Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon and do not own any of the character. Halla and Ash are based on character from the movie Hiccup and Astrid, but have been modified for my story.

Since it is my first FanFiction reviews would be nice, thanks enjoy

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I want to warn anyone reading this story that due to school starting I may not be writing as much as I used to, but give me time and I will update I don't plan on ditching this story ever. I will update when I can.

Also I am starting to revise, review, and correct the starting chapters because yes I did reread the chapter that I made almost two years ago and some of them have errors I can't ignore anymore, so I will be updating as I correct chapters.

Halla's point of view

I opened my eyes, trying to remember why I was on the floor and my ear ringing. I went to touch my ear the ringing still present. That's when I leapt up into sitting position. "The dragon didn't kill me it didn't end me, but why?" I mumbled, looking around the forest, but there was nothing but a crushed tree and pieces of a cut bola.

That's when I noticed just how dark, I looked up and saw that the sun was already setting and I was in the middle of the forest. 'Great just great, Stoick is gonna know that I snuck out and yell at me even more.' I sigh my already present headache getting worse 'Well I better get to the village as soon as possible before he sends a search party for me.' I thought, picking up my dagger and dusting off my clothes.

My knee still hurt from my fall, but it was okay well at least until Stoick notices I got injured and blows another fit. "Why couldn't my dress be longer or my boots higher" I mutter as I ran as fast as I could to the village.

I finally reached the village just as the last rays of sun were leaving the sky. 'I'm so late' I thought weaving my way through some of the Vikings that were just heading home. I passed by the dining hall and had to stop myself from slowing down.

'I haven't eaten all day, but if I'm any more late Stoick is going to lock me in my room forever.' So I passed the dining hall racing as fast as I could to get home, until I felt something tug me back with enough force to make me stumble into it. Before I knew however had grabbed me and I were falling. I felt something hard against my back and winced when the soreness from being lunged at by a dragon came back.

'Just who the hell is stupid enough to grab me when I'm running at full speed don't they know what time it is and that I'm not suppose to be out right now.' I thought, trying to stand up only to find an arm around my waist. 'Why does this feel like déjà vu?' I thought, not wanting to look up. But when I heard a concealed groan I did involuntarily, I was lying on top of Ash.

"Ash" I exclaimed shocked, why was he stopping me or did he want to tease me some more for hitting his friend. I waited for an answer seeing as how his arm wouldn't let me go anywhere. He shook his head a bit, blinking his eyes, "Ash can you let go" I say, he stares hard for a moment when all of a sudden he pushe me off of him and I landed on the floor again. 'Geez this is getting old' I thought, standing up and brushing myself off.

"Where have you been?" he asked, dusting himself off to.

"Don't know what you're talking about" I say, slightly bothered that he would push me off so hard.

"Don't give me that! You snuck out of the village after your father told you to stay inside. You were gone for hours, you know how close your father was to sending out a search party!" I so did not need to be yelled at right now. I nearly died and I haven't eaten all day it was so not a good time to mess with me.

"I just went for a walk that's all" I answered hoping that would get him off my case "besides my father was probably to busy cleaning up after me to notice me gone." I snapped crossing my arms over my chest.

He looked at me shocked, his beautiful blue eyes widening 'Nope stop…he will never like you so stop those crazy thoughts from going any further before you get hurt. Besides he may be cute and charming and strong STOP…but he thinks he can do whatever he wants like some type of big shot.'

"Come on" he says grabbing my arm "I'm taking you home and I'm not letting go until I see you in your house the door shut behind you." That's when I saw his eyes drift to my hand. He let go of my shoulder and held on to my hand. My face was suddenly feeling hot and my skin felt clammy.

"What are you doing?" I ask, trying to tug my hand out of his grip, but no dice.

"Your knuckles are split and look bruised," he says finally, releasing my hand. I look at it and sure enough the skin was getting darker and two knuckled were spilt open

"It doesn't hurt" I say flexing my hand "Snotlout must have a harder head than I thought, but than again he is stupidly hard headed" I mumble still looking at my hand before dropping it to my side.

I see a smirk playing on Ash's face before watching him look down. 'Oh no please don't see it please don't see it.' I beg to the gods.

"What happened to your knee?" He asks, the smirk now replaced with a scowl. 'Oh come on I said please' I thought, glaring at the sky picturing different gods standing around planning my demise.

"It's nothing." Which really it wasn't I could have been killed by a dragon and that really would have put a damper on my day.

"Its not nothing, it was obviously bleeding! What happened?"

"I tripped alright are you happy. Why do you care?" I shout, again his eyes widened. He seemed to be looking for a good enough answer. 'Why does he care? I'm not any of his concern we aren't friends there is no way he likes me…'

He sighs and just says "come on lets get you home."

That's when I finally realized why he cares, it was the only logical explanation and I grew angry when I finally figured it out. "I don't need an escort," I shout "and I definitely don't need another babysitter," I snapped, running away before he had a chance to reply.

I finally made it to my house I quickly climbed the stairs to the porch taking a deep breathe preparing to climb the stares to my room as quickly and quietly as I can. I opened the door and dashed to the staircase. Just when I was about half way up the stairs I saw my dad sitting around the fire pit stroking the fire, hoping to reach the top before he noticed me.

"Halla" I stopped in my tracks 'uhh so close' I thought, backtracking down the stairs.

"I have to talk to you dad."

"I need to speak with you to, dear." He held his hands together fiddling with them as I walked closer to him. I walked over to him pushing my bangs out of my face and squared my shoulder if I was going to say this I was going to say this is confidence.

"I've decided I don't want to fight dragons," I said, as fast as I could.

"I think it's time you learned to fight dragons." I couldn't have heard him right.

"What?" we both asked each other.

"Uh, you go first." He insisted, seeming nervous.

"No, you go first." I replied. I just had to know what could make the Great Stoick the Vast this nervous to give up the right to speak first.

"Alright," he started, hesitating 'This can't be good' I thought waiting for him to continue.

"You got your wish." 'I got my wish,' I thought slowly repeating the words in my head 'what wish.' After my mind finally figured out what wish he was talking about I could practically feel anxiety crashing over me.

He cleared his throat causing my attention to go back to him. "Dragon Training. You start in the morning."

"Oh man, I should have gone first. Uh, because I was thinking, we have a surplus of dragon fighting Vikings, do we have enough bread-making Vikings or small home repair Viking?" I was rambling I knew that, but what else could I do, but hope that one of these lame excuses could change his mind.

"You'll need this," He says handing me a one handed axe. The minute he lets go of it I nearly fell over from it's weight. 'You can't be serious…now now of all times. Now that I know I don't want to be a dragon killer is when he starts listening to me…this can't be real.' I thought, the weight of the axe in my arm reminding me that this was every well real

"I don't want to fight dragons," I said struggling to hold the axe.

"Ha-ha, yes you do," he laughs.

"Rephrase. Dad, I can't kill dragons." Hoping that for once he would actually listen to me, that he would actually listen to what I want to do now, not what I've been asking to do before.

"But you will kill dragons," he said loudly, like he was sure that I would one day kill a dragon and be somebody important to this village. 'Where was this pride and confidence for me coming from…is he drunk' I thought trying to figure out what I could have done in another life to have this one be so fucked up.

"No, I'm really very extra sure that I won't." I have to keep trying before I humiliate our family more than I already have.

"It's time Halla," he says, getting serious.

"Can you not hear me?" I shouted really getting annoyed.

"This… is serious Halla," he continued pulling the axe up and thrusting it onto my shoulder. "It's time you learned how to fight dragons and be a realViking. When you carry this axe you carry all of us with you. Which means you walk like us, you talk like us, and you think like us. No more of…this."

"You just gestured to all of me," I replied, finally annoyed.

"Deal?"

"This conversation is feeling very one-sided," I argued. 'Please listen to me before this ruins us' I pleaded in my mind.

"Deal?" he asked again, much louder.

I flinched at his tone. "Deal," I muttered, lowering the axe and sighing. There was no point in arguing with him, he never listens.

"Good." He picked up a pack. "Train hard. Stay safe. I'll be back, probably." He walked to the door picking up his helmet and placing it on his head before heading out. Not even looking back.

"And I'll be here, maybe," I answered as he left. I started wondering if he actually expected me to dramatically change myself into a dragon killer just for him and his stupid deal…yes that sound exactly like something he would want. I sighed dropping the axe on the floor "I don't want to be a Viking dad, I don't want be like any of you. I just want to be me." I mumbled walking upstairs for some much needed rest. Smiling as I felt the tears wanting to come.