Berk.

Between the snow days, the hail storms and the occasion sunny days. Berk, is an okay place to live, if you try to block out the screaming of viking men and women and the dragon attacks that are, as common as sparrows in my old life. Berk is great, in its own unique way.

Even when mother was taken on that, dragon raid night. I was at the Forge with Gobber, leaving both mum and Hiccup alone while dad had his own battle to deal with, even I saw the burning house from within the village. Hearing mum calling out dad name, as she went off into the skies. Logical I new, Hiccup was fine, but despite the burning house in front of me, I was willing to dash in there and save him. My baby brother, who was shrugging to get through the winter, but dad was near by and had drag the collar on my clothes and our eyes, automatically move towards the youngest of the family.

Little Hiccup, as I call him.

Was small, compared to the others that were born, he was, brought early into the world and had worried mum, that he wouldn't make it.

It's something that, I could never forgive Valka. Yes, she was taken by a dragon and no doubt there would be questions, asked or people jumping to the wrong conclusion. But I could never forgive her, for not coming back. Maybe she tried to, but hesitate to come home and I know, they were so happy to see her again in the first time line, but to me, mum was a dead beat mother.

Maybe it was just my anger or my knowledge of a possible, future? But it just wasn't right, it wasn't far that I got to see the loving side of, Valka and Stoick, while Hiccup was nearly left alone to himself and Gobber practically raising us.I know, I can not blame dad. Anyone taken by a dragon, who only sees them, as mindless, fire-breathing, killing demons would only jump to the conclusion that, his wife had been kill and eaten. Dad doesn't know and I cannot blame him, for losing a love one.

But this is the problem. Dad started to turn into, Stoick from the first time line, he started to become cold and distant, he didn't abandon us completely though, but conversation between my father and I had become odd, strange and strained. Fishing trips had an air of awkward silence about them, hunting trips ended up with more yelling between us, if I were to miss my target.

When Hiccup grew, it become worse.

From the first word to his first steps.

Stoick was, disappointed...

I don't think, he was disappointed in Hiccup per to say, but I think he was disappoint, because Hiccup didn't show, any of the true Viking child and that had come with being protective. Ever since, mum was taken, dad had been more protective of me and of Hiccup, he allowed myself to do my, own thing if I were to push on the matter, because at the end of the day, if worst comes to worst, dad knew I could take care of myself. Hiccup however, not so much.

His first steps, he had trip over his own foot, before he could even take his third step, before getting back up and walking over towards our father. Ever since, he has shown his clumsy side. In fact right, now I'm watching my little three-year old brother, walking into the snow and he tripped, again. But of cause the snow can't beat him and, he shakes it off with a determined face to walk again. I blink and watch, as he starts running a little before my eyes widen, as he slipped. Quickly he gets over the slip, but only to pause and as he does so, he sinks into the snow.

"Hiccup!"

Panicking I run over towards him the little hole in front of me is fairly deep and the snow, is already sinking inside the hole, burrowing him alive as it does so. Still in panic mode, I start to dig out the snow with my nails, tossing that said snow around while doing so before lifting up my light little brother into my arms and, sighing. He doesn't see the problem or understand my panic, as he just giggles at me and pokes my noise.

He pause, his laughter before looking over to the right. I give a shy, grin at the sight of Gobber standing behind us with an unimpressed look and a little snow tower on top of my head.

Hiccup giggles again.

He might not be the future Chief, but he's my brother.

Dragons are pest.

There like over large rats with fire-breathing powers that can kill a man on sight. Seriously. Befriending dragons, sound so much more easy than the consent ... War! That we have with them. It's difficult to tell, weather vikings actually enjoy the dragon war on occasion. I know people my age, don't see anything wrong with it, too them and to most of the younger viking fighting dragons is a very okay thing to do.

It's tradition. An odd tradition, but still a tradition to them.

Despite this though, there have been some people who I have notice that, look tired about having an endless war every other week and the only person, I can think of that actually enjoys dragon killing on, this island is Mildew. Which by the way, I have met and wonder why my dad, hadn't kicked him of the island yet. However back to th topic, dragon attacks and dragon killing. It hadn't taken me long before Hiccup was born to realize, I am no dragon killer, sure I've always known I was not cut out for the job, but when Hiccup was still three, I had found out how, so not cut out for the job, I was.

I can understand, dragon killing from a viking point of view. There bigger then you, they have shape claws and teeth, along with fire power (will some have fire power) they steal our food and burn our house. But I could never kill a dragon, killing a dragon is the last thing I want to do, sure I can kill for food and hunt animals for food and maybe, I could kill one if it decides to attack my brother or my family. But I just don't have it in me.

My body was born as a viking, my soul was never a viking.

Sighing and hearing the shouts of battle cries outside the house, I decided it was time to go to the forge. Hiccup was still too young to work in the forge, but dad drops him of there for someone to keep an eye on him, he also likes to watches Gobber and I work away.

Smelling smoke and looking up at the ceiling, I decide now was a good time to get out of the house, hurrying down the steps and grabbing my staff, I come to a halt. Crying. Somebody was crying. With that in mind I did one last double-check around the house, looking for Hiccup about to go up to his room and was, cut off when a part of the ceiling had come down and block my path.

"Hiccup!" I shout, looking around just, in case if he was still here, I called out a couple of times and it was starting to get hot in here and my breathing was becoming difficult.

I needed to get out and so I did, but this didn't stop the crying. It was coming from outside behind the house and with that in mind, I run towards the noise.

"Oh Thor, not my brother. Not Hiccup."

Hiccup. Little Hiccup was there, crying and sniffing, he was on the ground and holding his leg, I could see some of his fabric had been, torn of. He would have most likely fallen and was about to go inside the house only to notice, it on fire - the last thing, he knew was that I was in there. Lucky I did hear the crying. I froze, Hiccup hadn't notice me, but more importantly he hadn't notice the Deadly Nadder stalking up towards him. My hands tighten around my staff, but my body doesn't move. Screaming at myself to hurry up and do something he can't, be taken he can't leave like mum.

At least mum was an adult, she can adapt and survive, Hiccup only three, he can barely walk on his own two feet without tripping over, he's too young to be out there. Then do something woman! Stop thinking and do something! My mind screams at me, but I can't my body won't move, it won't run, I'm frozen shift from most likely shock that my brother is being stalk by a Nadder and he hadn't notice.

Hiccup wipes his eyes with his hands and turns around only to notice a Nadder was, looming over him. I'm expecting crying or a scream from him, but he doesn't in fact, he seems to have clam down. The Nadder doesn't attack either, if anything the dragon seems to be making sure, he's okay, squawking and opening up his wings, he sniffed around and Hiccup giggles at the creature. A big sloppy tone had come across my brother face and I winced at the sight, this however cause Hiccup to laugh the dragon squawk again before flying of and down towards the village.

"Gunnvor!" Hiccup runs up to me and I happily hold him in my arms. "Dragon."

"Yes dragon."

Looking at the view of burning house and men at war, I sigh.

"Come along Hiccup, let's go to the forge."

"Okay."

Half way down there and I've finally come to a conclusion.

"I'm not a viking. I can't kill dragons."

Only Hiccup had heard me.

Time moves on. Days, turns into weeks, weeks turn into months and months turn into years. Not much happens. Dragon raids, become old and boring, dodging whatever fire-ball comes you're way, ducking your head if a dragon comes to close. Being picked up by the collar of my tunic, alongside my brother on the way to Gobber.

"Hiccup!" Stoick would scowl. "Gunnvor! What are you two, doing out here? No, you know what - get back inside."

Yep, pretty normal stuff.

Even when the winter, is so cold that the dragons don't even attack and a village is lock, up inside the Great Hall. Or during hail storms, where you're best possible chance of survival is live in the same Great Hall. One time, it had hail and I was, running between the hall and the house to get, last-minute stuff that my brother and I forget. Only to find Tuffnut, burrowed under a pile of hail. I ended up blinking at him and he dazed back at me, before carrying the kid over, my shoulders like a potato sack.

Ruffnut hadn't seemed to notice that, her twin was even missing.

Over the years my fashion has stayed consent as well, my red hair is part into two ways to the side and tied in braids. My most use of weapon is a staff, it's easy to carry and can do some permanent damage, especially with the strength that I have to pack a serious punch. Much like, Hiccup I wear a brown vest, but mime has longer sleeves along with brown long pants, a green tunic and black, leather boots.

It's also a shame in a way that, I kind of pretty much raised Hiccup on my own. Sure, I had my help with from a couple of villages and dad's been here and there, but he's become so obsessed over in finding the nest over the years that, Hiccup kind off, just sees him as a strange that sits on the other end of the dinner table sometimes. I've tried to voice my thoughts with the man and telling him that, he needs to connect to his son and dad tried on multiple occasion, but until Hiccup has accepts the fact. That this tall man who, comes into our home and sits at the dinner table or sleep in the other room that, he is our father. Hiccup is normally found behind my leg, his head peeking out every now and again to check, if Stoick is still here.

Yeah conversation can, be pretty awkward.

Dad doesn't say it, but I can tell he expects me to keep an eye on Hiccup out of everyone in the village. Hiccup only listens to me, even Gobber had failed to get the boy attention, so normally I stand and watch the others put the village back together and holding onto Hiccup collar and hanging him off the ground. He doesn't like this treatment and has his arms crossed over his chest, narrowed eyes and I however often has a deadpan expression and an air of indifference around me. If he wasn't so small for his age, he wouldn't be this adorable and I can't, help the grin that widen on my lips, he notice this and stares.

"Not funny," he points out.

"Oh I know," I deadpan.

"My Vilkingness is just contained."

"Yep, tell me that when you get a growth spurt," I lightly teased.

He knows that my teasing, isn't meant to do any harm, like the other in the villages so he doesn't let it bother him and he turns to frown at the ground instead. I cannot help myself and I scoop him in both arms and throw him in the air, lightly before catching him. He's still frowning and he stares at me, he's now my eye leveled, but I ruined it by nuzzling his noise, he giggles in an effect to escaped.

"Stop it, it tickles."

"That's the point. Oh you're so adorable, I bet you the dragons will just faint at your adorableness," he giggles in respond.

"No they won't. I'll be the best dragon killer ever, just wait and see."

"Hmm," I acknowledge.

Breaking apart, but still holding him in my arms, his arms go around my neck and he nuzzled my shoulder, plating a soft kiss on his forehead and using his head, as a head rested. I notice, some viking women smiling founding towards us, no surprise there, Stoick may, be known as cold and if not a bit, neglectful and a stain relationship on his son. For myself, its well-known that Hiccup is my world and were often seen walking around the village. Hiccup not far behind me, as he follows after myself like a lost puppy, where dad lacks the affection, I on the other hand is known not to, be afraid to show it.

Stoick the Vast is the Chief of the Hooligan Tribe an infamous dragon kill and will ... he was Vast. Which was why when most people talk about Stoick, they tend to forget that Stoick was a father a father of two. Both children are a handful or at least in Stoick eyes. His eight year old son, won't stand still for at least a minute, he always comes up with these crazy ideas that lead to more damage on the Tribe then the dragons do during raids. Hiccup has a attention span of a sparrow, he goes hunting for trolls, he never leaves his sister site and Stoick can barely hold conversation with his own son on a good day. He can't lift a hammer, hold an axe and he can't even throw a bola.

And maybe, just maybe a small part of him was kind of jealous that the boy was always willing to talk to Gobber and not him.

But Hiccup is beside the point, Stoick is just thankful that the boy isn't a teenage yet, but his daughter, his daughter is a complicated matter all on her own. She doesn't want anything to do with dragon training, refuses to use an axe or at least a mace, but instead carries around a metal stick with her. How is a staff going to save her from anything at all? She's not far behind from Hiccup and is always making sure that, his son is never alone and when Stoick had tried to convinced her that she shouldn't, be so motherly towards the boy.

That Hiccup needs to toughen up on his own and should not expect her to come at the very last second to save the day, she had yelled at him. His own daughter had showed disrespect by yelling at him, her father the Chief of the Tribe.

She doesn't like talking to her own year group and spends all her time around the boy, she nags Stoick diary to get involved with his son life more, she talks to people like an elderly, giving a child a 'what not to do,' lecture. Sometimes Stoick has doubts that, his daughter will make a great Chief one day, she doesn't respect most elderly unless too her they've proven that respected. The only elderly that, he knows has earned that right from his daughter, is Gothi and sometimes, on some days he wonders, if his daughter even likes the village.

She has it in her to become on of the greatest warriors, Berk will ever see and rarely uses it. She talks to the animals, like their people and she creates necklaces from sea shells. Oh Odin, why are his children so difficult to understand? He once thought, he could understand Gunnvor very well when Valka was still with him and he thought, he would be able to understand his son as well, but so far it's nothing like he had once hoped for. His daughter is growing up and as much as, he loves his son he can hardly have a, conversation with her unless it somehow involved a certain questions. 'So, decided to get to know your son today. Right dad?'

He just has a feeling that, he no longer has the father and daughter relationship with her, like he once had. Oh Valka, she would know what to do.

"Yer, know Stoick. If you keep walking around like that, you're going to make me dizzy." Gobber voice was enough to snap the Chief out of his thoughts.

With a deep sigh, Stoick stops walking and sits over at the table alongside his long time friend.

"I just don't know what to do with them." he shakes his head and corrects himself. "With her."

"Let me guess. Dragon Training?" Stoick nods.

It was partly the truth, he started thinking about having his daughter take part in Dragon Training, but then thought process that the very idea, she might hate him for it had led down the path of. Was he a horrible father? Does he even know his own children? Does he still have that bond with his daughter? Does Hiccup even like him?

"Well, what has the great Chief of Stoick the Vast decide, what's best for his daughter?"

"She not going."

Gobber frozen there on the spot, he did a double look and Stoick wonders, if Gobber had thought he had went insane. Stoick doesn't blame him if that was the thought process, after all it was just how things went around here, once a child turns 15 they are no longer viewed as a child, once they enter the kill ring. But just the thought of both children going in the kill ring, just seemed wrong to Stoick point of view, they wouldn't stand a chance and he can't lose his children to the same demons that had taken away his wife.

Gobber had started to laugh a big force one at that, before wipe away a noun existent tear.

"You are joking, aren't you?" Gobber asked.

"No."

"Well great. Then when Gunnvor Chief not only would she be the first woman to become Chief of the Tribe, then she would be the first one without any dragon training experience."

Despite it being the truth, Stoick did not like the sound off that either, he sighed.

"What am I going to do, Gobber?"

"Put her in training with the others."

Stoick shakes his head, his daughter might not make a big fuss about it and even if he is disappoint with her lack of enthusiasm for dragon fighting, he also doesn't like the idea of being disconnected from her.

"You know what she like. From the time she could claw, she was different. She never acted like the other children would, always seem to have an understanding what was happening around her. I take her out hunting and it takes at least three hours to convinced her that we need to hunt to survive. She's never far from her brother and she doesn't want anything to do with dragon killing. For crying out loud, she spends time helping sick birds."

Gobber shrugs his shoulders, knowing full well how both Stoick children are, having spent most of his life watching the pair grow.

"But let's face the facts Stoick you won't, be around forever."

Stoick sighed. As much as he wants to just lock both of his children away and hide them from this cruel world, he will be doing more harm than good to protected them.

"So, what are you going to do about it Stoick?" Gobber asked.

Just keep breathing, just keep breathing. I try to remind myself as Stoick is looming over me with a grim smile, Hiccup is looking between us with curiosity.

"Son. Go to your room, this is between you're sister and I."

This isn't good, quick abounded ship!

Hopefully he doesn't notice my eyes, looking for any escape route, damn it he blocked the door.

"I know what you're thinking and it's not happening."

I laugh to myself, he doesn't know what I was thinking. I mean, it's not like I was going to run out of the house and wait until he just accepts the fact that, I do not want to kill dragons. My brother wants nothing more, but to kill a dragon and prove his worth. I however, am very much the opposite and kind of another disappointment to Stoick the Vast. Only I just don't cause as much trouble, I have the skill to take down a Deadly Nadder if I wish to or at least, brutally injured the thing, but I want nothing to do with dragon killing.

And it's a well-known fact, all though, I will admit. I am just as worst, as the killer themselves, since I help make the weapons.

Yay, I'm a hypocrite. I tell myself with a pinch of sarcasm.

"Daughter we need to talk. It has come to mind that you are now old enough to take part in dragon training."

I sigh in defeat, there was no use in running, dad's not due to look for the nest, since they've just gotten back.

"Which means you will be needing this." he walks over towards the table and hands me an axe. "And this."

I sallow, as he places a viking helmet on top of my head. When a teen enters dragon training, it's a sign that your childhood is over and once, completed then you are expect, to help fighting dragons. Not putting out fires or working in the forge if you have the talent, you are expect to kill them on sight. Which means, I'll probably end up working side by side my father after dragon training, unless he says otherwise.

Now a really good time to faint.

"Dad ... I don't want to kill dragons."

He chuckles fondly.

"Yes you do, it's in your blood."

I snort mentally, nobody is born to kill, there trained to.

"I know," I go along. "But I just don't think I'm cut out to, be a all great and powerful dragon killer."

He forces a smile and gestures towards me.

"Yes you are," he chuckles.

"Maybe I can, be something else. Like working in the forge or better yet, going under Gothi as an appreciate to become a healer."

Gothi is one of the village elders and the healer of Berk, she's also the judge at the end of dragon training.

"This is serious daughter. When you carry this axe you carry all of us."

I had a sudden rush of deja vu, flood over me.

"Do we have a deal?" he asked and I took a deep breath.

Sigh. "Deal."

Stoick nods in approve and a small smile.

"Good, take care, do me proud and good luck."

Watching as he leaves the room and out the front door, I walk slowly up the stairs and once in my room, I can't help, but throw the axe on the other side and away from me, before dropping down to the floor and rubbing a hand through my hair.

Why am I here? I asked myself. Hiccup will bring the peace, between dragons and viking, with or without me. So why was I force to suffer through this.

I'm will aware of the door opening, but I refused to acknowledge it as my brother walks in, rubbing a hand over his other arm.

"Hey," I quietly said.

"You alright?"

I give him a grim smile and open up my arms, he doesn't hesitant to move forward and hug with me. You can't stay mad at him no matter how much you try, I don't know why people seem to hate him for just being small.

"I'm fine."

"Can you tell me a story?" he asked and I snort.

A warm smile on my lips, before nodding and crisscrossing my legs and facing little brother.

"Yeah. Once upon time ..."

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