Chapter 1 - While Your Pests Buzz Around Your Ears, Ours Breathe Fire

Helga quickly realised that she must have fallen asleep in Hiccup's back room in the forge again because the floor she found herself face down on was most definitely not the clean timber floors they had in their room at home. She could smell the sent of ash and metal that had seeped into the timber. She had a habit of falling asleep in here because she liked to just be in the same room as her twin as he worked on his latest, uhh, masterpiece. She would fall asleep, he would be done, but unable to carry her because of his lack of anything resembling muscle. He would then have no choice but to cover her with a blanket and go home.

Now the reason she was face down on the floor and not on the bench she had no doubt fallen asleep on? The dragon raid that had shaken the building and knocked her off. She could hear the shouting of angry vikings and the ever present roar of dragons coming after their sheep. She pulled herself off the floor, reached for the cane her brother had invented for her and tried to orient herself in the room. She determined the bench was on her right and so her way out was to her left, which made sense as the loudest shouting was coming through in that direction. She walked through, pushing the material door out of the way, and stepped out into the main smithy area. Gobber was already hammering away at weapons that needed quick repair, "Lass, did that brother of yours leave ye alone back there again?"

"I really don't mind Gobber, it makes no difference to me where I sleep," she reassures him, finding the stool set aside for her to use that was out of the way of both Gobber and her brother when he eventually shows up.

"Suit yerself, but ye know I wouldn't mind if he came to ask for help in taking ye home."

"Thank you, but no, we like to be stealthy when going home so as not to wake up dad, and stealthy isn't really something you're good at, no offense," she says bluntly.

"Eh none taken lass, yer not wrong," he shrugs as he continues with his smithing, "now where is that brother of yers? We have a lot of work to do."

"He'll be here soon, I'm sure."

"He better be."

That is where the conversation ended and it gave Helga the opportunity to listen to the mayhem going on around them. Being blind had its ups and downs, but the thing she enjoyed the most was her infinitely better hearing. Would she tell her past ten-year-old self not to enter that burning building if she could? Yes, she most definitely would. However, after five years, she had gotten used to it and decided she was better off living with it and not being depressed. So she enjoyed listening, though her current music choices involved shouting, roaring and screaming, she sat and listened anyway.

She could make out the distinct sound of each dragon species' unique roar and could tell that there was a number of the usual suspects. The Gronkles and Deadly Nadders were usually in small groups and she could hear a few off in the distance. The Zipplebacks and Monstrous Nightmares on the other hand, well, though there were a few, they were going solo causing damage all over the place. Hiccup liked to joke about how although their village, the wonderfully cold and miserable Berk, had been here for seven generations, every single building was new. Well when you had dragons burning them down every other day, what else could you expect?

The inventions her brother usually tried, and seriously, he tried, to make were supposed to help him catch dragons while making up for his lack of vikingness. Mostly he joked about getting a girlfriend out of it, but Helga knew it was mostly so he could get their father's approval. Well, maybe Astrid played a part in his motivations, but she would keep her mouth shut on that one. She was pulled out of her head when she heard the telltale signs of her brother running into the forge, Gobber quick to bring him up on it, "Oh! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off."

"Oh, who me?" Hiccup replied as he walked over to grab his apron, wrapping it around himself, "Come on, I'm way to muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this."

Helga tried to hold in her laughter, she really did, but then Gobber had to go ahead and joke about it, "They need toothpicks don't they?"

She could almost feel her brother glaring daggers into the side of her head, but refused to stop laughing. In the end, he chose to ignore her as he walked over to the window and accepted the weapons in need of repair from the other vikings, carrying them over to the hearth to heat the metal. In the meantime, she heard as the fire brigade, made up of the other teens her age, pulled up outside a house burning nearby.

Firstly, there was Fishlegs, a particularly large boy who, although having a rather viking-like build, was very unviking-like in his mentality. His strengths lied more in his brains than his muscles, something that was not really on a true viking's priority list. He was also unusually sweet, a rare trait among, well, every generation on this island.

Then you had Snotlout, also with a very viking-like build, but he was also holding onto a viking-like mentality in that there was not much mentality going on in his head at all. Was he a complete idiot? Well no, but his only skills lied in his fighting and weapons. He was, in fact, an idiot in everything else.

There was also the other resident pair of twins, Tuffnut and Ruffnut, another fraternal pair of one boy and one girl. However, where Helga and her brother liked to pride themselves on their intelligence, the other twins seemed to pride themselves on their lack of it. How they still functioned after all the times they had hit each other over the head, with a mace, a bludgeon or even a fish, was beyond her.

Lastly, there was the reason her brother had just released a sigh of longing, Astrid. They were all so young when Helga lost her vision, but according to Hiccup, Astrid had turned into the most beautiful girl in the whole archipelago. Which was usually before he tried to turn it around and say Helga was still number one. Though honestly, she could not care less, the last thing she needed was her own brother singing her praises, that was just creepy. Astrid, though, was apparently the single most skilled member of their age group. She was a gifted warrior on top of that beauty and also had the brains to back it up. Good for her.

Helga lost the sound of their movements when she heard Gobber grab her brother by his tunic after he started leaning out the window, no doubt while gazing at Astrid. "Come on, let me out, please," Hiccup protested as Gobber placed him back down, away from the window, "I need to make my mark."

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places," Gobber countered.

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

A date with Astrid you mean, Helga thought to herself.

"You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one of these," Gobber listed and Helga would not have known what 'one of these' were if another viking had not come along, grabbed it and thrown it, the sound of the bola flying through the air her answer.

Hiccup was not going to let it deter him as he walked over to one of his latest contraptions, "Okay, fine, but this will throw it for me."

She heard him gently touch it before something inside it activated and what must have been a bola flew out, striking a viking who was waiting in line. "See?" Gobber shouts, "Now this right here is what I'm talking about!"

"Mild calibration issue…" Hiccup tries to cut in.

"Hiccup!" Gobber interrupts, "If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all this."

Helga was confused until Hiccup incredulously said, "But you just pointed to all of me."

She was actually able to contain her laughter this time as Gobber continued, "Yes, that's it! Stop being all of you."

"Ohh.."

"Oh, yes."

"You sir, are playing a dangerous game, keeping this much raw vikingness contained. There will be consequences!"

"I'll take my chances," Gobber cut in dryly before handing something, most likely a weapon, over to him. "Sword. Sharpen. Now."

It was with that last exchange that Helga's laughter burst out, she was holding both her head and her chest from the laughter. She could feel Hiccup's glare bearing down on her again, "Helga! You're supposed to be on my side."

"Hiccup…pfft…I love you, I do…pfft…and of course I'm always on your side, but…pfft…come on, that was hilarious," she said between her laughter, "Pfft...raw vikingness, good one."

"Oh yeah? Just see if I fix your cane the next time you break it over Snotlout's head," he said, and she could hear the sound of his shoes stomping as he huffily walked over to sharpen the sword.

She just kept laughing because she knew he would always fix her cane, no matter how hard she laughed at his expense.

The sounds of battle continued around them as she finally contained her laughter, but it was at this moment she heard it. No doubt she picked it up before anyone else, but only by a few seconds as the whistling sound of the ever elusive dragon grew louder. "NIGHT FURY!" someone shouted, followed by a "GET DOWN!"

This barely preceded the sound of an explosion, the dragon had, as always, accurately hit one of the towers. The other dragons were never to be underestimated, but nothing compared to the Night Fury. It never steals food, never shows itself and never misses. As if to prove her inner thoughts correct, she heard as it took out another tower with its deadly aim. It was in that moment that she realised she had stood up from her stool, she had no illusions of ever being able to kill a dragon, at least not anymore, not with her handicap. That did not stop the nerves running through her at the thought of a Night Fury being here.

She heard Gobber swap out his interchangeable hand before speaking, "Man the fort, Hiccup. They need me out there."

He was about to leave before turning back around to face Hiccup, "Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean. And keep an eye on your sister."

With that, he was running into the fray, a yell ripping from his lungs as he did. He had barely left before she heard her brother basically rip off his apron and put his fur vest back on. "Hiccup?"

"I'm sorry Helga, I can't miss an opportunity like this, if I catch this Night Fury, they'll finally stop calling me Hiccup the Useless," he said as he put his contraption back together.

"Look, I won't try to stop you, but you have to promise me you'll be careful," she says to him, walking to stand near the door.

He paused before walking over towards her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry Helga, everything will be just fine."

"Now it's when you say stuff like that that I really worry."

"Well, we're twins, aren't we supposed to be worried about each other all the time," he jokes, moving back over to his device.

"Has anyone ever told the muttonhead twins? Because they seem to have not received that memo considering they are usually the ones doing each other bodily harm."

He only laughed before running out the door with his invention. Although she could not see him, she turned her head in the direction of his footsteps as if she could while hoping that he really would be okay.

With no one left in the forge for her to talk to, or listen to, she turned her hearing back out to the rest of the village. She could still hear running and shouting, lots of shouting, but it seemed that things were starting to simmer down. No doubt the dragons were reaching their shot limits. She decided now was as good a time as any to venture back out of the forge. There were no wing beats or roaring nearby so she could safely assume she would be fine to do so. She headed towards the centre of town, hoping she might possibly find her father. After a few moments, she found, well, someone. By that, she actually hit someone's foot with her cane, "Oh sorry, you weren't moving so I didn't hear you there."

She was worried that she may have run into Silent Sven or Gothi with the lack of response, but then they finally spoke and she figured she might have preferred the two people she could not even properly communicate with, "It's okay Helga, it isn't like it hurt. What are you doing out anyway? The raid hasn't ended yet, it's dangerous."

It was Astrid, the one person her brother would love to talk to and the one person she would have preferred not to. "I was alone in the forge and I couldn't hear any dragons nearby, so I figured I would try and find my father."

"Alone in the forge?" she asks, "What about your brother?"

"Uhh…" Helga was not sure in how to reply to that without throwing her brother under the running yak, but it was taken out of her hands when she heard a very familiar scream in the distance, "Hiccup!"

She was about to run in the direction she heard the scream, but Astrid had reached over and grabbed her arm, "Wait, Helga, that's not a good idea. If he's in trouble, then it means a dragon, let's just wait a minute and I can lead you there when it's over."

Helga wanted to argue, but she was smart enough to know that Astrid was right, so she nodded her head and waited. Astrid let her go, but then Helga placed her arm in the crook of her elbow, which most likely surprised Astrid as she felt her tense under her palm. She did not pull away though, for which Helga was grateful, it would be much easier to move about holding onto Astrid then to rely on her cane.

Soon enough, they were moving. Astrid did not bother using words, she simply tugged her to follow and so they started to walk to where Helga was sure was the town centre. At first, Helga was not sure it was the right spot based on the near silence in the area until she heard what had to be a pole, crumble from being burnt before it fell, the fire pit on top rolling down the hill and, releasing some dragons? The sounds alone made her cringe and unknowingly tighten her grip on Astrid's arm. That's when she heard her brother speak, "Sorry, dad."

Oh, okay, so not only had Hiccup caused a bit of a catastrophe, but their father had witnessed it. Their father, Stoick the Vast, the Chief of Berk. She could hear copious amounts of bleating amongst the wings of the dragons as they left, indicating that they were making off with many of the village's sheep. She smelt before she heard Gobber come up beside her and he must have sent a silent signal to Astrid as she took Helga's arm off her own before walking away. Helga did not get a chance to thank her before she was running off, so she focused back on her brother, "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury. Ahh."

His words startled her, and the final noise was probably their father grabbing him by his tunic and dragging him along. Gobber placed a hand at her back to lead her towards where they were going as her brother continued, "It's not like the last few times dad! I mean, I really actually hit it. You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down just off Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there…"

"STOP!" their father shouted, pausing Hiccup in his words and making Helga jump slightly in surprise. "Just stop! Every time you step outside disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed."

"Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't you think?" Hiccup jokes softly making Helga cup her mouth to hold in the snort she would have let out otherwise.

"This isn't a joke Hiccup!" Stoick shouts back. "Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

So Hiccup gets a little foot in mouth syndrome as he replies, "I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I just have to kill it you know? It's who I am, dad."

"Oh, you're many things Hiccup," their father sighs, "but a dragon killer is not one of them. Get back to your house and take your sister with you."

He then turned to Gobber, "Make sure they get there, I have his mess to clean up."

Helga reached out towards her brother, and he knew what she wanted as he grabs her hand before they walk off towards their house, Gobber trailing behind them. As they passed by the other teens, she could hear as the twins and Snotlout started laughing. "Quite the performance," Tuffnut taunted.

"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly," Snotlout says, "That helped!"

"Thank you, thank you, I was trying," Hiccup says as Gobber pushed Snotlout down by his helmet.

Helga did not pass up on the opportunity to hit Snotlout with her cane as she passed him too. As they walked away, she heard his last words, "How does she do that? She can't even see me!"

She simply smirks to herself.

A/N: Thoughts?

So mostly this is just me getting out this idea that has been in my head for weeks and just won't go away, so I figured I'd write it.

Although the story is from Helga's POV, it's still third person, this is because there will be scenes that she isn't present for, which will most likely be from Hiccup's POV, but of course, still third person. I may include a scene or two from Astrid's 3rd person POV, but we'll see. Writing from Helga's first person POV would limit what I could do with the story as, well, my OC is blind, she's obviously not going to be going many dangerous places if the other characters can help it. Which would make for a very boring actionless story. You will also notice that, while my main and, for now, only OC, she isn't the main protagonist, that is still Hiccup, another reason why doing it from Helga's first person POV would be very limiting.

Anyway, I quickly got out the first chapter before I steadily do the rest so I can hear some feedback on the idea or anything else. I wanna see if it's worth continuing passed the first movie into the shows and, of course, the sequels.

So, for now, Seza over and out.