Okay, so, I finished "The First Tattoo", and wanted to do something to distract myself. Thus, this was born. It's me, in Hiccup's role! Yes, I re-named all the vikings. Ugh, read, I'll explain later. ;)

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"Berk. Ten days north of hopeless... and a few degrees south of freezing-to-death. It was located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. The village was, in a word, sturdy. It was seven generations old, yet every single building was new. It had hunting, fishing, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problem? The pests. Other places had mice or mosquitoes, but Berk had..." the girl sighed, "Dragons."

Alof wasn't even shocked anymore. She opened the door, and closed it back, with a smirk on her lips.

Some giant dragon, ready to knock the door down.

It's too early for this...

She opened the door again, after hearing it go somewhere else, and ran into the still dark village.

She looked around at her surroundings, something she hardly ever did anymore.

The sky was lit up with fire, and various vikings where yelling orders to each other.

She put a hand to the back of her head, still running, to make sure her honey blond bun was still in tact. It was.

She sighed again.

"Most people would leave," she muttered, "but not us. We're vikings."

She stumbled over her booted feet.

"We have stubbornness issues..."

"Alof! What're ya doin' outside?"

"Get back in!"

"Ya shouldn't be out 'ere!"

"Up yours," she mumbled, still running.

She was wearing a deep blue tunic, with a brown belt. Over her shoulders was a rabbit fur cape, that glistened white like the snow. She had a light blue band on her head, woven of small rocks, that her father insisted she wear. And tan furred boots, with lots of dirt marks.

"What do you think y'er doin'?"

Alof hung her head, as she was picked up around the waist by Jmork the Fierce.

"Living my sad little life. You?"

"Lose the lip, missy! Get back inside!"

She was dropped, and continued running to her destination.

The forge.

"Ah, there ye are," Laurana the Loud boomed, pounding at something hot and metal. Alof didn't care what. She was a scary looking woman, with tangly blond hair, that was sloppily braided. She was almost as wide as Jmork, mainly in bust, and maybe a foot shorter. Not to mention her two missing appendages, in which both had prosthetics, one hand and one foot.

"I's beginning to worry you'd become some dragon's toothpick! There'd be far too much work for me without my minion," she joked.

"Umhm. Like they could catch me," Alof did a small curtsy.

"Get to work, missy."

"Fine, fine."

Alof un-did her cape, and tossed it onto a chair. With one hand, she grabbed her apron, and struggled to tie it on, not winning the battle..

Laurana was not amused.

"You will learn to do this one day!" she boomed, coming over and giving the girl a hand.

"One day."

Alof huffed as she grabbed a hammer off a shelf.

"Anything good?"

"Whatta you think?"

"I'm gonna be hopeful today,"

The loud woman tossed a bent sward at the girls head.

"Eeeck!" she cried, as she ducked under the incoming object.

"You where suppose to catch that..."

"You're crazy!"

"I'm training you!"

"You're crazily training me!"

"There ya go."

Alof dropped the hammer, grabbed the sward, and raced over to the window. She opened the shutters, to find about five different men with dragon breath shoving weapons at her face.

"Woah, woah, woah boys! Let a lady work!" she exclaimed, as she took the weapons into her arms.

"Don't stab yerself again!" the older lady shouted over the noise.

"I'll take that into," Alof paused to drop the metal on a table, "consideration."

She grabbed a weapon at random, and took it over to the fire to bend back into killing shape.

"How long have I been here again?" she asked sarcastically.

"'Bout eight years!"

"And why did I choose to spend my younger years doing this?"

"Ye'r father wanted ya too! Now stop blatherin' and get to WORK!"

She grabbed the semi-straightened weapon, and ran it over to the window.

Good enough for who it's for, she thought.

"Brown handled sward!" she shouted, and a pair of grubby hands snatched it up from her.

Standing on her tippy-toes, she looked over the men at the fight going on around them.

The one thing that caught her eye most though, was the group of teenagers, only a year older than her, that where on fire duty.

"Their job is so cool..."

The first one she could make out was a well built girl, with strong arms, and a fierce look on her face. Her own cousin, Sora. She had deep brown hair, and blueish eyes.

Right behind her was Tupem and Rupem. They where twins, Tupem the girl, and Rupem the boy. They both had long blond hair, that they always wore in braids. Another thing they always wore was a grimace at each other.

After Rupem was Faira. She was, in light terms, fat. She was at least four times as big as Alof, without breakfast. But then again, Alof was known for being the shortest of her age. She was also a blond, but her hair was short, and barely came to her over-sized shoulers.

And then there was Artax. He was a sight. He had shimmering blond hair that came lightly into his eyes, with a rope underneath. He was toned, strong, and by far the best known "viking in training" on Berk.

Alof sighed seeing him.

She needed a big break.

She needed for her big break to be soon.

"What did I just say?" Laurana shouted at the girl.

"No idea."

"Stop daydreaming!"

"Please let me out!"

"Not while I'm in charge."

"This could be my chance!"

"Your chance to burn down the village? You've already done that."

"Hey! I've... grown! I'm stronger! I'm smoother!"

"You can't even wield any weapons!"

"I can kinda throw knives!"

"Yeah, and you're gonna kill a dragon with a knife."

"Not my point. I can go out there, kill a dragon, and my life will get ten billion times better! I could have friends, a shot with Artax! You can't deprive me of my youth!"

"I'm not," the large lady boomed, "I'm pro-longing it! You'll think me later!"

"Look, I don't need to wield a weapon!"

"Yeah, you-"

"See, this will throw it for me!"

She pointed to machine in the corner.

"No."

"But, it work-"

She touched it, and it slung some dragon killing weapon out the window, and into one of the warriors.

"Nice goin'..."

"It works!"

"You're not athletic. You can't hit the target."

"Yes I-"

"Laurana!" a shout came into the hut.

"Duty calls! Don't you dare go out there!"

"Uh-hu."

The viking woman rushed out, and Alof prepared the machine.

"This will work."

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Okay so, here's the characters, a "who's who" if you couldn't get it on your own.

Alof; Hiccup

Jmork the Fierce; Stoik the Vast

Laurana the Loud; Gobber the Belch

Sora; Snotlout

Tupem; Ruffnut

Rupem; Tuffnut (see what I did there? Gender swap! :))

Faira; Fishlegs

Artax; Astrid

I hope that's not to crazy. Please review, and tell me if you liked it! Love you guys!

Also, I don't own Httyd! Just so ya know~

-LightIsTheKey14