Disclaimer: I do not own 'How To Train Your Dragon'.

The ride home was quiet aside from the screaming earlier. Hanna stopped screaming. She kept her mouth shut and could only glare at her father for practically kidnapping her.

Stoick sighed. "When we get back to Berk, I'm making sure you change."

"I already changed." She hissed.

"Hanna…I turned a blind eye to your training and look what happened. I prayed for the Gods for a second chance. I will not waste it. You are a Viking…its in your blood."

"I was never meant to be a Viking, so save your breath from making me one."

Stoick frowned. But he decided not to retort and turned his back on her, resuming his chiefing. Hanna only huffed, having nothing to do while stuck on the ship with her estranged father.

Pretty soon, she could see Berk on the horizon. Getting closer, she noticed it changed. The buildings increased in numbers and sizes (A/N: Image Berk in the second movie without the dragons.)

Once the ship docked, Stoick grabbed her arm, dragging her forcibly off and through the village, not caring about the piercing, shocked stares from the villagers. Three men broke from the crowd, running forward with arms wide open.

"Hanna!" Gobber bellowed in joy, scooping her in a hug. Stoick still held onto her arm. The blacksmith was older and covered in more soot than she last remembered.

"Look at yah!" Mulch praised as he admired her beauty.

"You got so tall!" Bucket gushed, happy to see her. "And beautiful!"

The woman blushed. These three men were the only ones who treated her with any respect or kindness in her life. "Thanks, you guys- uh!" Stoick tugged her hard, pulling her towards the kill ring.

"Ah, the old arena." She said dully. "This brings back memories."

Yeah, memories of embarrassing incidents in dragon training and banishment.

"Hanna, I know what you're thinking. I'm making sure you'll become one of us once and for all."

That freaked her out, causing her to struggle but to no avail. Not even digging her heels slowed Stoick down until he abruptly stopped at the entrance.

"Snotlout!"

His roar echoed in the arena. The young people in it stopped from they were doing to pay attention to the chief.

Snotlout looked up, uttering, "Huh?"

"I want you and your friends to teach your cousin, my daughter, the ways of the Viking and make sure she submits."

"Wait, Hiccup's alive?"

"Here she is!" Stoick roughly threw his daughter into the ring. "Now train her!"

"Uh, Stoick, I don't think this is a good idea." Gobber warned, getting himself ignored as Stoick stalked right pass him, making him sigh.

Hanna stumbled and twirled from her father's harsh throw. Thankfully she regained her balance quickly. Once she straightened up, glared at his retreating back.

"…Hiccup?"

She turned around, with the sun shining behind her, giving the young Warriors of Berk a perfect side-view of her developed body, showing that she's all grown up. All eyes were on her. Her outfit was uniquely made yet it was appealing, especially on her wonderful body. Her hair, falling down her back in its rope braid, was shining like bronze, her chest was big, and her hips were perfectly shaped for bearing children. For the older generation, she resembled her mother. For her generation, she was gorgeous.

Her cousin Snotlout had his jaw hanging low. The twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut froze from banging shields on each other. Fishlegs, bigger than before, dropped his book. Young Gustav Larson, previously struggling to lift a heavy hammer, had his mouth open like Snotlout and was blushing sheepishly. Leaning against a wall, a blonde man stopped sharpening his battle-axe. His expression was the most shocked.

"What happened to her?" Ruffnut asked.

"Who cares?" Tuffnut rebuked, drooling.

Hanna snorted, putting her hands on her childbearing hips. "You don't honestly think I'll stay a gangly adolescent forever, right?"

"Cuz!" Snotlout exclaimed, suddenly snapping himself out of his daze.

She gave him a blank frown. "Hey Snotlout. Still haven't kill a dragon yet?"

Snotlout faked a laugh. Then he picked up an axe. "Ok, grab an axe!"

"Why? Are we gonna hurt her?" Ruffnut asked again, sounding like she was jealous of Hanna, which is actually true.

"I wanna go first!" Tuffnut shouted. He took off running to tackle Hanna, hands out, ready to touch her luscious curves. He never made it halfway when a fist collided in his face, knocking him backwards.

"Ow…" Tuffnut moaned.

Hanna, however, didn't care about his pain. She was more focused on the guy who punched him.

Alaric Hofferson. Berk's star Viking. Her childhood crush.

And his matured appearance made her as stunned as everyone was with her. He was huge like her father yet not as wide and stocky. His muscular physique had slight curves that stood him out from any other male, making him incredibly handsome. He wore a red shirt made out of material, which looked like bandages, clinging tight on his board form, navy pants on his brawny legs, tucked into big brown boots with white furred tops, and a brown wide belt around his wide hips with skulls emblazoned all around. On his board shoulders were metal shoulder pads held together by a black band with a big silver ring, with a thick grey wolf-furred hood attached. Also on his beefy arms, ripe with pulsing muscles the size of small boulders, he had on thick brown armbands with fur trimmed, and he gripped his trusty axe in one hand. His sunny blonde hair was neatly made in a long braid over his left shoulder with small braids layered over his red headband and his bang fell over the left side of his face in a choppy cut. He eyed her with intense blue eyes, making her blush.

"We're not gonna hurt her. We're gonna train her." Snotlout retorted to the twins a little too late.

"Why?" Tuffnut stood up, rubbing his red nose.

"Because Uncle Stoick told me to! We have to mold her into one of us!"

"Snotlout, the probability of me being like the rest of you is as likely as a Smothering Smokebreath stopped collecting metal."

Fishlegs snickered, understanding the joke. But one glare from everyone around him made him stop, which resulted in Hanna sighing. Her joking and his laughing reaction then shutting up was a theme in her past here in Berk. When she was an outcast. And probably still was.

She glanced at Gustav, as she wasn't familiar with him in the painful past. The little boy was no longer little, now stood taller at 14 years old.

Seeing her study, he nervously waved. "Hi."

She nodded at him. "Starting dragon training, Gustav?"

"We'll need dragons for that." Alaric snapped, his face dull and stony of any emotion aside from Viking classic stoic.

"Yeah, the dragons we used 6 years ago broke out and left." Fishlegs explained. "To be perfectly honest, dragons rarely show themselves on Berk."

"Those stupid leatherheads probably heard of me." Snotlout gloated.

"Yeah…they heard of the ridiculously dimwitted fraidy-cat named Snotlout!" Hanna replied sarcastically.

"Hey! Shut up!"

He angrily waved his axe at her with a face to match but all he got was a blank look.

"I'm not scared of a dumb Viking with an axe…" Then her large eyes widened more and she snatched the axe out of his hands, inspecting it. "Which needs severe fixing!" She stunned everyone again by the way she held the battle-axe effortlessly when 6 years ago she could barely lift a shield! "When was the last time you got this sharpened?"

"Uh…I don't know." Then he smirked maliciously. "Too bad the dragons aren't here. I would love to see you mess up again!"

"If I am in the same room as a dragon, I would be on its back, flying the Hel away from here and you."

"Hang on, you ride dragons?" Ruffnut inquired and Hanna nodded. She and her twin brother grinned. "Cool…"

"Give me a dragon and I'll show you."

"Ha!" Snotlout scoffed loudly. "She's just bluffing. You all remember how bad she was in dragon training!"

Hanna snorted. "Oh please! You were all just as terrible at dragon training!"

"You were cheating!" He retorted, pointing at her.

"I learnt from a dragon, not from a dragon-killing Viking. I'm not scared of dragons like you are."

"I'm a Vikings! I'm not scared of dumb dragons."

Hanna crossed her arms, smirking. "Uh huh…dragon!" She pointed at over his head, voice loud and alarmed.

"Ah! Where?"

The reaction was so hilarious, she burst out laughing. Snotlout had let out a girly yelp while twirling around, his face fearful. The twins grabbed the same shield and started fighting each other over ownership. Fishlegs screamed and ran off. Gustav lifted his hammer but got toppled over under the heavy weight. Alaric didn't move a ripping muscle, thus saved himself from embarrassment.

As her laughs calmed down, she straightened up, smirking, hands on hips. "I faced smaller dragons tougher than you."

But her 'old friends' managed to muster up some stubbornness to protest.

"Its not like there was an actual dragon there." Snotlout sneered. The twins crackled at his lame remark, Fishlegs laughed weakly, Gustav made a hiccup of a chuckle and Alaric sighed, rolling his eyes.

Their insufferable pride was making Hanna more irritated by the second. With a groan (which was more like a growl), she turned for the entrance, intending on leaving and finding the nearest dragon to head home.

"Hold it!" However, life had other ideas. Snotlout zoomed in, blocking her way out with his big body. "Uncle Stoick wants me to make you into a Viking."

"Snotlout, I am not a Viking! Get that through your thick, brainless head." She poked his forehead, a sound of a hollow echo encountering.

His snotty sneer was dawned on her. "Is that the best you could, Hiccup?"

Her fists clutched, her face turned red, her lips pressed together. Each passing minute reminded her how much she hated Berk. Her childhood and early teen years were of loneliness, bullying, pranking and name calling, and even worse, she was called HICCUP at every turn!

POW!

In red anger, she punched Snotlout right in the face, knocking him over.

"Awesome…" Tuffnut said.

"Wow!" Gustav exclaimed.

Hanna made a 'hmph' of triumph, flicking her hair as she stepped over him, strutting outside the ring of death.

"Hey!" She heard Tuffnut shouted behind her before he and his sister appeared in front of her.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ruffnut demanded.

"Anywhere but here."

The twins leaped to grab her but she grabbed their shoulders first and amazingly lifted herself up, somersaulting over. Once she landed catlike, she took off running.

"After her!"

"Give it up, Hiccup!" Snotlout yelled after Hanna, although he was dead behind her!

The Warriors of Berk chased her through the village. She had to make to the edge of town for the forest in hopes of escape. All those times running with Speed Stingers really helped her.

"Is this part of training?" Gustav asked while running.

"Wow, she's fast!" Fishlegs gasped from the very back of the crew.

"We can't keep up with her!" Ruffnut complained.

"Spread out! Take her out at different angles!" Alaric ordered.

They split up, taking different routes.

Fishlegs tripped when trying to take her from the side. Snotlout barged through obstacles to catch her but he only met face with a wall. Gustav climbed over carts and avoided people more agilely but he was too slow. Ruffnut and Tuffnut jumped from a roof, but their heads got flattened at contact with the ground instead.

Hanna stopped for a moment just to check for any more pursuers.

Where's Ala- "AH!"

Something big and strong, probably a yak, tackled her at the side, catching her completely off guard, rolling around in the dirt, and then ended up on top of her, grasping her arms, pinning her down.

It was no yak. It was Alaric.

His intense eyes stared down on her, trapping her with his heavy weight. He looked invincible…until he winced, making a funny face. She pushed him off him, her left leg up.

"Wasn't expecting the old metal leg, weren't you?" She noted as he moaned, hands lowering to his crotch area.

"Hey you two!" Gobber yelled, calling up with Stoick and the young warriors. "Save it for the wedding!"

Hanna stood up, dusting her clothes, and stood her foster-father a glare. "Not funny, Gobber."

Gobber wasn't offended. He was grinning. "Ah, tougher than you look. Those last 6 years really did a number on ya."

Alaric lifted himself up, his bang hanging over his face, looking like he was glaring at Hanna. She snarled at him, as all threatened dragons would.

"Look at her! She spend so much time around dragons, she thinks she's one!" Snotlout said.

"Not any longer." Stoick came forth. "From this day now, my daughter will be among us once again." He took Hanna's hands and joined them with Alaric's. "Starting with marrying Alaric."

"Wait, what?" Hanna couldn't believe what she was hearing!

"Why aren't I next in line for chief?" Snotlout protested.

"We've been over this before, because you're irresponsible and the first and last time I left you in charge of the village, you nearly burnt it to the ground with the twins."

"Hey! We only wanted to see the armory." Tuffnut protested.

"Yeah." Ruffnut added.

"Never mind that!" He turned to his daughter. "I made a contract with the Hoffersons when you were young on the conditions Alaric would succeed me as chief once he marries you. Even at a young age, he has shown great potential. Alaric has been preparing for this day for his entire life."

Hanna snapped her head up to Alaric, staring at his stoic face. Hurt by his coldness, tears were bringing to leak. But her face was creasing with anger. She angrily tore her hands away and directed a fierce glare at Alaric.

"You knew?" She growled. "You knew you were gonna marry me and you treated me like an outcast just like everybody else! I'm been dreading for the day for my dad to sell me but to hear that you're chosen for chief over Snotlout and me?All because I'm a hiccup? I didn't ask to be born this way, but did anyone listen? NO!"

"Its for the good of the village." Alaric stated dully.

She arched an eyebrow, thinking of a comment to twist his mind around. "So unless I marry you, you won't defend your own village?"

"Yes." Suddenly his eyes widened and he burst protests out. "No! I mean-"

"Save it lad, she's marrying you anyway." Stoick inputted.

"No I'm not!" Hanna screamed. "I would say I'll rather marry a troll than him, but that will be an insult to the poor creature!"

Gobber laughed heartedly at her feisty line. "That's Hanna alright!"

Ignoring the old blacksmith, she continued to scream her fury out to Stoick. "I'm not something you can sell to the highest bidder!" And then she turned to Alaric "Alaric, do you anything to say about this?"

All eyes on him, Alaric said nothing. But his fists were shaking as he tried to control himself.

Hanna was disgusted by his aloofness. "I can't believe I liked you when I was a kid!"

At that, his façade finally broke. "You like me?" His voice came off as squeaky as a nervous pre-teen going through puberty.

"Liked. Past tense. I got over it, like, 6 years ago." She sassily scoffed, not knowing she was hurting him emotionally. "You're just like everyone else. A narrow-minded, ruthless, cold-hearted Viking! And that is soo not my type."

"That's enough, Hiccup!" Stoick roared as he grabbed her, proceeding to drag her away for a good talk, leaving a beaten Alaric behind.

"Even after 6 years, you still drive me crazy!"

Stoick threw his daughter roughly upon reaching home, or in Hanna's words, the house she used to share with him.

As she did earlier, she stumbled, twirled and regained her balance and glared at Stoick. "Man, even after 6 years, you still don't listen to me."

Yet Stoick didn't listen to her at that moment. He kept on roaring. "I am your father and chief! You will listen to me!"

She crossed her arms and quirked a brow. "Uh, remember dad? You banished me for calming a dragon down instead of killing it!"

"You went against tradition! I have every right as chief to teach you the consequences!"

"I have every right as the first person to break those stupid traditions! Like, getting horrible treatment for being born not as brawny as you! For years, I suffered here for being me!"

"Hic-"

She cut him off. "You were never there for me!" Her screaming calmed down as her voice cracked. "You were there for everyone else but not me." Her eyes filled up with tears. "Do you really hate me that much?"

Stoick was stunned into silence. Never did he hate her. Sure, she could be impossible to deal with but he doesn't hate her. Her 'hiccup' status made him overprotective. He was torn between his roles as the chief and a single parent.

"I don't know why the gods created me as a hiccup but I've found my true purpose for living in this cruel world…with the ones who understand me. The dragons."

Finally he found his voice. "Dear, please understand…your way isn't right. It can't be followed."

"Yes it can!" She screamed suddenly, causing him to stumble back due to the loud volume of her voice. "Your strengths are my weaknesses and vice versa. So dragons and brains are my strong suits. I tried to be like you. I tried so hard but you kept pushing me aside. You don't even call me by my real name. You call me Hiccup! I lost my leg defending this stupid village against a dragon and you still called me Hiccup!" She kicked her metal leg up. "Everyone on this island weren't much help. They bullied and ignored me. My existence is a curse. Even Gobber told me to stop all of…this!" She gestured to herself, pointing out her small stature to her huge father. "I'm not that little girl anymore…I'm not going back to her. Ever. You know, with dragons, I could've easily destroyed this entire island just to make all of you pay…but even I know that's not right. So I told the dragons to tell away from Berk and I kept my distance. Its better that way…until you called me 'hiccup', decided to kidnap me and force me to marry your adoptive son!"

With that out, she turned away, running upstairs to her old bedroom and slamming the door shut behind her. She fell to her knees, sitting against the door, arms crossed over her legs and burying her crying face.

Listening to her cries made Stoick guilty by each second.

He thought to himself, What have I done?

Eret was grinning with delight as he marveled at the incredibly rare Night Fury he had locked up. The black dragon was struggling to get free but to no avail. He could image the loooooong queue of eager buyers.

"Alright, lads! Set sails for-"

"DRAGON RIDERS!"

Eret groaned. "Not her lot!"

In less of a minute, four dragons surrounded Eret's ship and his crew, each dragon in different side.

One of the Dragon Riders got off their dragon.

"Hey, big brother." Heather greeted coolly.

"Little sister." Eret greeted back dully. Their relationship was strained due to the fact that Eret tried to sell Loptr when Heather introduced the ways of dragons to him.

"Has Hanna come by?"

"No."

"Then why is Toothless here?"

Toothless roared at Eret's back. Hildr jumped off of Boltstriker, throwing her oriental shield ornate like a Frisbee at Eret's men, knocking them out. Toothless shook impatiently.

"Hold on, big guy." Hildr reassured softly before she took out her seax (Viking dagger) from her boot and started working on the lock.

"Eret, where is she?" Heather demanded.

Her brother pressed his lips firmly, refusing to speak, even to his little sister.

Heather groaned, getting frustrated. "Eret-"

"Let me handle this." Vipermei butted in, a devilish smile on her face.

"Uh oh." Heather uttered.

"This is gonna be good." Brant grinned.

Seeing the Chinese girl's Cheshire grin, Eret backed away, scared of what she was planning to do with him. The girl was unstable, crazy with self-control. That made her worse than the twins on Berk. She whistled and right away, Zhou got hold of Eret's shirt and yanked him up, tossing him and throwing him about in the air.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Vipermei laughed heartily at Eret's terrified screams. Hildr rolled her eyes at her crazy antics. Brant chuckled. Heather silently prayed the crazy Chinese girl wouldn't kill him.

After a few minutes, the Boneknapper brought Eret down with the human man hanging from his teeth. Heather's brother looked like he went through a tornado.

"Now. Where. Is. Hanna?" Vipermei hissed just before Zhou threw him up and caught him again.

"BERK! HER DAD TOOK HER TO BERK!" He blurted out.

Vipermei, with smirking delight, snapped her fingers and Zhou dropped him, ungracefully flat on his face.

"She's in Berk?" Hildr exclaimed, still trying to free Toothless.

"Oh crud." Heather uttered.

"Hanna would love that!" Brant remarked.

"We gotta get her out of there." Vipermei demanded, firmly. "Remember when my family tracked me down just to trade me to that lord?"

"Yeah, the Gronckles mistook him as one of their own." Heather giggled, remembering.

"Yeah, they didn't care about me. I was their only daughter, not even my brother cared about me. Hanna stood up to them, saying they don't deserve me. And then she got the dragons attack them into leaving. Well, this time, I'm returning the favor. We're gonna scare the living daylights out those Vikings if they even try to stop us."

"But we have to rescue her in the morning. Our dragons are worn out." Hildr said, patting Boltstriker. Her Skrill was breathing heavily, emphasizing her point.

Once Toothless got free, he jumped out, moving giddily, wanting to go and rescue Hanna.

Heather approached the Night Fury. "Toothless, you can't fly. If you go in alone, you'll be a sitting duck."

Toothless pouted. He rode on Zhou during the ride for rest, still pouting.

"Don't worry buddy," Vipermei scratched his head. "We'll get her at first light. Night's coming."