A/N: This is the first time I've ever done something like this. I've read a couple "watch the movie" fanfiction and decided to make one myself, but with a twist. You see before I've read those fanfics I was already thinking of writing a fanfiction of my own so I thought; why not just mix them together. So it's kinda like a fanfiction of a fanfiction.

Okay, I hope that clears it out. But if it doesn't please just tell me. Review if there's anything in the fanfiction you don't understand or confuses you. Also, please tell me what you think of my OC

"I really did actually hit it!" Hiccup said as his father dragged him. Suddenly, there was a blinding light that engulfed all of Berk and all the people in it.

Every single resident on Berk appeared to be in dark room filled with red seats in rows. The seats are facing a big white screen almost the size of the wall.

"OH MY GODS!"

"WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"WHERE ARE WE?!"

The Vikings yelled, confused by the sudden occurrence and strange place they found themselves in.

"Everyone please calm down and let me explain." a voice said. The Vikings all stopped yelling and instead looked around trying to find the one who spoke. "I have all sent you here in this cinema to watch a movie-"

"What's a movie?" Tuffnut asked, interrupting the voice.

"Yeah what's a movie?" Ruffnut asked.

"A movie is something you can watch through the screen in this cinema. Anyway as I was saying, you are here to watch a movie about a certain individual from Berk. Now sit down anywhere you'd like so you can start watching."

"WHO ARE YOU TO TELL US WHAT TO DO?! TAKE US BACK TO BERK NOW!" Stoick yelled in anger.

For a while it was silent until the voice decided to respond "Odin ordered me to show you this movie, he wants you to watch this, so please just do as I ask. I'm not letting you go until you've watched the whole thing. Oh and also, please refrain from any violent acts. I have already taken your weapons and left them on Berk, they will be back in your possession as soon as you all get sent back."

And with that said everyone took a seat. If Odin wanted them to watch this movie they'll do just that. Everyone sat with either their families or their friends. Astrid, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Fishlegs sat together in one of the rows nearest to the white screen. Hiccup tried sitting next to Astrid but was pushed off by said girl so he took a seat next to Fishlegs who didn't seem to mind as much. Stoick and Gobber sat together two rows behind the teens. A girl took a seat at the very back, unnoticed by everyone.

The screen lit up showing a rocky island of mountains and cliffs. The image moved, zooming into the island. Even though the image was dark, showing that the sun still wasn't out, it still looked pretty impressive.

This is Berk.

The island is then skimmed over in a birds eye view. Showing a different angle of the forest full of trees, hills, and boulders.

An island in the middle of nowhere, where the weather is either really cold or extremely cold to the point of almost freezing to death.

Everyone was amazed by the island in front of them. They have been living there all their lives and they've never known Berk was this beautiful. Though they still had to agree with its description, for it was true.

Some were wondering who it was speaking in the movie. The voice said that the movie is about someone from Berk but they don't recognize who it belonged to. They only know that the person is a girl.

The village of Berk is finally revealed, filled with wooden houses that all seemed new.

This is the village where I grew up. Its been here for seven generations but all the buildings are new. In here we fish, we hunt, take care of sheep and yaks and if we aren't too busy, watch the beautiful view of the sunset. All in all, this place is an okay place to live in.

More houses are shown along with a a couple sheep. Suddenly someone yelled "Dragons!" A Monstrous Nightmare then appeared landing in the village followed by other dragons. The Vikings appeared, taking out their weapons and charged at the dragons with a battle cry.

If living in a place where all your neighbors kill dragons for a living is part of your definition of "okay", that is.

The vikings really started getting into the movie as they watched the fight, especially those who were shown fighting. None of them seemed to be taking in what the girl in the movie was actually saying.

A small girl pops up on the screen, the vikings and dragons fighting in the background.

She was wearing a dark brown fur hood clasped together with a metal obscuring her head and face. Attached to it was a black fur cloth (cape) that reached her hips, covering her small back. Under that was a tan mid-shin length dress which has a slit to her right, lined with blondish fur and a maroon waist belt. Black leggings were under her dress and thick brown fur boots, fur arm wrappings on her left arm which covered her palm to her upper arm. She also carried a satchel with Berk's crest on it.

"Who is that?" Snotlout asked.

"I don't know." Astrid answered him.

"I think I've seen her somewhere. I'm not sure." answered Fishlegs.

The scene on the screen switched to a birds eye view, the girl was running, quickly dodging every Viking, sheep and other obstacles she came across.

"She pretty fast." Astrid commented.

Hiccup noticed that none of the Vikings on the screen seem to notice her but didn't take note of it, thinking that they're all probably just too focused on the dragons.

She stopped running when she reached the outskirts of the village. She pulled her hood down revealing her heart shaped face framed with choppily cut raven hair. She has honey brown eyes that didn't seem to hold any emotion yet it still seemed to shine. Her hair was shoulder length and unevenly cut. It looked like she cut it herself with a knife.

"I think I'm in love." Tuffnut said as he saw her, his eyes wide.

"Moron." Ruffnut muttered.

"Hey, I recognize her. She's that little girl I've seen around the forge a few times." Hiccup commented, ignoring Tuffnut and Ruffnut. Astrid, Snotlout, and Fishlegs glanced at him before placing all their attention back on the screen.

I'm Olga. I'm the girl that nobody knows. Most of the villagers probably don't even know I exist.

The girl started climbing up the only tree near a house and sat at one of the higher branches, a place where she wouldn't be easily spotted by either Viking or dragon.

After my parents died, it's like everyone forgot about me. Pretty much no one notices me anymore.

Some of the Vikings started to feel bad. How could they have ignored that little girl, especially after loosing her parents? They didn't even know who that girl was.

But I notice everything.

Dragons were shown struggling as they tried to steal food and the Vikings fighting them all off. A Deadly Natter managed to get its claws on a sheep when a Viking pounced on it.

A bird's eye view of the village showed all the fighting between the Vikings and the dragons, catapults throwing flaming rocks. Most of the houses were already on fire.

Ha, see that? Another set of new houses that needs to be built.

They chuckled at that. It was true after all. They had to build new houses almost everyday because of the dragon raids.

A Viking everyone on Berk knows shows up on screen fighting a few Deadly Natters. A very large man with braids on his auburn beard, forest green clothing, brown arm wrappings, a Viking helmet and metal shoulder armor with a brown fur cape attached.

That's Stoick the Vast, Chief of Berk. He's just about the most stubborn and thick headed Viking you'll ever meet.

"Hehe. Ain't that the truth." Gobber commented. Stoick glared at him for it.

But. He's also the only one who bothered to take care of me after what happened to my parents. Well, at least until I figured out how to take care of myself.

He definitely does everything he can for the people of Berk. Granted not all his decisions are right, but he tries his hardest. Even if it's for someone as insignificant as some little orphan girl.

Everyone, even the twins, could hear the gratefulness and admiration in the tone of Olga's voice. Stoick felt somewhat proud because of that. He was, after all, one of the very few that actually recognized her as part of the village.

Hiccup furrowed his eyebrows, slightly concerned about what she said. How could someone have such low self worth? What exactly happened to her that made her think she was so insignificant?

The image switched to the teens carrying buckets and running towards a house in flames.

Those are the most promising future dragon killers of Berk. Snotlout, Tuffnut and Ruffnut, Fishlegs and Astrid. Right now though they're jobs are to put out the fires.

In slow motion, they threw the water onto the fire then turned around looking proud and determined. An explosion occurred behind them just as this happened.

"Wow, we look awesome." Snotlout boasted.

But as you can see, they're actually not very good at that.

Snotlout's face fell, Fishlegs looked sheepish, the twins didn't even listen to her comment and Astrid huffed.

Hiccup thought what she said was both funny and ironic. The teens looked awesome but it was so true. They just let that explosion happen in their backs.

A screeching sound was heard by all Vikings followed by a plasma blast to the catapults making them explode.

"Night Fury!" shouted one of the Vikings in alarm. All the Vikings now seemed worried and scared.

Then a skinny boy is seen running to a clearing in the outskirts of the village pushing a huge contraption.

And that's Hiccup

Hiccup sank in his seat, waiting for the hurtful comments that were sure to follow.

He's the Chief's son. And unbeknownst to everyone in the village, the best blacksmith in all of Berk.

Hiccup straightened up, his eyes widening in disbelief. Someone actually acknowledged him as something other than a disappointment or a screwup?

Gobber marveled at this. It was true that his apprentice did have a talent for inventing things and the weapons he fixed always turned out more efficient in the end.

The rest of the Vikings were incredulous of that statement. They found it pretty much impossible for Hiccup to actually be useful in any way.

Hiccup set up his contraption and looked up at the sky in concentration.

"Come on, give me something to shoot at. Give me something to shoot at." He muttered to himself.

Hiccup sighed. He remembered this clearly and dreaded watching what was about to happen. It only happened a few minutes before they were all somehow transported to the cinema.

Olga stood up on the branch and leaned over another branch towards Hiccup's direction, placing her hands over it.

If only the others weren't so stubborn and thick headed they'd see that most of the things he makes is actually pretty amazing.

Unlike every other Viking who looked at Hiccup in exasperation whenever he did something like that, she looked at him with curiosity. Almost...admirably?

Hiccup blinked. What's that look she was giving him?

"Haha! Tuffnut, it looks like the love of your life loves Hiccup the Useless!" Snotlout said, insulting both Tuffnut and Hiccup.

Hiccup sank in his seat at Snotlout's insult.

Tuffnut's mouth opened and closed like a fish trying to think of something to say but in the end he could only come up with "You don't know that!" and crossed his arms and huffed.

Another screech and a plasma blast to the tower.

Hiccup fires, making him fall back as the bola flew threw the air.

He could be great. If only he wasn't too blinded by his desperation to be like the other Vikings.

Olga looked up at the dark sky, barely making out the dragon as the bola hit it, forcing it to go down somewhere in the forest.

The Vikings were all stunned, their mouths hanging open. Hiccup actually hit it?

Hiccup stood up and pointed at the screen. "See, I really did hit it!"

The crowd then bursted into cheers. All congratulating Hiccup. Stoick especially is proud of his son.

"I hit it? Yes I hit it! Did anybody see that?!" Hiccup was elated.

He turned around to find a Monstrous Nightmare, cutting his celebration short.

"Except for you." he said dryly before screaming in fright as he ran from the dragon.

"Wow you have THE worst luck." Snotlout said.

Stoick then came to his rescue, beating up the Nightmare and it eventually fled.

A pole fell causing more destruction upon the village and more houses destroyed. Because of the commotion, all of the dragons captured were also freed and managed to get their claws on several sheep before fleeing.

The villagers all glared at him.

"Okay but I hit a Night Fury." Hiccup said sheepishly

Though I can't exactly blame him. The villagers all look down on him just because of his size. He was even named Hiccup because of it.

You see here on Berk, it's basically tradition to call the smallest Hiccup. Smallest sheep, smallest yak, and in this case smallest Viking.

The crowd didn't even seem to be ashamed from that. It was true, but most of their hatred towards him was because of the destruction that always seemed to follow him everywhere.

Stoick frowned. It was true but his wife was the one who chose the name of their son and it wasn't meant as an insult at all.

It's not even valid. I'm way more of a hiccup than he is. Then again everyone is too busy ignoring me to realize that fact.

Olga watched as Stoick dragged Hiccup away with him trying to convince his dad to believe him. But just like always, nobody believed him.

But I actually prefer it that they ignore me. At least that way, I wouldn't have to worry about them always looking over my back.

I don't want anything to do with killing or so much harming dragons.

Outrage rang throughout the cinema as the crowd heard that. Empathy towards her completely vanished as she said those words. That girl couldn't be a Viking. Not after what she just said.

The dragons flew over the tree she was on. One Deadly Natter spotted her and made eye contact for a split second before it flew away with the others.

Every time I look at a dragon's eyes I see sorrow, desperation, fear. They're not at all what Vikings think they are.

Olga continued to stare up at where the dragons all disappeared to.

Then she jumped down the tree, landing on the ground like a cat before walking towards the forest where she saw the Night Fury fall.

Because if they are able to feel emotion, then there's no way that dragons would even come close to being the beasts they say they are.

A/N: So what do you think? I'd really like your opinion. Again, if there was anything you didn't understand, please just ask and I'll try to either fix it in the story or just tell you in the next chapter. Well that is unless it's going to spoil the story, I wouldn't want to spoil it for you. Bye! I hope you liked it so far.