I wondered what they saw that was out of the ordinary.

I had leather leggings on, they were strung with a heavy belt, a bag of scales at my waist for more inventions like my gloves, my small knife and the series of homemade weapons. I had large fur boots in a light tan, and My shirt was red and had a cross of leather buckles across the front in an X for holding things when needed. They couldn't see my face, my blue eyes...the freckles that danced across my cheeks when I didn't wear my helmet for shade. They could see my mask, a metal face mask and ear covering that wrapped around my face and clipped onto my spiked hat that only rested on the crown of my head. The horns were made to match Bone's. They saw me still and hold my hand to my belt, but they couldn't see my wide eyes and feel the horrible feeling in my stomach as I saw people.

I barely knew anyone, just my brother...We were orphaned when people attacked our village when my brother and I were younger, and we were thrown away like trash, only two and three at the time. A dragon, a monstrous nightmare, known for taking care of its young rather profusely found us and took us back to its nest. We lived there ever since, just living with dragons. We've spied on other Vikings, learned their language just because we had nothing else to do...We were rather sad, but of course we survived and were alright.

But since I grew up with no one, I've always been terrified of people.

I said nothing as Hiccup and his Night Fury lowered me to the ground and let go. I landed with a soft thud of my boots and almost fell, my leg on fire at the impact. I crouched low to the ground, pressing my fingertips into the ground and looking at everyone. Hiccup dismounted his dragon and walked towards me, making a sandwich with the crowd and him...and me in the middle. I felt horrible, for once I wasn't menacing.

Should I use the Zippleback gas? The knife? My gloves? How about my poisoned Scauldron tooth? Anything to get me out of here right? I crouched lower, my eyes darting everywhere at once. My heart was racing and I couldn't breathe.

"This...Is Berk." Hiccup said, brushing his mass of brown hair back, his fingers getting caught in the two small braids behind his ear. He had a handsome face, but I really didn't like him, he hasn't proven himself worthy of my trust, my presence, or anything of the sort. I wanted OUT, and he was keeping me from it, so I hated him.

I snorted back at him as a reply, really not liking being in this situation. Everyone seemed to press in on me, making my breathing come in short gasps.

"W-Where's my dragon?" I stuttered, creeping back and forth a little, trying to find an escape. Hiccup just crossed his arms and looked down at me, a smile was spreading across his lips, he looked a little curious..His eyes were softening, he was searching me...I shook a little, hating his gaze.

"Take off your mask?" He asked a little more soothingly. I shook my head vigorously...This mask was staying in its place, I felt like it was the only thing keeping me hidden and giving me the upper hand. I wasn't going to be shoved down, below any of these people.

"Please?" He said soothingly... When I shook my head again, he frowned a little. I turned around with difficulty because of my leg and looked to the skies, where dragons and their riders lowered a struggling-bound-up beast who was tied up almost past recognition.

"Bone!?" I yelled at him, his eyes shot towards me and he struggled more. I stood up fully, limping towards him as fast as I could. Once he was on the ground I took out my knife and began to feverishly cut at his bindings. "Bone! Aw Bone, It'll be ok-" and suddenly I was yanked away from him, the sudden motion causing a rather odd squeal out of me and the knife fell at my feet. Bone flipped out, He tried to roar, but his bindings weren't exactly off of his snout yet and it was just a muted yelp. "Bone!" I cried out, tears stinging at my eyes. I looked behind me and caught a glimpse of the damn brown hair and braids. "Let me go!" I screamed at him.

"No, just please, I can't let you leave yet, I have questions." He dragged me backwards, I tried to thrash my legs, but yelped in pain, making Hiccup stop dragging me for a second, but continue gently.

We disappeared into a hut thing, and I felt my throat tighten. This is what they live in? I've only seen one on the outside before, and I never thought they'd look like this...

"Whatever questions you have for me I won't answer them." My voice shook, but I held his gaze through the wooden slits in my mask.

He paced a little, letting me go with a swing of the wrist. I tried to shake the urge to sit and look at my disgruntled leg. He was odd looking, he had acquired a large fur cape thing and was wearing it over his shoulders. It might be cold outside, but then again when did the cold ever bother me?

I glared through my mask, deciding he was an enemy and I shouldn't trust him at all.

"Do you even know who I am?" He pursed his lips, his eyes cast to the ground.

I glared, straightening up and keeping a close hand on my belt. "Should I?" He laughed a little and I realized he had stubble on his cheekbones and jaw, accenting his smile a little if it could.

"I'm the chief of Berk. This whole Island is in my control and guidance." I didn't move, what's a chief? "And all I'm asking is for some reasonable information as to who you are, and how the heck you managed to tame a Typhoomerang?"

"I didn't know there was anyone else in the world who trained dragons, let alone a whole island full of you guys." That was a lie. Sure, I might be terrified of these beasts who look like me, but I knew that listening was a solid virtue. I've heard the rumors of these people from across the ocean.

I managed to turn smoothly and look at the pictures hanging on the wall. Some were of a man with a large beard, he looked a little like Hiccup and had a similar cape on. His father perhaps?

"Yes, and I didn't think there were people out there who trained them either, none of us did." He grabbed my arm for emphasis and looked at my mask carefully, his eyes flickered all over the place. "Where are the rest of your people? Can we meet them?" Hope was glimmering in those big brown eyes and I frowned.

"People?" I shook my arm loose, "I live with the dragons, and if you ever touch me again, you can just say goodbye to that pretty little head of yours." I flicked a piece of soot off my shoulder and into his face, sparking a little bit of anger in him.

He was the one to reach for his belt, where I saw the smallest of daggers and smiled a little. His hand relaxed and his eyebrows went back to their "normal" position on his freckled forehead, second thoughts on stabbing the new friend to Berk are we?

"Just let me go, Bone too. We never meant to land here, we just needed a place to sleep ok?" He softened.

"Take off your mask, please." He got closer, closer... His feet, one of them a weird metal pegleg, moved towards me slowly and his hand stretched out. I backed into the wall behind me, a sharp pain in my leg made me think about what the heck I'm doing here.

His fingertips grazed the chin of my mask and I turned my head a little, terror gripping at my stomach muscles.

"Stop, please! Stop I-" and it was over my head quicker than I've ever taken it off myself. I gasped, breathing rapidly as my chest heaved in terror. My eyes must be huge, they feel like it, but I cant close them. His eyes widened, he took a step back and dropped my mask. I placed flat palms against the wall and scooted back with my good leg, going nowhere.

I wanted out, I wanted away, he's way more terrifying without my mask and I'm revealed, a simple dragon-like girl.

"What's your name?" he had almost an awe to his voice and his eye contact was uncanny.

"I don't have a name…" I looked away, I looked down, trying to hide again.

His voice was a low growl almost and his awe turned into a sneer. "You do too. Tell me."

I swallowed as he moved in closer, trying to get me to talk.

I didn't have a name, the whole time I spent being called something it was "sister" and the only person I knew was "brother." how was I to know what a name should be? I never called myself anything besides...well, me.

I frowned. "I told you, I don't have one." He blinked again.

He reached forward, grasping a piece of my long hair in his fingers. "How about Ingrid." I blinked.

"My love died a few years ago, struck down by the dragon she trusted for so long," he seemed to smile a bit. "She loved that name... we were going to name our-" he choked, clearing his throat. He seemed to some to his senses. "You look like an Ingrid."

I smiled a little, nodding. I guess I have a name now.