It had been bothering Hiccup for the longest time.
Viggo and Ryker Grimborn had been two formidable enemies. If they had a brother, a secret brother that no one knew about, what then? To be honest, he was tired, tired of fighting people who wanted to kill him. And dragons that wanted to kill him. He wanted peace, peace between all of them. Was that too much to ask?
He was at base again, just him and Toothless, and they were scouring it overhead. If any one hunter was still here, he could probably question them. Astrid had insisted on coming, but the gnawing fear of another Grimborn brother kept biting at him, and he said he didn’t need ay help this one time.
Toothless knew he was lying, of course. The Night Fury’s ear had perked up as soon as the words left his mouth.
Under Hiccup, Toothless whined softly when he saw the base. He understood - he didn’t want to be back here again, but he had to make sure.
That was when he saw something move. Immediately, he shouted for Toothless to dive and the dragon complied, chasing the hooded man across the island. He was fast, but that wasn’t what stopped them.
The man stopped abruptly, took off the bow and arrow at his back, aimed, and fired. Completely surprised, Hiccup didn’t have enough time to swerve before it hit Toothless, and the two of them went racing towards the ground.
He heard a roar in response, and closed his eyes as they both hit the ground hard. Rolling on the rock, Hiccup groaned. The man walked up to them both, his face still covered. Hiccup stood up, enraged, taking out Inferno.
“Who are you?”
“Take a guess.”
He froze in his tracks. It wasn’t a man, it was a woman. As soon as she spoke, she stepped further, and removed the hood from her face. There was a cloak on her shoulders, not unlike the one his dad wore, and all her clothes were black, which should have made her hair harder to see, but he saw it clearly, it was a smooth brush of black dizziness that extended to her back.
She was beautiful, yes, but who was she?
“Hiccup Haddock,” she murmured softly, and then narrowed her eyes at him, “responsible for the deaths of Viggo and Ryker Grimborn.”
“And proud of it,” Hiccup lied. Maybe if he could enrage her, she would reveal something. “Who are you?”
“Poor thing. Little cutie doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into, coming here without his girlfriend to protect him. My name is Lydia.” She stood up straight, and he saw her eyes, twinkling in the night. They were terrifying and striking at the same time.
She took out another bow, although she didn’t do anything with it. “Poor, handsome boy worrying about the secret Grimborn brother.”
Hiccup gasped sharply and audibly. There was no way she knew what he had been thinking. One journal entry was the most he had ever shared about his suspicions, and that was safe on the Edge. There was absolutely no way.
“Did you ever consider,” she cooed, and he could swear he saw her eyes flash, “that Viggo’s secret brother might just be Viggo’s secret sister?”
And with that, she put the arrow in, aimed, and before Hiccup could tell what was happening, there was an arrow flying towards him and he knew no more.