A/N Hi. I know. I should update my other stories but I was working on Not Human when I realized, I want a story where Hiccup has a sister. And where he's not part dragon because that is exhausting.
So welcome to my fifth? Sixth maybe (I lost count a while ago) Alternate Universe. Hiccup and Hali they are twins. :) Because Hicca is overused.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Hali!
Hali POV
The kingdom of Berk is a very large one. Spreading across the Barbaric Archipelago, every island included. All are loyal to their king, Stoick the Vast, and their queen, Valka the Gentle. The capital of the large kingdom is Berk, smack in the middle of the grouped islands, twelve days north of hopeless, a few degrees south of freezing to death. Located solidly on the meridian of misery. As my twin brother Hiccup has put is several times.
The only problems to this happy fantasy land is the dragons. The large quantity of dragons that raid and kill hundreds. Stoick tries to deal with them, he really does but no one can pinpoint the dragons nest.
The palace. In a word sturdy. It's been the royal family's place of residence for seven generations but a lot of it is brand new. Scratch that, every part of it is new.
My name is Halide Hildegard Haddock of the isle of Berk. Daughter of the king and queen. I go by Hali, you try and call me Halide and I will punch you. My twin brother is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third, heir of Berk, unless they can find a replacement.
"HALI!" A voice yells and I groan softly rolling over before yelping as the bed ends. I smash into the floor and with the most dignity I can muster I sit up as the door is thrown open and the captain of the guard, Spitelout Jorgensen races in.
Tall and muscled like our Viking ancestors he looks down at me, "Your highness dragons are attacking, you must hide." He says and I grind my teeth in annoyance throwing off the bed cover and get to my feet racing across the room making no sound.
Spitelout grasps my shoulder before he starts to lead me forward. I hate this, I'm hidden like I'm some sort of prize my parents want to keep alive. Just so they can show off fair Hali again. I sit perfectly on the bar of absolutely useless, Hiccup bouncing on it. I'm not fit out for being a shield maiden like my mother, I can't sew anything to save my life, I'm hopeless with politics, and I can't lift a weapon.
Spitelout shoves me rather gruffly into the kitchen and I look back at him, "Do not leave this room." He commands before he slams the door and I can hear thr sound of his footsteps running down the hall. I would have tried, if it was empty. I've never stepped foot outside in my entire life, my parents refuse to let me and its annoying because Hiccup has free reign. He does bring me back things, grass tree branches extra. But its still infuriating. I am no prize.
"Oh welcome back, your highness." A cook greets breaking me from my thoughts. I look over at her, Ruffnut if I remember right. She and her brother had just moved into the castle as servants a little less than two weeks ago. Along with four other teens.
Giving a dip of my head, as hello I walk over to the window, laying my hand across the glass. I long to be free of the cage of the palace. "Um, you are aware your in a night gown...right?" Ruffnut asks and I look down at myself blinking in surprise. Right.
I toss my long auburn hair over my shoulder and sigh picking up my feet and sit in the window seal, I will probably be here until the battle is over. The cooks return to their work used to me ending up in here.
I lay my head on my knees sighing and close my eyes. I want this to be over. Hopefully Hiccup has had better luck succeeding on anything beyond getting tossed into a room again. Then again, knowing my twin, I doubt it. He's even scrawnier than I am, barely managing to lift weapons.
A fireball hits the palace and the walls rock causing a few people to pause. I dont look up, hiding under my long locks of hair. Hopefully, Hiccup is having better luck than I am.
Hiccup POV
I race through the halls of the palace, running towards the exit. Though completely deemed as useless to my country, I am still going to help with this raid. Well probably cause it to be tougher to fight, but at least I'm trying.
I am a terrible heir.
I manage to escape into the courtyard and race forward trying to reach the blacksmiths. The only thing I'm not totally hopeless at, blacksmithing. Hali would disagree, listing several talents and abilities I didn't know I possessed.
A dragon dives down and lights a path of fire in front of me. I skid to a stop, nearly falling backwards before a hand grasps my vest and drags me back, "Hiccup?" A voice groans and I cringe closing my eyes an sealing my lips as I place the owner, "What is he doing out aga-What are you doing out? Get inside!" The voice yells at me before releasing my vest.
I glace back at my father, no armor on, but battling dragons like it was a pair of socks that he needs to put on, rather than the death assurances dragons seem to vibe off. He's crazy. In sure mom is around here somewhere assisting with the battle.
I flip around and race forward, reaching the blacksmiths a few minutes later.
The blacksmith a man missing both his right foot and left arm looks up at me pausing to work on the sword he's building, "Oh thanks for you to join the party. Thought you'd been carried off." He says and I roll my eyes grabbing a hammer from off the ground.
"Who me? No they wouldn't know what to do with all...this." I say and flex nonexistent muscles.
"I'll be honest, I saw more muscles growing on my nose, my prince." He says and I shoot him a glare.
"Don't call me that." I command and race over to the open window, grabbing the weapons the Vikings hand me and stumble over to the fire throwing them inside. The blacksmith: A meathead with interchangeable hands is named Gobber. I've been his apprentice sense I could walk, he has the greatest name right? We in the kingdom of Sanctuary, believe strongly in naming children names that we frighten off gnomes and trolls, like our charming personalities wouldn't do that.
A explosion rings through the air and I look out the window grabbing a sword from off the ground and watch as a house explodes lighting several more on fire."FIRE!" A voice yells and imminently several people rush forward, including a small group of teens.
Fishlegs is a large boy with a small amount of blond hair tucked under a Viking based helmet throws a bucket onto the house. Snotlout is the captain of the guards son, and for some reason I think he believes it gives him the same rights as prince. He's an idiot, I am relieved I am not related to him.
Kent is a strong boy, not bulging with muscles but he has an attitude where he carries his nose high into the air. And then there's Astrid, a lower ranked shield maiden in my fathers army. It's impressive she got in at such a long age.
I lean out the window as they race past, carrying water full buckets ready to assist another house to be put out as its set on fire. I groan softly, "Oh there job way more useful." I moan and Gobber grabs the back of my shirt pulling me back into the shop. "Hey! Come on, two minutes, please! I need to make my mark!" I say and Gobber rolls his eyes releasing me.
"Oh you've made plenty of marks." He assures then pokes at my chest with his prosthetic, "All in the wrong places." Hs adds and I give a frustrated breath. How is that helping?
"Four seconds. I kill a dragon, my life will get infinitely better I might even get Hali out of the palace." I say and Gobber raises a thick blond eyebrow.
"First off, I doubt your parents would allow that still and second, you can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one of these." Gobber says and lifts up a bola. A warrior leans through the window and rips it from his grasp, throwing it out on a dragon, it goes down, landing hard.
"Okay fine." I agree backing up and put a hand onto my newest invention the Mangler, "This will throw it for me." I argue. The Mangler is set off at my touch and Gobber dives to the side as the bola is fired past him hitting a man out the forehead outside.
I cringe. Oops. Way to be a helpful prince.
Gobber turns his attention back to me, glaring, "See now this right here is what Im talking about-" Gobber starts.
"It's just a mild calibration issue-"
"No. No. Hiccup." Gobber says and I look up at him, what? "If you ever want to get out there and fight dragons for the kingdom you need to stop all this." Gobber says and points at me. I follow his hands looking up at him with disbelief, really wishing I had the company of my sister instead of him.
"You just pointed to all of me." I say and Gobber nods.
"That's it, stop being all of you." Gobber agrees and I raise and eyebrow, how does one even-Never mind.
"Ooh." I say as if I understand.
"Ooh yeah." Gobber mimics.
"You sir are playing a dangerous game, keeping this much raw...princelyness contained, there will be consequences!" I shout raising a hand at him he rolls his eyes.
"I'll take my chances. Sword sharped now, my prince." Gobber says and I shoot him a death glare as I catch the sword and head over to the grinder wheel slamming the sword onto the spinning wheel, sparks jumping off the blade.
One day, 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, they are long bird like dragons that are often bright colors but shoot deadly spikes from their tails, not the hardest but it is a dragon.
Gronckles are tough, with bee like bodies that can smash through almost anything and they fired lava. All in all, taking down one of those would definitely get me a friend and a little respect.
A Zippleback, exotic, it is a two headed generally green dragon that work together to create massive explosions. So all in all two heads, twice the danger.
And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare, only the best vikings go after those, they are long red, with ylno hind legs and large wings but, they have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.
But, the ultimate prize is the dragon no one's ever even seen.
A high pitched wail breaks me from my thoughts and I race over to the window dropping the sword as I look out it. We call it the-
"NIGHT FURY!"
"GET DOWN!"
A nearby watch tower explodes with a large purple bang as the Night Fury's whistling wings echo in my ears. That thing never steals food never shows itself and never misses. I watch as another tower explodes and lean back into the forge.
No one has ever killed a Night Fury that's why I'm going to be the first. I turn back to the sword, picking it up off the ground as Gobber switches his hammer to a battle axe twisting it into place. "Man the forge Hiccup. They need me out there." He says, turning to the door, he stops as if the thought has suddenly occurred to him, whirling around to face me.
"Stay. Put. There." He commands, then waves his hand in a I-have-no-time-for-this manner, "You know what I mean." He adds before letting out a war cry and running of to join the rest of the warriors.
I am the prince, so technically I could defy him without getting into to much trouble. I smirk and toss of my apron slipping my vest on as I grab the wheels to the Mangler and wheel it outside past all soliders waiting.
"Hiccup?"
"Where are you going?"
"Your highness come back!"
I ignore them racing forward, destination in mind. A empty ledge near the edge of the city. I reach it a few seconds alter and slam the handles down grabbing several latches and pull back the bola, getting it ready to fire in a few seconds.
And wait.
I know that the Night Fury is still there. It has to be. Hali and I are counting on this, I need to earn my place as heir, Hali has never once stepped foot outside, mother and father dont want her getting hurt. Apparently there fine with me returning home with broken bones, hard to tell which child they favor more.
"Come on," I beg silently, shoving my thoughts to the side, "Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at."
Then I hear it, the high pitched wail that the Night Fury's wings make against the wind. I tense, watching as another lookout tower is blasted to pieces by the Night Fury's blue purple light blast. The silhouette of the dragon is visible for a second at most, but that is enough, placing all my hope into this bola I pull the trigger.
The force the Mangler makes knocks me of off my feet and I tumble backwards, landing on my back. A high pitch wail fills the air as I scramble to my feet looking to see as the Night Fury's silhouette goes down in the trees, just past Raven Point. "I-I hit it?"
"YES, I hit it!" I yell and raise my hands in victory spinning around looking at the town. "Did anybody see that?" I ask excitedly, my excitement drains as I hear a crunch. I turn slowly and see a Monstrous Nightmare, raise it's claw from the crushed Mangler. I sigh.
"Except you."
A/N: FYI there is a backwards word in this.
Let me know if I should just keep this to myself or carry on.
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