Hi! Everyone, you all know me, Dolphineheart99. I have adopted this story called Mira the Quick by Babyuknowme13. He /She let me adopt it because it is an amazing story. So please enjoy and there are few changes in the story. Forgive me Babyuknowme13. And Oh! Mira has midnight black hair and sapphire blue eyes. Her brothers have stormy blue eyes and pitch black hair. And the baby has short black curly hair and aqua blue eyes.

I do not own HTTYD!


Chapter 1: The Blood of Dragons

A girl about fourteen years old was looking at two tombstones sadly. The girl is name Mira and she has lost her parents by a terrible illness, leaving her and her siblings alone. She has nine year old twin brothers named Joe and Jon and a baby sister name Betty. As soon as her parents' funeral was over, she had taken her siblings, their horse and cats, and fled the mainland with all the supplies she could sneak aboard. Without her parents and underage it would've only been a matter of time before the townspeople decided to make her into a ward and separate the siblings. Her brothers and sister would grow apart from each other and in time forget their blood ties. As a ward, she would be expected to work from dawn to dusk as her lord saw fit, a slave. Mira knew how to survive in open water. On the ship her parents' had lovingly cared for two generations she felt as strong as a horse, galloping with all the strength of an avalanche. She couldn't gallop on board, but it was a necessary evil. They needed to stay together, as a family. The best way to do that was venture somewhere that Mira could be acknowledged as a working member of society. That meant Vikings that meant Vikings who were at war that meant Vikings who fought dragons.

So they sailed north, just fourteen year old Mira with ten year old twin brothers and an infant sister. They, and this ship, were all she had in the world. She solemnly repeated her vow to guard them with her life as she climbed on deck. Trader Johann's ship was still well in sight, they were still heading towards the island he had mentioned, Berk.

He didn't often go this far north but he'd told her, he owed the chief his life after a dragon attack years ago so he always came up once a year. It was winter now in the north, although it was only the very beginning of November by her count. Well, it didn't matter. They had to hurry before the ice set in anyway. She only hoped the Vikings would welcome an extra set of hands and allow them to live on their island.

"Alright then, we'll be there by high noon if this tailwind keeps up!" Johann called to her.

She waved her arm to show she'd heard, and then hurried to her chores. Feeding and brushing Windstreak, a female dark brown horse who is showing signs of bearing foal, then take in one of the nets and feed the smallest fish to the cats, the female of whom was most definitely pregnant.

After that she went back into the cabin and began preparing breakfast. Today was Fredag, so everyone would get a fruit with breakfast along with the last of the salt beef and a boiled egg. As her brothers emerged from below deck, rubbing their sleepy blue eyes and sitting at the table blankly as she doled out the food. She checked the fire carefully being sure no stray ember would leap out and burn them down to the waterline, and spooned the warmed milk into a bottle. It was time to feed Betty.

"Joe, Jon, don't you two dare go near the railings or spook Windstreak." She warned them before climbing down the ladder. They gave her promises with pinkies extended, and she dropped into the hold.

Inside it was dark, but she knew her way around in the hold better than anywhere else. Besides, there really wasn't much down here. Most of the supplies she'd gotten had been eaten, except for the fish that would never run out, and they weren't a trading vessel to carry all manner of goods. Coils of rope, a few baskets of seed potatoes, one more bale of hay for Windstreak, and a barrel of ale she'd brought as a gift to the Viking chief to convince him to let them stay. She'd been at her wit's end keeping the boys out of it.

Betty was awake now, though she hadn't started crying yet. With deft hands Mira cleaned her, then nestled her in the crook of her arm to feed. That done and the baby burped, she grabbed the basket of mending, put Betty in her sling, and climbed back on deck.

The fresh sea breeze hit her just right as she stepped out of the hold. Mira could tell a lot by the way the sea smelled when she stepped out of the hold. For one thing, that tailwind earlier had faded but they were now in a current, for another it appeared that she would need to take in the sail soon because a storm might be approaching. With luck this current would be swift and carry them away before it struck. If luck abandoned them then with the furled sails at least they might not capsize.

"Betcha' can't!" Joe yelled.

"Betcha' can!" Jon yelled back.

"Betcha' can't!"

Mira groaned in annoyance and dropped the basket on top of a crate by the cabin door. They were fighting about some kind of bet that was never good when it came to small boys and of course Mira no longer thought of herself as a small girl, for wasn't she all of ten now and a mother in all but birth?

"Hey now, get down from there!" She ordered at once upon seeing what this new bet had been.

The boys had climbed the rigging and were betting to see if they could jump into the water from this height. They cringed upon seeing her, knowing well they were doing what ought not to be done by small boys. She glared fiercely at them until they had climbed down and quickly lassoed the two to the mast, making them slump and pout. Her parents would've kept them below deck for the whole trip, to avoid them falling overboard and drowning. She had to improvise by tying them to the mast with a leash.

She didn't have any maps of the seas this far north. They must've passed Point Hopeless some time ago though, and the air had grown increasingly crisp with every passing day. She was wearing her thickest dress, which was a boring and drag grey but had nice long sleeves and went down almost to her feet. The boys were as bundled as she could get them, they wore both of their normal outfits but had outgrown their usual winter gear. She needed to let out the seams on them. The boys were growing like weeds.

Betty didn't really need winter clothes, she was so small. She was perfectly happy to be kept in her sling, wrapped up in all the spare cloth that Mira had to offer her. Surprisingly, the cold bothered her least of all.

"Land ho'!" Johann cried with a joyous cheer.

Mira grinned, climbing up the rigging and squinting, wanting to catch that first glimpse of dried land. Slowly the smudge grew darker, she could see mountains and sea stacks.

"Is dat Berk?" Joe called up to me. There was no difference between him and his brother, same black hair, same stormy blue eyes, and same dimple in each cheek. But this was Joe as surely as Jon was waiting in the wings by the rail.

"With any luck, it'll be home." I correct him, carefully climbing back down and never allowing myself to glimpse the floorboards below me.

Two Vikings, one wearing a bucket and with a long braided mustache and the other short and slightly rotund, helped me to dock. Johann had his own helpers, and the entire tribe of Hooligans seemed to have come down to greet him. I was a curiosity, but nothing more than that.

And then there was a man coming through the crowd. The word man didn't seem to do him justice. He had the biggest, reddest beard of all the Vikings, and stood nearly a head taller than everyone else. Bear blood, her father would've said, if he'd ever seen a man of comparable stature. Mira thought he'd taken the bear and added a few dozen dragons for spice.

"Johann, who's this?" He boomed at the trader. For the first time Mira wondered if Johann could get in trouble for bringing them here. Would they turn away his business of her presence displeased them?

"This is Mira, with her brothers and sister." He answered easily. "The little tykes don't have parents anymore, and she ran away from being forced into slavery so for a small fee I escorted her to the friendliestVikings this side of Valhalla!"

Now the great behemoth turned his war-hardened gaze on her, inspecting her. She imagined that he was weighing the extra mouths to feed against the work he might get off of her in exchange. Were her arms and shoulders strong enough to meet his standards? She was big compared to girls in the south but when she looked twice at the crowd she could see plenty of women who appeared to have bear's blood in their veins. She felt very small.

"The Freeze will be here soon. Do you know what you're getting in to? The dragons don't attack as often in the winter, but they come by often enough that we can't afford to help someone who's going to run out on us before planting season." He warned her sternly.

"We don't need help, just a place to dock." She assured him, never breaking his gaze.

"Ah, Stoick, don't be too rough on the lassie!" Another man boomed. Mira was startled to see that he wasn't more than an inch or so shorter than the first one, except he had a hook hand and his mustache was blonde and braided.

"Besides, looks as though she's brought some sort of pack animal." He gestured over to the shanty stall that Windstreak eyed them from.

"What is that?" Stoick asked, quieter now though not to the volume she was accustomed to. She wondered if Vikings knew what whispering was.

"She's a horse, her name's Windstreak." She gave an appraising look at the man, then at her shire. "She can draw heavy loads. Carry a man farther over land than he could walk in a day." Well, a normal man anyway. Windstreak was a big horse, bigger than those dainty things nobles used, but she wasn't sure that her horse was ready for a man with Dragon blood.

"And she's with foal. I'll rear the wee one for you and let you have him when he's grown." She swore. "I also brought ale, someone told me to bring a gift to the Chief so I brought it." She'd stolen it, but the Gods looked kindly on those in desperate times.

"What are your names?" He sighed.

She bit her lip to stop the mad giggle that wanted to break through. He looked resigned.

"I'm Mira, them two's Joe and Jon, and this wee thing is Betty." She answered. Things happened fast enough after that. All the Vikings in Berk came down to trade things with Johann. Mira couldn't tell which of the two was getting a better bargain. Dragon teeth and hide were popular trading, and she knew how valuable it was to those in the southern lands where dragons didn't tread as often, but the Vikings got good quality goods in return.

Stoick's friend, a man by the name of Gobber, came by with a barrow and helped her heave the barrel of ale up the steps. Mira drew in the sails, leaving Betty lying in a basket of cloth and the boys still tied to the mast and being careful not to lose her hold. Finally, at a couple hours till sundown the worst of the crowd left, happy with the deals they'd made, and the smaller Vikings were able to get through.

Well, at least I'm not the smallest person on the island after all. She thought as she saw a group of smaller Vikings approach the trader. It was difficult to tell since they varied so in size, but she thought they must be all near the same age almost. And that age appeared to be a year or two older than her. A blonde girl helped herself to a shiny axe, two blonde twins (She thought maybe one was a boy and the other a girl but she wasn't sure) fought over something in a bag, and there was a boy who definitely had dragon blood who gushed over some sort of book, and then there was a boy with some bear blood who found something shiny that he wanted.

There was one more member of this pack, and he was the littlest Viking of all. If someone asked what coloring his blood had, she would answer, bird. If there was ever a Viking that could be said to have birdblood, there he was. Smaller and wry, he was all arms and legs with a reddish brown plume on his head. He wore a thick fur jacket, but he didn't look cold. She supposed it was meant to make himself seem larger, like when one of her cats puffed out their fur, but it only emphasized his wee stature.

He had to wait until the other small Vikings, if Vikings could be small, had left before he could get something from Johann. He got a few bottles that looked like they might have ink in them. He traded something for them and then left in a hurry, although the other small Vikings were long gone.

"Well, Mira, what do you think of the people here?" Johann came over to ask once the last few people had left.

Most of them could break me without half trying. But she didn't say that. She told him that they hadn't been too upset about her coming to live here, and she'd given a whole barrel of good ale to the Chief.

"That's good." He nodded approvingly. "Stoick saved my life a few years back you know, so I always make the trip here for him, even though I usually stay away from areas with too many dragons." Johann couldn't stay though. The tide was going out, and he didn't want to stay lest a dragon raid came in the night and torched his ship. Mira and her family waved good bye and calls of luck as he vanished over the horizon.

The sun went down, they had dinner and she laid everyone down to sleep. She did the chores, mended a net, and then settled down beside her sister for a good long sleep. The gentle rocking waves against the hull lulled her to sleep, and morning came with a face full of cat fur.

Without opening her eyes she could tell it was Quickdash, the male. He purred in her ear and his fur tickled her nose. Mira carefully sat up, cradling him in her arms like he was a kitten. He settled back down on her pillow while she got up and dressed and brushed her hair. She wanted to make a good impression on the Vikings, so she'd taken it out of its plaits last night so she could brush it in the morning.

All braided it hung almost low enough to sit on. She'd never had to have her hair cut. It hung just as silky and black as it had the day she was born. With that done she fed and changed Betty, gave the boys their breakfast, and fed the animals. Today she dressed the boys warmly, but the upper layer was their town clothes, their third outfit. Today she wore the blue dress over her gray one. It was a spring dress, and had short sleeves and only came to her knees, but it was clean.

Windstreak was ecstatic to finally be let out of the stall. Mira saddled her with expert fingers, and then put both boys on before vaulting behind them, Betty slung on her back. It was quick, nauseating trip up the cliff to the village proper, and then she got her first true look at Berk.

The houses were very well-made, and there were huge torches that stood in key points around town. People had started getting up and doing the chores, but they all turned around to get a good look at the strangers. Mira tried her best to meet their eyes without flinching. Vikings seemed to have wolf blood in them too, but that didn't scare her. She was riding Windstreak, nothing could hurt her when she was riding Windstreak.

"Ah, good, you're already up." Stoick was coming down from a house on a hill. It was bigger than the other houses, the home of the Chief, and beyond it was a long flight of stone steps that led to a truly massive building.

"Hello, Chief Sir." She greeted him.

"Your creature can draw loads?" She nodded at his question. He gestured over to some small barrels. They were water tight, probably had water inside them or ale. They stood in a two-wheeled wagon; all that was needed was something to hitch it to.

She did that, getting Windstreak settled in. The horse tossed her head, testing the weight she was being charged with. This wasn't a problem for the big Shire horse. Mira took the lead rein and looked at Stoick, silently asking what he wanted her to do next.

"Take'em to the storage, down that way with the big doors," He pointed to the building. It was on the other side of the village, but there was a clear path from here to there. She nodded and went on her way. She took a quiet moment of satisfaction as some Vikings began "whispering". They hadn't expected one creature to be able to pull all those barrels, or for one small girl to command that creature.

After that she let the boys down and told them they could play but if they so much as thought about going into the forest or too near the cliffs, and then she'd have to tie them up to the mast for the rest of the winter. They were too small to remember that they'd probably be inside for most of the winter anyway, and swore up and down that they'd stay near the village.

Her first day on Berk is spent running errands and making deliveries. It was the same thing she used to do for coin, but now she did it for a test. The Vikings were taking her measure, and she desperately needed a passing grade. They weren't unkind. They'd give her a share of the firewood she hauled, or some bread for lunch, and in one case a young woman gave her a necklace made of dragon teeth because "a pretty girl should have something pretty to wear."

Mira wisely chose not to tell the woman of southern fashions, where wearing anything like teeth got one labeled as mad. She bit her lip and thanked the woman, tying the necklace around her throat, so that five little fangs glistened on her chest.

Finally they seemed satisfied that the horse at least, was useful, and she gratefully unhitched Windstreak. Now her horse could paw the ground and rear slightly, confident that her rider would not slide off. Indeed, Mira clung on with a fierce strength and a wild smile. The women back home would've called her mad, but Mira kicked her steed into a full gallop straight into the forest.

Yes, this is where she belonged. On a valiant steed charging into battle, or racing to deliver a message for a king! She belonged at the helm of her ship in a storm, barking orders to a brave crew and raiding the shorelines for treasure. She wanted ocean spray, with the wind in her hair to whip her braid back behind her.

They leapt over fallen logs and outstretched roots, every clinging branch was one of those townsfolk who'd clucked their condolences, and as she broke free of the branches she broke free of them. She didn't ever want to stop running!

Windstreak was sweaty and shaky by the time they got back to Berk. She decided to walk beside the mare, keeping a leash on her brothers. She made sure the mare was between her and the long drop down as they walked down to the docks. She tended to her mount as she imagined she'd tend to her firstborn, with love and care.

Thus the ended of her first day on Berk.


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