Divine

People call her shallow- maybe she is, maybe I'm off but I'm gonna try anyway.

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A divine, slender, gentle beauty….I'm more of a chop-it's-head-off-with-an-axe kinda girl. In other societies, that's unbecoming of a pretty little girl-which just makes being a Viking so much more honorable and cool.

I was the most promising pre-war Viking on Berk; sharp, fast, driven -everything going for me.

Then the Hiccup-the-Hopeless decides to be less of a freak and try actually twitching in Dragon Training. Hard as he tried, he's still a freak- Gods! When does someone just become mind-blowing great at something? A freak! Who else would hide incredible talent behind pitiful, weak blundering for fifteen winters?

Fit in, not blow in training or life; sure, welcome to the community. Show up the hardest working warrior-in-training just for giggles- not cool!

What really stings is I almost wanted something like this to happen; someone who could actually compete with me in the ring; a guy that could lead me into hell and come out bloody and stunning.

Ruffnut wasn't bad but if she'd stomp on her doofus brother hard enough to actually fight the dragons she'd be decent. Fishlegs was more than prepared in combat but his zany ideas clouded useful judgment so he's lost. Snotlout might be nice to look at once in a while but is so sad in the ring it's a disgusting waste. Nice built, zero anything else.

Hiccup should have potential, being brainy and the son of such a great warrior but just couldn't or didn't know how- which was so past sad to pathetic. He was built so thin he could be swift, if he weren't so clumsy. And despite displays of intelligence his brain focused on the wrong stuff at very wrong times..

But somewhere in him he just becomes an awesome Viking- making everyone so blissfully happy. It's so revolting I could chew fresh cut Zippleback to get the indigestion off my mind. I wanted someone to equal my stride in the next generation-I never thought that meant seeing a better fighter than myself…Mighty Thor why did you spew this on me?

I thought I'd find a skilled warrior more attractive but it being Hiccup is just not funny. Really he's not a fighter. No one else bothers to notice this but the dragons are never harmed, just tricked. Somehow he manipulates the ferocious beasts into limp, sleepy nothings! It's less messy, less fun, and (hate to think it) cleverer than anything I've ever tried. Damn him!

Listening to Ruffnut and Tuffnut gush over how dreamy Hiccup is was needling me so I left. I couldn't tell which twin was more in love with him and really didn't want to know who. A less annoyed me would've watched them beat each other til it was decided- but I'd prefer it be over weapons, beliefs or just wrong looks- never Hiccup!

Don't really know if I was heading home, I just didn't wanna be around people. Everyone gushes over the 'Terribly-Awesome' Hiccup; uggh! Why am I the only one to see how wrong this is? People are thinking it's jealousy but it's not that. Despite a few tricks I am the better competitor and that is going to be reminded to everyone very, very soon.

Then there was a funny crashing noise in the background.

I was walking past the blacksmith cabin. Gobbler was an admirable veteran, but was aged and wouldn't be up so late. Hiccup? He was liked more than ever before in our lifetimes but still went off alone. To do what? I really shouldn't want to know- I should only concentrate on my own training but can't deny curiosity of what the village's prodigal son was up to.

"Hiccup? Are you in there?" I didn't open the doors, he should come to me.

He did stumble out, and quickly shut the doors.

"Astrid Hi, Hi Astrid, Hi Astrid, Astrid Hi." All boys and some females were awkward towards me. It might've been cause I was cute, but no one was that dumb here. But Hiccup wasn't being a nervous pubescent boy, not all the way, he had an actual secret; and knew that I knew I could discover it sooner than anyone else. The back of my head was telling me it's nothing that big, but Hiccup being…Hiccup edged me.

"Normally I don't care what people do," he should know nothing derails me from my own goals. But…."But you're acting weird."

He was tugged backwards and giggled at it. The smile was wide and creepy. I stepped back from it, not scared but disturbed. Hiccup's always disturbing….but lately it was interfering in my life.

"Well, werid-er." I shrugged, still waiting for him to lessen the too-wide grin.

Instead he proves his worthiness to his freaky reputation. The something from inside the cabin pulls him back flat against the door, lifting him off him feet, then sucks him through the doors. WTF? I run to open the doors but there's nothing there! He just disappeared like he did the other day in the forest.

I look around me, hear flapping and a whoosh but see nothing. My annoyance perks to new peeks. Hiccup's magic show has stolen the minds of the village but nothing he can pull is gonna steal my thunder. Odin knows I was gonna win the right to kill the Nightmare. I'd dreamed of slicing into that terrifying monster since I was little. No one alive was going to steal that right from me.

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The Gronkle was hovering over me. All I had to do was slay this stubby, rocky little lizard and win. In two minutes I kill the dragon, my life gets normal again, I might even learn to not hate Hiccup for stealing my glory for the last few weeks.

He was a cheating weirdo but finally showed potential. I might get a reliable ally or wimpy but maybe interesting date; all depending how my celebration party goes.

I had my back to one of the wooden obstacles made for dodging. I was concentrating on my tactic of winning then noticed who else was hiding next to me.

I hadn't won yet so I there was only bile in my throat. He had enjoyed his good luck, and could enjoy watching my better skill from the sidelines. I pushed his shield down so he'd hear me just right.

"Stay outta my way," said while looking him as serious as I was hunting a way more devious opponent, still assuring how low my regard was. He was nervous- not a complete dunce.

"I'm winning this thing." I stated this pricelessly menacingly well enough.

I was fast, stealthy, and ready for the second-to-last most defining moment of my pre-war career. I knew the Gronkles' weak points (Fishlegs could spout some helpful things when coherent) and every muscle in me was anxious for chopping to start. I tightened my grip on my axe.

"This time. This time for sure!" I promised myself.

I'd be quick (I thought when running toward the Gronkle, my battle cry was at the best pitch), straight for the nerve under the left ear, the base nerves of the little wings then the boulder-like tail. It'd be used as a hammer, a token to remember starting day of the rest of my fierce career- though the hide of the Nightmare was for winter-wear (I'd look nice in leathery maroon red with those dark horns on my hood).

These cheerful thoughts were smashed when the Gronkle was stunned on the ground. ….it had its tongue hanging out, like it was just taking a nap. Hiccup stood next to it shrugging, gesturing to it like he was only looking to make things easier. But that didn't matter….I lost.

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"NO!" I'm not proud of my tantrum but in this colossal mistake in the universe I didn't care about appearance.

There was cursing, swinging aimlessly, and thirst for Hiccup-the-Hopeless's guts splattered on in this arena's ground.

GODS! I thought this was test of my tolerance but it is a plead to end Hiccup! They give him some glory before asking- no, begging me to slice him open and chop until there is nothing left! I would so enjoy crushing his skull in my hands- maybe I'd just skin his thin muscles off the bone first to hear his screams for as long as it took for justice to take.

In my rage, I still heard the cheering….for Hiccup(!) and the ungrateful twerp was scooting to leave.

"So, later." He said in his nasally voice, I really wanted to know how high that pitch went. Gobber stopped him, tugged him by the hook closer to me. Yes, it was the will of the Gods to end him….slowly…

"But I'm late for-" No, I couldn't kill him- I wanted to but there one thing biting at me more than….losing!

I held the curve of my axe to his skinny neck, "What?" I pronounced each word slowly, in rage still I thought clear, "Late for what, exactly?"

My teeth were gritting- he didn't even have pride in his eyes. He had the meek little face of a sheep….son of Stoic or not he did not deserve this honor! Gods, I should just cut his thieving hands off.

"Okay Quiet down," The Chief said deeply "the Elder has decided."

My axe lowered; there was still a ping of hope. Hiccup, rubbing his scrawny neck, might have taken down the beast but the Elder was wise enough to see a real warrior. She couldn't be fooled by trickery. I was on the left side of Gobber, he put his hook over my head.

I looked at her small, wrinkled face with respect and aspirations for this last chance at sanity. Hiccup could still live to gain my forgiveness.

The Elder shook her head

I really had lost….it was now obvious to everyone and myself….my lungs were squeezed until empty.

I felt my neck turn toward Gobber's right, where his hand pointed to a crouching Hiccup. His eyes were closed, like he was wishing my great moment wasn't happening to him.

Everyone cheered again for the disgrace. My hate for him had my fuming, I glared at him and he met it with just the right amount of fear. Not really a sheep about to be slaughtered, a boy very aware of the pissed of female one step away from ripping his freaky green eyes out of the sockets.

He was lifted up, and cheered by the others- those were my cheers! The moment he was unrightfully getting belonged to me! I haven't the slightest idea why this was happening but I swear on my hatred for Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III I will expose him for the deceitful dweeb he really is!