for until she realized they must have been private alcoves where one could have private or secret conversations without having to deal with everyone's eyes regarding their every move and word.

'' Interesting, the quality of the tables and chairs and the decorations suggest a wealthy Innkeeper, and an Inn built to accommodate wealthy travellers,'' Ronja thought, her myriad shaded eyes still looking around at the Great Hall as Dagur and she walked further into the hall, dodging tables and chairs occupied with people enjoying their meals and drinks.

Until her attention was caught by the Innkeeper (who had been standing by the fire-hearth) leaving his spot and beginning to walk in Dagur's and her direction.

But right then, all of a sudden, a hand appeared from behind the heavy purple drapes of a nearby alcove to pull Dagur inside.

*** Wpov***

'' WHAT THE...? '' Hiccup yelped at the unexpected scene.

'' Who is...?'' Astrid exclaimed, wide-eyed.

'' That?'' Snotlout finished.

*** EWPov.***

Ronja shared a shocked and perplexed glance with the Innkeeper before she swiftly drew her 'puukko-knife' and dived inside the alcove after Dagur and whoever had snatched him up.

What she found once inside the alcove was something she didn't expect.

There was another boy, who was probably several years older than Dagur, holding him immobile with a hand over Dagur's mouth.

'' Let Dagur GO, or you'll find that I have a wicked aim with this blade!'' Ronja hissed out harshly at the 'man' as Dagur froze in his struggles for a moment, staring at her appearance in obvious surprise.

The 'man' scoffed at her words and opened his mouth to answer her threat when he suddenly yelped like a dog and withdrew his hand from over Dagur's mouth.

It was all Dagur needed to give his attacker a whopping, vicious elbow punch to the diagram which left the 'man' coughing and spluttering with a hand held against the punched area.

'' You forgot I have wickedly effective fighting skills, Ansson!'' Dagur chuckled out darkly as he pushed himself away and drew his own weapon from its sheath attached to his waist.

A short, broad sword that looked well kept and sharp.

Ronja swallowed slightly.

She had been threatened with only a dagger, and not the full-length sword Dagur was now brandishing at this stranger (to her).

Something which she was now profoundly grateful for as she watched the stand-off between the two older boys.

The 'man' Dagur had called 'Ansson' had swiftly pulled out his own weapon from a sheath to his back.

A large axe, it turned out to be, which also made the 'puukko-knife' in Ronja's hand look like a kitchen knife in comparison.

'' I wish I had my weapons with me,'' Ronja groaned despairingly as she continued viewing the stand-off.

***Wpov.***

''Yeah I kind of wish you had your axes or sword with you back there,'' Hiccup muttered, looking worriedly at the scene being shown on screen.

'' Yeah, having an axe is a big advantage,'' Astrid pointed out as well.

'' Or a sword, Astrid! Ronja's more into swords than axes,'' Snotlout pointed out.

'' Unless she uses the throwing axes; which I agree do work better for her than a full sized axe,'' Astrid argued, folding her arms over her chest as she and Snotlout stared at each other as if challenging the other to make another retort over weapons.

'' I think, my dear Astrid and brother Snotlout, that our friend is more into throwing daggers,'' Tuffnut cut into the staring contest, which immediately drew in a glare from both the flaxen-haired girl and the broad Viking boy.

'' I agree on the 'Nutt's' assessment on the matter. Our dear sister Ronja has certainly shown that she is very accurate in that department.'' Ruffnut added her input.

I sighed slightly, shaking my head for a moment before sharing a look with Hiccup and Fishlegs, who rolled their eyes at our four bickering friends.

I then turned to address Snotlout, Astrid, Ruffnut and Tuffnut

'' Okay, you four, since when did this become an argument over weapons?! The point is that I really didn't have many weapons with me; not with how suddenly I was brought to this world.''

'' TRUE THAT! But we cannot ignore that you know how to use daggers to your advantage. I found throwing axes, swords and daggers to be your speciality on the first day I started training you.''

The other teens and I glanced up in surprise at the outburst from Spitelout, who was looking down at me with a proud smirk.

And yet it didn't seem to be just over his own accomplishments on that day of training he discovered my weapon specialities.

***EWPov.***

'' You are the worst, Dagur the Dainty!'' Ansson spluttered out, still coughing slightly.

'' NO, YOU ARE THE WORST, ANSSON THE ABOMINABLE!'' Dagur snarled back, taking a few steps forward even as Ansson took a few steps back with his axe brandished at the younger boy.

'' Easy, easy there Dagur! I wasn't here to ambush you! I just wanted to catch you before your father found out you have returned!''

'' What's so awful about my father finding out I have returned? I'm actually glad to see him after the kind of evening I had to deal with yesterday,'' Dagur snapped, lowering his sword but not sheathing it as of yet.

Ronja followed his inadvertent lead by lowering the arm holding the 'puukko-knife' at the ready.

'' Well, Oswald is rather furious at me for having taken you to an inn and then ditching you as we were escaping. Not to mention the fact that I came back without you.''

'' Well it was your insistence that we go to the inn there in the first place! And it was you who spilt ale on that guy's tunic when you carried your second pint of strong drink and started the whole bar fight.''

'' Not that you weren't happy to join in on the madness that was started until the brawl became too heated and we both had to flee the scene,'' Ansson snorted as he lowered his own weapon (but did not sheath it).

Dagur uttered a frustrated groan as he shared a glance with Ronja who hadn't dropped her gaze from the taller Viking with auburn hair and a scraggly, short beard over his cheeks and chin. Ansson's teeth were anything but straight, and a couple of them along the sides of his jaw looked quite canine.

'' Well I'm not surprised, with the kind of dentistry in this age and world, that most Vikings have very uneven teeth. I'll probably have that same problem later on in my life,'' Ronja thought with an inward cringe.

***WPov.***

'' Speaking of dentistry, Ronja, if we do end up moving to Berk, the pair of us shall have to get used to the idea that if we get a bad tooth it'll have to get pulled out by pliers,'' my father commented with a wince.

'' And without any numbing, dad, '' I added, sharing a long-suffering look with my father even as my friends glanced at us with a bit of confusion.

***

'' Besides, Its not just me who Oswald is ready to give the whicker to the backside. It's gonna be against your backside as well, Dagur the Dainty!'' Ansson continued with a glare aimed at Dagur.

'' DON'T CALL ME THAT! WHO was the one to have the idea to even go into that Inn and wouldn't even give me the courtesy of refusing?!'' Dagur spat out venomously, eyes flashing in rage.

'' Thor almighty, is this guy Dagur's friend or his bully? Or both altogether?'' Ronja thought with a deep frown to her face as she watched the face-off between the two boys.

Ansson gave a rather cruel laugh at Dagur's words before changing the subject,'' And who is this girl who jumped into this alcove after you? Your girlfriend, Dagur?''

'' NO, a friend I met at the junction between Bree and Laketown. She helped me after I was ready to pass out on the side of the road,'' Dagur snarled back with a slight blush to his cheeks. '' I was almost speared by a crossbow arrow, Ansson! I was wounded and weak and you were nowhere to be found!''

'' I thought we separated for a reason so we wouldn't be caught together if we were captured.''

'' You could have LOOKED for me after you made sure you weren't being followed !'' Dagur howled out, a flash of either physical or mental pain flashing across his eyes.

Ronja felt a lump in her throat at the slight catch to Dagur's voice before he managed to swallow back the pain that had bled into his voice.

''HAH! The way you were able to handle yourself back there in the bar-fight I doubt you would have needed my help. But still, sorry for not coming after you.''

Dagur looked fit to explode and Ronja couldn't blame him. She could detect a certain tone to Ansson's voice that spoke of insincerity in his apology.

'' Dagur may not have been speared by that arrow but that wound wasn't a mere scratch, either!'' Ronja spat out, stepping forward to stand in front of Dagur. Her myriad shaded eyes flashed in outrage.

From the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of the slightly surprised expression that flashed across Dagur's face.

'' If you came here to just tell Dagur that his father is after both your backsides for getting in trouble at that blasted Inn, you can just LEAVE!''

Ansson glared at Ronja and opened his mouth to give what would probably have been a biting retort when an angry, somewhat hoarse sounding voice bellowed out Dagur's name.

Ansson turned pale and peeked out from between the heavy drapes of the alcove, shook his head and uttered a sharp curse.

To be continued...

End of Chapter 32

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Author's Note(s):

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