Captured by the Dragon Rider

Merida the Scottish princess is to be betrothed to the only son of the clan Dingwall. However, before the wedding her cousin, Astrid, comes to visit with her betrothed Hiccup. Hiccup is the famous Dragon Rider of his people the Vikings of Berk. With only three weeks until the wedding Merida is now unsure of her decision, will she marry Wee Dingwall, or will this handsome Rider capture her heart?


8. Traditions

All morning long Merida spent the day picking out flowers and decorations and other wedding "necessities"

"I dun even like jewels why do we have to have them?" Merida asked annoyed.

"Because they are pretty and they are tradition."

"It is my wedding after all. What if I dun't want them?"

"Shush now, it is tradition. Now Maudie only the emeralds the rubies the-"

Merida zoned off as she began picking flowers off an arrangement. Traditions was all that was ever talked about now a days. And now with the arrival of the nontraditional cousins no one could pass so much as a wall with out explain why it was tradition that the wall was a certain color. It was driving her mad, she just wanted the blasted day to be over with. She watched as every servant in the castle bustled around and shouted about. Merida saw her mother was distracted and would be for a few hours and made her escape and headed towards the kitchens. As she made her way to the back door she saw her three younger brothers snatching up the desserts for that nights dinner.

"Oi boys! Jus' what do you think yer doing?" Merida said in mock anger.

"Aye Merida, you gave us a fright thought you were Maudie....or worse mum." Haymish said clutching his heart.

"Pfft, no however, I am going out for a bit of fresh air,  but you can;t say anythin' you never saw me."

"Deal," Haymish agreed and went back to stuffing sweets in his tunic.

"Oh Merida, some lad came by and asked Gretta to give this to you, knowing her she left it on the table while she cut the chickens." Hubert said his mouth full of candied fruits.

He handed her a wethered parchment envelope and went back to stuffing his face. Merida flipped the envelope over to see the symbol of the clan Dingwall on the seal. Tearing into it she sat on the stool closest to her and began to read.

"Dearest Merida,

As it is due to such current events it seems the wedding is to be moved ahead and my clan and I will be arriving the day after tomorrow. I apologize for the shortest notice but there is nothing I can do at this time. I shall see you soon then, most likely by the time you do receive this letter I'll be close to arriving.


Wee Dingwall.

As she set down the letter Merida began to think of her dream again.

"Are you alright Merida?" her brother Harris asked snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Yes, I'm fine I'll jus' be going now then." she said hurriedly.

Merida didn't even bother bringing Angus out from the stables. If the dragons were out she didn't want the easily frightened animal to toss her off. She took off to the woods with her spare bow and ran. It wasn't long until she reached the meadow where she'd first met the dragon rider. A teeny little part of her had secretly hoped he would have been near by. She cursed herself for thinking these thoughts. What was she doing? She was to be married in less than a few days and here she was waiting for another man to pop out of no where. It was obvious Wee Dingwall had strong feelings for her, but did she feel that same? She did at one point, but that was so far now it seemed. Merida refused to think of both boys as she went back to the castle to tell her mother the news of her future husbands unexpected arrival. As she entered there was mass chaos in the kitchen. The cooks were running around trying to figure out the meal plans and a feast at the same time.

"Traditionally goose is served." she hear one say.

"Where I am from we serve duck and potatoes."

"That's a peasants dish!" another scoffed.

Merida was sick of these traditions and sauntered off to the dining hall. Her mother was busy arguing about the linen colors so Merida casually left the letter on her mother's seat. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom and retired early missing dinner. That night Merida tossed and turned as the thoughts of the wedding day loomed about her. She pictured the traditionally wedding gown worn by every queen of DunBroch, the traditional flowers the traditional music the traditional food.

"ARGH!" Merida shouted into her pillow.

Tears threatened her eyes as she turned on her side once more to fall asleep. For once she just wanted to be sixteen again and not have to worry about weddings or traditions or vikings, she just wanted to be free again. As the tears slid down her face she heard a tiny  patter on her on her window. She turned to see several small rocks bouncing off her window. Quickly she hopped out of bed and walked to the window. Opening it she looked down to see Hiccup standing there.

"What are you doin' here?" Merida whispered harshly.

"I-I-I don't know, actually. "he addmitted.

Merida felt her lips tugging into a small smiled. At least he was being honest.

"Merida, I was wondering if you could come take a walk with me, tomorrow?"

"Well..." she hesitated. Wee Dingwall was to return tomorrow afternoon.

"It would have to be early, but alright. I shall see you tomorrow."

"Brilliant, I shall see you tomorrow then."

"Tomorrow." she agreed.

Suddenly she heard footsteps outside her door, and shooed Hiccup away. Crawling back into her bed she had no dream, just smiles.


Hiccup wandered back into the woods his head hung low. Toothless was at his side equally grim.

"Psst." a voice whispered amongst the shadows.

"Hiccup!" it screeched.

"Yes." Hiccup said sighing.

"Is she going? Is the princess going with you?" fishlegs hissed.

'Yes...unfortunately." he mumbled.

"At least Astrid will be pleased." he said uneasily.

Hiccup sighed and wandered deeper into the forest. He completed his mission and that was all he had com to do, so why now did he feel so awful? Reaching the camp grounds Astrid called him over.

"Did you do it?" she questioned.


"Good, least we know you can do one thing right." she smirked as she rose for bed.

Hiccup was angry with himself for falling so low. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to be married to Astrid anymore. But as the clan's future leader, he had no choice. He wouldn't do much better than a wealthy merchant. Unless he wanted to be married to Ruffnut, the second best female warrior in Berk. But his father had made it clear, Astrid was to be his wife unless she was unwilling. Traditionally arranged marriages didn't exist in Berk-for the other citizens- for the son of the clan leader it was customary it was...tradition.

Though Heather and Fishlegs tried to cheer him up, it was of no use. He had to live with that for the rest of his life. Now he was doing her bidding in that he tricked Merida. Hiccup had never been more disgusted with himself. Merida had entrusted him and now he was turning his back on her. not only was he having to steal from her, and lie to her, tomorrow the vikings were sailing back to Berk, he would never see her again.

"Maybe it s for the best." Heather offered. "Would you wanna see someone who betrayed you?"

"Look whose talking." he hissed.

Heather looked hurt but quickly recovered. She knew what he meant, there had been tension in the past between them, but that was no longer the case.

"That was different. I wasn't stealing so that my family could keep out of the shacks."

"Stealing and lying are never the right way."

"Then why are you doing it? Because your wife said so? Sounds a lot like my dragon ate my herd."

"It was one time!" Fishlegs said aloud.

She had a point but there was nothing he could do, Tradition was the law, and he had no other option. He was going to have to marry Astrid, and lose Merida forever. There was no other choice.

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