Sleeping Dragon the halls of æsir trembled

When the time was right and Gyda was given over to the will of her body and her babies, the æsir smiled down upon her. There she bore them four new warriors, four new dragons to take up shield and sword against their enemies. They would do righteous things. They would do wondrous things. Though she was not firstborn she did not come out soft and sweet. She came with a thunder, a roar all her own. Thunder fighter indeed. Her little feet lashed out at her sibling, pressing away until she had claimed a teet all her own and she took to her mother's milk greedily and readily. 

When her lone brother pressed against her she gave an indignant snort, her unseeing eyes and unhearing eyes not forced to deal with her own sounds. Her entire world right then was the warmth of her mother, and after her stomach was full, she was capable of appreciating the feeling of her siblings next to her now that she was not fighting for resources.