GENDERBEND! HTTYD!

The Viking and the Dragon Maiden.

Chapter Two; Who Are You.

Ash looked around, hoping to find the rest of the group. They weren't anywhere in his sights when he woke up, so he decided to stay by the beach and look around. He was told by Gobber that if you ever get shipwrecked and separated, stay by the beach, and either sit put or look around until you find each other.

That's what Gobber said anyway.

He kept on walking, until he heard voices from the other side of a rock wall on the beach. Climbing over the rocks, he was glad to see his friends, looking around, calling out to him, the ship by their side in a complete and utter wreck.

"Guys!" he called out to them, making them turn on their feet and spot him on the rocks.

"Ash!" they all cried out in relief as he made his way over to them.

"Is everyone okay?" he asked when he got to them. Though his attitude said otherwise, he actually cared for his friends, but being made of stone, he wouldn't admit it.

"We're fine."

"Of course, we're are."

"A little shaken, but not to badly."

"Please! This is the Snot your talking to!"

He sighed. They were okay.

More or less.

"Well, now that were all here and okay, give me the details. Fishlegs, how's the ship?" he asked the bulky Viking, who nodded.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be too badly damaged. It might take a few days to repair it. Weeks even." he concluded, making him groan.

Looks like they were gonna stay here for a while.

His annoyed gaze shifted upward, to where he spotted something on the far cliff. A figure wearing black armor with spots of red here and there. A mask covered their face, but even from this distance, he could feel their eyes on them. But that wasn't what was catching his attention.

It was the creature beside it.

A black shape stood beside the figure, it's gaze fixed on the gang just like the figure.

"The Dragon Rider..." Ash mumbled, getting the others attention, making them look up at the cliff, and stared at shock. Fishlegs looked ready to wet himself, Ruffnut looked at them with a curious expression, Tuff gave a blank look, not really sure what the big deal is, Snotlout looked a bit nervous, but managed to steel.

The Rider got on the Dragon, which Ash assumed was the Night Fury and flew off the other direction, out of their line of sight.

"Well, some much for the element of surprise." Tuff commented, making the rest of us look at him with a 'are you serious?' look. But as much as I hate to admit it, he was right.

The Dragon Rider knows we're here.

Several Minutes Later.

After salvaging whatever food and supplies they could, they set up some tents and got ready to sleep.

"Alright. You guys get some shot eye. I'll keep first watch, and when I can't keep my eyes open for any longer, Snotlout, you take over, and then Fishlegs, then the twins. And Twins, when it's your turn, you only call out, if you think there is danger."

"Got it!" they both saluted.

"Goodnight everyone."

"Goodnight."

Ash sat down on a log they set up around the camp and kept watch, my axe in hand. I kept my eyes on the fire as they dance on the wood and spread their warmth around the camp. Everything seemed quiet, before I heard a snap of a twig coming from the jungle.

I turned around in a flash, and saw the Dragon Rider and his Night Fury spying on me from behind a rock. A snapped twig stood underneath the Night Fury's paw, which was lifted in the air, as if it noticed it's mistake.

Got ya.

The Rider wordlessly got on the Dragon's back and raced into the jungle. I stood up to go after them, but I knew that it was too late. The speed of a Night Fury was so great, it was unknown how fast they can go. They were probably two miles away by now.

With a sigh, I sat back down, and after a while, I couldn't just stay awake, so I walked over to Snotlout's tent and woke him up, and then went to my own tent.

Tomorrow, I'm going to look for the Dragon Rider. And Odin help his sorry ass.

The Next Morning.

Thankfully, the time the Twins decided to wake them was at day break. They all went off to do their own thing. Snotlout sat back and relaxed, the Twins looked around for something entertaining, and Fishlegs and Ash were trying to fix the boat, but it was turning out to be hopeless.

"Snotlout! Get your lazy backside over here and help Fishlegs. I'm going to have look at the island."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute, mister! How come I have to stay here?"

"Because you have been doing nothing but sitting on your lazy ass. Now get over there!" with that, Ash walked into the jungle, leaving the others alone.

Not noticing two pairs of eyes staring at him from the trees.

One pair was a toxic green, the other, a bright forest color.

A Few Hours Later.

Ash's POV.

I walked through the woods for a while now, but so far, nothing. Not a Dragon or Rider in sight.

Giving up, I decided to stop by a small lake by a waterfall. I splashed my face a couple of times, before taking a sip of the clear water.

Before hearing a strange cooing noise.

Looking up, I saw probably the most cutest thing in my entire life. Three adolescent Deadly Nadders stood by the water, looking at me curiously and cautiously. One was a light blue, a male, another a light green, another male, and the last one was a light purple, a girl, who seemed the least cautious, and more curious.

I smiled. Baby Dragons, Berk didn't have a problem with. It was the big ones that caused trouble. Besides, these guys were adorable, it might even make Stoick melt.

"Come here." I beckoned to them, with a friendly smile. After some more friendly persuasion, the Nadders were now a few inches from me. I reached a hand out to pat them. The blue one hissed, his pupils turning narrow, the tiny spikes on his tail springing up. The green one wasn't hostile, but kept a good distance away. But the purple one didn't seemed to mind me, and nuzzled into my hand, making the warrior in me smile, as the others relaxed, seeing their sister unharmed and pushed each other to get a pat.

"You hungry?" I dug into my pocket, and pulled out some bread I brought for my walk and held it out to the purple one, who looked at it happily, before the green one swooped in and snatched it and ran off, the blue one followed after him.

I can't help but laugh as the two got into a little tug-of-war.

"You like that, don't ya?" I asked, and the purple one cooed, wanting her share, to which I smiled and pulled out another piece of bread and snapped it in half and gave it to her. "Try eating that and fish for five days straight." I muttered, digging into the bread.

I played with them for a little bit, before a tremendous screech warned me.

Mother was here.

A sky blue Nadder with bright yellow markings charged at me to defend her babies. The possible threat; me.

I jumped to my feet and reached for the handle of my axe, only to find air, and I remembered that I took it off when I came to the lake. I was completely defenseless now.

I made to run, but the Nadder spot her spikes and it landed on the ground beside me, cutting me short. I fell on my backside and scooted back until I found myself pinned by the rock wall next to the waterfall.

The Nadder growled, before some smaller growls were heard as the babies rushed to my rescue and made a Dragon wall in front of me. I couldn't help but smile smugly.

"Ha! Score one for the Vikings!"

The Nadder snorted, before taking a few steps away and made a noise from her throat and spewed some fish out for her young. I grimaced, but the hostile looks on the babies faded and rushed over to the pile of fish and started gobbling it up.

The purple one looked over to me, before picking up a salmon and rushed over to me, and placed the raw fish in my lap, and then sat back, watching me with such intense eyes, making me uncomfortable, when the mother looked at me the very same way.

I felt a little awkward, being stared at in such a way, before the mother nodded towards the fish and then back at me.

I looked the fish and then at the baby in shock, before sighing. I guess that if I was going to earn Mother Nadder's trust, then I was gonna have to be polite to her kids.

With some hesitance, I bit into the fish, making the mother purr curiously. I held the rest of the fish to the baby, but she didn't take it, making a swallowing motion.

I groaned in disbelieve.

How smart was this Dragon?! It's only a baby, for Thor's sake!

With difficulty, swallowed. I couldn't hold back a shudder at the taste, as the baby cooed delightfully, as if saying 'Well? Was it good?'. I smiled thankfully at the baby, scratching her chin, before offering her the rest, to which she accepted, much to my relief.

Before I tensed when I heard a giggle.

"I remember when Toothless did the exact same thing. After convincing him to cook it first, it became no big deal." a muffled voice called out in the jungle, followed by a grumpy growl, making the Nadders purr and coo in joy.

Was it who I thought it was?

Out of the shadows of the jungle, a figure walked out, a slick black body walking up beside them.

It was the Dragon Rider.

Now up close, I could see that his armor was mostly made out of leather and Dragon scales. There was spots of red here and there and on one of the shoulder pads had the picture of a red dragon. The helmet looked like a humanoid Dragon, three spines going down the back of the helmet. The Dragon beside him was defiantly a Night Fury, with dark grey spots on his stomach, and toxic green eyes. It was defiantly impressive.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" the Rider asked me, and I raised his head in defense and pride, to try and be intimidating.

"I am Ash Hofferson of Berk! And I am on a mission to find the Dragon Rider, and bring him to justice!" I scowled at him, and the Dragon growled, raising his wings in defense, but a gentle hand on his snout stopped him. "Easy bud." the Rider whispered, before turning back to me. I was considering my chances. If I could get to my axe, I'd stand a fighting chance, but I was outmatched by a Nadder and a Night Fury. My chances against those were slim.

And I think I'm safe, considering that the purple Nadder jumped into my arms and chirped at the Rider, as if saying 'It's okay. He's with me'. The Rider tilted his head in a very Dragon like manner, before turning to the Night Fury, who started talking in a strange language he never heard of before, and the Rider and Nadder joined in the conversation, the Rider, being the only one speaking normally.

The Rider sighed, before turning back to me.

I only had one question; "Who are you?"

The Rider looked mildly surprised, before sighing and taking off his helmet.

Or should I say her helmet?

Standing beside the Night Fury and the Nadder was a girl probably twenty years old. She had a lightly pale skin with barely seen freckles dotting her face and cheeks, and a tiny scar on her chin. Her auburn hair was up in a long plate then wrapped around it was white cloth that acted like a bandage. She was actually quite beautiful...

"To the Dragons, my name is Littlefire, but to the rest, I am Hicca."

Hicca's POV.

I love being in the air with Toothless. I just feel free up here. I can see why Dragons have wings. They must love it too.

Sure I've lived with Dragons my entire life, but I knew I was different from all the other Dragons. I'm smaller then a Nadder, but taller then a Speed Stinger. I couldn't breath fire or ice like my friends, Stormfly, Hookfang, Meatlug, Barf and Belch, or my guardian, Cloudjumper and I couldn't fly like them either. All I could do was protect and serve the nest.

I have lived here my entire life, and I'm glad I did after seeing what the rest of my kind were like. Judgmental monsters who kill without a second thought. People who take one look at a strange creature and assume that it is nothing but a spawn of Infernia. I'm glad that Cloudjumper found me and took me away from whatever village I came from.

Yes. I knew I wasn't born here, that I was originally born a Viking. Cloudjumper told me after I came back from me and my friends first flight. That was when I first met Toothless by the way. I found out a few things on the way.

Anyway, back to the present.

I was flying when Static, a Skrill from the Storm Division, approached me.

"Static. What's wrong?" I asked him, noticing his worried expression.

"We got another ship! But instead of throwing it off course, we accidentally shipwrecked them on Tracker Island!" he told me in Dragonese, but I understood perfectly.

"Relax, Static. It's not your fault. I'll have a look into this. You and the Storm Division head back home, and alert the White King." he nodded and roared the command to the Storm Division and flew off towards the Ice Nest, as me and Toothless flew towards the beach.

We landed on a cliff and saw the party. Five people in total.

They were looking at what remained of their ship. It didn't look good. Just then, one of them noticed me on the cliff and alerted the others. We stared at each other for a while, before I decided to go.

As night came around, I decided to spy a little at the camp. Now that I was closer, I could see the features of each of them. The plump one was rather cute, and had an aura that said he was the intellectual type and was into facts, the lanky ones were identical, the male seemed to be on brawn while the female was a bit smarter, though they didn't seem to be that bright, the buff one seem kinda tough-looking, and had an aura that said he was as temperamental as a Monstrous Nightmare, and was just as arrogant, when I got a look at the last one, I felt my breath catch.

He was handsome. No doubt about that. He was probably a year older then me, had short blonde hair that went everywhere. He was well groomed, and a strong muscled chest, meaning that he must be skilled in combat.

Hottie or not, that was not good for Dragons.

Night fell and the boy was taking the first watch. Me and Toothless decided to take a closer look, before Toothless accidentally stepped on a twig.

"Toothless." I hissed, knowing he didn't mean but couldn't help but scold him. He looked sheepish.

"Sorry."

I turned back to the camp, to find the boy staring at our direction. Jumping onto Toothless's back, we ran off. No-one can keep up with a Night Fury, be it on the land or in the air.

Sun finally came up, and we jumped into the tress and waited, before seeing the blonde heading off into the woods, axe in hand.

Wanting to make sure he doesn't get into any trouble, we followed him.

He came to a stop by a small lake where Toothless and I like to stop for a drink, and splashed himself in the face and took a sip. I noticed some movement and realized in horror that it was Stormfly's hatchlings, Treeroot, Tailspin, and Freefall. Treeroot was the green one, he was the brains of the litter and was cautious of everything new, but was willing to give it a go. He was the middle hatchling. Tailspin was the blue one, he was the most protective of the litter and was the oldest. He cared deeply for his siblings and was always ready to fight, just like his mum. Freefall was the purple one, and the only girl in the litter, and the youngest. She was a good judge of character and was always ready to play.

Stormfly was a dear friend of mine, and I'd be damned if anything happened to her young, and I was like a aunt to them. I got Inferno, my trusty fire sword, out and got ready to activate it, when I saw something truly shocking.

The boy was actually being friendly to them. Tailspin, was of course, ready to fight him if he need to, and Treeroot was keeping his distance, but Freefall seemed to like him as she nuzzled his reached-out hand. The other two calmed out and pushed each other to get his attention.

Then the boy pulled out some bread and held it out to them. The sight of food caused the boys to get into a game of tug-of-war, as Freefall turned back to the boy, who snapped his piece of bread in half and gave it to her. They ate then played a bit, before Stormfly appeared, afraid that he would hurt them, or capture them.

He made to escape, but she stopped him with her Spine Shot and cornered him. I was about to rush in and stop her, before the hatchlings bet me to it and formed a protective line in front of him, making the boy smile smugly.

"Ha! Score one for the Vikings!"

Naturally, I would have been as insulted as Stormfly, but the only thing that crossed my head was; he has such a nice voice.

Wake up, Hicca! Now was not the time to act like a lovesick Terror!

I was brought back to the present when Stormfly regurgitated some fish, to which the litter chirped happily and rushed over to get their share, before Freefall grabbed a salmon and padded over to the boy and placed the fish in his lap.

I smirked at this. Toothless did the exact same thing when we went exploring. This happened a few times, before I finally convinced him to cook it first before I ate it.

The boy looked a bit awkward, before Stormfly spoke in Dragonese.

"Well? Go on. I know it's not your diet, but you don't want to hurt her feelings."

He seemed to understand they wanted him to do and sighed in defeat, before taking a big chomp out of the fish, not swallowing and offered Freefall the rest, but she chirped.

"Your supposed to swallow, silly!" I can't help but laugh a bit at her innocence.

The boy groaned, before complying, shuddering.

Freefall chirped excitedly, "Well? Did you like it?"

The boy smiled, and scratched her chin, before giving her the rest of the fish.

I decided to make myself known.

"I remember when Toothless did the exact same thing. After convincing him to cook it first, it became no big deal."

"Hey!" Toothless cried in defense, "I was being nice!" he told me, before the hatchlings swarmed him as Stormfly came over and nuzzled him, making him blush, if a black Dragon could. I know something is going with these two. Stormfly was really friendly to him, and Toothless had a crush on her since he laid eyes on her eyes. And Toothless has been like a second father to the hatchlings since her mate died in battle.

I noticed that the boy was taking in my appearance, and I couldn't help smile about that, before focusing on the matter at hand.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?"

The boy stopped looking me over and raised his head, proudly, like a Nightmare would to look intimidating, "I am Ash Hofferson of Berk! And I am on a mission to find the Dragon Rider, and bring him to justice!"

Him? Did all of Berk think I was male? Well, I guess riding Dragons is a bit... extreme for female humans.

Toothless let out a warning growl, but I managed to sooth him. Me and Toothless had been like siblings for the past five years, so it was easy.

Then Freefall leaped into his arms, wanting to protect him.

"Who are you?" he asked me.

I was surprised that he wanted to know my name, but sighed and took my helmet off.

His face was priceless. He really did think I was male.

"To some Dragons, my name is Littlefire, but to the rest, I am Hicca."

And here is the link to what Hicca's hair style if everyone is confused: pin/369365606911932773/