So, before you start reading, here are a few things you should know.

1. This is a prologue. It is the way the movie starts and is COMPLETELY OPTIONAL. I just wrote it because I thought some people might to read it. It's one of my favorite parts of stories like this on ffn. Some of it is from the actual script (the speech Hiccup gives).

2. This is a FemHiccup and Fishlegs story. I've got it worked out in my head but I'm still working out some kinks. I've seen HiccaXmaleAstrid and HiccaXTuff so I thought I'd get a 'Legs one out there.

3. I'm terrible with Tuffnut so please excuse some slight OOC on him, if there is any at all.

4. I don't own HTTYD, this includes anything from the movie and book. If I did, I would definitely be living it up in LA or something.

5. R&R? It's lovely :) Anyways, feel free to skip the prologue if you'd like. It'll start when Hicca leaves to find the Night Fury.

Prologue

This, is Berk. It's twelve days North of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery.

My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests.

You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. We have…

A large fireball blew out from a large dragon's mouth, making its way towards a door. It is quickly shut by a petite brunette whose eyes widen nervously. Her arms out across the wooden door but they are not long enough to cover the entire frame. "Dragons…"

She opens the door slowly, peaking her thin head out and sprinting out into the open after seeing the dragon had fled the scene. There is chaos everywhere. In every corner, there is a Viking fighting a dragon of his or her own and they are all oblivious to her running through the village for only a few moments.

Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues…

My name is Hicca. Great name, I know… But it's not the worst! Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.

Meet the neighbors. Hoark the Haggard…

A meaty but short Viking man stares at Hicca as she speeds past him. "What are you doing out?!" Hoark yells to her, but she obviously ignores this.

…Burnthair the Broad…

Another male Viking notices the small Viking running as if a blizzard had just begun and was trying to return to their home. "Get inside!" Burnthair ordered.

…Phlegma the Fierce…

A woman following Burnthair echoed his order. "Get back inside!" she agreed.

…Ack…

Ack says nothing. In fact, he just stands there doing nothing as well. He stares off into the distance, dumbfounded.

Yeah… Just Ack…

A large Viking grabs ahold of Hicca's vest and picks her up. His red hair matched his anger as he stared at her. "Hicca?!" he yelled. He looked around at the crowd. "What is she doing out?!" He looked at her again, impatient for answers from the others, not to mention there really wasn't time to wait for one. "What are you doing out?! Get inside!"

That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off its shoulders. Do I believe it?

Stoick picked up a stray wooden cart from the street and whirls it into the sky with ease. The sky shrieked with pain as a stalking dragon tumbled from the night.

Yes I do.

"What have we got?" Stoick asked a Viking to his right sternly.

"Gronkles," the man continued. "Nadders, Zipplebacks… Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare."

"Any Night Furies?" Stoick questioned quickly.

"None so far," the man answered.

"Good," Stoick replied, somewhat pleased with what the Viking had provided.

Hicca runs into a small shed-like building. The walls are lined with shiny metal and wooden handles of unfinished weapons. The building window shutters are open, showing the massacre of dragons like a well-constructed Berk Schooling play. A man stands over a forge, hammering away at a metal. He is missing a leg (replaced by a wooden peg) and a hand. He has numerous hand replacements on the wall, ranging from weapons to forging tools.

"Ah!" the man exclaimed. "Nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off." His thick accent is apparent, sometimes he uses slang that Hicca can hardly understand.

Hicca throws an oversized leather apron on her body and ties the strings around her body. She must wrap them around to her front side so the apron doesn't become loose and hook onto anything while she is working. "Who, me?" she laughed. "Nah! Come on, I'm just way too tender for their taste." She walks over to the table that is holding weapons beyond any Viking's dreams. "They wouldn't know what to do with all this!" Hicca throws her arm up and pretends to flex.

The man turned his head. "They need toothpicks, don't they?" While he laughs at his own joke, Hicca gets to work. She picks up a few of the weapons on the table that are obviously in need of repair and begin to decipher how to fix them.

The meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little. Er, well… Littler.

Hicca's train of thought is interrupted by booming sounds. She whips her head towards the windows and sees wood flying around a block of smoke. Once the smoke clears, only one lonely wall stands where a handsome house once stood.

See? Old village. Lots and lots of new houses.

"Fire!" Hicca heard an older Viking man scream. She runs to the window to see what building had met his fate only to see four teenagers, two girls and two boys, holding medium sized buckets, ones that she could only hope where filled to the brim with fresh water.

Oh and that's Astrid, Snotlout… The twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. And…

A significantly bigger teen runs behind them with a bucket twice the size of the others and throws the water onto the burning building heroically. His blonde hair peeps through the bottom of his helmet, much shorter than the other two boys' hair. Hicca puts her elbow on the window sill and sighes dreamily.

Fishlegs…

Before she can go into detail about Fishlegs, she is picked up by her vest once again. She groans. "Come on!" she pleaded. "Let me out, please. I need to make my mark!"

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks. All in the wrong places," Gobber chuckled.

Hicca's face filled with red, she was easily embarrassed. "But-" she paused. "Please! Just like, two minutes! I'll kill a dragon!" She walked back to the table, following Gobber like a newborn sheep follows its mother. "Gobber, my life could get infinitely better and a guy might actually ask me out on a date!"

Gobber lifts his hands and begins counting on his real hand. "You can't lift a hammer," he said. "You can't swing an axe…" He picks up a random weapon without looking. Hicca knew it was a bola, this only further proved she needed to get out of this forge as most of the people on Berk didn't know the technical term for the weapon. "You can't even throw one of these!"

It was true that Hicca was weak compared to the other teen Vikings her age, even the other females. She slips past Gobber. "Okay, fine," she paused as she lifted a brown cover off of one of her infamous inventions in the corner of the forge. "But this will throw it for me." As she lifts up her brilliant masterpiece, it shoots out an arrow accidentally. She gasps as it makes its way towards Gobber but it misses. She relaxes her body and breathes.

Gobber puts his hand to his face and sighs. "See," he said. "Now this right here is what I'm talking about." Gobber had been very supportive of Hicca ever since she was small. He was the father figure she looked to whenever her dad was out on fishing trips for the village, or sometimes she only went to Gobber because she felt he understood her more than her own father did. Still, he didn't like the contraptions she made. Mostly this was because the majority of them didn't work or left the village even more damaged after a dragon attack.

Hicca shook her head, trying to defend the invention. "Mild calibration issue," she replied.

"Hicca," Gobber said. "If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all…." He pauses and waves his hands about. "This…"

Hicca's face grew angered. "But you just gestured to all of me!" She puts her invention down and folds her arms, pouting.

"Yes! That's it!" Gobber exclaimed. "Stop being all of you."

Hicca dropped her arms and smirked. "Oh you know, you're playing a dangerous game," Hicca continued. "By keeping all of this pure Vikingette caged!" She picked up a dagger and made a few moves that she thought would look impressive, or somewhat intimidating. "There shall be consequences!"

"Ah, well how about you start by sharpening that dagger?" Gobber replied.

One day I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here.

A Nadder head is sure to get me at the very least, noticed. Gronkles, they're tough. Taking one of those down would definitely make the boys in the village want to be around me. But a Zippleback? They're exotic, exciting. Two heads, twice the status. And then, there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.

But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the…

A Viking male screams from outside the forge. "Night Fury!" he yells. "Get down!" A large KABOOM lands on the ground, wood spinning all over the village from a once beautiful standing house, its fate sealed by the Night Fury.

This thing never steals food, never shows itself and… it never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm going to be the first.

"Man, er watch the fort, Hicca!" Gobber said as he looked out the opening. "They need me out there!" He trades out his hammer hand for an axe replacement and charges out the door. He turns around in the frame before leaving, stopping dead in his tracks. "Stay. Put. There. Well, you know what I mean." He disappears in the smoke.

Hicca smiles after a few moments, being sure that Gobber wasn't returning any time soon. She grabbed her latest creation and slipped out the door, going as quickly as she could to the nearest cliff. A neighbor screams out at her, "Hicca, where are you going?!"

"I'll be right back," Hicca yells over her shoulder, trying not to drop her invention that she had worked on for hours upon hours. She stops and clumsily sets up her station. The invention sits up on three legs, it is facing upwards and is able to move from side to side. "Come on," Hicca said to herself. "Give me something to shoot at… Gimme something to shoot at…" She jumps when she hears a booming sound behind her and pulls the trigger when she sees a black blur, that looks much smaller than most of the other dragons, fly past her in the gray night sky. A moaning sound echoes in the distance and Hicca stutters over her words. "I-" She said. "I-I hit it! Yes!" Hicca jumps up and down, celebrating like she was at a village gathering and had just drank four mugs of mead. "Did anybody see that?" She spins around to see if anyone was around when she hears a growling in back of her. She turns around slowly, hoping to see Snotlout playing a joke on her. In front of her was a big, red dragon. His snout alone was bigger than her body. A Monstrous Nightmare. "Except for you…" Hicca said. She screamed and began to run the other way.

It was hard for Hicca, a fairly short female to outrun such a large dragon like a Nightmare. She glanced behind her to find him on her heels. She screamed again, running past Astrid and Fishlegs, who immediately put on the defense. Great, as if Fishlegs didn't think she was a loser already. She tried to put this out of her mind as she hid behind a big brazier. The dragon stalked behind it and went to go around it when Stoick leaps in between Hicca and the dragon.

The dragon growls fiercely at Stoick, who jumps onto it and begins to wrestle with it. The dragon throws him off and Stoick picks himself up. He positions himself into a fighting position when the dragon opens its mouth and attempts to defend itself. The dragon burped up a few lava-like bubbles and purred for mercy. "You're all out," Stoick said unmercifully. He punches the dragon in the snout, which sends it flying for its life. Stoick turns towards the brazier as it tumbles over and begins to roll helplessly through the village.

Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know…

Once the brazier had fallen, Hicca was found standing behind it like a coward. She put her hands behind her back and stared at the ground. "Sorry, Dad…" she said to Stoick. Fishlegs stood behind him in the distance. Hicca's face turned bright red, and it wasn't from the brazier.