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

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Loud, powerful knocks rang through the Haddock house.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Stoick! Stoick, wake up! Open up! I need to talk to ya!"

Gobber's booming voice roused its inhabitants from sleep.

"Gods, I remember that." Hanna grumbled, pulling the covers over her head.

"STOICK!"

"Alright, alright!" Stoick waddled towards the door, opened it and threw a glare at Gobber on the other side. "Gobber, what is it?"

"Stoick! The Berserkers are coming!"

"What?!" Stoick roared, running outside, quickly seeing the Berserker ships on the early horizon.

As Stoick went out, Gobber stuck his head inside to holler, "Hanna! Just to warn ya, Dagur's the chief now!"

"Oh no (!)" She gasped sarcastically. She already knew about 'Dagur the Deranged', especially that he usurped his father, Oswald the Agreeable, and tried to kill his own sister/her best friend. "Wonder what he wants?"

The Berserkers' sudden arrival brought worried villagers and readied Vikings to the reason why was unexplained.

Hanna stood at the far end of the pier, far from her father, still bitter about yesterday.

The Warriors tried to talk to her, apart from Alaric. He gazed at her longingly while thinking of a better attempt for her heart. Fishlegs tried to make conservation with her. He tried to apologize and attempt to make the intellectual friendship he always wanted. But all he got was a cold glare. He sadly figured that's what he gets for ignoring her out of peer pressure. Tuffnut came up to her with a lustful look in his eyes and flirted with her so badly, she visibly gagged. Feeling a sudden protective urge, Ruffnut came right up and pulled her brother away. But Tuffnut got out of her grasp and ran right back to Hanna, continuing his lame flirting. Snotlout's protective urges were much stronger. This time he showed it physically. He let out a yell and attacked Tuffnut, beating him up.

Hanna stared at the bizarre scene, unable to understand what had happened. Why was Snotlout beating up Tuffnut so brutally just for giving her some attention that made her even more miserable?

"Ow! Stop that!"

Then she looked up and turned, spotting young Gustav coming her way in a zigzag due the Terrible Terror fighting in his tight grip. It bit his ear, making him cringe in pain.

"Stupid Dragon!" He swore, glaring at the small dragon until he saw Hanna and he brightened up. "Oh, hey Hanna!" He held out the Terrible Terror. "This is for you!" It bit his hands again and he grimaced. "I spent all day looking for a dragon for you since you look so miserable and you said you like dragons. So…" He looked away bashfully. "I caught you one."

Hanna, in awe, gently plucked the dragon out of his sore hands and started cradling it gently. Her kindness soothed the feisty little thing and made it as docile as a baby in her arms.

"I think it's really cool that you tame dragons instead of killing them. You're tougher than the rest of us." Gustav said honestly, still blushing.

She couldn't stop herself from smiling wide, then leaning forward and pressing her red lips on his blushing cheek.

Alaric watched them with jealousy running hot in his blood.

A Berserker ship pulled in. Once safely fastened to the pier, a bulky Berserker walked onto the plank, making an overly dramatic announcement.

"Presenting the High Chief of the Berserker tribe, cracker of skulls, slayer of beasts, the great and fearsome...Dagur the Deranged!"

The Berserker steps out of the way for Dagur, who spited and chuckled with crazy eyes. The lunatic boy had become a lunatic man!

Gustav gulped, obviously scared of him. Hanna laid a hand on his shoulder for comfort. Looking from the corner of her eye, she could see Fishlegs shaking in his boots, the twins made disgruntled looks, Snotlout looking like he was scared, and Alaric stuck with that stupid stoic stance.

Some Vikings.

"Hello, Dagur." Stoick grumbled.

Dagur smirked. "Hello, Stoick. So, where are you hiding her?

"Hiding who?"

"Do I look stupid to you?"

"Is that a trick question?" Hanna hissed carefully to Gustav, causing him and her to giggle. Luckily for them, no one else heard them.

"We both know what's going on here. I have it on my excellent instincts that you're hosting my dear sister, Hildr."

"Your sister? Didn't she die in a boating accident a couple of years ago?"

Hanna rolled her eyes. She knew the real truth from Hildr. Dagur covered up killing his father and nearly his sister for chiefdom with excuses, that his father 'retired' and his sister had an 'unfortunate death in a boating accident'.

"Her body was never recovered. She could've wash ashore on some be-" He stopped talking when his gaze wandered to the side, catching sight of Hanna. He had the same lustful look as Tuffnut, but way worse."Wha-HO! Who is that?"

Hanna didn't like the way he said it. Neither did Stoick and Alaric.

"A figment of your imagination." She retorted. The Terrorible Terror climbed onto her shoulder and hissed at Dagur.

Dagur laughed manically. He looked her up and down, eyeing every asset of her womanly body until he put together the green eyes and red hair.

"Hiccup?"

Another reason she hated him. Along with being a bloodthirsty manic, he calls her Hiccup!

"Stoick, gimme her hand in marriage!"

"WHAT?!"

"Give me your daughter's hand in marriage NOW!"

"But why, Dagur? Your father never found a marriage between you necessary and besides, you never have shown interest in her before."

"That was before she became…that! All the Viking women are too fat and ugly! She's perfect! Give me her!"

"What am I, smoked salmon?" Hanna angrily demanded. "Dad, just how many men are you selling me to?"

Stoick sent her a scowl, angry at the sudden turn of events. She scowled back, bitterly believing he was blaming her for this mess.

"So, Hanna…" Dagur crept up, creepily breathing in her neck as he slithered an arm around her, crushing her lithe figure against his muscular-but-not-as-muscular-as-Alaric's form. "Tell me…how're you been? What happened to you? I heard you got eaten by a dragon."

She shuddered in disgust at his staring that said he wanted to eat her. Then she was yanked out of Dagur's intoxicating grip and put down, facing…

"Snotlout?"

Her cousin turned her around, pushed her into Alaric's awaiting arms and turned around, shielding her from Dagur with the bravest face she had seen on him.

"There's no way you're marrying Hanna!" Snotlout told Dagur bravely. "She's engaged to our finest warrior."

Dagur scoffed, though he angrily scowled. "A measly warrior is nothing for a heiress. She's mine!"

Snotlout jumped to protest. "Now, look there, buddy-"

"Snotlout. Enough."

An axe patted his huge chest, pushing him back.

Alaric stepped toward Dagur with perfectly controlled anger. His face was red, his hands tightly gripped his axe. He glared at the Berserker chief.

"If you think you could just waltz in here and take away my fiancée, you're dead meat."

His threat angered Dagur, promoting the crazy man to take out his sword.

"How about a challenge, dude?" His voice was dangerously calm and low. "A battle to the death. The winner gets the woman."

"With pleasure." Alaric answered.

At once, Dagur let out a battle cry and came charging at him. The blonde man agilely dodged and swung his axe, clashing blade against blade.

Everyone watched the boys fight intently, cheering on whoever they want to win. Ruffnut stood protectively by Hanna. The girl of the battle was watching with a mix of boredom and annoyance.

Unable to take it any longer, Hanna took out Inferno and jumped in the middle of the fight, right between Alaric and Dagur. Everyone gasped. Then she started fighting along the unsuspecting boys, performing swiftly, expertly, gracefully, beautifully.

Eventually the fighting boys realized they had a third person: The girl they desired.

"Hanna/Hiccup?"

She smirked cockily at them. The three had their weapons locked together and held high up. Then Hanna wrecked her sword out, causing her flaming sword, Alaric's axe and Dagur's sword to go flying.

"Did I mention I practice sword-fighting?" She said, catching her sword when it came falling down.

The crowd cheered wildly for the real winner, praising her skill and courage. Alaric made no move to pick up his trusty axe. He just stared at Hanna, impressed, actually smiling.

But Dagur wasn't as impressed.

"Hey! You can't fight! You have to wait until I win!" He cried like a spoiled child.

"Hey, crazy man!" Hanna shouted, getting sick with his attitude. "I am NOT a prize to be won!"

"But you are!"

Slap!

Silence.

For the first time ever, Dagur the Deranged of the Berserker Tribe was rejected.

Dagur slowly raised his hand to touch his redden cheek. Just as slowly, he turned to Hanna. His glare got even more dangerous.

"You dare strike me?"

Hanna glared right back. "Yes I dare."

"Hiccup!"

She turned right round, face to face with her angry father. He said nothing as he grabbed her arm and dragged her away from Dagur and Alaric. Dagur's demands to bring her back fell deaf as father and disowned-daughter got further away.

"You crossed this time." Stoick finally spoke, in a hoarse growl. "Do you have any idea how ruthless Dagur is since he took over?"

"I heard the stories." From his sister and the dragons.

"To offend him is the worse idea anyone could have. You embarrassed him and me by what you did back there!"

"I embarrassed you? So, that's what I was born for! Stoick the Vast's embarrassment! Besides, what am I supposed to do? Let you and Dagur control my life? Force me to marry that deranged nut, forgetting about your agreement with Alaric?"

"As chief, I must make hard decisions for the right reasons."

Then she yanked her arm free and stared at her father. "Does that mean letting yourself get walked over by your enemies?"

She made him go silent, pondering about her words. She had never seen him like this, secretly scared of someone who was younger and smaller than him, yet that someone was a tyrant, a spoiled, mad, selfish, bloodthirsty tyrant (like Joffery Baratheon *cough-Lannister*).

"Maybe if one of you 'mighty Vikings' stood up to him like I did, you wouldn't have him herding you like sheep." She scoffed, blowing her hair out of her eyes. "And you said I'm weak."

"Its not that easy, H-"

"DRAGONS!"

Father and daughter turned their heads quickly and ran back. Coming back, they found Vikings in a panic and Dragons circling above the village.

Hanna gasped, a smile spreading on her face as she recognized the flying reptiles. "Guys?"

Dagur was acting like an overexcited kid on Snoggletog once he saw the Skrill soaring high beyond his grasp. "Take down that Skrill!"

Hildr paled when she saw the Berserkers, especially her own brother. "Yikes! Its my brother, Dagur!"

"The Deranged?" Heather wondered.

"YES!" The poor girl started to panic, quite frantically. "He's a total psychopath! He's the reason why I left home! I can't face him. I'm sorry, I just can't go down there!"

"Its ok. Don't let him see you. Let Boltstriker take the sky and I'll get Hanna." Vipermei reassured.

Hildr nodded shakily and stayed up high while Vipermei soared down, Zhou's bones having no damage done by the flying weapons.

"The Boneknapper! I told yas its real!" Gobber hollered with overly delightful joy.

"Gobber!" Stoick ran up to his best friend. "Gobber, what do we got?"

"Not sure. Hard to tell." Gobber looked up and kept turning around while trying to count the flying dragons above him with his hook-for-a-hand, causing him to get slightly dizzy. "I see a Boneknapper…a Skrill of all things…damn it, those dragons won't stop moving!"

"NIGHT FURY!"

"GET DOWN!"

"Oh! There's also a Night Fury." Gobber stated obviously. Stoick groaned and rolled his eyes at this.

The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself leapt from the Boneknapper's back and started running fast, eyes darting everywhere, nose held out sniffing, as if it was hunting, searching, looking for something…

Stoick realized Hanna is loose and running free, heading towards the Night Fury! A dragon! She can ride dragons, she claimed! She can escape!

"Alaric! Snotlout! Get Hanna out of here!"

Alaric acted quickly. "Come on, Hanna!"

"No!" Hanna tried to run away, desperate to get to her best friend. But Alaric swiftly scooped her up and hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Put me down, you great oaf!" She banged her fists on his back, causing more damage to herself than him. So she decided to see if he could tango. "Toothless!"

Her beloved Toothless caught sight and sound of her, in the grasp of a young who reminded him of the blonde boy who twisted her arm in the cove and forced her back to the village years ago for her test. Toothless angrily roared, catching the attention of the young warriors.

"NIGHT FURY!" Snotlout screamed. "Run!"

"Tough Viking, you are (!)" Hanna dryly remarked, limply hanging her hands as Alaric ran, as well as the other young Vikings.

Toothless roared once again and gave chase.

"Oh Thor, oh Thor, oh Thor, oh Thor…" Fishlegs ranted.

"Hanna, can you tame Night Furies too?" Gustav asked.

"Not the time, Gustav!" Alaric snapped.

None of them noticed something moving their way, laying a long tail in their way, causing them to crash, accidentally letting go of Hanna. She rolled further than the others.

"Hanna!"

Alaric scampered up to his feet but something swung under his feet, knocking him over. The Vikings saw nothing until Loptr appeared, Heather throwing back her cape.

"Surprise!" Heather smirked while her Changewing roared.

The 'tough Vikings' screamed again.

"Heather!" Hanna cried. A nearby made her turn her and collided with her own dragon. "Toothless!" The Night Fury licked her and lovingly nuzzled her like she had been gone for years. "Its ok, bud, its ok. I'm here."

Alaric couldn't believe what he was seeing. The most feared dragon of all dragons was acting like a puppy dog. Hanna really does have a talent for dragons. No wonder she preferred the company of flying fire-breathing reptiles, compared to the coldness of Vikings.

Then he panicked when Hanna swung one of her long, shapely legs over the Night Fury's back where a saddle sat.

"Hanna!"

"Let's go, Toothless!"

The Night Fury, dubbed 'Toothless', opened its huge bat-wings and flew off before Alaric could reach them.

"Chief!"

"To the boats!"

However, a Scauldron (a Scauldron of all things!) burst out from the water of the docks.

"Ahoy mateys!" Brant greeted, waving his hat to them as he stood on the ocean-dwelling dragon's head. "Sea-King, Water Blast!"

Sea-King the Scauldron shot out powerful gushes of boiling hot water, which the Vikings narrowly evaded.

By the time the Hairy Hooligans and Berserkers got back onto their feet, Brant and Sea-King were already swimming away from Berk, along with Hanna, Toothless and their friends flying fast in the sky.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" Dagur wailed, dropping to his knees. He held his fisted hands above him with an angry expression. "I will get my bride back and I will kill all those dragons that took her from her!"

Every Hairy Hooligan was quiet. They all just stared at the horizon, watching the tiny black dot until it disappeared.

"WHOOOO-HOOOOO!"

Hanna whooped as she and Toothless happily flew in the air, doing loops and rolls out of sheer joy. Toothless settled alongside his fellow Dragons, allowing Hanna to thrust her arms out above her head with a widely bright smile. Her Terrible Terror clung to her back, its tongue rolling out and waving against the wind in its face.

"Free once again! Thank you guys so much. I swear I was going to kill myself back there!"

"Anything for you, Han." Vipermei smiled uncharacteristically softly.

But Hildr was traumatized by her brief 'reunion' with her past. "But I'm afraid to say that my brother will never stop looking until he finds you, and not even dragons, even Toothless can stop him. He's bloodthirsty!"

Hanna scowled. "Dagur, I can deal with. Berk, I rather not."

"Your dad was really gonna put you through an arranged marriage. And to two different men?" Heather questioned, disgust on her tongue.

"One of them being Hildr's deranged brother?" Brant inputted.

"Yep." Hanna smacked her lips and formed a frown. "Remind me to go the opposite end of the Artic for flying for now on."

"Sure."

"Absolutely."

"Totally."

"Aye"

"I second that!"

When the young Dragon Riders made it to the Dragon Sanctuary, Hanna wasted no time in getting off her dragon and started running, passing dragons and evading the crazy babies.

"Mom!"

Valka turned and looked up. "Hanna! What happened?"

Her daughter stopped a few arm's length space between them. Her child only said one word with such heavy feeling.

"Berk."

Oh…Berk.

"Oh honey…"

Mother and daughter filled the space between them to hug each other tightly.

"Oh Mom…I never want to go back there again. Ever."