Chapter 1: This is Berk

Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon or any of the characters, I am simply writing about how everything would have worked out if Hiccup was a female.

Warnings: Fem!Hiccup, Male!Astrid, Fem!Fishlegs, and Fem!Toothless. Everyone else is the same gender. Also, OCs, but they have no part in the actual story.

A young blonde girl, about 5 years of age, snuggled into her bed, her bright green eyes staring intensely at her mother. The brunette woman, known as the young girl's mother, just smiled at her daughter, brushing back her bangs. The blonde giggled, hugging tight to her a small plushie as her mother kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes again, holding her hand out to her mother, who grabbed it and kissed it, chuckling as her daughter wiggled impatiently.

"My, my… You are a stubborn young girl aren't you?" The brunette said, fixing her daughter's blanket, making sure none of the cold air could reach her daughter. The young girl was susceptible to being sick, more so than any other child her age. The blonde kept squirming, pouting up at her mother and the brunette sighed, chuckling again. "You truly want to hear another story?" At her daughter's nod, the brunette stood up to grab a book, but her daughter's hand stopped her. The brunette looked down at her daughter, who shook her head. Raising an eyebrow, the mother sat on her daughter's bed, her daughter curling up around her whilst staring intently at her mother. "You want me to read you a book, don't you?" She was answered with a shake of a head. "Do you want me to tell you a story?" A nod responded, and the mother sighed. "Alright then… Hm… Oh! Have I ever told you of my family's story? About the vikings?" Her daughter shook her head, looking up at her mother with an interested face. The brunette shook her head, chuckling at her daughter. She had told this story to her older child, who loved to hear it over and over again. "Alright, I suppose you are old enough to hear this story… Hm… Let me try and remember how it went…"


Our tale begins at a place called Berk, which was twelve days north of Hopeless, a few degrees south of Freezing to Death, and solidly located on the Meridian of Misery. It seems to be a quaint village, filled with houses and farm, statues and such. As old as the village itself was, the houses and structures were always new, making the village itself strong and sturdy, perfect for villagers. There is fishing available, hunting, and for those who loved to watch the sunset and rise, well this place was for you. But it also came with a huge drawback. Now, many village often had pests in the form of mice and mosquitos, spiders and flies. But not this village, no this village was a special village. Instead of those pests, these villagers faced…

"Dragons." A young brunette, terribly dull looking and way too frail, breathed out, holding the door close from the fire that aimed at her, the fire shot from a dragon's breath. She caught her breath, having been startled awake from her, yet another, close encounter with a dragon. She yelped as she let go of the door, seeing the fire spread from the outside towards the inside. She quickly exited her house, running down the steps as she spotted her fellow villagers chasing after dragons, who kept picking up the sheep.

Most people would have left this sort of village a long time ago, but not her kind. No, this girl and her people were vikings, who ultimately had stubbornness issues. Our young protagonist was named Hiccup, an irregular name suited for an irregular girl. Why Hiccup? Well, parents believed hideous names would frighten off gnomes and trolls, who could steal your undergarments. As if their charming viking ways couldn't do so.

Hiccup dodged the older vikings, running to get to her destination. She knew she wasn't allowed to go outside, as it was a rule for a very particular reason. The vikings ignored her, or dodged her in favor of capturing or killing the dragons that flew overhead them. She ducked underneath a pair of vikings carrying a log, ducking under the log that is. She turned as she heard a thud, blinking as she saw a male viking fall down. Quickly turning, she immediately fell back as she felt the afterwaves of a blast from a dragon. A viking roared in her face, before cheekily smiling at her and saying, "morning", before quickly going to capture the dragon. Standing back up, she ran towards the main area of the village, dodging past more vikings, all who protested her, some trying to push her back. But she was every bit of stubborn as any viking and continued on her way. About to cross a road towards a set of stairs, she was quickly grabbed by the back of her undershirt, yelping as she was hoisted off her feet. A dragon by that time blew fire in the line of the road, close to burning her. She closed her eyes as she knew who it was that had grabbed her, preparing for a lecture.

"What are you doing-? What is she doing here aga-? Get back inside Hiccup!" The burly, red-headed male asked, both annoyed and worried, though the annoyment won more so. He pushed her back on the ground, urging her to go inside and away from the dragons. He sighed, looking back at the dragons that flew over head. He knew she was going to go out again, she always did, but he hoped she would at least listen for once and stay inside.

Stoik the Vast, was his name. He was the current chief of the tribe, and rumored to have popped a dragon's head clean off it's shoulders, when he was only a babe. Was it real? Who knows. Does Hiccup believe it? Yes, yes she does.

"What have we got?" Stoick asked, dusting off his hands after throwing a large crate at a dragon, distracting the dragon and weakening it. He looked at the viking he asked, who nodded and from the top of his head counted off the breeds he saw. Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks, and one Monstrous Nightmare were all breeds that Stoick encountered before, and he was not stranger as to how to kill them. "Any Night Furies?" Stoick asked, looking around. "None so far," was the reply. Stoick nodded, sighing in relief. The Night Furies were a being to reckon with, and he knew they would be difficult to capture, much less kill.

As the torches were lit up and hoisted up, the dragons were easier to see, and so more vikings ran around to capture the dragons with the bolas they held, or to simply kill them. Hiccup ran past them, into the blacksmith's shop. The blacksmith chuckled as he spotted the young girl, "Ah! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off!" He joked, working on the weapon in front of him. Hiccup laughed as she put away a mace, stretching her arms to carry the heavy weapons. "Who, me? As if! What would they do with all this raw… vikingness?" Hiccup asked, as she wheezed to carry another heavy weapon. "Well, they do need a toothpick after eating their meal, no?" Hiccup gave him a look, shaking her head as she helped him fix weapons.

This male with an attitude and interchangeable hands was known as Gobber, who was Hiccup's mentor ever since she was little. Well, much more little. He was a good man, snarky, but a good man. He cared for the young girl and knew she was trying, but he hoped she would try less.

"Fire!" Hiccup looked out the window, to see a house nearby caught on fire, a dragon having breathed fire on it."Come on, let's go!" A male voice yelled, not as deep as any older male vikings. Five teenagers, all around Hiccup's age, carried buckets of water towards the house. A tall, heavy teenage girl was the first to appear, carrying the bucket in front of her, somewhat frightened. Hiccup's mind processed her as Fishlegs, a weird name for a girl who wasn't all that bad. The next teen was a short, burly male, who Hiccup knew was her cousin Snotlout. He was arrogant and got on Hiccup's nerves with his teasing. After him, two blondes were fighting over a bucket, one female and one male. Ruffnut and Tuffnut were their names. They were troublemakers and helped her cousin in teasing her. After them came another male, a tall, lithe male who, despite not being very muscular, was in fact very strong.

"Ári…" Hiccup breathed out, her face taking on the lovestruck face common in girls with crushes. She swooned, but snapped herself out of it. "How come they have the cool job?" She asked quietly, looking around for Gobber, leaning over the window to get out. She yelped as she felt cold metal touch her back, the same metal gripping the back of her undershirt. Gobber placed her down on the floor, as she grumbled and turned to him, pleadingly. "Please Gobber! Let me go outside! I need to make my mark! Just two minutes, I can kill a dragon and everything will get better for me! I-I might even get a date!" She said, moving to leave the shop. Gobber stopped her, shaking his head as he sighed.

"Oh no no no… You have made plenty of marks, and none in the right places. You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe," Gobber reached down to pick up a bola,"you can't even throw one of these!" Quickly, the bola in Gobber's hand was grabbed by another viking, who threw it at a Gronckle to bring it down.

"Well, okay yeah, but this… this can throw it for me." Hiccup said proudly, moving towards a wooden machine. She patted it, and it opened up to shoot a bola, narrowly missing Gobber and instead hitting a viking who was waiting in line. Gobber sighed, moving towards the young teenager. " Th-that was just a mild calibration issue! In just a moment I can fi-" Gobber stopped her, holding his only hand up.

"Hiccup, if you want to fight dragons, you-you need to stop being… You need to stop all…. this." Gobber gestured to Hiccup, who scoffed and looked down at herself.

"Y-you just pointed to all of me!" Hiccup stated, giving him a look of disbelief. Gobber nodded, sighing as he gave her a sword. "Just, please listen for once Hiccup and do your work." Hiccup sighed, taking the sword to sharpen it. As she worked, she checked over at the window, where the fight was still going on. She wasn't just going to give up now. She went over what dragons were outside and processed how they would help her. A Nadder would merely get her noticed, while a Gronckle is tougher and is more likely to get her a boyfriend. However, a Zippleback was more exotic, with its two heads, she would be even more noticed. But, there was also the Monstrous Nightmare, a dragon that only the best vikings would dare to try and kill. They had this ability that allowed them to set themselves on fire…

Stoick grabbed a hammer from the other viking, glaring down at the Monstrous Nightmare as he smacked it with the hammer, seemingly effortless. But then, the dragon stopped and Stoick could hear the faint whistling sound. He looked up, forgetting about the Monstrous Nightmare in favor of the new arrival, furrowing his brows as he knew who it was.

There was only one dragon who has never been caught or killed. The dragon was the ultimate prize, the one thing that would boost Hiccup to be the best viking once she killed it. Hiccup looked up as realization hit her and who it was. She left the sword where it was and walked over to the window, looking up to search for it. It was the dragon known as the…

"Night Fury!" A viking cried out, ducking down underneath his shield, others following suite. A mysterious black figure flew overhead, shooting at the catapult that Stoick was located at. He jumped off, and the other vikings with him followed after.

Hiccup was determined, she stepped away from the window to leave the shop. 'No one has ever killed a Night Fury… That's why I'll be the first.'


Yeah, I suck at rewriting anything without making it sound like the actual movie. I hope I did Hiccup some justice and didn't stray too far from his character (knowing me I did). I suck at writing anything in general, so yeah.. Anyway, my explanation for this.

Hiccup as a girl, Astrid as a boy: Hiccup as a girl is something that interests me and personally, I feel like the movie would be a lot better if Hiccup was a girl. Nonetheless, the movie is perfect how it is too so yeah. Astrid as a boy was so I can ship them both together and I still have yet to get the knack of writing any form of slash yet :(. Then again, Astrid as a boy makes a lot of sense, mostly because of her personality in the first movie. I ship this ship in so many ways so nonetheless, I can't even anymore.

Toothless as a girl: Well, that's more so for the second movie. If you catch my drift before I rewrite the second movie as well, if I ever will rewrite it. There is one particular reason for this. Also, Toothless as a girl fits with Hiccup being a girl, like the two as boys.

Fishlegs: Honestly? It was more so for me to even these things out and because Fishlegs as a girl would be adorable in my opinion. Possibly has a crush on Tuffnut maybe? *wiggles eyebrows*

The Beginning: As for the two OCs at the beginning, they are just there as like someway to keep this somewhat interesting. If you don't like it, I can take it out.