Hiccup shut the door of the house with force. Every time! Every time she made a mistake her father humiliated her. He thought he was just raising her with 'the Viking way', but she knew he could do that in the privacy of their home and not outside for the whole village to see! He just didn't… he didn't know how to raise a daughter.

She understood that. She accepted that. But she wasn't lying! Hiccup had really shot down a Night Fury! Well if no one believed her, she would go out on her own. Nobody cared enough to stop her. She would show them that she wasn't lying, that she was capable of being a viking as much as they were.

Hiccup left the house using the back door, to avoid any of the taunts she would undoubtedly receive. She knew the woods of the island like the back of her hand, she spent a lot of time there. It was like a second home to her and even with the setting sun and darkness approaching she didn't fear getting lost.

Being in the woods helped her relax and get away from… everything. From her father, from the bullies, from the scrutiny of the tribe. Her only friends were Gobber and Ruffnut, as sad as that sounded, she didn't mind. The other teens her age weren't that kind to her. Her cousin made fun of her constantly, the twins always joined in, but Ruffnut always did so in a teasing way, not like the cruel way the two boys did.

Fishlegs was her friend once, but ultimately he succumbed to the pressure of being one of the 'cool' vikings. And Arne… Arne was indifferent mostly, he didn't make fun of her, he even helped her at some points in her life, but he wasn't friendly either. He strived for greatness and was Stoick's favorite without really trying.

Stoick always talked about Arne, how great the boy was, how he will grow up to be a great viking, how the boy would make a great Chief. Like Hiccup didn't know these things, the crush she had on the boy was enough proof that she did. She hid the crush as best as she could, not because she cared what others thought, no. She hid her crush because her disinterest in the subject was the only thing keeping Stoick away from arranging a marriage with the boy's father.

She walked through the forest with confidence, she had drawn a map in her notebook just to keep track of the places she had been already. Hiccup crossed out another place on the map, no Night Fury there. This was getting irritating. She knew that the God's had it out for her, it was already obvious at that point! So why, oh why, couldn't they give her a break?

"Oh, the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an ENTIRE DRAGON?!" She exclaimed, airing her frustrations to the sky as she shut her notebook forcefully.

She slapped a branch out of her way, but it came back and caught her eye in its way. Hiccup glared at the branch with hatred, but something got her attention. The branch was snapped – scratch that – the whole tree was snapped in half. The only thing that could've done that would be… the Night Fury!

Hiccup followed the ditch that had been carved out by the falling dragon. She didn't care about the dirt she got on herself as she ran forwards, twisting her ankle a bit, she didn't feel the sting, she was too excited. As she reached a small hill peering over it, she was it. The Night Fury was there! Bound and helpless, easy to kill.

She approached the dragon carefully. It seemed to be dead already, that didn't diminish her spirits, all she needed was a part of it to show to her father and then… then he would leave her alone, she would show what she could do and he would finally be proud of her.

"Oh, wow. I did it. Oh, I did it!" she could help but exclaim, "This fixes everything! Yes! I have brought down this mighty beast!" she boasted as she put her leg on the body.

The body under her foot moved, startling her quite a bit, she took out her dagger with shaking hands. The dragon was alive, that changed things.

"I'm going to kill you, dragon. I'm going to cut out your heart and take it to my father." Her voice trembled, but she kept trying to reassure herself, "I'm a Viking. I am a VIKING!"

Hiccup looked over the dragon, from its bound tail to his open – oh Thor it was open – eye. She tried to steady herself, but her eyes kept going back to the frightened eyes of the dragon. Those eyes were so… human. The Night Fury was as scared as she was.

"I did this," she whispered to herself, her voice filled with remorse.

She lowered her dagger as she started to feel guilt overwhelm her. She did this. She had taken this beast and shot it out of the sky for her own gain. Hiccup didn't have the guts to go through with it, she didn't have what it takes to take a life for her own temporary gain. Because with her track record, it would be only temporary.

She looked down at the dragon, the dragon had accepted his fate, but Hiccup had other plans. No one believed her, no one would know that she let the dragon go. She kneeled next to the beast, taking the bolas rope and pulling it away from the body, cutting every rope one by one. With the last rope the dragon shot up, pining Hiccup under its claws.

This was it, Hiccup hadn't thought things through, had she? Of course the dragon would be mad! Well, with the hot breath of the dragon fanning her face, she accepted her fate. What a way to go! The tribe's disappointment killed by a dragon, how ironic in a way.

But she wasn't dead. The dragon had leaned in and when she thought it was all over, the Night Fury just roared in her face and flew off. She was alive! She pulled all of her strength and stood up to head back, she didn't make it far as her vision went black.

When she woke up, it was already dark. Oh Thor, her father was probably back home and he was wondering where she was. She did not want to deal with him tonight! But she still made her way home, her bed sounding way better than the cold forest floor.

As she made her way inside, her heart fell when she saw her father still up. She sighed to herself as she tried to get pass him, she didn't succeed.

"Hiccup." Her father's voice stopped her halfway up the stairs.

"Dad," she greeted him back.

"I have to talk to you," Stoick turned to her, his eyes widening at her dirty appearance.

"I have to talk to you too," Hiccup agreed, she would have to tell him that she was giving up on dragons sooner or later, but sooner was better.

"I've decided I don't want to fight dragons anymore."

"I think it's time you learn to fight dragons."

They said at the same time, then again they spoke simultaneously.

"What?"

"You go first," Stoick told her.

"No, no, you go first," she insisted, buttering him up might stop him from getting angry after she told him that she didn't want anything to do with dragons.

"Alright. You get your wish. Dragon Training. You start in the morning." Stoick said in conclusion, without even asking her what she wanted.

"Oh, man, I should've gone first!" Hiccup was panicking, this wasn't the plan, "Uh, 'cause I was thinking, you know, we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings, but do we have enough... bread-making Vikings, or small home repair Vikings-?"

"You'll need this," he said as he pushed an axe that he got from the wall into her hands.

"I don't want to fight dragons," she disagreed trying to push the axe away from herself.

"Come on. Yes, you do," Stoick laughed her statement off.

"Let me rephrase: Dad, I can't kill dragons," she pleadingly told him.

"But you will kill dragons."

"No, I'm really very extra sure that I won't."

"It's time, Hiccup." Stoick forcefully said to her.

"Can you not hear me?!" she exclaimed in frustration.

"This is serious, Hiccup!" Stoick yelped, "When you carry this axe, you carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us. You talk like us. You think like us. No more of... this." He explained gesturing to her.

"You just gestured to all of me," she rebutted in offence.

"Deal?" he asked her.

"This conversation is feeling very one-sided," She complained with a frown.

"DEAL?!" he basically shouted as he pushed the axe to her once again.

"Deal," she sighed as she took the axe, seeing the conversation going nowhere.

"Good," he said satisfied, "Train hard. I'll be back. Probably." He told her as he picked up his things and left the house.

"And I'll be here. Maybe," she whispered to herself, she looked down at the axe she could barely hold up, determination filled her, she knew what to do. "But you won't like what I'm going to be," she said to the empty house with a smirk.

'I wonder what Ruff is up to?' she thought to herself as she let the axe drop from her grasp.

[Updates for this will be 3 times a week. I will (hopefully) update on tuesday, thursday and saturday. Hope you'll enjoy!]