Triad

Thirteen: Jealous

Reaper's painted fingers lowered from her face, letting out a breath and leaning back against the heated stone for a moment to soothe her aching muscles. She sighed, standing up and rubbing the back of her neck. It felt... Annoying. Everything seemed to irritate her.

The tips of Dagur's ears turned red when he saw Reaper, able to see her toned stomach from her outfit and could only think of what he saw from before. Hiccup looked between the sheepish Dagur and the unbothered Reaper, beginning to feel a burning in his chest. No... no no no no. This can't be happening.

"So, what are you guys still doing here?" She asked as she adjusted the wristband on her forearms; making sure it was tight enough and that it wouldn't be falling off. Her hand shook lightly to check it before becoming satisfied, looking over at the group of riders. "Well?"

"Rude bitch." Astrid mumbled, Reaper leaned against her hand before cooing in a mocking tone, "And where do you think I learned that from?"

That made Astrid quickly look back at Reaper, only getting a grin in return. There was another signal that the dragons let out, Reaper tilting her head as she recognized the signal before looking back at Hiccup with a dangerous look. Walking over to easily pick him up by the collar of his armor. "You got a whole armada you're bringing?"

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

"I will start killing people that you send."

"I-I haven't sent anyone!" Hiccup yelled at her, panic in his green eyes as the new rider was tossed on the ground. The rumblehorn coming in shortly after to check on his rider, Astrid seeming surprised. "Eret?"

"Eret..." Ruffnut said dreamily, Reaper glanced over at Astrid to notice the look in her eye before glancing back at Eret. The name sounded familiar to the redhead, that wasn't a good sign...

Eret immediately searched for Astrid, a relaxed look appearing in his eyes when he noticed the blonde was okay. His eyes widened lightly at the sharpness of a blade under his throat, seeing where the blade was coming from and seeing Reaper standing there.

Looks like miss perfect isn't so perfect as Hiccup made her to be... But Reaper wasn't going to snitch, no, she was going to let the brunette find out himself. He wanted Hiccup to hurt, the same he did to her. "W-who...?"

"Eret... So that's why the name sounds so familiar." Reaper's eyes hardening, Eret swallowing nervously at hearing the voice change. Feeling the blade press closer, the small drop of red rolling down the silver surface. "You already know me Eret."

"N-no..." He panicked, suddenly feeling cold. Of course, he recognized her... How could he not... He was the only one to survive from that crew, hidden under dead bodies of his crew. He had played dead...

"Hiccup, I didn't know Berk worked with dragon trappers. Especially with you riding dragons or is that how you get your dragons, hmm?" Reaper asked, Astrid felt a rush of panic before quickly running to Eret's defense. "He's not a dragon trapper anymore!"

How quick, what a weakness. Reaper thought while tightening her jaw, already making plans on how to exploit that weakness. "But you should know, no dragon trapped lives when they step in my home."

"Don't!" Astrid yelled, grabbing her axe and hearing the reaction growl of the other dragons get set off. Eret's hands started shaking, feeling anxious that he was about to die. It was the same feeling that day...

Her eyes narrowed, watching the way he seemed to give up and pulled back her knife. Hearing him splutter to catch his breath after holding it for so long, falling to his knees and hand wiping at the small cut. Astrid walked over quickly, checking on him and placing a hand on his shoulder. Ruffnut doing the same on the other side, giving Astrid a jealous look for sitting with Eret as well.