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STOP! If you havnt seen the movies or Tv show for the love of THOR stop!

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Chapter one

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The Minor Alteration

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The island of Berk is-was my home. I was born and raised there. I fell in love, was married, and even had a child. I loved my home dearly. But I loved my family most especially.

The people were often happy considering the circumstances. We lived a hard life. The climate was harsh with short summers and long winters. The food was tough and bland and needed a little something extra to keep it down. If the summers weren't bad enough by being so short there was also the threat of raids by wild animals and hostile tribes.

The men and women of my tribe, the Hairy Hooligans, were the merriest with a mug of ale in one hand and an arm tossed over one of their neighbors. They drank and they sang and they roared at the injustice of their tragedies together. When they were together they could forget the unfortunate yesterday, the terrible winter, and the tragic year to live in the moment.

And their lives were tragic. It wasn't just wolves and wild boars that sometimes broke into our village and stole from us and fled into the forest. No if anything that was the least of our worries. Dragons were the real problem. And so far all of our attempts at eliminating the problem have failed. Simply killing as many of the beasts wasn't working. They just kept coming no matter how many we slew. Some brave Vikings that was what I was before…

Some Vikings had proposed to unify the archipelago to strike a unified attack on Hel Heims gate. A collection of chief met to discuss the proposed idea. That meeting did not end well. It had been interrupted by a stranger from another land, a foreigner, who offered a resolution to my people and the other island tribes' dragon infestation. My dear husband and the other chiefs had listened intently to his offer but his demands were too much and the Viking chiefs laughed at the arrogant demands of the quiet behemoth of a man. No Viking would kneel to an insane foreigner.

It all went so wrong that night…

My dear husband was the lone survivor. The other tribes had lost their chiefs causing discourse to ripple through their communities. Tribes began having small skirmishes with each other. As if the three hundred year dragon war wasn't bad enough, now we fight amongst ourselves?

My dear husband, Chief Stoic the Vast, avoided external conflicts as best as he could through diplomacy and sheer combat and tactical prowess. The hairy Hooligans were not a people to be taken lightly. We have defended our home for the last three hundred years with no indication we would budge.. Dragons and humans alike know we are immovable from the isle of Berk.

But like many of my brothers and sisters, we grew weary of the conflicts. We have had far too many funeral rites, widows and crippled warriors. We certainly gave as much as we took but the dragons still attacked frequently. While many of the men and women who lost too much had given up hope in ending this conflict and were content in just surviving, I had not. If killing dragons didn't end this damned war than there had to be another way; for my child's sake.

We had to stop the dragon raids by not killing dragons. It was the only alternative available to us because we are stubborn we won't leave just cause a few pests burn us. But my people are many things but flexible was not one of them. They were angry and scared. They lashed out at the thing that was the source of all their grief. They were unwilling to bend and change to find a solution that didn't include putting dragon heads on pikes.


Berk was a place of kill or be killed.

"Stop!" I say stopping the arm of a warrior before he decapitated a monstrous nightmare," You will only make it worse!" The Warrior frowned when the monstrous nightmare was able to steady itself and fly away. He wrenched his hand free and reentered the fray intent on killing another for the one he lost.

The village was in a state of chaos. Swords swung and axes cleaved through dragon flesh. Vikings and dragons spilled each other's blood. Maiming those they did not kill. Fire rose up lighting the village like an ominous beacon in the night.

A dreadful feeling had passed over me. Call it mother's intuition or coincidence I don't care. All I knew was that there was a dragon breaking into my home where my defenseless child lay. I wanted this war to end peacefully but even I was willing to kill to protect my own. There was a dragon rummaging around my home it seemed to have found a way through the large doorway and enter. I knew that I had to get to my child and do whatever it took to save my baby.

I ran up the hill and burst through the door swearing in my mind that if I lost my child tonight it would break me. It was a hard birth. The healers of the village feared I or the baby may not make it through the winter. But against the odds we did. My babe was so small, smaller than any I had ever seen. What exemplified how tiny my baby was, was the scene that lay before me. A massive dragon with four large wings was standing over the rocking cradle one of the carpenters of the village had made.

The dragon was looking down curiously at my small babe, eyes large and docile. This was it this was the proof. Dragons were not unthinking beasts. The Storm Cutter was poking cautiously at my precious, wary of its sharp wing talon. For all the caution however, the beast slipped scratching and causing a horizontal cut across the left side of my babe's jaw. It was insignificant but it still caused my babe to wail.

The Storm Cutter unbalance caused it to see me. I was still wary but hopeful that this dragon and possibly others would be able to leave peacefully. The Storm Cutter stared at me with the same docile eyes as he did to my babe. Probably picking up the same scent that was on my child. As he focused on me the pupils dilated even further something most Vikings don't see since an angry dragon pupils shrink to long terrifying slits.

The dragon and I stared at each other bewitched by each other's existence. A dragon that didn't kill Vikings and a Viking that didn't kill dragons. It was an amazing experience that felt like it could be experienced for a lifetime and never get old. It was the same feeling I had when I was with my eternal love. It was only than that the enchantment was shattered.

An axe came hurdling into my home separating myself from the dragon with more of a purpose to make room than maim the dragon. The dragon shuffled back in surprise.

"Val run!" Stoic ordered.

In fury the dragon unleashed a torrent of fire separating it and me from my husband who had hurled the axe.

"No! Don't!" I begged.

Stoic meanwhile vaulted over the flames to reach our babe. The dragon advanced on me with an intent that I couldn't tell was going to be good or be bad. Stoic had retrieved our babe and was turning around just as the dragon had captured me in its talons. It was gentle but firm. There was no chance of escape that didn't include falling to my demise. I was lost. I will probably never see my husband again or see my daughter grow up. I have lost everything I had wanted to protect.

AN: Okay as some of you may know I am writing this fic mostly to balance out my mind from writing my blood bending fic for avatar. So thank you to those readers specifically for following more of my work . This fic as you can probably tell will eventually include HTTYD2 but that wont be for a long while trust me. I am going to do something different with the whole Female!hiccup thing. First off I won't just jump right into the first movie in the next chapter. We are going to see how a female hiccup or Hica will develop through life. Although honestly I am not completely set on the name Hica… if you got any suggestion feel free to post a review on such matters: P. Also this isn't just exploring what a female hiccup has to go through but also something else… I think I will leave it as a surprise and the surprise is a long ways away. ONLY hiccup is gender bent everyone else is their respective genders. This may… scare some of you off but I think it will be worth your while if you stick around to see what I do with this. I LOVE ROMANCE. I can't tell you how many fics I have read where romantic interactions was the reason why I read the story. But… I think I am terrible at writing the stuff so this will mostly be adventure and family. Key word is mostly. Over the next several very long chapters I will be putting Berk, Female!hiccup, and stoic through some events that will develop their characters and environment towards very different circumstances. Female hiccup will develop sometimes the same and sometimes differently from canon hiccup kay. And these events as well as hiccup being a girl will cause this.

Okay I think that's about everything I have to say I will just end this with some elements that will be employed.

But feel free to ask a question in a review if it doesn't conflict with the suprise i may be able to answer it :)

First Valka name is Valhallarama because it is so BA not really a plot element just my preference.

Second hiccup will leave berk with the whole abandon the village shtick because she won't or can't kill a overgrown lizard that happens to breathe fire.

Third some book elements will be used in the fic( no dragons won't talk sorry)

Fourth but more tentative than anything, hiccup will have a pet dog cause dogs are also BA.

There are other elements that I will employ but will ruin the surprise and trust me it is a doozy and one I have never seen initiated in this fandom.

So thank you for reading this ridiculously long AN please review favorite or follow if you are so inclined :P