Chapter 1

An Island becomes in view on the horizon.

This is Berk

It's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery.

My village, in a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations but every single building is new.

We have fishing, hunting and a charming view of the sunsets.

A herd of sheeps are grazing on a clearing.

The only problems are the pests.

One of the sheeps is taken away by something.

You see, most places have mice, or mosquitos,

We have...

A young girl, around the age of fifteen, opens the door to her house only to slam it shut when a blast of fire comes hurling at her.

"Dragons." she mutters to herself.

Dragons are setting fire to the clearings and taking sheeps as pray.

Most people would leave. Not us, we're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues.

A dragon with sharp horns takes a sheep, then a Viking jumps, grabbing the sheep and trying to take it back.

Another Viking is being carried by a small dragon with short wings.

The girl runs out of her burning house and into the chaos.

My name's Astrid.

Astrid starts ducking and dodging all the dragons and Vikings.

Great name, I know, but it's not the worst.

Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls.

Like are charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.

Astrid is knocked to the ground by a Viking.

"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh" He says, but then realizes who she is, his face gets a bright smile and he says in a cheery voice "Mornin'."

Astrid soon gets up and and starts running up the stairs as Vikings are all telling her things she's heard many times before.

"What're you doing' here?"

"Get back inside."

"Get out."

"Get back inside."

Just as Astrid is about to run into a line of fire, someone pulls her back by her shirt.

"Astrid! What she doin' out agai-" he starts to ask but then looks right at her and says "What are you doin' out? Get Inside." He pushes her away and looks to the sky.

That's Stoick the Vast, chief of the tribe.

They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragons head clean off it's shoulders

Stoick picks up a wagon and throws it at a nearby dragon, knocking it down.

Do I believe it? Yes I do

Stoick turns around to another Viking.

"What have we got?" Stoick asks the Viking.

"Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks, oh and Hoark says he saw a Monstrous Nightmare." He Replies.

A dragon shoots fire nearby them.

The Viking ducks out of the way while Stoick just simply brushes off some ember on his shoulder.

Stoick still looking in the sky asks the Viking "Any Night Furies?"

"None so far."

"Good"

Astrid runs into a forge, throws on an apron, and is greeted by her mentor, who just so happens to be missing a hand and a leg

"Oh nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off." Her mentor says.

"Who, me? Come on, I'm way to muscular for their taste." Astrid replies, jokingly, as she lifts a hammer. "They wouldn't know what to do with all this." She adds, flexing.

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't?" Her mentor replies changing his hand to a hammer

Astrid opens the window to the forge, only to be greeted by Vikings shoving weapons in her face.

She takes them, struggling to carry them.

The meathead with attitude and the interchangeable hands is Gobber.

I've been his apprentice since I was little.

Well, littler.

Astrid takes the weapons and puts them on a heater, quickly heating them up.

Meanwhile, Stoick is gathering men near a watch tower.

"Move to the lower defenses. We'll counterattack with the catapults."

A house was soon set on fire.

See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses.

Another house was on fire near the forge.

"Fire!"

"Alright let's go!" said a nasally voice.

Astrid new that voice from anywhere. As she was in the forge she had a clear view of what was happening.

A group of five teens start working together to put out the fire.

Oh, and that's Fishlegs,

Said viking was a tall and chubby viking with blonde hair, a small helmet, and a nerdy guy. The only reason he doesn't get picked on is his size.

Snotlout,

Snotlout was a short stubby viking who is Astrid's main bully. Either he picks on her or he hits on her, but she likes neither.

The twins:Ruffnut and Tuffnut,

The twins are Astrid's other bullies. Where they got their names are pretty easy to figure.

And…

An explosion is shot behind an auburn haired boy

Hiccup

The last viking in the group was Hiccup. It may not be the greatest name but for the people of Berk it struck fear into their minds. He was only a little bit taller than Astrid by a few inches. Although he looked scrawny he can lift and fight with an axe.

Astrid was head over heels in love with this guy but was oblivious to it.

As Hiccup and the other teens ran past the forge astrid was leaning out and looking at them, more specifically Hiccup.

Oh, their job is so much cooler

As Astrid started climbing out the window, Gobber grabbed her and pulled her back

"Oh come on. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark." Astrid whined.

"You've made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places." Gobber replied, lightly jabbing at her stomach.

"Please, two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will get infinitely better. I might even get a date."

"You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe." Gobber started listing, then grabbed a bola "You can't even throw one of these!"

Almost coincidentally, a viking grabbed the bola out of gobber's hand and threw it at a dragon.

"Ok, fine, but this," Astrid said, gesturing to her invention, The Mangler "will throw it for me." she said patting it. But as she did, it went off and hit a viking in the face, knocking him out.

"See? Now this right here is what I'm talking about!" Gobber scolded

"Mild calibration issue-" Astrid started.

"Astrid! If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all…" Gobber gestured to all her "this." he finished.

"But you just pointed to all of me."

"Yes," Gobber said jabbing Astrid in the shoulder. "That's it! Stop being all of you."

"Ohh…"

"Oh, yes."

"You, sir, ar playing a dangerous game. Keeping this much raw Vikingness contained? There will be consequences!" Astrid said, half jokingly half seriously.

"I'll take my chances." Gobber said, deadpanned. "Sword. Shparpen. Now." He continued handing Astrid a sword, which she struggled to carry. She brought it over to the sharpener.

One day, I'll get out there.

Because killing a dragon…

Is everything around here.

A group of dragon start tearing apart a farm and stealing sheep.

A Nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed.

Another dragon start stealing fish.

Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me a boyfriend.

Another dragon with two heads explode a house from the inside.

A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status.

On a watch tower, stoick and some other men were getting ready to fire the catapults.

"They found the sheep!" one of the men said.

"Concentrate fire over the lower bank." Stoick said, moving the catapult.

"Fire!"

The catapult hit a Nadder, knocking it out.

And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare.

Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.

As Stoick looked over the watchtower, A monstrous Nightmare came out of nowhere and set itself on fire.

"Reload!" Stoick said twirling the hammer in his hand. "I'll take care of this."

Stoick hit the night twice before it even knew what hit him. But then Stoick saw something in the sky.

The Nightmare must have seen it too, because it scrambled away.

But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one's ever seen.

A loud screeching was heard.

We call it the…

"Night Fury!"

"Get Down!"

Just then, a shot of blue and purple hit the tower.

"Jump!" Stoick yelled as he jumped from the tower.

This thing never steal food, never shows itself and… another shot… never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury, which is why I'm going to be the first.

"Man the forge, Astrid. They need me out there," Gobber instructed, adjusting an axe on his arm. "Stay. Put. There." Astrid stared at him blankly. "You know what I mean."

And with that, he disappeared into the chaos with a battle cry.

As soon as Gobber was out of sight, Astrid took off her apron and threw it carelessly, to Thor only knows where, and grabbed The Mangler and ran out the door, ignoring all the attempts of Vikings telling her to get back inside.

After finding a quiet place outside the village, she set up The Mangler and aimed it towards the sky.

"Come on," she whispered. "Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at,"

Just then, Astrid saw the stars disappearing as if something was in front of them. Soon after spotting it she heard the distinct screeching of the one, the only Night Fury.

And another tower was blasted. Testing her luck she shot a bola. She was kicked back by the force but as she got up she heard the screeching again and saw the dragon go down in the forest. Slowly a smile crept on her face.

"Whoa, I hit it?" she said, surprised. She jumped up in the air saying "Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?" she asked, turning around, to no one in particular.

Then, she heard a loud crash behind her. She cringed and slowly turned around only to become face-to-face with a Monstrous Nightmare.

"Except for you" she added.

Meanwhile, Stoick and some other men caught a couple of Deadly Nadders when they heard the scream of none other then Astrid. Stoick looked up to see the silhouette of and all too familiar girl. Close by, Hiccup facepalmed.

"Do not let them escape!" Stoick ordered before running after Astrid.

Astrid was dodging the shots of fire before hiding behind a pole. As she looked over one side of the pole, the dragon came around the other side.

Just as it was about to fire, Stoick came out of nowhere and knocking the dragon away.

The dragon tried firing but only a weak flame came out.

"You're all out." Stoick said darkly before punching the dragon until it flew away.

Oh, and there's one more thing you need to know

The pole soon fell down revealing the scrawny girl standing behind. Astrid smiled nervously.

The pole kept crashing into things and Astrid cringed.

"Sorry, dad." Astrid said, not looking her father in the eyes.

Yep, you heard right. Stoick 'the vast' Haddock was Astrid's Father.