Gothel's finger's curled around the last bit of power she retained in the world, holding on with a might that would muster a whimper from Thor himself. She could not afford to loose the precious bits of vegetation held in her slender fist. She'd gotten this far and she wasn't about to loose it all now dammit!

Normally the wind blowing her hair into such an unattractive standing would be unacceptable, but then again this wasn't exactly a normal situation she was in. It wasn't every day that Gothel infiltrated a viking village in the dead of night in the hopes of stealing a lump of infant hair.

Gothel flattened herself against the charcoal neck of the creature she road as the viking village of Corona came into view. She commanded the beast to circle the village as she searched for the largest building in the village: the chief's home. Guards on constant watch patrolled the village with torches, keeping a wary eye on the very skies Gothel flew in case of a sudden attack. Luckily, Gothel had thought ahead and taken a Night Fury with her on this quest , knowing that no man would be able to spot her.

She commanded the dragon down once she'd spotted the structure she was looking for. The dragon landed with such grace that not at sound was heard of the landing, not even by Gothel. Dismounting, the turned to the beast and whispered "Stay. Stay here till I come back."

The Night Fury gave her a distrusting look and a low growl rumbled from its throat. Becoming impatient, Gothel unfisted her hand and hummed a short five-noted tune, causing the leaves in her hand to acquirer a magical golden glow.

"Stay." she whispered sternly at the dragon as she shoved the vegetation against its nose.

The dragon immediately calmed, sitting on its haunches and staying put. "Good boy." Gothel muttered.

She made her way around the house, peeking her head into every window until finding the nursery. Making sure nobody saw her, she slipped into the room and turned to the crib where a baby girl with beautiful golden hair lay sleeping. The girl's name was Rapunzel, as publicly announced by her parents before they had released a lantern into the air to commemorate their daughter's birth. Gothel approached the crib and looked down at the child with a mixture of disgust, hope, and desperation. The disgust undoubtedly explained by the origins of the infant's blond hair.

The chief's wife, despite her pregnancy, had gone to fight during a dragon raid out of a feeling of obligation to protect her village. Of course it significantly slowed her down and the inevitable accident occurred; she was poisoned by a dragon. Being so beloved by the villagers, volunteer search parties were sent out to search for the only known cure for a dragon's poison: the Dragon Flower. The flower had the power to cure any poison dragon-caused, heal any burn dragon-caused, and most importantly; calm any dragon down with the simple utterance of five little notes. Of course the villagers ended up finding the not-so-well-hidden flower and using it to successfully cure the chief's wife.

The hope and desperation were easily explained as well. Gothel, having cheated her way into immortality by use of magic had found this flower and used its petals to control dragons for hundreds of years. With the help of the flower, she even had the King Dragon under her control, making him tell the other dragons to plunder villages not only of food, but of jewels and valuables as well. However, the effects on dragons was not permanent and Gothel had to constantly re-visit the flower for a fresh batch of petals and leaves to ensure her leadership. With that being taken away from her, she was desperate, her only hope being the chance that the flower's magic had been passed on the the child born of it.

Gothel opened her fist and watched as the last of the flower's magic faded from the petals until the magical glow on the vegetation ceased. She dropped the mess into the crib and stared at her only remaining option.

Taking a deep breath, she began to hum the tune that set the flower aglow numerous times in her experience. She only hoped it would do the same for the girl. A grin cracked on Gothel's lips as she saw the girl's hair begin to light up.

Without another thought or heed, Gothel snatched the child out of the crib and ran off to the Night Fury who flew away with both of them, bound for Dragon' Nest Island.

Some years later

Deep in the towering volcano on Dragon's Nest Island, there was a tower built into the inner rock walls of the volcano. Rapunzel, now age fifteen, leaned out of one of the windows of the structure, gazing in wonder as all the dragons congregated to stow the spoils of their recent plunders. Despite the numerous occasions on which she witnessed such massive congregations, she never failed to be awe struck by the sight of the dragons. One could speculate that it had something to do with Rapunzel's secret, but deep-rooted desire to be free and the fact that flight represented freedom, but that would be a bit overly analytical.

She watched as half dragons dropped down their stolen fish into the awaiting gullet of the King Dragon, and the other half dropped valuables into a naturally forming platform just a few feet below the window. Rapunzel giggled as she saw one of her favorite Dragons Pascal struggling to carry some sort of stick to Rapunzel's window.

"Thanks Pascal!" she thanked the dragon, placing a hand over her heart to show him how grateful she was.

Pascal tried to send a playful salute her way, almost dropping his stick in the process.

"Here, let me see." Rapunzel said as she took the stick into her slender hands. It was roughly an inch and a half thick wooden stick, covered with an intricately pattered gold plating on one of the ends.

"You know, this would go great with my...you didn't!" Rapunzel squealed excitedly at the dragon. He nodded in a satisfied manner as if to say 'Yea, I totally did.' causing the ever effervescent girl to squeal in delight and dash off into her craft room, Pascal trailing close behind.

The craft room of the tower was the room which housed all of the tools Rapunzel needed to satisfy her many hobbies of blacksmithing, leather-working, carving, and painting among others. All of the tools were plundered goods from viking villages, however the fact that most of her belongings were stolen never seemed to phase Rapunzel.

Stick in hand, she went to her work bench and riled through the impassive pile of different leather and weapon-heads until she found what she was looking for.

"Ha!" she cried triumphantly as she connected the battle-axe head to the stick. "Perfect!"

Then, Rapunzel placed the newly crafted weapon on her wall of weapons, never to be touched again. Of course she had a thing for making weapons, but using them? What could she possibly use them on anyway?

"Rapunzel darling!" her mother's voice called, interrupting her silent musing.

"Coming mother!" she called back, running to the window to see what it is her mother wanted. Rapunzel's head popped out the window to see her mother picking through the enormous pile of valuables that the dragons had brought back for them.

"Yes?"

"Could you help me find something to match my dress in here?" Gothel requested.

"Be right down!" Rapunzel called cheerily, attaching her almost inhumanly long hair to the hook , and sliding down onto the ledge where her mother stood.

After several minutes of tedious rifling, Gothel found what she was looking for (a large golden pendant to hand on her neck) and gazed at her reflection in a mirror that one of the dragons happened to drop in the pile. This was the perfect time for Rapunzel to set her plan in motion.

"You know mother, my sixteenth birthday is coming up in less than two weeks." she began.

"Is that right? Are you sure? I could have sworn you've already had one of those." said as she looked at herself from a different angle.

"Well that's the funny thing about birthdays; they're kind of an annual thing." Rapunzel pointed out. Her mother hummed in affirmation.

"I'm turning sixteen mother, and you know, there's one thing I really want for this birthday." she informed Gothel.

"I've got it!" Gothel said, as she began rifling through the treasures. "Here you are darling! What do you think of this?" she said triumphantly as she handed Rapunzel a pocket watch she'd fished out of the pile. Rapunzel frowned.

"Well, uh, you see mother, the thing is...I actually wanted some of that pain...the one made from the shells you once brought be from the shores of the Orkney Islands?" Rapunzel asked.

"The Orkney Islands? Rapunzel, that's a three day trip by air!" Gothel cried incredulously.

"Oh, I see. Sorry, I don't want to ask for too much." Rapunzel muttered, trying her best to look devastated. Gothel fell right into Rapunzel's trap, an affectionate submissive smile forming on her lips.

"Alright darling. I'll get you those shells." She said.

"Really?!" Rapunzel squealed with feigned excitement.

"Yes."

Rapunzel packed Gothel's pack with three days of rations and a dagger, and showed her mother off, the two of them doing their rehearsed performance of I love you's. Once Rapunzel was sure her mother was gone, she diappeared into the tower to start preparations.

Well that it is. I already uploaded a chapter one before, but I didn't like it. I wrote it in a hurry and it was crap, so here's a re-written one. Hope its better.

Well, I tried. I really really did. So basically (if you didn't already catch it) instead of the magic golden flower healing people, it calms dragons, makes their fire stop, basically anything you need to help train a dragon. Aaaand Punzie's parents are the leaders of another viking village plagued by dragons called Corona. Aaaand, Gothel is the one making the dragons plunder villages aaaand, yea.

Idk why I started this. I just got really into HTTYDxTangled crossovers and there weren't many, so obviously the solution had to be "write your own!". I'm not really good at updating so...yeaaa. The next time I update (if ever) Hiccup will probably come into the story by then. Soooo...enjoy.