Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon.

(Hail POV)

I gaze impassively at my current surrounding having gotten used to such things awhile ago. Its been roughly a month since I've been 'reborn' in this new world and had to leave everything behind, not an easy thing let me tell you. It just goes to show how many things we take for granted like electricity, running water, indoor plumbing, and most of all, comfort food. It's not all bad though, I'm actually very lucky considering that the alternative was a nice cozy stay in hell. Lucky for me, I even got the chance to drag someone here with me, better yet that someone just so happened to be my brother. Still, looking at my brother as he continued to destroy the clearing we were currently at made it clear that he was still mad.

Frankly, I don't know why I would have gone to hell when I was such an outstanding person in my first life. ... Okay sure, I might have laughed at other people's misery on 'occasion', and purposely sabotaged my brother's social life, and secretly thought of starting WW3 before enslaving all of man kind, but that's perfectly normal I swear. Almost everyone has these thoughts every once in a while, there's nothing wrong with that.

Ignoring that, I can still remember how all this happened in the first place...

*Flaskback*

It was a late October night, my brother and I were in his car driving to get a box of donuts after work, well he worked I was currently unemployed. He had been bugging me to pick a carrier other than dancing and to stop freeloading, it was clear that he didn't understand the moral lesson I was trying to teach him, which was that just because someone (me) could help didn't mean they were going to. This was why I was in the passenger seat looking at my phone, checking up on my minio... friends.

Anyways we were about to enter an intersection when a red SUV rammed us from the side making us flip over and skid on the road. It would have been cool if it were an action movie but unfortunately it wasn't.

I was currently upside down and very much in pain, but I was still able to hear the soft voice of my elder brother. "Child ... Child are ... you okay?"

That was his nickname for me, something I had gotten growing up. I was always his favorite of all our other siblings, so I would regularly call him Mel or Miki and he would call me Child or freeloader or 'the bitch that should get a job' but really there was no bite to any of them.

"...Yeah Mel...," I answered as I turned towards him even though blood was starting to cloud my vision. He did not look good.

"That's good... because I'm not... you know I blame you for this ... right?"

"Yeah well ... fuck you too." I waited for the playful comeback that he would usually give back like always but it never came. I glanced at him again and saw that he had stopped breathing yet had that familiar smirk like always. Numbness started to creep up my body and my vision was darkening.

"Ha.. Ha I win..."

I felt a sudden airy feeling and opened my eyes. I saw see my mangled body below me; my face covered in blood and glass, I could see a rib poking out of shirt, my brother wasn't any better some of his bones were popping out and he had a huge cut that ran across his right eye. Looking at my body I see that it's almost completely transparent, so I guessed that I was a ghost now.

My musings were cut short by a sudden light to my right, it was practically blinding and I had to cover my eyes until it faded slightly. I found my brother's ghost being bathed in light dressed in white robes and was slowly ascending upwards. Looking at him I couldn't help notice the serene expression he had.

I stood waiting for my own transformation, I was sure I could get in to heaven, but instead of a holy light shining on me, I saw a dark hole the size of a quarter appear right in front of me. Curiosity got the better of me and I reached with my hand to grab it but before I could even touch it it began to grow bigger slowly beginning to suck in the air around me, snatching my hand back I glanced at my brother who was now about a meter in the air.

This is when I realized that the system was obviously rigged if my brother got to go to heaven and I had to go to wherever this black hole led to. I lost my balance and one of my legs was pulled into the dark gateway. I panicked and did the most logical thing anyone in my position would do; I latched onto my brother's ankle with an iron grip. I would have done barnacles proud!

I could see him look down on me never losing the calm face he now sported. His eyes were clouded with love and kindness. "Sister, let me go. I must go toward the light. I can hear them calling me."

"Oh hell no! Why should you of all people go to heaven," I yelled, the pull getting stronger. All I could think of at the time was that if I had to go to hell I was dragging someone with me.

"Sister." "No." "Sist-" "No." "Sis-" "NO!" "LET GO OF ME YOU LITTLE BRAT!"

His face finally lost that serene expression being replaced by one of annoyance, his heavenly glow disappeared as he fell back toward earth. I could still hear his final words, "I'm gonna kill you!" before everything went dark again.

Everything hurt, I didn't know being dead could hurt so much. I heard groaning to my left and called out to who I hoped was my brother.

"Mel, is that you?"

"Child, you better be dead or else I'm gonna kill you," he groaned.

"Oh good, it is you. You sound different though. Do you know where we are?" I asked, my own voice sounding different now I've taken a moment to listen to it.

"No idea, try to look for a door."

I felt along the walls before I came to what I thought was a doorknob.

"I think I found it," I said opening the door to show a well lit living room.

"Who the fuck are you!" Mel yelled.

"The fuck are you talking abo- WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" I screamed when I turned around to see a boy around 10 years of age with short black hair, blue eyes with bags under them, and really pale white skin.

I quickly searched for a mirror or anything to see my reflection, I found what I thought was a large metal plate. What I saw was a small child with black hair braided into a ponytail with light skin, around five years of age wearing the ugliest dress I had ever seen.

It took a while to take in this new appearance. There was a sudden knock at the door. My brother and I looked at each other before cautiously approaching the door. My brother grabbed a small knife that was lying around, while I grabbed a spoon and wooden plate ready to throw it like a ninja star.

"Who is it," my brother called.

"It's Stoick," a gruff voice answered back.

My brother and I shared a look that went a little like 'the fuck' before the door swung open. Reacting instantly I threw the plate I had at the figure by the door. However, it only managed to hit my brother.

"Whoops, sorry."

The man now known as Stoick passed the threshold with downcast eyes. I instantly recognized who it was, who wouldn't recognize Stoick the Vast and all his vastness.

My brother must have realized who it was as well because we shared another look.

The man looked like God decided to give a mountain legs, then dress it up in armor. He looked at us mildly surprised seeing two young children getting ready to attack.

"Bloodcough, Nitehail" he began. He must have been referring to us since we were the only ones here. "I don't know how to say this but your parents died during the dragon raid." I had then noticed the specks of blood on his face and clothing.

My brother turned to me almost mechanically and wrapped his arms around me, his back to Stoick. To an outsider it might have appeared like a brother trying to console his sister if it wasn't for his hands around my neck choking me as he whispered to me.

"Good job you bitch, not even an hour in and you already made us orphans. I blame you."

*choke*choke* *wheezing* *choke*

"Thank you Chief for informing us. I would like to spend sometime with my sister to let the news sink in, if that's okay."

I looked at Stoick with tears in my eyes, trying to convey that he shouldn't leave me alone with my brother. He must have interpreted it as me being emotionally unstable at the news of my parents death. He nodded and said one final sorry before walking out the door.

It took a all my strength to punch my brother's throat to get out of his death grip. My fight-or-flight instincts kicked in making me flee before he could recover. That night and the flowing nights after were spent hiding and trying to escape my brother before he could kill me.

*End of Flashback*

During that month I saw my brother go through 'my' version of the five stages of grief.

Stage 1: Anger

"Imma kill you, YOU BRAT," he yelled chasing me.

"Mel it wasn't my fault!" I yelled back jumping over our table to put some distance between us.

"If it wasn't for you, I would be in Heaven right now!"

"Mel, think of the children!"

"What children!?"

"Me."

"Aaarrrggg!" He lounged over the table.

Stage 2: Denial

"This is just a dream. That car must have hit us and I'm at the hospital in a coma. My sister is probably dead but I could live with that.i just wake up from this nightmare and everything will be right with the world. Hahahaha..."

Stage 3: Compromise

"God, I know you're out there! Please take me back! It was all this Bitch's fault. I'm here! I know I'm meant to be up there in Heaven! God! Odin! Anyone!"

And his current stage, Stage 4 & 5: Rage and Acceptance

We were currently in a clearing near the woods and Mel was destroying anything he could get his hands on, which was one of the reasons why I was currently sitting on top of a large boulder. I was just watching him take out all his anger and frustration, I was sure he was slowing down.

"Mel, are you done yet?" I asked watching him throw a semi-large rock at a tree with a carving of my face.

"Yeah. Wait there's one more" he said throwing another rock at the tree, "okay, I'm good now."

"Oh, good," I said getting off my boulder. "Now, while you were busy... (looking around) destroying stuff, I took it upon myself to gather some information about us."

Mel looked at me with a blank face. He did always know how to hide his emotions well.

"Apparently, our parents were fishers and a Nightmare attacked them on their ship. On the plus side, it got captured. So I found out you got your name Bloodcough because you have a lung problem that causes you to cough blood occasionally. You know, not a lot of people thought you were gonna make it, so good for you!" I said patting him on the back.

Mel stilled looked at me with an emotionless face. To a normal person he must have looked mad but I saw that twitch in his eye, he was clearly proud of my detective skills.

"As for me, the night of my birth, I was hit with a stray ball of hail. Which is why they call me Nitehail and apparently my person was already crazy, which might explain why nobody has questioned what I've done yet."

"And what have you done?" He questioned.

"Uhhh... nothing important," I said innocently.

-A few days ago-

"Hey you, what do you know about me," I shouted before grabbing their beard and bringing them down to my eye level. I glanced up at the bucket he wore as a helmet.

-End Flashback-

Third Person POV

Bloodcough let out a long sigh, bringing his hand to the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes, he finally responded, "Doesn't matter, good job I guess."

She smirked, "I knew you'd be proud!"

The young man turned boy again shook his head and said, "Look. I'm sorry for trying to kill you this past month. I guess I was just frustrated about this situation and I've been blaming you for everything."

"Aww, it's okay. All that matters is you and me, best friends for life... and the afterlife! Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Anyways what have you been doing other than destroying stuff?"

"Well, I knew I would eventually forgive you so I've been finding ways for us to survive. As much as I hate to admit it, it looks like we're stuck in this world. How to Train Your Dragon might have been a PG movie, but for all we know this could be the complete opposite. We can't trust anything from that movie."

"So what's the plan?"

"I'm kinda reluctant on making any big changes but if we're gonna survive this we're gonna need all the advantages we can get. I've looked around the village and made a list of things we can exploit. So far we've lived off the charity of the villagers, but that's not gonna last long so we have to make plans now on how to fend for ourselves."

"Stop stalling. What's your plan?"

Bloodcough looks hesitantly towards his sister before answering.

"I have knowledge I'm willing to trade so we can get a steady source of food and make our lives easier."

"Oh thank god! I hate it here. There's no toilets, toilet paper, or beds! It's just wood with fur on top! Not to mention these people have no sense of personal hygiene or hot water for that matter. It's cold as freeze your balls off here and it's summer! And have you tasted the food! It's so bland, I've had rice that had more flavor."

Bloodcough grimaced and gave a short nod," I've noticed. Thankfully, we kept our memories and I can fix some of those problems."

"So, what are you going to trade?"

"Sugar..."

"Huh?"