Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon or Brave nor do own any of the character.

Since it is my first crossover I would love feedback.

This is set after Merida and Hiccup have both experienced their own adventures-movie plots-. Merida is fifteen and Hiccup is sixteen.

Also I am sorry but I am bad at accents so Merida does have an accent that everyone notices and will comment on, but I will not be writing like she does, its just to difficult for me, so I apologize in advance.

thought '...'

speaking "..."

italics past memories

Merida point of view

"Mom get the boys and get on Angus NOW" I shout firing another arrow.

"Merida I'm not leaving you"

"We don't have time mom go" I push my mother towards Angus as I pull back to fire another arrow.

"No"

"Harris, Hubert get Hamish on Angus." The triplets hurry and help their fallen brother onto the giant Clydesdale. Soon all three of them were on Angus, my mother climbing on after. She held onto Hamish leaning him against her so she could place her hand behind his bleeding head.

"Merida hurry"

"Sorry mom there isn't enough room," I said, stepping back from the Angus.

"MERIDA get back here." I fired an arrow to the approaching kidnapper it landing in his shoulder.

I ran in front of Angus grabbing his muzzle. "Angus get them to the castle you run as fast as you can, you hear me. You don't stop for anything. You get them to safety, you understand." Angus hazel eyes stared at me. I knew he understood me, he always did. When I needed an escape from everything he was there to give me one. He has always been there for me and now I needed him to listen to me.

He closed his eyes bringing his muzzle close to me, he knew what I was asking. "Angus I need you to go," I whispered. He huffed and with one last pat of his muzzle he opened his eyes took off.

"MERIDA MERIDA" I heard my mother scream, but there was nothing she could do. Angus wouldn't listen to her; he wouldn't stop until he reached the castle.

Suddenly everything went pitch black and my bow and arrow was gone. I was bound to a wall with one disgusting face inches from mine "Your MINE Princess"

"NOOOO" I shouted, sitting up. My breathing was harsh and my hands were sweaty. I was to hot. I threw the blanket off of me and looked around. I wasn't on the horrible ship, nor was I in the middle of the freezing ocean, but I couldn't tell if being in this house was any better than being stuck on that boat.

I looked around the house it was a big house, not as big as the castle. 'Than again I doubt there are many places bigger than my house.' However everything in this house was fairly large, like the door, staircase, opening, and even the furniture. 'Was I saved by a giant' I thought, reaching for my knife, but it wasn't there.

'Where my knife' I thought, looking around the couch. However it wasn't there. I looked around the house it looked cozy and was warm due to the fire pit, but what worried me was that there were axes on the wall. As I looked around the house some more I came to a deadly conclusion. 'I was in the house of a Viking.' I thought, horror stricken. I remembered some of the symbols that were on the shields that were hanging on the walls, as the same symbols on the broken relics that my father had from the Viking Scottish war. 'There is no way, I get kidnapped by pirates only to wake up in the clutches of Vikings.' I thought, gripping my head in frustration.

'I need that knife' I thought, thinking back to the stories my father told me of blood thirsty Vikings. I went to pull at the blanket hoping that the knife was there, however as I reached for the blanket I noticed that my sleeve was different. That's when I looked down 'WHAT HAPPENED TO MY CLOTHES' I wanted to shout, but out of fear of being heard by Vikings I just screamed it in my head. I looked at the over grown shirt green shirt, fur vest, and baggy pants. 'Oh spirit what happened?' I thought, looking around for a clue as to what happened when I was out.

I was trying to stay calm, but I was starting to panic. Just where was I? Why was I in a Viking home? Why would a Viking save me? Why was I not in my normal clothes or died? I looked around the house, but found that no one was there. 'I need to get out of here' I thought, heading towards the door. 'Before those blasted Vikings find me.'

I moved as quietly as I could, and as I opened the door I heard "Your awake"

Without even looking I bolted running as fast as I could out of the house. Although the voice didn't sound vicious, I couldn't take any chance I was better off alone. I thought, running.

"Wait" I heard a shout and soon footsteps running after me, although the footsteps sounded odd I didn't dwell on it though as I grabbed the baggy pants pulling them up so I wouldn't trip.

I was jumping off the steps and made a quick look around. I saw the forest and I knew where I was heading. "TOOTHLESS" I heard a shout. That's when I heard something else coming at me, only this was coming from the side. It was too dark to see anything, but a pair of cat like eyes staring at me. I skidded to a stop a silhouette of something large in front of me.

That's when I heard something stopping behind me. I turned around to see a tall figure standing behind me. I looked between the man behind me and the beast in front of me. 'Damn.'

The man behind me started to walk closer so I turned my body towards the side so that way my back wasn't facing either one of them. "Look I now your scared and a little confused, but we aren't going to hurt you. We just want to help." He stepped closer and I stepped back. 'A Viking or a beast' I thought, I looked towards the beast trying to figure out what exactly it was, but it was concealed to well into the darkness.

While I was paying to much attention to the beast, the Viking was only an arm length away. Without thinking about it, I grabbed his extended arm, twisting it before pining it behind him. He let out a gasp of pain, but that's when the beast attacked.

It lunged at me, but before it could reach me I shoved the Viking at him. The beast stopped its charge to help the Viking from falling completely to the ground. After the Viking was on his feet the beast lunged again a loud growl coming form it. I moved to the left barely missing the pounce. I crouched low ready to move if need be.

"Toothless stop, she's just scared," The Viking said walking towards the beast placing a hand on its head.

The beast growled and I growled back. Trying to show the Viking and the beast that I was in fact not scarred. The Viking took a step forward.

"Look we aren't gonna hurt you, if we were we wouldn't have spent the time taking care of you. We would have left you in the middle of the ocean to freeze to death. So please calm down. We aren't going to hurt you."

I said nothing, this man didn't sound like a bloodthirsty Viking and his voice did sounded familiar. Like something I heard, but only faintly. The boy sighed

"Look it's been a long day taking care of you and I'm tired. So I'm going back to my house and your welcome to stay with me, you'll be fine if you stay with me. I don't know what you've been through, but everything is okay."

"Hey stay with me, you'll be just fine but you have to stay with me." That's the same voice that spoke to me back than the same voice that made me a little less cold. The beast seemed to have calmed down by now, standing tall besides the Viking. It cooed at me. Something about it was familiar.

"You took care of me," I asked, dropping my guard, but still watching the pair cautiously.

"Yes we did, now we're both going back into the house. You can follow us or not it's your choice, we aren't going to hurt you, but we aren't going to force you to say with us. "

'No this definitely doesn't sound like a blood thirsty Viking.' I thought, watching the Viking and his beast walk towards the house.

As he walked away I stared after the two.

Vague memories of being warm and voices talking started to flow back to me. 'He helped me, they kept me alive,' I thought 'but they are Vikings, they were our enemies they were blood thirsty and vicious. They couldn't have helped me that doesn't fit any of the stories my father told me.'

As I contemplated my choices the Viking had already made it to the steps of his house while his beast stayed in the shadow and went around the back. As the Viking walked up the steps, I saw it. A small blue small floating in the sky, it was a wisp. Soon more started to appear making a trial to the Viking.

I gasped in surprise as the wisps motioned me closer. 'The wisps helped me change my fate once before, why couldn't they again. Maybe the wisps could help me get home,' I thought starting to walk towards the house. The Viking must have heard me gasp because he turned around and the wisps completely disappeared.

I started to walk closer towards the Viking and he turned to face me. The Viking was not a man, but a teenager probably about my age. He was tall with broad shoulder a slim, but somewhat muscular figure. His face was clear of any stubble or beard, and he had a small cut on his chin. His hair was a medium length dark auburn hair, but I couldn't tell his eye color it was still to dark. As he saw me walk closer to him he extended his hand out for me.

I didn't realize it, but as I was staring at this Viking I had kept walking. I was now at the bottom of the stairs. 'I can do this. I'm Merida the princess, the archer; I stood against my father and the clan. I can do this' I thought extending my hand.

The Viking didn't move. He didn't try to grab me or pressure me into anything he was waiting for me to make my own decision. Now that we were at the steps of the house I could see the boys eyes. They were a gorgeous emerald green. They weren't vicious or malevolent; they were kind and understanding. If anything it was his eyes that unnerved me 'kind eyes like that shouldn't belong to a Viking.' I thought my hand hovering above his.

'But than again I'm a princess that's suppose to act like a lady, I'm not suppose to have weapons or be able to fight. So if I 'm supposed to be a lady when really I'm a warrior why can't a Viking be kind when they're suppose to be savages? Maybe he changed his fate to.' I thought, lowering my hand into his.

His hands were warm as his larger one engulfed mine and for some reason deep inside I knew I was safe. 'Maybe this is the start of a new destiny' I thought, as the Viking lead me into his home.