A/N: Hi. So this idea doesn't belong to me. Purely to XxadvengerxX25 who has given my permission to write it. :)

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Berk takes heavy pride in being so cold as to remove at least one of your toes by the time you're seven. It really wasn't the ideal place to raise a child but the occupants were Vikings and Vikings are tough.

Stoick let out a soft groan as his children started to cry again. Valka opened her eyes and gave her husband a half glance before she got out of bed and walked over to the crib where her twins were laying, Hiccup's green eyes are open looking at his mother with tears.

"Shh." Valka says gently, picking up her babe and rocking him back and forth in her arms. "You're alright." She says softly and puts a finger to his lips.

Hiccup quiets and Valka purses her lips softly rings under her eyes seeming to deepen. Valka sets the child down next to his sister and turned to go back to the bed.

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Several years pass and by the time Hiccup, and his sister, Hicca were two, both parents were very tired of crying, bruises, and no sleep.

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A echoing boom rings through the air and Valka snaps her head up jerking awake as the house rumbles again. Stoick had been in the Great Hall that night, preparing another expedition to the Dragon's nest.

Valka leaps from her bed and races from the room ripping a sword from off the wall as a scream echoes through the wooden structure.

"Mommy!" Hicca yelled. Valka burst into the main room and sees Hiccup holding a small dagger out at a huge Stormcutter, Hicca behind him. Terror raises through the two's mother and she grabs Hicca in her arms shoving Hiccup behind her.

"Get back!" She commands the Stormcutter her voice shaking terribly. The dragon cocks its head to the side slightly, looking at Valka quizzingly.

The door to the house is thrown open and Stoick rushes in. "Stoick dont!" Valka yells. But the chief rushes forward. The Stormcutter growls before it leaps forward, grabbing Valka around the shoulders.

The sword is lost from the Haddock's grip as she grips her daughter tightly. "VALKA!" Stoick yells watching her disappear into the night. Hiccup lets out a scream as the house tips and Stoick grabs him charging for the door.

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Valka grips her daughter to her chest, trying not to let her slip but the dragon was knocking her off balance and the entire idea itself of being carried was ridiculous, trying to carry a child? It was seriously asking for a miracle.

With one jerk the Stormcutter made the child was tossed from Valka's arms, "HICCA!" She screeches watching her daughters descent onto Berk.

The Stormcutter pulls away from the island merging into the dragons and Valka was lost to all.

On Berk two days later, Stoick stands at the end of a cliffside, watching the burning boat for both his daughter and wife burn. Hiccup is in his arms tears running down his face even though he doesn't completely understand what's going on.

Stoic with grief, Stoick turns away from the boat, walking forward, back to his house.

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In the forest however, small little Hicca lays still, heart barely beating, small breaths escaping her lungs. A Night Fury stomps through the woods, small son next to her.

As soon as she sees the small babe, she blinks once, silver eyes staring at her, half of her horrified that the babe was left by herself the other half, glad that that's one more Viking she doesn't have to worry about.

However, the mother part of her took over and she nudges the babe rolling her several times. Her son gives a coo of confusion but the mother Night Fury pays him little mind grabbing the child in her mouth and leaping into the air.

After flying a small distance, the Night Fury sets Hicca down letting her son sniff him. The child has deep blue scales on her palms, which surprised the mother greatly.

"This is your sister." The mother says looking at her son. "Her name is, Sapphire."

Thirteen years later.

Sapphire POV

I swing through the trees, my hands barely touching the bark. I leap across a large space landing on the ground with a small thud.

I release a breath and walk forward. I have been on my own for a very long time. Over ten years, my mother abandoned me and my brother was taken by the queen. A little after that.

I pull my hair from my face, quickly scaling a tree looking for any source of food. It's been a few days since my last meal and my body highly doesn't like that idea. I frown and grab a branch leaning out and look down at the village.

Small torches are lit, patrols walking around it. I haven't felt thr need to go back, for the brief time I had my mother, she told me all Vikings are evil and would kill me on the spot. I don't look like a human anyway, scales wrap around my hands, little bits on my back.

Not like its horrible anyway, I can literally change into a dragon. I let out a breath and drop from the tree. My bare feet hit the ground with a soft thud and my dark blue nearly black hair flies in front of my face.

I give an annoyed breath before pulling it away from my eyes. I walk into the forest and glance back at the village, my heart aching softly, I want to leave, but I have no where to go, besides my brother promised he would come back for me.

I have little left to hang onto than that single strand of hope.

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