My name is Gunnvor Gaia Haddock, the oldest daughter and first child to Stoick the Vast Chief of Berk and Valka, along with being the older sibling of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and allow me to tell you, how I had accidental stuff up the time-line, by not only being born, but being born frist.
You see it's a complicated matter to speak about. If you told anyone in my village, they would most likely believe you have lost you're mind. If you told Dad, well he probably would have punched you in the face with those narrowed eyes and cold expressions. "What did you say, about my daughter?"
Uncle Gobber would have laughed and thought of it as joke, before realizing that what you, said was a seriously matter and sneer at you for the rest of the day.
If my mother wasn't on some dragon nest, hidden somewhere around the world she would have most likely asked, why one would think such a thing. "I birthed her. What do you mean she isn't meant to existed? Stay away from my daughter."
My adorable fishbone of a brother would have shaken it off. Unless, you were to make myself uncomfortable with the thought that, someone else knows about my earlier life then the teens of Berk would tak a step back and watch with uncertainty at the new side of Hiccup the dragon trainer, running around and screaming murder even Toothless would have given his best friend a caution glance.
Any who it started with my death. We've all heard of the stories about Reincarnation and it's belief and some people have even said that they hold at least, some of their knowledge from their past life or how a birth mark is meant to, be a scar from a traumatic accident. Will my death was simple, I had lived out my life, played my part in society and had died in an old person nursing home, alone on my bed side due to a heart failure.
Oh Odin! I died in my sleep!
My parents had passed away long before me, I was the youngest sibling and my older sibling were also dead. My children and my grandchildren didn't want to visit an old woman, such as myself whether along look after me despite that I was cable in looking after myself. You see, when you're put into an old folks home. You will find that it feels like, your life has been suck out of you this in turn cause you to start believing that you are a lot older than, you're meant to, be. I had spent the last remaining days of my life, trying not to notice the indifference staff members. That come past me with a, force smile and a bottle of pills, who do not at all want to listen to an old folk such as I was.
Not to mention watching the children do their little out of practice, dances and songs. Then I had died. I was 90, I lived my life and saw the world and when my old body had taken, her last breath of air, closing my eyes as I had done so. Chaos had soon started. First though, I want to pass down my last thought that my old body had, try to visit your grandparent of elderly parent more. Nursing homes can, be quite boring even to us.
Sometimes, I would hear voices, some were male, some were female. I heard a lot of screaming as will and sometimes, there were songs or stories and when I had opened my eyes and notice there was no longer a endless sea of darkness. I had felt relife that, I didn't even know I was holding in there was also the sudeen need to cry. Now maybe it was the fact that, I had died of old age that, it wasn't long until I had figuer out, what happened. There was a lot of things wrong with my old body for me to pick up the pieces. My vision was worst then, before my skin was a lot softer then it used to, be my arms were to short, my legs were to cubby and everyone else was a lot taller than me. Yes. There was, indeed something wrong. I was young again, too young.
Reincarnation is an odd little thing. I'm pretty sure, it doesn't care where it puts you either. All I've heard the stories and the possibilities, I guess I should, be glad that I didn't find myself being a rabbit and be glad that, I was still human and a girl at that. My memories were also in tact from when my last body was young, being married, working life and the role myself played in society. They weren't all there though, but I still remember majority of my past life. The only thing left to do, was work out what part of the time line, I was in and then carry on my merry way.
It takes me at least until I'm one, where everything clicks in and all because of two simple words.
"Dragon raid!"
This had caught my attention. For one thing where I had come from dragons are nothing, but a fairly tale, mythological stories and here they are calling it out, as if it was a daily occasion.
"Dragon raid!"
The voices from the outside kept shouting and shouting, naming each dragon that had come their way.
"Deadly Nadder. Gronckle, a couple of Hideous Zippleback."
I was in mother arms at the time, watching from the window and I notice a sheep just casually marching away on the grass in front of it and then, as soon I blinked the sheep was gone, carried off by a giant, flying lizard. Naturally I had done the only logical cause of action and had fainted. Fainted in my mother arms, I still had fainted she probably had thought that I was, tired and went to sleep. This was also the first time, I had notice that I was born into a family of vikings and already, I was showing signs of not being very viking like at all.
After all I'm sure right, now the universe is laughing at me. I'm also sure that Reincarnation doesn't care where to put me and it was all because of Loki. Now judging by the dragon attack, I can safely say that I am not in the world that, I used to know and it's also here, where I find out where about I was, put. It turns out my father is Chief of the Tribe, Stoick the Vast and my mother is Valka. Maybe their names were common in this world and they could be, almost anyone. No they were not and with this in mind, I can safely say. This is the world of How to Train Your Dragon.
Despite the idea of being young again, I had other problems to worry about. I'm the first daughter and only child, which means I had already stuffed up the time line by just being born. Realizing who my parents were happen to, be the only other problem. Hiccup isn't born yet and I don't know, if he ever will and I can also rule out the fact, that Hiccup hadn't suddenly been born into a female. Which leaves to more questions that nobody will answer for me. Will Hiccup be born at all? Do I get a little brother? Will the War with dragons end this time around?
I dearly hope that Hiccup will be born again. I might have taken away his birth right, but the world needs Hiccup and I pray to whatever god or goddess that will listen that, Hiccup will be born. After all someone needs to step up and become a peacekeeper, he might need to, be disowned, nearly die and lose a leg in the process. I just hope that the Universe isn't that drunk to stop one birth from happening. I know I could fill in that gap if need to, be but I don't want to. I don't think I have the heart off gold or even the loyal standers to do what Hiccup had done. There's a different between myself and Hiccup, my unborn future, little brother may have thought about running away and was stop. Knowing me however, I would probably run and not look back.
However there is also one, small, tiny problem, heh, heh, heh. Killing dragons.
Can I kill them?
It's pretty clear that I have not been born into the peaceful time of Berk, there are multiple signs pointing out this fact for me. No. I can not kill dragons, just the idea of killing another living thing, sends shivers up my spin. I am a viking and the Chief daughter, so no doubt it will, be expected of me to kill a dragon, but I cannot. I know in my heart that I can't. Maybe I could kill for hunting food, that is a logical possibility for me. But the thought of killing an animal, dragon or not, I just don't think I have what it takes. For one thing, I have been known to save ants if there is a likely hood of that occurring. I hesitate in killing anything. So killing a dragon seems impossible for me.
No doubt, I would most likely be a outcast, Chief daughter or not. Sure I can understanding one person, killing animals for food or if that animal in questioned had gotten to such, larger numbers that it needed to be down size. Yes I can understanded it. But knowing the future does not help, because I know dragons and Viking's can be friends later down the track and Ihardly doubt anyone would believe me if I shouted out.
Hey. Let's give these guys a break their being control by an over-size queen that would eat them, if they don't bring enough food for her on time.
Crazy lady title, once again and another reason in being socially shunned and label.
Despite this though, I've decided to live out my life for now and avoid anything that screams out ... Dragon Killer!
As I grew, it turns out I have made Hiccup jobs a lot harder for him. My body made be slim, but I had the strength of a viking, I could throw an axe with ease, handle a sword pick up a shield and throw a bola, for now I did have a little problem with handling a hammer, but dad believes given time it would be like throwing a small rock. Hiccup was the runt of the litter and with myself being born, I had only made his life even more difficult.
Dad took me out hunting and even fishing, mum taught me everything about the house-hold and everything I needed to keep-track of.
Dunning the dragon raids, dad had started to drop me off at the Forge when I was five and Gobber had started to teach me. Offering wondering, how Hiccup had done it because the man, truly does believe in learning on the job. Speaking of Gobber, he was an okay man and I had come to accept him, as Uncle Gobber and had told him so often. He laughed it off with Stoick and that was after, he picked myself up with one hand.
The only down sides were the stories.
"And just like that, he took my hand. I saw the look on, his face, I was delicious. He must have speeded the word, because soon another one took my leg."
He often repeated it when, he got the time and don't even get me started on the trolls.
"Trolls existed. They steal yer socks, but only the left ones. What's with that?"
"Uncle Gobber, there's no left and right for a sock."
"Not true lass, I've got whole collection of right socks at home."
Being able to know Valka on a more personally matter had caused me to understand, where Hiccup had gotten his mind from. She had all these crazy ideas, some ideas that will soon be proven as fact later on down on the road. Stock wasn't nearly, as distinct as he was in the first film, but no doubt with his wife beside him he didn't need to suffer through the so-called lost and neglect Hiccup for all, his life as a child.
He opens up often to me or to my mother. I wish I took after her more, but my hair is as red as Stoick is.
I've never even heard them fight along themselves and the only time, when they have is on the subject of dragons. I understand the line of, "I should have seen the signs," better now, because Valka really did believe that dragons can be our friends if, you just give them a chance. I wanted to prove my mother right, I wanted to use what Hiccup did in the first film and show the Viking's that dragons can be our friends.
However with the Dragon Queen alive and her mind control, I wasn't quite sure if it would work and again, I just don't see myself fighting her any time soon. There's also the fact that, I didn't want to take Hiccup whole future away from him. He rarely smiled during the first film and if the village, still treats him the same during this time line, I just didn't think I could see my heart-broken little brother. I couldn't do that to him, I needed to give Hiccup the chance, no I wanted Berk to see that Hiccup may not be as strong, but that doesn't mean he's not as brave.
So I left it and allowed the dragon raids to continue.
When I was seven, myself was worried with fear.
Hiccup wasn't born or the other teens weren't. However that worry soon went away, as one by one the future teens were born into the world and I felt everything was going to be alright.
Snotlout was born.
The twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut.
Fishlegs.
My future sister-in-law Astrid.
Last, but not least my little brother Hiccup was born.
I was thrill. With mum resting and dad, watching over her I stayed beside my tiny and small, runt of a brother.
Now unlike, some people I love the runts of the litter. Always go for the runts, because they will always be the strongest, this is true for both of animals and people.
"You're so small," I said in awe at the sight of the small form in front of me.
Gently picking him up and carrying him in my arms, I whispered.
"You have no idea, how long I've waited for you little one." Nuzzling his noise with my own, he let out a small giggle. "You have a lot ahead of you, but this will only make you grow. My little brother, I promise to spend most of my life with you and just remember, if they let you down. I won't be far behind to comforted you. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the III, welcome to this world little one. You hold the keys for a brighter future and remember, you're sister always love you. No matter what happens."
Sitting down in the chair, I rocked him gently in my arms and mentally told him, I was sorry for taking his birthright away.
But he was here now and I was going to beside him, every step of the way.
Maybe second chances weren't, so bad after all.
Note: So what do you think? I will take a different approach to the main story, but most of the key events will occur later on. Reviews are very much appreciate and thanks for reading.