Disclaimer: I do not own 'How To Train Your Dragon' or the song 'I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)' which I did a parody of.

Hanna was still crying as night was falling. She felt helpless to do anything. When she's with the Dragon Riders, she felt confident, powerful, strong. She was invincible.

But not here. Berk drained all the life and strength out of her, making her like she was the poor, weak, shy girl again.

She glanced to her window. The black night instantly reminded her of Toothless. She remembered their 'first meeting' at the raid, where he used to zoom through the sky until she shot him down.

She wished he were here.

"Toothless…"

She started crying again until she heard something.

"What the?"

She stood up, walked to the window and leaned out. "Guys?"

Alaric, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Tuffnut, Ruffnut and Gustav were on the lawn, staring up at her.

"Hey, Hic- um, Hanna!" Fishlegs waved.

"What you doing here?" She asked unfriendly.

"Oh Gods help me…" Alaric moaned. Then he did something Hanna never predicted he would do. Ever.

Singing 'I'm Gonna Slay 500 Dragons'.

"Oh no, not that stupid song…" Hanna moaned, palming her face.

When I'm slaying, well, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man slaying dragons next to you

If I'm dying, well, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who dies next to you

Alaric was singing dully with no sense of emotion.

And if I harvest, hey, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's harvesting to you

When I come home, oh, I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the hungry man who comes back home to you

Now the others joined in for the chorus, singing more enthusiastically.

And I would slay five hundred dragons

And I would kill five hundred more

Just to be the man who slayed a thousand dragons

To drop down at your door!

Da lat da!

Da lat da!

Da lat da!

Da lat da!

Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da

"Uh guys? I don't think she's falling for it." Gustav reminded, pointing at Hanna's unimpressed face.

"Give it time." Fishlegs reassured.

Da lat da!

Da lat da!

Da lat da!

Da lat da!

Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-

Hanna threw a pot to Snotlout's head, knocking him down and bringing the others down like dominos, ending the awful song.

"OW!" Snotlout yelped. He held up the pot and looked up to her. "Hiccup!"

"You sound like a chorus of Terrible Terrors. I was doing everyone a favor." She replied. "Alaric," The young man snapped his head up, secretly loving the sound of his name on her lips. "Don't do anything you want to. I know you don't like me, so stop. It's a waste of time and effort."

She closed the window shut, blocking them out.

"How can the classic serenade not work?" Fishlegs moaned while kicking a stone. "It worked with my parents."

"You should've just drag her by the hair to your house, dude." Snotlout told Alaric. The blonde didn't say anything, instead throwing his axe at a tree. He was angrier than ever.

"I don't think that will work either." Gustav noted. He seemed to the only one to see that, apparently, 'the Viking Way' isn't the right way to court Hanna. "She's different from any other girl."

"Yeah, man!" Snotlout barked. He directed his attention on Alaric, still chopping trees. "You could have any girl you want yet you chose the only one who doesn't want you? You're crazy!"

"You gotta admit, Hiccup is hot." Tuffnut sighed, drooling again, eyes glinting with lust. His hands fisted. "Man, her cans are bigger than my-"

"Hey! That's my cousin you're talking about!" Snotlout shouted so angrily, he surprised himself. He somehow felt…protective of Hanna upon realizing that she's an attractive woman and red-blooded men, like Tuffnut, were starting to notice.

"I got a idea! It's sure fire!" Ruffnut piped, jumping in excitement of her plan. "Ok, we need Alaric, flowers, a rope, a loincloth-"

"SHUT UP!"

SLASH!

A deadly silence fell. Everyone stared wide-eyed at Alaric, his broad back facing them but they knew he was angry. The tree he was torturing was completely cut down to a stump.

"You mutton heads!" He spun around, showing his fury. "Hanna is nothing like us! That's why it always so hard to talk to her!"

"She's stubborn. That's the only thing she has in common with us." Fishlegs noted and then he thought of Hanna and started counting with his fingers. "She's also charming, intelligent, uniquely beautiful, an inventor, rides dragons, and even knows a sophisticated form of fighting."

"Don't forget, she has a metal leg!" Tuffnut inputted.

"How is that revenant?"

"It just adds to her sexiness."

POW!

Alaric threw a single punch at Tuffnut, yet it brought the Thornston into a world of pain and dizziness while lying on his side.

"I hate to say it but she's out of your league." Fishlegs admitted sheepishly.

Alaric glowered, making the much bigger man cower.

"How can you court a hiccup?" Ruffnut wondered out loud.

"Buy her, drag her to your house and bed her?" Tuffnut suggested.

POW!

"Any more suggestions?" Alaric snarled with his arm out, hand fisted and Tuffnut on the ground unconscious once again.

"She's not a hiccup, she's Hanna." Gustav said.

Fishlegs nodded. "Exactly. The question is…how can woo Hanna?"

No one knew the answer to that question.

Alaric sighed, swinging his axe up and steadied it on his left shoulder. "I'm getting out of there. See ya."

"Oh, Alaric. Your axe needs sharpening again?"

The blonde man drew a deep breath out. "Actually no, Gobber, I need some advice."

The blacksmith set his hammer down, smirking. "On how to court Hanna?"

Alaric blushed. He actually blushed. "You knew?"

"The whole village heard you lot wailing. You sounded like cats drowning. Uh lad, you have no passion, that's your problem."

"What do you mean?"

"You're not even pursuing Hanna yourself! You let your friends do your wooing for you. You had Stoick push her into marrying ya. You have to do it yourself, lad." Gobber was telling him quite firmly, as if to make sure his advice would sink into Alaric's brain. "I know you care a lot about her, but you're only gonna get a loveless marriage ending with Hanna killing herself or you if you keep this up. If you want Hanna to love you like you do, you have to stop all…this."

Alaric looked down on himself, not getting what Gobber was saying. "Gobber, you gestured to all of me."

Then Gobber surprised him by shouting. "That's it! Stop being all of you! Stop being the typical Viking, Mr. Popular, whatever! She'll never go for that now that she's even more different than she was before."

"You mean now that she matured and empowered?"

"Righty-o! If you really care about her, you have to let her know. No more of this cold, Viking thing. Be different."

Alaric cast his eyes down, uncertain. He was the perfect Viking, which was all he knew. But to forget it all was a risk.

"…Unless you want some other girl and let your crush be happy with somebody else." Gobber finished slyly.

Suddenly boiling with jealousy at the idea of his love with another man, Alaric growled, narrowed his eyes, gripped his axe and threw it to wall so powerfully, it was literally sticking out at the other side.

Gobber's jaw was hanging. "…Ok…But think about it. When has the classic cold approach ever worked with Hanna?"

Alaric thought hard and long until he realized there was never a time where he made Hanna happy. Whenever he saw her, he would glare or stare blankly at her while she gets flustered. He kinda knew she had something for him but he never acted on it. He didn't know about the Night Fury she befriended until it showed up at the kill ring, protecting her from the Monstrous Nightmare. He remembered glowering when the truth came out and the sudden heartbreak when she got the ultimate punishment- disownment and banishment. He practically died when he heard she disappeared. Everyone said she died fighting the Red Death but he and Stoick didn't believe that. Hanna was too stubborn to die.

"…Oh, come on, Gobber! Alaric won't talk to me if he was on fire and I had the only remaining bucket of water on earth."

He was standing at the entrance of the forge, listening in to Hanna deny any attraction she has/had toward him. He knew he had an effect on her due to him as the village's most popular teen.

At 14, his body was smaller and thinner but he found his leanness had the advantage of speed and agility. His blonde hair was shoulder-length, his bangs square-shaped over left eye and over band around head. He used to wear a brown headband before changing it to red. He dressed himself in a way that casual, easy to train in and cool. That consisted of a blue-greenish bandage-made shirt hugging his lean muscled form, plain black pants tucked into dark-brown boots with cream furred tops, skull-emblazoned red leather flaps on his on narrow hips, tan-colored armbands wrapped around his arms, and skull-emblazoned metal shoulder pads attached to his shirt with smaller white skulls.

"Hey." He finally spoke up, causing her to turn to him, whipping her hair around, her face looking more beautiful than it already was. Calmly swinging his battle over and having the handle settled on his shoulder, he stared impassively. On the outside, he was cool and stoic, but inside, he was lovesick. "Can I get this sharpened?"

"Um, sure, Ash. I'll, uh, do that…um…" Hanna nervously said, clumsily coming over and taking his axe. Unlike her 20 year-old self, her 14-years teenaged body was weak and so almost fell down with the weight of the axe in her hands.

"Careful. That's my mother's." He snapped. Looking back, he realized he should've helped her.

"Sure, no problem" She muttered as she brought it over to a stove.

Alaric remembered loving to go to the forge to see Hanna, just to watch her work. She took her beige furred vest with thick fox fur trim off and started pounding the blade with a small hammer. She was so beautiful. Sure, she was skinny, flat-chested, short and awkward, but he didn't care about that. In his eyes, she was perfect. Her auburn hair was mid-long at the time, in a braided ponytail. Loose strands constantly fell over her flushed face and eyes, so she often brushes back, looking so sexy as she does. Her fair skin was flushed red and glowing as she worked in hot heat. What he loved most was her captivating emerald-green eyes, shining with intelligence, warmth and mystery. She dressed more femininely than the other girls and women and her body was obviously much more feminine as well. She had wore a light-green blouse with a slight V-neck and long balloon sleeves at cuffed snugly at her wrists, which was underneath a grass-green strapless dress falling to her knees, tied at her waist and had a ruffle along the neck. Her shapely, long legs donned teal leggings ad dark-brown fur-topped boots, along with a brown leather guard with Berk's crest on it on her right knee. Bouncing off her heaving chest was a long necklace of dragon bones. Her brown leather journal, which she used to always carry with her, was set aside on the table.

Good thing she was so focused on her work. He used to secretly ogle her body working, her skin glistening in sweat, making her look so irresistible. Lust and love overcame him. He could imagine taking her into his arms, touching her, smelling her, taking her…

But the second she finished and begun to turn to face him, he quickly put on a cold glare, somewhat blaming her for his lust.

Come on, you idiot, say something to her! Just this once!

"Nice necklace." He decided to say.

Hanna glanced down and made a disgusted face. "…thanks. Bucket and Mulch gave it to me."

Of course she was revolted. She probably liked dragons by then.

"You should be thankful that two mighty warriors even like you." The spiteful remark just slipped out without warning.

Hanna looked away, trying to hide tears and an upset face.

The cold approach clearly did not work.

Time for something different.

Knock, knock.

"Go away."

"Hanna, its me."

Hanna lifted her head up from her crossed arms. She got up from her old bed and opened her bedroom door, finding no one. She heard the knocks come again, finding it coming from the window. She went over, opened it and blinked confusedly.

"Alaric? What are you doing?"

The young Viking took a deep and heavy breath of air, one hand behind his back, his body tensing.

This time…this time for sure…

He took his hand from behind, clutching a bouquet of white roses with pink rims.

Hanna gasped as she never expected such an act from him. Those roses were her favorite flowers. "Alaric…"

He coughed as he attempted to muster up some courage. "Look, Hanna…" Unfortunately he stopped. The words halted in his mouth. Come on, man, say something! What did Stoick do with his wife again? "You might as well give in, Stoick gave his blessing. Besides, I worked hard for you for 15 years!"

Uh oh.

"Excuse me? By working hard, do you mean ignoring me, scold me, verbally abuse me, and fondle me!"

Ah, yes. The Nadder incident.

The day where he ended up with a hand on her chest. He also told her off and told her to pick what side she's on.

Not his proudest moment.

"You made me unhappy since we were kids! You were nothing but cold and just like everyone else! You treated me like the outcast I am!"

"I want to be strong for you!"

"I'm not weak anymore. I'm stronger now!"

"Only in spirit! Just because you roam with dragons, doesn't mean you're invincible!"

"You don't believe me? Then have a taste of this!"

She suddenly threw a black-gloved fist at him for a punch, although he ducked just in time.

"Hanna, listen-"

He ducked again to evade another punch. He refused to fight back and harm the love of his life.

"Actually, I-"

He stopped her metal leg from kicking him in the crotch, only to get slapped seconds later. His anger peaked.

"Would you just listen to me?!"

"You're the one not listening! Along with my father! And everyone on this stupid island!"

Swiftly, she slammed the bouquet on his head. He cursed at forgetting to remove the thorns.

"And to answer your question, I picked what side I'm on…opposite of you!"

And then she pushed him out through the window, letting him fall and land painfully hard on the surface. He pulled the roses off his head, revealing small cuts all over his face, and glared up, eyes burning, blue near changing to red.

"Our marriage is gonna happen whatever you like it or not!"

"The day you tame and ride a dragon without killing it will be the day I'll marry you!"

And with that, she slammed the windows shut.

He took that as a challenge. If he wants the girl he loves to love him back, he needs to rethink his courting tactics.