How To Train Your Dragon, Girl Style

Summary: Like the title said, in this story Hiccup is a girl and Astrid is a boy. Irene is a frail and sickly girl, never allowed to leave the village, only allowed to be at home and at the blacksmith. What happens when she stumble on a Night Fury?

Disclaimer: I do not own the movie except Irene and Astro

Chapter 1

Berk

Twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. The village, in a word, sturdy. It's been here for 7 generations but every single building is new. There's fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets (and sunrise, if you can bear with the coldness) that undoubtedly romantic. The only problem here is the pest. You see… Most places have mice or mosquitoes, but Berk has…

"Irene!"

CRASH

Dragons…

Gobber, the owner of the blacksmith I'm working at and my godfather at the same time, grabbed me on the waist with his normal arm and toss me inside the shop. Just in time before a dragon's fire ball burn me. "Stay here!" He slammed the door and charged.

My village is once again, being attacked by the dragons. They steal our food and sheep. Normally, people would leave but not Vikings. They are so stubborn and charged at dragons with their axes and hammer when they see one.

My father, Stoic The Vast, is the most stubborn person I know. He is the chief of the tribe. He is a very large man and has a very long and bushy beard that has to be tied to a few braids. They says when he was a baby, he pooped a dragon's head clean off its shoulders. I believed it, judging on how strong he is.

Oh, and my name is Irene Horrendous Haddock by the way.

I watched from the window, as he punched a dragon on the face. He is so strong and big, typical Viking man. Me? I'm not like that. In fact, people wouldn't believe if I said I'm his daughter.

I'm petite and skinny but I still have breasts. I have long thick wavy auburn hair which I inherited from my late mother but not as thick as my father's beard. I have green eyes which I inherited from my late mother as well. Dad say I'm just as pretty as my late mother. I don't believe it.

I was born sickly since I was a baby, that is why Dad never let me do anything dangerous. When it's get dark he would make sure that I'm inside the house. He never take me to have camps or go hunting like any other Viking family, afraid I'm getting sick. Ever since Mom died, he become overprotective of me. Though I'm annoyed that he doesn't allow to do this and that, I know that he only look after me. After all, I'm the only thing left for him.

What he doesn't know (but I think he found out somehow), is I always snuck into the woods and I still come back in one piece. At the same time I gather herbs and flowers. When I was 7 years old (or 8, I don't really remember), Dad let me work for Gobber in the shop. At least he let me do other things than drawing and doing house chores. "Irene!" Gobber called me.

"Yes!" I dropped as many axes I could bring to the counter. He and other Viking warriors grab each one and went back to the battle field. They give another battle cry and fight the dragons. One managed to say "Good morning" to me.

I sighed. If only Dad let me fight dragons… But everyone knew due to my sickly body I won't survive against them.

Anyway, if I can at least kill a dragon, just one dragon, Dad will trust me more. I looked at the dragons from the counter. For some reason… I think they were scared of something. I knew it. Every time they raid our village as soon they grabbed food or sheep they would flew quickly as if their lives depended on it. And it's not us they were afraid of… Another dragon maybe?

Another blast of fire set a house on fire. I squinted my eyes. I can see someone throw a bucket full of water to them. He turn his back and I blush. It was Astro, the cutest boy on the entire island and my childhood crush. I really like his long blond hair and how his blue eyes sparkled under the light.

I looked around. Dad and Gobber are busy with dragons, the same goes to the other adults. Astro lead the other teenagers to set off the fire that burn the houses. Their job is so much cooler than mine who stuck behind a counter. Anyway, everyone too busy with whatever they're doing in the middle of this chaos. Good, no one will notice me. Quietly, I dragged my new invention from the back door to the clear filled where our sheep graze. As I set down my invention, some sort of catapult, I saw movements in the sky. It's a Night Fury!

I grabbed the handle of my invention. He moves to the left and… There! I pressed the the button. Nets flew off and it hit the dragon! It give a roar as it crashed to the woods. I stood there completely in awe.

"I did it! I downed a dragon! A Night Fury!"

ROAR

I whipped my head behind and there is a Monstrous Nightmare looking straight at me. I froze. I don't have any shield or weapon with me. All I can do is evade it and run and maybe pray.

It stare at me with calculating eyes. I just stood there. My hands gripped the hem of my green dress. It shot a ball of fire, effectively burn my invention. I fell to the ground on my butt, surprised. I stare at the dragon's eyes, tears threatened to fall from my eyes. It hovered me and roar mightily.

I scooted backwards, away from the beast. It lower its head close to me height. It opened his mouth and-

"IRENE!"

Dad?

Dad punched it on the face and Gobber grabbed me. "Take her inside!" Dad yelled as he once again punched the Monstrous and wrestle against it.

"Come on, Irene!" He pulled me and drag me to my house. I looked behind me. Dad and other warriors are busy fighting it.

Gobber pushed me inside the house and into my room. "Stay. Put." He exited the room and back fighting dragons. I sat on the floor. Never once in my 15 years of living I was this close to a dragon. Never. But I think… it won't hurt me… But Dad says dragons always hurt humans.

I listen to the commotion outside. Slowly but sure, it quitted down. When roars stop, I'm pretty sure the raid is over. Dad entered my room, looking angry. "What are you doing back then?" Yup, he's angry. Livid. Enraged. Horrified. You get the picture.

"I… try to kill a dragon?" Well, at least I'm telling the truth.

"No! Irene! You are not allowed to do that! You can be anything but not… This!"

"But if I can at least kill one my life would be better!"

"Your life is just fine as it is now! Just don't… do anything related to dragon…"

"…I just want to become like you guys… You surely want a true Viking for a daughter... I want to be that kind of daughter..."

Dad's mouth opened for a few seconds before he closed it. He looked to the side, unable to look at me at the eyes. Seeing this, I also cast my eyes to the side.

All I want is to become a Viking, to be accepted by everyone else in this town and Dad would be proud, is it too much to ask?

Yeah, it took me so long to update and I'm rewriting this story...

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