A/N - I do not own How To Train Your Dragon
They found me out in the woods. Behind a pile of rocks, unconscious, and bleeding from the head. As a stranger to them in more ways than one, I was brought to the chief's house instead of the healer's hut so that the chief could keep a close eye on me. In case I, a 13 year old girl who had absolutely no idea where he was, would be a danger to the tribe. You could say whatever you wanted about Vikings, but when it came down to it, they were a protective bunch, and would do just about anything to protect their own.
Which explained the interrogation I endured when I woke up two days after being found. And the glares that followed me around whenever I left the hut. And the guard that refused to leave my side unless ordered away by the chief. It wouldn't have been so bad, except Spitelout was a creepy guy. And his son Snotlout was creepy on a completely different level, and sometimes I didn't know whether to laugh at him, or punch him.
Besides Snotlout, I only met one other kid my age. And that was Hiccup, the chief's son. You would think that someone with a father called 'Stoick the Vast' would be as equally impressive. But Hiccup was, well, Hiccup. Something the rest of the tribe liked to remind him of. He wasn't as big, muscular, or as good as the rest of the Vikings. He, in their eyes, couldn't protect the tribe, and believed in the future he would become the most useless chief in the history of Berk. That's what they called him. "Useless". I didn't believe that.
In the time it took for me to become friends with him, he had proved hundreds of times he was amazing in the forge. Creating new weapons and war machines that could be used to protect Berk from the numerous attacks it suffered. But in the tribe's eyes, if he couldn't lift the weapons, what use was he?
As the two outcasts of the tribe, it made sense we'd become friends. If only to complain about how unfair the others were. I was given a hut after two weeks of living in the chief's hut. Stoick had finally decided that I wouldn't be problem, and gave me the recently vacated hut at the nearby forests edge so that he and the rest of the tribe could keep an eye on me, but also kept me out of the way. It was small, only enough room for one person to live comfortably. But I was happy with it. It still felt weird that I was living alone at 13, but I made it work.
The only condition I was given to be allowed to live in the tribe, relatively unbothered, was that I had to help protect Berk from its pests. What pests exactly? Well, this also answers why we need so many weapons. See, most places get stuck with rats, stray cats, wild dogs, the occasional wolves or boars. But not Berk.
No. Berk got stuck with...
Dragons!