A/N: So...an entire year? Thats a new record...I kinda fell out of writing in general, but I promise, if any of you are still reading this, I will update much much sooner this time. So if anyones out there, enjoy.

Title: Weeping Willow

Summary: Willow is a viking. A very depressed viking that lives in Berk. She's told shes beautiful. That shes talented. The best singer in the village. But she knows better, she believes she was cursed when she was born because of her mothers foolishness in naming her something pretty and not scary. SO she distances her self from everyone, everything. She finds comfort in her own blood and scars. Her father enroles her in training along with the rest of the kids her age doesn't help anything, it simply pushes her further into the abyss that shes created.

Rating: T

Chapter Three: Flying

I pulled furiously at its claws that had clamped down on my bad shoulder. I did not wanna die this way. Not as a meal. It had to be on my own decision.

"Let me go you lizard!", I screamed at it.

Of course it didn't let go, it simply soared even higher. I went limp and simply closed my eyes this was the end. And it wasn't how it was so supposed to end. Oh gods why this way...

And I felt it descending. Great time to get eaten. And I had no way to defend myself. My knife was stuck in the grassy cliff back some way. I opened my eyes and saw grass fast approaching. He was swooping so low I had to pull my legs up. And, then it let go.

I went tumbling across the ground in an extremely ungraceful fashion. When I got my bearings and stood up only slightly dizzy. I lunged for the big stick near me. I looked around. I was in a canyon with no fast way out. The lake wasn't much of an option, I could drown myself before he gets me though. Speaking of it where was it? I looked around for it, whipping hurriedly from side to side. I slowly starting backing up. My back made contact with a towering rock. I heard a growl.

I whipped around falling on my back, my stick raised at it. It was simply a black shadow in the night. One I had never seen before. It couldn't be...A nightfury could it? It growled again a jumped down. Thats when I noticed the odd shape on top of it. It leaned back, it was going to pounce. I closed my eyes tight and waited for the pain of teeth to come.

"Toothless! No! Down boy!". I heard a voice. It was extremely panicked. And familiar

I open my eyes and I see a slim form infront of my, taming the beast. He turns towards me and the moonlight hits his face.

"Hiccup?", I say extemely confused

"Its okay,Willow. Hes harmless."

I look at him like hes crazy. "Hes a flippin dragon, hes not dangerous my ass!".

I stood up and had my stick ready. I twirled it, showing off my spear skills a bit.

"Willow please, listen. Come sit okay." He gestured to the log.

"No. Not with that there." I said whipping my stick to the fire breather. He growled at me.

"He, he won't do anything if I'm here." He said in that od d little way he talked.

I don't trust people. Especially innocent little twerps like him. But for some stupid reason I sat. And held my stick tighter.

"umm Willow...You're wrist..." , He said quietly

I looked down to see that my right arm was all expossedand my left sleeve was all soaked through red. I looked away from his green eyes.

"Willow. I saw you jump. Why would you do that?". He said in a whisper.

"I didn't jump I fell. My arms must have hit something on the way down." I said pathetically.

"Arms don't heal that fast. Those cuts are slightly healed." He said. He grabbed my wrist gently. And for some reason I let him.

"Willow? Do you hurt yourself? On purpose?"

"No." I said blinking the tears away.

He didn't even say anything. He just slowly put his arms around me. I took a deep breath. And then pushed him away.

"I don't want your sympathy." I said quietly. "You don't know what I deal with. A crazy over bearing parent, my clinical depression, the fact that my mother was a complete idiot and named me something pretty!".

He stood and looked my square in the eyes, braver than I've seen him before. "You think its any better with my dad? He in charge here, its worse! He thinks i'm so pathetic he'd take any else to be his son!". He cried at me. "But you can't give up! You can't let the loneliness take you." He said. "But the fact that your still here, after all your wrist tell, proves what a strong person you are.."

"I almost killed myself today! How can you call me strong after that?", I came back at him.

"You put up with it, and drove through it, no matter what you had to do to cope, for fifteen years, Willow."

I gave up and sunk to ground. "I didn't know what else to do."

"Its okay." He said quietly sitting next to me.

"I don't wanna talk about it yet. Tell me about the dragon." I said.

And he launched into the most interesting tale of how he found him injured and helped him. Learned to ride him. Dragons were nothing like we thought they were. And he couldn't stand training.

The sun was peeking up over the horizon when he finished. I felt exhausted but so very wide awake. I looked at Hiccup in the pale morning light.

"Can I ride him?", Was the single question I asked.

He gave me a grin. "Come on."

He climbed up on him and offered me a hand. I gently braced my foot against his side. He growled a bit. But I pushed my self up and threw my leg over him. I slowly settled in on him.

"Hold on!", Hiccup smiled.

I wrapped my arms around him as Toothless took off. I screamed through the take off and we twirled through the sunset streaked clouds. And for the first time in forever, I smiled.