Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon and do not own any of the character. Halla and Ash are based on character from the movie, but have been modified for my story

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I want to warn anyone reading this story that due to school starting I may not be writing as much as I used to, but give me time and I will update I don't plan on ditching this story ever. I will update when I can.

Also I am starting to revise, review, and correct the starting chapters because yes I did reread them and some of them have errors I can't ignore, so I will be updating as I correct chapters.


Gobber's point of view

After leaving Halla at home, I went back to the village only to hear that Stoick had called a meeting. The Vikings had begun to gather in the large main hall of the village. The main hall decorated with tapestries of vicious slayers, dragons, mini victories, and painting of old battle. From the ceiling dangled a solid golden dragon screaming in agony as a sword ran through its belly. Stoick stood in front of a large circular table with a fire pit in the middle, a map laid out in front of him. He was leading the meeting, discussing to the others what our next plan would be about the dragons. 'He's going to set up another trip to the nest' I thought, sitting at one of the further tables with a cup of mead having no interest of being in between so many sweaty Vikings.

"Either we finish them or they'll finish us!" He yells, making sure every viking could hear him. "It's the only way we'll be rid of them. If we find the nest and destroy it the dragons will leave. They'll find another home." He plunged his knife into the map right where he thought the nest to be. "One more search before the ice sets in," he continues straightening himself to impose his large build. 'I knew it' I thought, rolling my eyes.

"But those ships never come back," someone shouted.

"We're Vikings, it's an occupational hazard. Now's who's with me?" He says as he looks around the room. His great Vikings were looking around nervously and uttering weak excuses. "Alright. Those who stay will have to look after Halla." Knowing what this task meant, the room burst with agreements and battle cries some even raising their weapons in anticipation.

"I'm with you Stoick," yelled Spitelout, Stoick's second in command, also Snotlout's father, "Only because you hate his daughter," I thought 'especially after punching your brute of a son.' I sigh knowing that all these Vikings would rather get killed by a dragon than to stay and look after his troublesome daughter, but Stoick pretended to ignore that fact as he nods his head and shouts "That's more like it."

The room began to empty and soon there was only him and I. "Alright, I'll pack my undies," I say, standing up ready to pack up for his dangerous mission, my hand a large wooden mug now only half full of mead.

"No, I need you to stay here and train some new recruits." I sat down again knowing where this is going and Stoick joined me. Sometimes it was hard being the chief's best friend.

"Oh perfect. And while I'm busy Halla can cover the store. Molten steel, razor sharp blades, lots of time to herself what could possible got wrong?" I say, chugging some of my mead, to rid the thoughts of everything that could go wrong with Halla alone in the forge.

"What am I going to do with her Gobber?" Stoick asked, looking lost dragging his hand over his face.

"Put her in training with the others." I say, knowing that this was the only way to help Halla and knowing that Stoick was going to object.

"No, I'm serious." He says giving me a bewildered stare, wondering why I would say something so preposterous.

"So am I." I say looking him straight in the eye.

"She'd get killed before you let the first dragon out of its cage." He says panicking as he threw one of his arms in the air. I could only imagine the images running through his head.

"Maybe that's because you haven't taught her what to do. You've been so busy shielding her from the world, she knows nothing about how to handle it and besides, ya don't know that."

"I do know that." He snaps.

"No ya don't." I snapped back.

"Yes, actually I do." He says his head getting closer, his voice getting louder.

"No ya don't! The girl can handle herself if she needs to she took care of Snoutlout easy enough"

This got Stoick attention "what happened to Snoutlout?" I shake my head "Its not important just know she can handle herself." I say not wanting to get off track from Halla and dragon training.

"Listen, you know what she's like. Ever since she could crawl she's been different," Stoick sighed in frustration. "She doesn't listen and has the attention span of a sparrow. I'd try to take her fishing and she'd go hunting for trolls."

"Trolls exist! They steal yer socks. But only the left ones. What's with that?" I shout interrupting him as I swirl my drink around truly wondering why trolls do what they do.

"I mean when her mother died-"

"Oh, here we go," I muttered to himself, not meaning for Stoick to actually hear.

"What" asked Stoick truly surprised by my reaction to this topic.

"Is it really your wife death that your concerned about or about the reaction that Halla had to her mother death."

There was a long pause in the conversation the atmosphere suddenly turning heavy. I knew Stoick didn't like to talk about his deceased wife, but this was something he needed to know hear. "Halla should have never been outside, she should never had followed her mother outside." Stoick said, trying to sound indifferent. I knew that the images of that night were flooding back, before he could get to stuck in the past I spoke.

"It's not her fault, she wanted to know what the commotion was outside-" I say trying to defend the lass, but I was interrupted by Stoick.

"I know that…" he snaps sighing "she saw her mother being tossed up into the air by a Monstrous Nightmare, watched as her mother was set on fire and dropped right in front of her you know what she was like after that." His face became sober, but his fists were clenched.

"I remember, " I say looking down at my mug trying my best to not think of Halla during that time. The crying girl with dead eyes, I shivered just thinking about it. 'I remember better than you do.' I thought a bit bitter 'after all while you were off looking for her mother killer I was the one taking care of her' I thought, taking a deep chug of mead, my cup almost empty.

"I lost her mother to a devil I won't loose Halla to one to. I had to watch my little girl watch her mother burning body, I watched as she tried to put the fire out with her blanket. I mean for Thor's sake she came out to a battle field with a blanket."

I just sat there trying to bloke the memory of the gloomy girl that would smile to the world while she was awake while screaming in agony in her sleep from nightmare. To distract myself I tried to fish out my fake tooth that had fallen into the mug.

"I know what it takes to be a Viking Gobber. You have to crush mountains, level forest, tame seas! Halla is not that girl." He says shaking his head.

"You can't stop her Stoick. You can only prepare her. The truth is the two of us won't always be around to protect her. She's going to get out there again, she probably out there now." I say looking over at Stoick, to see if anything I said had stuck. He seemed to be lost in thought, clearly thinking about what was best for his daughter's future. 'Besides that girl may not be able to crush mountains, level forests, tame seas, but she is strong, stronger than you'll ever know Stoick" I thought as I get up off my seat, patted my best friends shoulder, and walking out of the meeting hall to give him time to think. 'His decision will change everything,' I thought, walking back to the forge.