This is Berk. Its twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to 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. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes... We have...Dragons.

As the dragons raged through the village I ran for the closest cover I could find, which happened to be Gobber's armoury, Gobber was a good friend, a little crazy but good none the less. No sooner was I through the door when I was pushed out of the way by hiccup running in like a mad man. "Sorry Olivia!" he opened the front of the shop grabbing the broken weapons and putting them on the fire to be repaired

"Ah Olivia, Hiccup nice of the both you to join us." I didn't answer the old blacksmith, Hiccup spoke to him about the dragons and other things, I wasn't paying attention; I caught a glimpse of the Thorston twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut running passed the window, Tuff stopped at the weapons and glanced at me, the confusion on his face was evident but then again the twins do look confused most of the time, he didn't say anything, he couldn't, his sister grabbed him and pulled him with the rest of the group before he had the chance to.

I heard Gobber laugh at the little incident and I couldn't help but give him a questioning look. "That Thorston boy was certainly taken back by you Oli." he laughs heartily before continuing "And who can blame him!" Gobber patted the scraped back ball of hair on top of my head and chuckled. Hiccup said something around the lines of "Tuffnut? Really?"

"Tuffnut looks at most things like that Gobber, we've lived next door to each for 14 years, we were born a week apart and yet neither of them have ever acknowledged my existence." I told the older Viking in annoyance.

"Until now..." He winked at me and continued his talk with hiccup, Tuffnut was in a weird way... good looking, but by Thor's hammer I'd never admit that openly, my thoughts continued as the dragons rained fire and fury over my home, gronckles and deadly nadders amongst others just attacked for no reason, they take our animals and break our homes... why hasn't anyone questioned why? THWACK! something flew from the back of the shop and out the window smacking someone in the face, I turned and hiccup was next to some large contraption saying something along the lines of "mild calibration issue" Gobber then trying to talk any kind of sense into Hiccup, it was like routine now, I stopped listening a while back and just kept to myself and repaired armour. I knew Hiccup fantasized about killing one of them, for a date and some recognition... one of these days he'll realise that that's not what he was born to do, I don't know what he is born to do but it's certainly not killing dragons. "NIGHT FURY!" BOOM the tower collapses as me and hiccup rush to the window and watch it crumble, Hiccup had this look of determination as he walked back to his post, Gobber grabbed his axe-hand and fixing it on before walking towards the door and then turning towards Hiccup. "Man the fort Hiccup, they need me out there...stay...put...there...you know what I mean." he yelled like any Viking warrior and ran as best he could into battle. Gobber hadn't been gone 5 minutes before Hiccup was out the door with some large contraption; I tried to stop him but failed miserably the next thing I see is The chief Stoicc the Vast yelling at hiccup in the middle of the village, I stood by the group of teens that included Ruffnut and Tuffnut, Astrid Hofferson, Fishlegs Ingerman and hiccups cousin Snotlout Jorgenson, I could hear chuckling from them but I couldn't take my eyes off of hiccup and his father... yes Stoicc is Hiccup's father which I'm guessing is a little daunting at times, it's probably why he thinks he needs to prove himself all the time.

Snotlout bumped into me and turned with a hard annoyed expression "Watch where your-"he recognised me once he'd completely turned round and his face softened slightly and he stepped back. "Morning to you too Snotlout." I smiled at the young Viking, he may be arrogant and selfish amongst other things but if you smile at him long enough he eventually smiles back... that and I may have broken his nose once or twice after a few altercations, he got the message eventually.

"Olivia? What are you doing outside, did something scare you out of your mole hole." but apparently the message had only sunk in halfway, He chuckled along with the twins trying to be a smart-ass; I huffed at him before replying.

"First of all Snotlout where I go or what I do is none of your business, secondly how is your nose feeling?" I looked at him smiling and I got a scared look before I chuckled a little and walked away.

Hiccup was being escorted by Gobber back to his house and I couldn't help but sigh watching him go, I felt for hiccup I really did he was like a brother to me, not to mention my father and Stoicc were very good friends too. Speaking of my father I remembered he should be home soon from a long fishing trip (he missed all the fun), I hurried home passed all the waving people and animals thankful that no dragon had burned it down yet, I rushed up the stairs and into my small room glancing at the closed window that faced the Thorston residence, the only reason I know that is because I opened the window once when I was very young and quickly shut it again after seeing the twins and I never opened it again, my father constantly tells me to open it but I never have, and he isn't crazy enough to go into my room without my consent.

I pulled my small wooden stool from under my bed and sat it in front of my mirror that Gobber had made for me one birthday; I sat and began to braid my hair letting it out of its flimsy confines on top of my head, it fell in red curls across my person and I breathed out in the release, I parted it down the centre of my skull and began the work at hand, my father loves when I braid my hair like this, my mother would do it all the time on me and herself... he misses that and seeing me carrying on my mother's braiding skills makes him smile.

my mother had died when I was about 5 or 6 from illness, it broke my father's heart but Stoicc helped him through it and as the years went on he smiled a little more, also as the years went on most in the village especially dad would tell me the older I got the more I looked like mom, same almond shaped blue eyes, same pointed nose and a bottom lip far fuller than the top, my father's square jaw and large-ish ears.

I was just below average height but I made up for that in build, dainty I am not with broad shoulders and strong legs and arms from climbing the trees beyond Berk and running from place to place so as not to give anyone a reason to start a conversation. my dress sense was very boy-ish according to my father, I refused to go near anything with a skirt so I made myself dark brown leather trousers that tie together at the sides and grey fur boots that stopped just under my knee, most of the time I wear a white long sleeve shirt and a fur button up vest... nothing fancy, I make and repair armour and weapons for a living wearing a dress wouldn't just be stupid, it would be impractical and not to mention dangerous.

by the time I was done I had a crown of braids wrapped round my head, a few tresses had escaped my clutches while working and fell around my face but I didn't mind all that much.

I sighed admiring my handiwork, mom would have been proud.

Under the mirror was a small table I kept trinkets and jewellery but mainly it was the how to a large leather-bound book, I opened the book and grabbed my pencil, this boys and girls is my diary, I keep my thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams in this book and as the days go on ill share with you what I go through what life on berk is like for me.

My name is Olivia Eiron Fullathorn and this is MY story.

Thank you all so much give me pointers or Any ideas for the following chapters, this is going to be the smallest one that I can promise you.

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