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Annika of Berk

Prologue
Hiccup's POV

It had been two years since I found my mother, two years since I lost my father, and two years since I became the Chief of Berk. Astrid and I had gotten married the year earlier, and, during a war with our enemies, the Outcasts, our daughter, Annika, was born. And when I held her for the first time, I couldn't have been more proud of my beautiful family.

But with a war going on around us, we were afraid for our child's life.

Astrid was in our room, holding Annika in her arms, waiting for her to fall asleep. I ran into the room. "They're coming," I said, "You have to leave!"

"But what about you?" she asked worriedly as she looked at me.

"I'll be fine," I told her, "I'm the chief, I can't leave. I'll meet you when it's safe, just take Annika and go."

"I'm not leaving you!"

I held her shoulders and looked her in the eye. "Think about Annika. We can't risk her life, Astrid..."

She looked at our daughter and nodded. "Ok..."

I kissed her and pulled her towards the stairs. "Take Stormfly and get as far away from Berk as possible. I'll find you when this war is over, I promise."

A tear slipped down her cheek and she nodded. "I love you," she said quietly.

"I love you too," I replied and kissed Annika's head, "Now go."

She ran outside, carefully making her way to where Stormfly was waiting. She was so close when an enemy warrior tackled her from behind. She yelled for me and covered Annika with her arms. She turned onto her back and the warrior raised his sword above his head, ready to strike her.

Before he could, a Terrible Terror dragon rammed into him and he stumbled back in shock, dropping his weapon. The dragon turned and flew towards Astrid, she tried to move out of the way, but not before the dragon latched his talons into the blanket that was wrapped around Annika, and pulled her out of Astrid's arms. The dragon started to fly away.

"No!" Astrid yelled and ran after the dragon.

She hesitated and jumped onto Stormfly, but in all the commotion, Stormfly was confused and scared. Soon, the Terrible Terror that had taken our daughter was out of sight.

"No!" Astrid yelled desperately, tears streaming down her face.

I ran towards her. "Astrid, where's Annika?" I asked worriedly.

"One of the dragons took her..." she whispered and I pulled her into my arms.

"We'll find her..." I said quietly, a few tears slipping down my cheeks, "I promise."

Several months later, the war was won. Our next priority was to find out where Annika was, or if she was even alive. I sent new troops out everyday, starting first with a search on Outcast Island. But we found nothing.

Soon, a year had gone by, then two. And I had given up. Astrid kept telling me that we had to keep looking, and I kept telling her that our daughter was dead.

We tried to move on, but it was so hard. We had another child, a son, Antonio. We didn't tell him about Annika, instead, we raised him as our firstborn. The next chief of Berk.

Thora's (Annika's) POV

I lived on Berserk Island with my tribe. Other Vikings tended to stay away from the island, creating a safe haven for my people. I was the daughter, and only child, of the chief and his wife, Arne and Ingrid. They named me Thora.

As a child, they tried to get me to ride a Thunderclaw, but I wanted a more powerful dragon. They were amazed when I found and trained a baby Skrill, her name was Burning Ember, Ember for short. She was fierce but protective dragon that only listened to my commands.

As the day of my eighteenth birthday approached, I became more and more anxious. I was betrothed to Eirik, the son of the Chief of Outcast Island. Our marriage would join our two tribes. But I had never met Eirik, and I didn't want to marry a man I didn't know.

I begged my parents to call off the betrothal several times but I had been promised to him when I was only five. If the marriage was called off, a war would start.

I walked to my house quietly after taking Ember for a flight. My parents were waiting for me.

"Thora, we need to talk," my dad said.

I frowned. "Did I do something wrong...?" I asked slowly.

"No," Mom replied, "But there's something you should know before you get married."

I raised my hands. "Whoa, if it's the facts of life, I already know," I said jokingly, but then saw their serious expressions, "What's wrong?"

They were quiet for a moment and they began to explain. I listened to what they had to say, not daring to make a sound.

They found me in a Terrible Terror's nest when I was a baby, a few weeks old, abandoned. They took me in and gave me the name Thora, raising me as one of their own. And when other Vikings came looking for a little baby girl, they hid me, not wanting to risk me being that child and losing the baby they had come to love.

They finished and I took a breath. "...I'm adopted, and you didn't tell me..." I whispered, "You kept me from my birth family because you were selfish and wanted to keep me... Why didn't you tell me?!" I glared at them.

"We saved you, Thora, when you were just a little baby," Mom said, "We didn't want to give you up. But we should've told you, and we're sorry for not doing so."

I scowled. "Well who are my real parents then?!" I demanded. They didn't say anything, but I knew they knew. "Tell me!"

They looked at the ground and I grabbed my helmet. "Then I'll find them myself!" I yelled as I stormed out of the house.

They called after me but I didn't stop. Tears slid down my cheeks and I got onto Ember's back. I put on my helmet and said, "Let's go, Ember."

She took off towards the sea, and I looked back at my homeland. I scowled and focused on my goal: Finding where I really belonged.

I don't even know what this was. But what do you guys thing? Should I continue...? I don't know, this was my first attempt at a HTTYD fanfic.

Tell me what you think! :)

Have a blessed day.
~Nydroj