Hello everyone. A long time passed since finishing that story, but I decided to remake it. I would like to say I only changed grammar, but I would fucking lied. Oops.

What has changed? Well, some things.

Like cursing. Fuck historical cursing. My cousin seven years old know how to curse, so we shouldn't be embarrassed of it. (I don't approve of it, I just saying the facts that's a reality now.)

Like dialogues. Much in them. I think they are more interesting, I focused on them, I threw away a lot of descriptions and focused on them and I love them.

HICCUP'S CHARACTER! YES, I CHANGED THE WHOLE PERSONALITY OF THE MAIN CHARACTER. It changed, like, from crybaby to, fuck everyone and everything kind of thing.

That's why I recommend rereading it, although it's not necessary to understand the next parts.

The curious one, why I remade, notes at the end, and for the rest, pleasant reading.

"Speed up, Hiccup!"

"Show them what ya can!"

"Shoot her, ya lizard!"

This is Berk

A loud crowd was surrounding a large, stone arena. The sounds of striking chains were audible everywhere because Vikings were jerking them, heavily. There was laughing, screaming, and yelling all over the place, coming from people that cheered and were upset. Everyone around, young people, older people, and even elders observed the situation occurring before their eyes inside it.

The place I call my home or I wish I could do so, at least

There, running was a young woman with Auburn hair, skinny, abnormal posture for Viking, and laughable height. Her dark, green eyes glowed with fear, while her hands shook holding a sword in one of them and a colorful, wooden shield in another.

"Why it is takin' so long!" The man from the crowd yelled. "Just do somethin'!"

"I'm tryin', okay?" She shouted back, groaning.

The place of cold, misery, pain

Catching the glimpse of her attacker, she ran in the opposite direction from it. There was a roar and in her direction launched a few spikes, impacting her into the stone wall. They had been thrust into her cloth, making it harder for her to get out of the situation. She could only try wriggling herself free and in doing so, she dodged a fire strike.

and, of course, dragons.

Before her, stood rather a large dragon, which was blue, with spikes on its head as well as a tail that was encircled with colorful spikes. Its body resembled a bird at the first glance, as well as its behavior. When she freed herself from deadly spikes, she began once more running and the dragon seemed not amazed, as it shot spikes which hit her shield, luckily.

"Stop runnin', attack already!" Somebody from beyond the arena boomed.

"Easier said than done!" She growled, but in meantime, she was forced to focus on surviving another fire blast.

"Hiccup, focus already!" Shouted the man, known to her as after hearing his voice, she nodded, obediently.

He was a tall, muscular, but rather fat, man, at whose sight her back shivered. His ginger, slightly gray beard, was braided and his head was covered by a helmet, with two mighty horns. His appearance showed he wasn't enjoying the situation the girl found herself in, but either way, he wasn't scared of her life. Rather was disappointed with it, she bit her lip, shamefully.

"Calm down Stoic," The blond-haired, limping man with a mustache patted the man's back. "She's gettin' better each day! Last year she couldn't even hold that sword!" He laughed.

"I don't know what should I do anymore, Gobber," Stoic peeked at the ring and soothed, witnessing that Hiccup decided to carefully attack.

"Ya prejudice," Gobber shrugged. "Give her a chance, the lad might surprise ya."

"It was almost five years," he threw his arms. "She never killed and, we have to accept that, she will never kill a dragon," he sighed. "She might improve, but not enough to not make herself an embarrassment!"

Gobber groaned. "How is she supposed to not make so, if she isn't provided with the most important thing to do so," he raised his brow. Noticing Stoic's questioning glance, he exhaled. "The father's support!"

Stoic rolled his eyes, skeptically. "What she needs is confidence and she has to learn it on her own."

"Of course," Gobbed snorted.

Both of them heard the sound of cheers and while glancing at the arena, they witnessed Hiccup with the dragon by her feet. The truth was a young female used the strength of mind, which every Viking might have been jealous of, and the ropes that happened to be the reason for the dragon's fall.

Stoic smirked at Gobber, with a feeling of victory in his chest. Then he clapped his hands, proud of his daughter's doings. Gobber still seemed unsure about the moment, but even so, shared happiness with the man. Afterward, the shouting began.

"Kill the monster!"

"Dragon's death!"

"Just in the scull!"

Nervous Hiccup heard all of them, but not even one of the exclaims was giving her needed assurance. The actual opposite of it. The crowd witnessed the girl, that shakily glimpsed at the dragon.

Both were eye to eye staring at each other like they led a mental conversation. Hiccup's hands started to shake and her thoughts were battling each other. She stroked her palms, in a calming gesture.

Stoic groaned. "Not again," he muttered. "Hiccup, kill it right now!"

His show of outrage didn't help her. She tightened the grip on the sword and prepared to hit, only to put the sword down next to her. Bad choice, because the dragon in a slight moment got out of the rope trap, just so to continue its chase after her. The witnessing it Vikings groaned, laughed, and snickered.

"Nothing new," Stoic whispered. "Get her out!" He ordered. "Finish that humiliation," he murmured to himself.

Hiccup found herself in her home, close to the fireplace, next to a cooking pot with fish soup in it, just in front of her father. His impression was saying everything. Dissatisfaction mixed with disappointment, with a wave of additional, slight anger.

Sharpening his axe, he gaped straight at her from his sitting spot on the throne. Avoiding his look, she twisted her fingers to redness. Both were understanding that someone will have to begin that conversation, which Hiccup preferred not to consider possible, but despite that, she grunted.

"Dad,"

"Why can't ya accomplish somethin', which won't be a shame for the family?" He frowned. "Is that too much to ask for?!"

"I'm sorry," she shrank herself.

"Right," he stroked his eyelids. "I'm startin' to think I'm sorry is my name, ya sayin' it that often," he snorted. "Can ya explain to me finally, after a long, long time of gettin' me under the impression of a chief, who can't handle his daughter, why," he crossed his arms over his chest. "Why?!"

The only thing she did was bite her lip hard, then be forced to keep still despite the flow of blood. "I'm not doin' it on purpose," she wiped her mouth from the red liquid. "Probably, it would be better, if I was off the trainin'."

His eyes widened. "Off the trainin'?" He snickered. "Not a chance. You have to learn how to fight, despite that weird unsureness of yers. Like our ancestors!" He stood up. "What are ya goin' to do with yer life, other than fightin'?"

"Fightin' is not the only possibility."

"In our family it is."

"What about bein' a baker?" She hummed, trying to prove her point. "We might be lackin' them someday."

"Be serious, Hiccup," he growled. "Even our bakers are fightin' dragons," he shook his head. "Despite that, it's ya future, we're talkin' about. The future of Berk!"

"Our future doesn't need me," she frowned.

"Of course, it does," he barked. "Ya are twenty. The little time and ya will become a woman. The woman, who will come to be a chiefness," he pinched the bridge of his nose. "How can I offer ya a chiefdom, when ya are," he pointed at her. "This."

"Ya just pointed all of me," she rolled her eyes. "As always anyway," she muttered.

"Ya need to understand, that what ya doin' is ruinin' yer future," he exhaled, sadly. "Ya give me no other choice than to propose yer hand to some son's chief," he inhaled. "It's a good idea. I will find ya a good man and ya won't be forced to lead at all."

"But I will still be forced to marry someone I don't know!" She straightened. "Dad, it's highly inappropriate! How can ya even, suggest that? It's forced marriage! What would mother think, if she heard you say that!"

"She wouldn't be proud," his jaw tensed. "But, she would understand."

"She wouldn't!" She stood up to face him. "And we both know it."

"Don't talk to me like that, Hiccup!" he snarled. "It's highly improper!"

"Then you know how I feel now!"

They stared at each other, battling one another with the power of their eyes. Despite the giant height difference between them, Hiccup didn't look startled. The idea of the thing, he pushed her to be involved in, didn't let her for even the finest move. Same way Stoic, who was confident about his assertions.

Hiccup's life was nothing but a problem to everyone, even herself, but she couldn't let anyone decide how it was or how it was going to be. The loveless marriage was the least of needed things and she couldn't let her father do it.

In Stoic's case, he was lacking possibilities. The idea of that marriage from the beginning seemed to him like the last option he would take, but unfortunately, there came a time when he had to take it. He knew he was doing a impropriate thing. Maybe with it, she will become more willing to change, he hummed, wondering. Eventually, it was he, who first let go of the stare. He hated the way he treated her, he bit his cheek.

"Alright, I won't thrust ya into marriage," he grunted. "But only, if you promise me to change," he raised his chin confidently. She raised her brow, questioning. "Show me, ya are capable of bein' a proper Viking and there won't be any unfair declarations from me."

She raised her brow. "Is that so?" She hummed, thoughtfully. "I want to make it clear. Ya won't force me into anythin' I wouldn't want," she narrowed her eyes. He nodded. "Make it my future, and it's a deal," she shoved her hand between them.

"Future?"

"If I enhance my results, I don't want anybody to have power over my life," she inhaled. "Ya especially."

"If you become the Viking, I'm hopin' to see, then of course," he shook her hand. "Good luck," he smirked and she rolled her eyes.

Thereafter, while the moment lasted, Gobber burst inside their house. "Hiccup, ya are needed," his eyes widened, being a witness of rather an odd situation he got himself into. "Did I interrupt somethin'?"

"No, we just ended," Stoic pushed Hiccup by her shoulder in Gobber's direction. "She's all yers," he nodded to a friend, who responded by doing the same.

Leaving after Gobber, she peeked at her father who nodded at her last time, before focusing on his tasks. As he did, she did as well.

It began five years ago, about dawn, in the morning while the air was a thick, alarming fog.

Hiccup's heart at the time was gaining on its speed. The day came she would prove herself to her village. The day, in which she would show them, that the time spent on her inventions and uncountable tests of them, was worthwhile. She finally caught a dragon, she giggled, happily. And not the random one.

A Night Fury. The dragon is known for its incredible killing and flying skills. The most deadly dragon to the core, and the most mysterious one. Nobody ever saw it, and she was about to become the first to do so.

The deeper she headed into the forest, the less confident she felt. The invention trapped the dragon, and send it somewhere into the woods, because of which Hiccup warbled searching for it, unsuccessfully in it, for something like one hour already.

Seeing the sun, visible from beyond the trees, she got first hesitation thoughts. What, even if it got away? She bit her fingernails. What if she imagined the whole event?!

From frustration, she whack a nearby branch and was hit back straight into her eye. Classic, she whined. Wiping the wound, she glanced at the tree, which was a part of the branch, angered, but the motion helped her to notice that it was rather a fallen tree than a straight one.

Looking over it, she noticed a trace on the ground, and following it she got to the point, at which her heart missed a few beats. She got to the target, she swallowed.

Carefully, she began approaching the laying dragon, in meantime analyzing it. The eternal secret of Berk had black-colored scales, which she guessed helped it hide in the dark of night. To its body attached were two, mighty wings, both tangled in ropes. It was motionless, unconscious, and senseless.

Standing before it, she took out her knife. While watching it she shivered, because earlier closed, out of the unconscious, eyes opened. The intense, green eye was staring straight at her.

Taking a big breath, she tried soothing her wild soul. Despite that, the thing she couldn't do was take her eyes off the dragon's eye, making it difficult for her body to relax.

Every moment that passed was giving her strange, mixed signals. Starting with a startle. Continuing on curiosity. Ending at the understanding.

That moment, that incredibly lengthy moment, was giving her the thoughts she would never expect from herself. She started comparing herself to a dragon. She was absurd, she closed her eyes and prepared herself for a strike of a knife info Night Fury's heart.

Even so, before that could've happened, she peeked at it with one of her eyes. Mistake, because when she did, she didn't see a monster and a demon every Viking was calling dragons, but a scared creature. Scared as she was, she hissed.

Deciding, she frowned and with one, good hit, she cut the rope, then the next one, and so on. She was crazy, her instinct was screaming at her which she ignored. Thereafter, she didn't stop, until the dragon, noticing its way of escape threw itself at her.

It stabbed its claw under her neck. Trying to move, Hiccup found herself in a position, from which she could just beg. At last, she glared at the intense, green eye that was narrowed and in a slit at her sight. Eventually, because of the startle and freezing, she closed her eyes, waiting for the last, ending her life, shot.

The only things she witnessed were a mighty, deafening roar, and a lack of weight on her chest. Opening her eyes, she saw emptiness. The dragon left. Taking a few shallow breaths, she stood and planned into going back home. Even so, making an effort to do so, she fainted, being encircled by darkness.

Hiccup and Gobber were in his workshop. Both worked the hardest they could while making swords, axes, and many more. Despite that, her head was still encircled with bad thoughts from earlier events.

Knowing she couldn't kill the dragon and understanding a reason, she was placed in rather a catastrophic condition. It was against her nature, she attempted unsuccessfully to expel it from her mind.

Painfully, Hiccup reminded herself of the event, that began her life to ruin apart. She regretted not killing that dragon. If she found herself again in the same position, she wouldn't hesitate, she growled underneath her nose.

"That sword doesn't need sharpin' anymore, Hiccup," Gobber chuckled.

Woken up from her thoughts, she noticed the sword, which she was sharpening, was three inches shorter than supposed to be. "I'm sorry, Gobber," she hissed, guilty. "I had rather a hard day."

"Yes, I took notice of that," he scratched his stomach. "Do ya want to talk about somethin' with old Gobber?" He hummed. "What about that conversation ya had with yer father?"

"Maybe," she groaned. "I'm not sure. Lately, I have too much on my head."

"I know," he exhaled. "That whole crisis with trainin' is too much for you?" He fretted and she nodded, but unknowingly to him, doing so, she lied. "Don't ya worry. Ya are a strong lad!" He pushed hot steel into the water. "Just wait, and before ya notice it, ya are goin' to kill not only one dragon!"

"Right," she faked a smile and straightened. "Gobber, but what if I'm not capable of killin' the dragon?"

"Hiccup, killin' is part of ya."

"I'm not so sure."

"Hiccup, I understand."

"I doubt that."

"Ya are like yer mother," he chuckled embarrassedly when Hiccup's eyes widened. "Not that I know somethin' more," he tried to walk off.

Hiccup stopped him. "Ya can't just mention her, and pretend lack of knowledge," she squirmed, impatiently. "Ya know how my dad is about her memory. I barely know anythin'! May ya, I don't know, say somethin' more about her?" She grinned, beggingly.

"Yer father will kill me if I do."

"And why is that?" She raised her brow. "Don't I have the right to know anythin'?"

"If ya have questions, ask yer father."

"Please!"

At the view of begging him Hiccup, Gobber inhaled, defeated. "Alright, but ya will have my blood on yer hands if he kills me," he groaned and she giggled, then focused. "Yer mother was like, the worst person attendin' the trainin' in history of our island. Well, maybe after ya," he laughed while Hiccup rolled her eyes. "What I remember, was that she tried to make peace, between dragons and people. That's why half of the village thought she was insane!" He shook his head. "If it wasn't for yer father, I don't know what they would do with her."

"She wanted peace?"

He nodded. "Yer father loved her very much," he smiled, brightly. "She loved him just as well, but what's most important is that she died a hero. After all, she saved yer life, but ya know that already," he pointed at her.

"I never knew she fought for peace."

"And what I just said?" He narrowed his eyes. "She saved yer life! That's most valuable!"

"Right," she stroked her knees skeptically. "Ya are probably right," she gazed down.

Seeing so, Gobber kneeled before her and smiled at her. "Make yerself a day of break, alright?" He placed his prosthesis hook on her shoulder. "I don't want to tire the tired already!" He laughed and stood up. "Go on, and see ya tomorrow."

Hiccup stood up and stroked her palms. "Sure, see ya tomorrow," she bit her lip. Thereafter, slowly, she passed him and left.

The nighttime came as another reminder of her mistake. The moon was shining in the sky, which was cloudless, peaceful, and star-full. The perfect time for the attack, she thought, but hearing none of the dragons' roars, she was implied otherwise.

Walking through the forest, she wondered if she should head home, but the dark forest that she loved for its quietness and peace, which she was never afraid of, convinced her to stay. It was safer here than in her home village, she giggled. What a strange circumstance.

These last, five years were the worst of her life. Everything changed, and nobody noticed that. The truth was she couldn't live the same and that nobody would if they found out that she was cursed.

Cursed with the worst punishment Viking could get. Cursed by the dragon, who revenged on her, with a sentence worse than death. Worse than it could've been imagined. And the worst part was she had done that to herself.

She could've killed that dragon, while she had the occasion. That future, that reality didn't have happened, if it wasn't for her bad judgments and conclusions.

At the view of the cliff, she inhaled and walked in its direction. Life was hopeless to her. Each of the days, she was forced to live through an everyday reminder of her being a social outcast, but also a problem. Her whole existence was a danger for everybody surrounding her, she gazed down, from the cliff she climbed, at the wild sea.

Enjoying the view she found herself before, she inhaled the salty air, smiling. The wind was blowing her hair and there was the peaceful sound of waves cashing into the stone. She closed her eyes, and with a shaky foot, she made a step forward.

The wind that moments ago was a delicate sense, changed into a rapid and hurtful event. Her eyes, which remained closed, opened slightly, causing panic to sink into her body.

Her hardest, Hiccup tried to calm herself despite the fact of the deadly situation she found herself in. Control yourself, was the only thought that surrounded her mind. She repeated it, constantly, without a break in it.

Feeling a gain in speed, it was becoming harder and harder to accomplish. Her mind, these survival thoughts, started trying to push itself before these against it. When the wind blew strongly enough, that it turned her to a side, the survival thoughts won. When they did, the abnormal and bizarre feelings took over. Instinct, but not human's.

A moment before hitting an ocean surface, supernatural events began. Her body inched, and her head raced, which helped her to not focus on whatever was transpiring with her. She knew one: It was a curse.

The curse, from which she wanted to get away. The curse, which changed her into her worst nightmare. When she fell into the water with a big splash, nothing was causing pain to her, like the water's surface couldn't match her body.

Clumsily, she got to the closest shore and lay on the sand, trying to ignore the terrible ache that surrounded her whole body. Ignoring the reflection in the water was rather a challenge, which she couldn't meet.

From the water, looking at her were two, animal-like, dark, green orbs, that were attached to black-scaled skin. She was a monster, a dragon, a Night Fury, she wailed.

Like a hatchling, that just hatched, she didn't know how to do anything. Forced into a position, in which half of her body was in the water and half on the sand, she gazed slowly to the side, where the cliff had its place.

The human, from that distance, wouldn't notice it, because of the darkness but her dragon eyes did. The only thing she did, was whine to herself, before closing her eyes in defeat and exhaustion. The sweet death, why won't it accept her? She dozed off.