A/N: Sorry that the first one is so short, I promise it will get longer, it just had to be like this. Any way this is my first story for HtTYD, I hope you like it. Please review!

Title: Weeping Willow

Summary: Willow is a viking. A very depressed viking that lives in Berk. She's told shes beautiful. That shes talented. The best singer in the village. But she knows better, she believes she was cursed when she was born because of her mothers foolishness in naming her something pretty and not scary. SO she distances her self from everyone, everything. She finds comfort in her own blood and scars. Her fatheren roles her in training along with the rest of the kids her age doesn't help anything, it simply pushes her further into the abyss that shes created.

Rating: T

Chapter One: My Secret

I stared at the pointed knife in my right hand. It had blood on it and was slowly dripping down the blade. The gash in my left wrist was thinning down to a gentle drip. I sighed as I found the fabric I constantly was washing and reusing and placed it against the cut to stop the bleeding completely. I didn't have enough to bandage it all the time, its not like I wanted to any way. It stopped and I let the gray sleeve fall down over my wrist. I combed out my hair, it falls in layers, blonde on top black on bottom. Its natural that way to, don't ask. I pulled on the sleeveless black fur vest along with the matching boots. I silently tip toed out the door, my breath misting in the chill air. I hugged my arms around myself irritating my left wrist. I start my usual walk around the village, I just didn't want to be in the house when my dad wakes up. He wouldn't understand. The building had just begun again, the last dragon attack had happened the night before. And of course eighty percent of the village was destroyed. And we weren't even able to keep the dragons because Hiccup had let them all get away.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. There he was, just walking around like I was. But he had a purpose to his stride. He was going some where. Good for him. Just as long as I didn't have to clean it up. I sighed and made my way up to the mess hall, I was on cooking duty for the village. Lovely.

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After dinner was served I made my way home. I trekked my way down to my house. The wood door swung open before I got there though and there stood my dad. A vast man he was, six feet tall with broad shoulders, much larger than my skinny frame and five three height. A bushy black beard and untamed black hair were under his helmet. His dark eyes smiled at me.

"Willow! There you are! I have wonderful news! You'll be starting dragon training tomorrow!".

I looked up at the man who gave me life. And I pulled out my acting face.

"Really dad? I can't wait!".

He smiled at me and put his meaty hand on my shoulder. "I'm going out with Stoic to try and rid the nest. We leave later tonight. You'll be careful while I'm gone?".

I smiled at him, it pained my cheeks it was such an unnatural thing to do. "Of course daddy.".

He smiled. "I love you. I have to go get the ships ready ok?".

I nod and he leaves. The second hes gone my cheeks drop. I rub them. That hurt. Well the good news is I can delve into my dirty little secret without interruption.