So we all know how the movie starts, well imagine they're 10 instead of 15 for this part.
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It was pre-dawn when they came, the smoke from the fires filled the skies blocking out the early morning light. Quite the ruckus could be heard as the child neared the door leading to outside. Upon opening it, it was immediately shut as a breath of fire was hurtled towards it.
"Dragons," the child panted out in slight panic.
Opening it once more and rushing out, the child headed into the dark aiming for her destination, she was startled once more as a man jumped out of the wreckage of a burning hut while welding an ax and screaming a battle cry.
"Morning!" He smiled before he continued with his cry and charge.
Coming out of her stupor, she ran once more hoping to make it to the Forge without getting killed. All the while she ignored the cries of those she passed to go inside and what not. Halfway though, she was picked up by the back of her collar like that of a kitten in its mother's jaws.
"What is she-? What are you doing out here?" The man attached to the hand that picked her up asked. Who coincidentally ended up being the chief of the village. Whatever else was said was lost on the girl as she was off running again when he set her down.
Finally reaching her destination, she was greeted by the Forge master. A big man he was, as well as a thick figure round. Had only a blondish mustache for hair on his whole head. To top it off he was missing his left hand and right foot.
"Mo'nin' lass, was wondrin when ya'd get 'ere. O most thought ye'd been hauled off!" He jested.
"Are you kidding? They wouldn't know how to handle all this raw vikingness!" She retorted before getting to work sharpening weapons, ignoring a comment on being compared to a toothpick.
A few moments later there was a crash as the building across the way collapsed unto itself. Luckily it's an occurrence that happens enough for her to not to have cut herself just then. Or worse.
"Man the fort Hiccup. They need me out there!"
"Whoa, whoa! You can't just leave me here alone! No one trusts me enough for you to do that!"
" 'S not my fault you can't lift a hammer, wield an axe, or even throw one of these!" He said picking up a Bola that someone snatched it clear out of his hand to throw it at a gronckle not two metres away.
"And that contraption you're workin' on will only make it harder for yourself. If anything just shut the shutters while I'm out. Better yet, head to the hall."
"Fine." She said just as he barreled out into the fight.
She then proceeded to close the said shutters as she saw a nightmare catch her eyes. They then ensued a staring contest, before it gave a snarl as it got pelted by a few punches to the flank. Letting loose the breathe she didn't know she was holding she closed the shutters with trembling hands before her legs gave out beneath her. Sitting there for a few seconds she waited for the second boost of adrenaline to wear off before she tried moving again lest her heart gave out on her.
"Oh Thor." She breathed before she shakily got up.
As soon as she was steady she shot out the door, and into the nightmare from earlier. Who managed to get away from the chief as well as find an extra burst of fire to get away from the net.
Hiccup just sat there, excepting her fate as she had no other alternative. Apparently the gods thought otherwise as the beasts muzzle was rammed into from the side before it could do anything but stare at her again. Everything else happened in a daze, as she came to when Stoik the chief said to put it with the others before he rounded on her. Even the 'conversation' afterwards was a blur, she just remembered it hurting her emotionally. Which is worse than the mental fear from her staring contest earlier. At least, she thinks she was afraid.
"You know," she found herself saying. "I sometimes think he looks at me then thinks, 'Excuse me Freyja, I believe you brought me the wrong offspring! I asked for an extra strapping young son with beefy arms and extra glory on the side! This 'ere! It's a talking fish bone!" She finished in her impersonation of her father.
"No, no, no. Ye've got it all wrong. It's not so much what you ye look like, it's what's inside that he can't stand." The smithy said.
"Thank you for summing that up," she said dejected before turning forward again.
"The point is, stop trying to be something you're not." Gobber said as he headed back into the village to help salvage what could be saved.
"I just wanted to be one of you guys," she whimpered.
Closing her door, she slid down until she was hugging her knees and resting her head on them.
So emotional, then again girls tend to be. From here the difference will be a landslide compared to this chapter.
Til I can steal this tablet again, ltr.