This is my first fan fiction, so hopefully it won't bore you to tears. I'll try to update whenever I can but since i work quite a bit and get a couple of days off a week it might take long. I don't own How To Train Your Dragon both Book or Dreamworks Versions. Happy reading.


Brother Night Fury Chapter:1 They are not what we thought

Valka POV

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. It snows nine months of the year and hails the other three. Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless which in fact matches the residence very well... oh where are my manners i should introduce myself, my names Valka, Val for short. With my alburn hair braided at the back showing of my beautiful forest green eye's, which i'm reminded everyday by my husband, Stoick "the vast" Haddock. With his firey red hair and long beard (which i make sure he keeps braided), 400 pound build of muscle and fat (I should really put him on a diet one day), his mighty warhammer in one hand and shield in another he represents what a true viking should look like, (yes you heard me correctly, we're vikings on Berk) It comes in handy when you're the Chief of the village and having a big pest problems like ours, you see where most villages would have mice and mosquitoes we have...

"dragons!" I hear someone shout from one of the watch towers

For several generations vikings and dragons have been at war, dragon stealing our livestock and the village stopping them, with one viking saying burning into the back of my mind since I was a kid on the subject of dragons is "kill or be killed". And I wonder all that time on why we didn't just leave and settle somewhere with less dragon problems, then i realise that we're vikings, we're as stubborn as they come, an occupational hazard as my husband would say, with me and him even more stubborn as they come, god's help my son when he's older.

Oh i forgot to mention I have a son. As i walk upstairs into the room to the wooden cot in the corner of the room, where a little lump of moving blankets and cooing noises are is my little baby boy, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, now I should point out that he's a wee bit smaller than most babies his age and he arrived weeks too early, I feared he wouldn't make it but his father said otherwise, if he has our stubborness then he'll make it, and he was right. Still so small, but he completed my world, now you might be wondering why i called him Hiccup, and not because he was a runt, oh no no no, it's because throughout the weeks after he was born, he hiccuped a lot, and it kind of got stuck in my head, Stoick decided to give him his middle name 'Horrendous' just so it make him alittle more frightening , ha! good luck he's too adorable to be frightening but i let him have that middle name. I stroke his tiny mound of messy alburn hair on his head as he looks up at me with wide green eye's, a ladies man he will be one of these days.

I can hear so much screaming outside from both vikings and dragons, gods when will this war ever end. I'm not very fond of taking lives, human or dragon, so it pains me when the screaming happens knowing someone or something will be killed tonight. But I will protect my little one with my life if it came to it, that's a fact, no it's not a viking thing, it's a mother thing.

So imagine my surprise when one of the walls cracks open and a dragon appears through the new hole, a stormcutter!, in fear I quickly grab hold of hiccup and the nearest shield (always been told if you got to pick a weapon, pick a shield) ready to defend myself and my son.

As the stormcutter moves closer to me I notice it's eyes, what were once narrow slits dilated into wide pupils, it was watching me then looked at hiccup who looked back at the curious dragon, putting one of his claws near hiccups chin, I suddenly move back but its claw catches hiccups chin which he starts to cry, the stormcutter moves back looking...guilty?...I didn't know dragons had emotions, always been told dragons were mindless creatures with no emotions, now im curious.

But first I needed to comfort my little boy, rocking him to sleep in my arms shushing and cooing at him until finally he fell alseep. Again the stormcutter looked curious at me and hiccup and starts to turn around, thinking it was flying away, it moves it head in the direction of the hole like its telling me to come over. I hesitate for a second but realise that if this dragon wanted to kill me, it would of done so ages ago, so I move forward and as i get near the hole the dragon looks over to the forest, as I look it flies off towards it, still watching, i saw it land in the centre of the forest near what looks like an open area. Why would the stormcutter show me this? Did it want me to follow? should i trust it? well it hasn't killed me so far so there must be some trust in there somewhere.

While looking out in the hole of the broken wall, a banging of the front door caught my attention, up comes a large viking with a wild half braided red beard "val are you and hiccup ok? I saw the stormcutter coming through the house!" Stoick calmly asks. I smile holding my free hand to his cheek "We're fine dear, hiccup got cause on the chin but it's only a scratch" I said carmly reasuring him, he's such a worry-wart.

He looks at hiccup then his scratch and smiles under his beard "It'll leave a nice scar there I see" he says with laughter in his voice, then he looks at the hole in the wall with a stern look and sighs "we'll have to get that fixed as soon as possible, still the raid looks like its dying down now, not taken much this time, we just have to be ready for next time" he then looks at me with a serious face "val, for my sake of mind can you and hiccup go to the Hoffersons house until the mess is cleared up around the village, i'm sure Alfsted would be at ease too if his wife and baby daughter had some company too" giving those large puppy dog eye's of his, no wonder thats were hiccup got it from. I smile at his and nod "ok dear but don't get too overworked. With a smile to each other, we both walk out the door...well whats left of it, I give him a stern look and he gives me a look back "sorry val, guess I over panicked, i'll get Gobber to fix that as well at the wall later" With that I kiss him on the lips and head over to the Hoffersons household where Helga greets me holding her little girl Astrid.