Castiel thought for a moment maybe kissing him hadn't been such a good idea. What if she ruined the only friendship she really had? What if he never wanted to speak to her again? As she layed there on the ice she closed her eyes tightly at that thought, until she heard him say her name. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him worriedly, though the soft look on his face seemed to tell her that her worrying had been over nothing. And when he kissed her, she was possibly the happiest girl in existence. Smiling under his lips, she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.
If someone had asked her just a year ago if she would be happy in a village full of humans, she would have laughed and told them probably not. But it seemed fate, and more importantly, a certain viking boy, proved her wrong. There was no doubt in her mind that as long as Hiccup was here, Berk would forever be her home and if Hiccup wanted her with him, she would forever be his.
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Ava. That was the name of the strange viking girl who didn't really fit in. Not that people treated her badly. No, her 'father' would never allow it. Not to mention if they gave her any reason to leave then they wouldn't have their weapons as she was the one that designed them all. The only one who ever gave her trouble was her 'mother', whom she didn't even really call 'mother'. The young girl always just called her Gunilla like everyone else. She knew the woman disliked, maybe even secretly hated, her. But she never let it bother her. No, she was always too busy in the 'pit'. The pit was a dark place, hidden underground, where her father kept all the dragons they captured. There weren't many at a time. They were just used to transport their people faster. Or to use as bait for enemy dragon riders.
Her father said the world was changing. Evil people were riding these beasts and would soon attempt to take over everything. Dragon riders were bad. And they had to be stopped. That was why she made her inventions for her father. They would help get rid of the villains. Smoke balls that released black fog, stolen from the Smothering Smokebreath. Darts dipped with the venom of the Fireworm. Her own dagger which only she held, made to replicate the electricity of the Seashocker. And many more inventions that could prove deadly. Creating these things for her people was the only life she knew.
But, she wanted more. Ava was restricted to not leaving the village. She had never seen a battle. Never even been near one. She was too scrawny. The only thing she was good for was her brains. Yet, despite her weak body, she wanted to go out into this changing world her father spoke to about. She wanted to see it first hand. She wanted to have an adventure, even if it was a small one. Yet, her father never budged. He ever let her leave. She was a prisoner in her own village.
Her father left often with most of the men in the village. Usually when they did this they would come back with a few new dragons they would want her to get weaponry from. If one could say she did. No, she never went near them. She had people get them for her. She would tell them what she needed from them after observing them and they would get it for her. She never got close to the beasts. She was too frightened to. This time though, when her father left, her mother made an unusual request of her. Apparently, the man who always fed the dragons had fallen ill and they needed someone to feed the dragons. And she was telling her to.
"B.....But mother. Why not get someone else to do it. The dragons aren't too weak to attack someone like me, btu surely someone else could hold their own against--"
"Why are you always such a pain in my side! I swear if it wasn't for Einar I would have sent you away years ago. Now go do as I said or so help me I will lock you in that room of yours until Einar does return!"
And she knew the harsh woman was telling the truth. She would indeed lock her up, with no food likely either. So, with that threat, Ava slunk off, down to the pit alone, dragging a long basket of fish behind her as she entered, "Why does h always have to be that way?.....What could I have possibly done to make her hate me like this?" She sighed, "What could I have done to be so onfined for that matter. I dont want to stay here! I want to see what lies beyong the village walls! Surely it has to be more exciting than this place..."
She opened up the basket and the more she thought about it, the more she perked up with an idea that was crazy, yet inviting, "Maybe.....maybe I could leave!" She said quietly to herself, "Just for a few days of course, but....they would relize I was gone quickly. They'd probably drag me back...." She sat on the ground with a pout before perking up again, "But.....not if I fly out!" The expression changed momentary though from hay t fearful as she looked at all the dragons in their cells, chained up and shook her head, turning away from one side of the cells to grab the basket. She took some fish out of the basket, and being sure to be careful, she waited until one of the dragons she was trying to feed was turned before in a quick movement opened the cell and threw the fish in, as well as closing the cell before the dragon could react, "Heh, me ride a dragon? That's rich. I'm not even brave enough to go into one of the cells. I'm not near strong enough to control them either. They'd bit my hand of if I tried mounting one." She said quietly as she bent to grab more fish.
