Hey everyone. So this is the first chapter of my translated fanfiction. It was originally written in German but because non-german-speaking people told me they would like to read it too, I decided to translate it.

It's one of those classical sibling-AU fics that basically comes from the question: What if Hiccup had a (twin) sister? So this is my try on it.

Enjoy!


Chapter 1

This is Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless, and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death.It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery.

My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but, every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets.

The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes. We havedragons.

Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have, stubbornness issues.

My name's Hiccup. Great name, I know. But, it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that."

I was running through the village on my way to the forge, where I was helping to repair the broken weapons during raids. I was late and, naturally, I was spotted. A hand lifted me up.

„Hiccup?! What is he doing out aga-?! What are you doing out?! Get inside!"

That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes, I do."

As I started running again, I could hear the conversation between Stoick and another viking.

„What have we got?"

Starkard, the other viking answered him: „Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare."

„Any Night Furies?" „None so far." „Good."

I finally entered the forge where I was being awaited.

„Ah! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off!"

I hurried to put on my apron and started working.

„What, who me? Nah, come on! I'm waaaay too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this."

„Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?"

I heard snickering from the corner and then a brown-haired fuzzy-head appeared from a box.

„Yeah. He would be wonderful as a toothpick."

After that she vanished again and continued to rummage around the mess.

The meat-head with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Well...littler.

And the fuzzy-head? That's my twin sister Hilja. She's even lankier that me but less clumsy. And a few minutes younger than me."

I could hear Stoick giving orders outside.

„We move to the lower defenses. We'll counter-attack with the catapults."

Shortly after another house is set aflame by a dragon.

See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses."

The others noticed the flames too and the teens from the firebrigade hastened with buckets of water.

Oh, and that's Fishlegs, Snotlout, the Twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and ... Astrid."

My face must have looked very embarrassing because Hilja got a laughing fit.

„Hiccup! Pull yourself together! She's never going to like you."

I nodded. She was right. There were only two people in the whole village who liked me: Hilja and Gobber. All others were just annoyed when I was around.

Oh, their job is so much cooler."

Even though Hilja had warned me I tried to secretly leave the forge. In vain as Gobber held me back.

„Oh, come on. Let me out, please? I need to make my mark!"

„Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places!"

Hilja looked at me with pity clearly on her face. This conversation had happened a dozen times before. She was aware of my clumsiness that always hindered my plans to succeed.

I tried to convince Gobber.

„Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date."

„You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one of these!"

Gobber lifted a bola, that was snatched out of his hand by a bypassing vking who used it to shoot a dragon out of the sky.

I backed down: „Okay, fine, but this will throw it for me."

I touched an invention in the back of the forge which launged a bola and hit its mark on a viking's head.

Gobber felt his point being approved.

„See, now this right here is what I'm talking about!"

„Mild calibration issue-"

„Can I help you fix that? Hilja stopped working and joined me. I nodded shortly as Gobber continued.

„Don't you- no- Hiccup. If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all... this."

Gobber gestured vaguely in my direction. Even though I was deeply hurt by his comment I tried to hide my disappointment.

„But, you just pointed to all of me!"

Hilja, who clearly saw through my masquerade took my hand sympathetically.

„Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you!" „Ohhhh..." „Ohhhh, yes." „You sir, are playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much, raw... Viking-ness... contained? THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!"

I threateningly raised my Finger while Hilja left my side again. That's typical for her: She comes to me when I'm feeling low and stays until it gets better again. She usually doesn't talk than but I still understand her.

„I'll take my chances. Sword. Sharpen. Now."

Gobber tossed me a sword while Hilja grimaced behind his back.

While I sharpened the sword I allowed my thoughts to wander.

One day, I'll get out there. Because, killing a dragon is everything around here.

A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed.

Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend.

A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status.

At the catapult they were having some problem.

„They found the sheep!", I heard the catapult operator call, and after it Stoick's voice:

„Concentrate fire over the lower bank!"

And then, there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire."

Suddenly flames started climbing up the catapult, followed by a bright red dragon. Before anyone else could react Stoick did and attacked it. But the fight was short-lived as the dragon retreated, driven away by a whistling sound from above the clouds.

But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the-"

„NIGHT FURY! GET DOWN!"

From the clouds came a blue-colored lightning which made the catapult explode.

This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and..."

Another explosion made the burning remains of the catapult collapse. The only chance of the vikings on it was to jump for their life.

...never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first."


Okay, so this was the first chapter. Took me actually more time than I thought to translate it. The next update will either come on wednesday or on saturday. That depends on how long it will take. Have a nice week. See you next time.

P.S.: I'm sorry if there were any typos or grammatical errors in here. I didn't take the time to proof-read the chapter.