Hey guys, it's me again! This story is not a follow up from The Dragon's Mark. This story is actually the movie, except Hiccup is a girl and named Hali. I made a story like this when I was first starting to write and it is honestly horrible. There was no description what-so-ever in that story. So, here it is! Told in Toothless' and Hali's point of view. Rated T for language and other things. HaliXToothless. Male!Aster Some of my stories may be a follow up from this one as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon

This is Berk

My name's Hali. I am fourteen and, well, this is Berk. Twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death; it's located solidly on the meridian of misery. An island that gets raided every once and a while by dragons. Mostly on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. This island is full of dragon-killing Vikings. Just about everyone here is a Viking. I may be the only one who isn't. Don't get me wrong. I do not want to be a Viking. Unless the rules about dragon-killing is changed, I will not want to become a dragon killer anytime soon. On this island, you're supposed to hate dragons, but to be honest with you, I don't. I think they're magnificent creatures. Nevertheless, the dragons don't like us. Most of the time, they'll be nicer to me than the others.

I was currently sleeping peacefully in my room, until I smelled smoke which woke me up. 'Well, fuck!' I thought crossly. The house was on fire. Again. Jumping out of my bed, careful not to have my green tunic or my brown vest to catch on the bed posts, I made my way down the stairs, narrowly avoiding a falling beam. I grabbed the door and pulled it open, only to be greeted by a Monstrous Nightmare. I shut the door just before the dragon was able to roast me. Breathing heavily, I muttered, "Dragons," I turned around and cautiously opened the door. I saw the deep scarlet dragon fly off, probably chasing after a sheep. I hurriedly stepped outside, shutting the door tightly behind me.

I then ran off towards the forge. Why? Well, ever since I was seven, I had been working in the forge with my mentor/friend, Gobber the Belch. He didn't get that title for nothing. In the Great Hall, my father and Gobber were having a drinking contest. They had drunk over ten mugs and Gobber let out a mighty belch. Gobber had been titled "the Belch" ever since.

Once when my dad was away, Gobber challenged me to a drinking game. I won by a long shot. Gobber wasn't going easy either. I beat him by five mugs. I drank fifteen while Gobber drank ten and passed out. I had to drag him all the way to the forge. It was very difficult, considering he was a large man. Both height and width.

Anyway, I ran through the flaming village, the Vikings shouting at me telling me to get out of the way. I shook my head at them and collided with one who landed on top of me.

"Mornin' Hali!" he cheered happily. He then leaped off me and dove for a Gronckle who in turn, flung him off like a bug. Suddenly, a sharp pain moved its way through my back. I looked over to my back and saw a blue line shining through my green tunic. Sighing, I stood up, and looked around to see if anyone noticed my glowing back. No one had.

If you're wondering why my back is glowing, it's because I have a sort of vine-ish birthmark on my back. It glows blue anytime a dragon is near. But it glows bright, and I mean bright, blue when a certain type of dragon is near. I'll get to that later. I dashed towards the forge, only to be pulled back by a strong force.

"Can't I just get to the damned place I want to go without being interrupted?" I complained loudly. I looked over to see my father, Stoick the Vast, holding me up by the collar of my tunic. They don't call him "the Vast" for nothing either. The man is HUGE! His fiery red beard was too. Right now, he looked exasperated.

"Hali Horrendous Haddock the Third!" he shouted accusingly to me. Why must he use my full name every time he sees me? "What are you doing out? Get inside!" I nodded quickly and dashed towards the forge, hoping to not be interrupted again. I sighed, relieved as I pulled my apron on and nodded my hello to Gobber who was hammering at a broken sword.

"Ah, nice o' yeh ter join the party!" he exclaimed as I made my way towards the scattered weapons on the floor. "I tho' yeh'd been carried off!" I turned to look at him, a horribly faked hurt look on my face.

"What, who me?" I asked as I lifted the blade onto its rack. "Nah, I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." I flexed my non-existing muscles.

"Well, they need toothpicks, don' they?" he asked, jokingly. I stuck my tongue out playfully at him. I ran over to the shutters and opened them, allowing the Vikings to drop in their damaged weapons. I picked up the layer of poorly scraped weapons. Hoisting them onto the fire, I burnt my hand by shoving it onto the fire where the weapons only were supposed to go. I swore loudly as I shoved my hand into the water barrel next to me.

"Watch out! That fire's hot!" Gobber told me. I deadpanned.

"Oh really? I hadn't noticed." I said sarcastically. I heated the fire up more than I probably needed to. I was then distracted from my work when I heard an explosion close to the forge. Looking out through the window, I saw five teens attempting to put out fires.

The chubby boy with blonde hair is Fishlegs. He is basically the dragon encyclopedia. Seriously, ask anyone. If you ask him one small question about dragons, his mouth was running and you won't be able to stop it.

The bulky girl with the short black hair and pale blue eyes is Snotlout. She's my cousin surprisingly. She is nothing like me! She always makes fun of me. I find it quite rude.

Then, the twins with the greasy blonde hair are Ruffnut and Tuffnut. They fight pretty much every second of every day. They look like they hate each other, but I can tell they won't survive without one another or with each other.

Then, the 'leader' of the group, Aster. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. He doesn't pick on me like the rest does, but he just shoots glares at me every day. I used to have a crush on him, but ever since he turned 15, he's been a real jerk.

I edged forward slightly, only to be pulled back by Gobber. "Really? By the collar again?" I asked, outraged. He set me down in front of him.

"Hali, you know you are not experienced enough to go out into the raids." he told me sternly.

"I know I'm not." I replied indignantly. "I didn't want to go into the raids, I just wish I had some of the other kids for my friends."

He stepped towards me and laid his hand on my shoulder. "They'll grow on yeh. Jus' give it some time." Both our heads shot up when an explosion sounded dangerously close to the forge. "Alrigh'. Watch the forge, Hali. They need me out there. Stay. Put. There – You know what I mean." And with a loud YARG, he ran into the battle. There was no way I was staying here and watch these dragons get murdered. So, I grabbed my journal from my workspace and ran out of the forge, accidentally setting my bolas launcher off.

"Sorry!" I called to the Viking who got hit with the bola that was shot. I weaved through the other Vikings as I made my way to the cliff I always sat at when I needed some thinking time. I slowed my pace as I neared the cliff. There were no dragons being killed in this spot. When I was about to sit down, I tripped on something that almost caused me to tumble off the edge. I clutched the grass beneath me. I heard a whoosh over my head. Looking up, I saw a bolas flying towards the sky. Then, a pain filled screech passed through the sky. I followed the sound and saw a dark mass that got tangled in the bolas fly towards Sunhigh Cove.

"Oh no," I muttered under my breath as I felt my back burning. "No, please don't tell me that was a dragon!" I stood up, my journal still at hand, the memory replaying in my mind. "No, that was a dragon! Oh no, what did I do?" I felt tears beginning to form. I looked down to see my old bola launcher. "Oh damn it all! Would anyone else like to make me feel worse?" I looked around, not really expecting to see anyone. But I saw a Monstrous Nightmare.

"Except for you," I said in my I-am-so-dead tone. The dragon huffed. I had two options. On one hand I could stand here and wait to be roasted. On the other hand, I could run for my life and hope someone would help me. I chose the latter. I ran off the cliff, not being able to scream because I didn't feel like it. I looked back to see the dragon staring at my back. Oh that! You remember how I said my birth mark glows whenever a certain dragon was near by, right? Well, that certain dragon was a Night Fury. From my hypothesis, I believe that I captured a Night Fury. The birth mark would usually stay burning for a while. Why? No clue. Then, the dragon flew off.

'Why did he just fly off?' I thought, staring after the flying shape of the dragon. 'Alright, I can't stand here like a statue. I have to get home before my dad sees-' I turned around and low and behold, my father was charging straight towards me. It took me a moment to realize that I was in the plaza. I saw no dragons around. 'We lost.' My father ran into me, knocking me to the ground, yet he did not stop running. He must've been chasing after the dragons. I saw him stop a few feet away from me; even though his back was turned to me, I could still feel the anger radiating from him. I saw the Vikings gathering around us.

He turned around, his chest heaving. He stalked towards me and I stumbled as I stood up. "Why must you always let the dragons escape?!" he shouted at me.

I've had it. "Don't shout at me!" I snapped. He's been accusing me every time a raid fails. "I wasn't involved in the fighting and you know that!"

"You could've at least done something to help instead of being useless in that damn forge!" he raged at me. But that was too far. The Vikings here call me useless and I don't care if they do it. But when I hear it from my father, it's too much. Hurt showed clear in my eyes, but not as much as the fury that coursed through me. I clenched my fists, as though preparing to fight him if I had to.

"How dare you call me useless?!" I stepped forward threateningly. I saw his expression soften, as if finally realizing what he called me. But now, it was too late. "The people here may call me that, but you? Of all people to call me that, I wouldn't expect my own father to go against me!"

"Hali, I didn't mean-" he started. The wind blew, showing my reddening face from anger. I felt like I was about to explode.

"Yeah, sure, play the old 'I didn't mean it' card." I spat. "You always say you don't mean the hurtful things you've said to me, but I know you do. Because you wish you had a boy instead!" The Vikings gasped. I then coughed loudly to make my best impression of him. "Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you've brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fish bone!" I pointed to my thin figure.

"Hali, let me explain." he reached his hands out as if in an attempt to comfort me. It won't work, at least, not anymore.

"No! There's nothing to explain. Just go do what you have to. I'm out of here." I huffed angrily and quickly made my way towards my house. It didn't matter if he was my father. That was just too far. I opened the large door and slammed it shut. I knew what I had to do. I had to find that Night Fury before anyone else does. I grabbed a charcoal pencil from my desk near the door. Then, I went out through the back door and into the forest.