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.

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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 have never been so mad before in my life. I was mad because I was so embarrassed when Ash was that close to me that I couldn't even think straight and then the jerk does something like that…acting like a big shot ehh.

I was standing in my bathroom looking at the full-length mirror my dress on the floor as I exam the top of my chest. It was already starting to bruise. 'A village has to work together to succeed, it doesn't matter if you like the person or not, people need to stand together. However that isn't the fact when it comes to me.' I growled, gently touching the bruise wincing. 'The dragon didn't even bruise me' I thought, walking out of the bathroom into my room to change clothes since I had a nice footprint in the middle of my dress.

I walked to my closet and could only scowl at my clothes. Every pieces of clothing I had was the same green dress. I moved my clothes around trying to find something I could wear. 'Come on I have to own something other than dresses right.' Oh how wrong I was. All the clothes I had were different shades of greens, but the same length and style. 'Okay now I have to wear something other than these dresses.' I thought suddenly very annoyed at everything. After savaging my room for any other types of clothes I found nothing. 'Is this Stoick's way of keeping me his little girl forever because that's just creepy.' I thought, charging me out of my room 'Stoick has to have some real clothes…maybe I can even find some of mom's old clothes to wear'. I hesitated when I finally reached Stoick's room. 'I haven't been in his room since mom died.' I thought, placing my hand on the wood door. I slowly placed my hand on the knob and pushed it open.

Stoick's room was large and empty. It had furniture, skin rugs, and weapons covering any open space on the walls. In all honesty it was crowed with items, but it was empty and cold. 'Probably because Stoick is never home to use his room.' I wasn't an idiot I knew that no clothes of Stoic could fit me even those that he wore as a child, but if I knew Stoick 'Which I do,' he would have never gotten rid of mom's clothes. The problem was finding them. I walked over to a huge door that was his closet. After a few tugs I was able to open the door. The closet was filled with fur capes and huge pieces of clothes that could only fit Stoick. I pushed through the clothes trying to find what I was looking for, but instead of finding anything I became stuck in between the pelts and heavy clothing. After looking around the closet for a while I found nothing that was useful to me.

"Stoick wouldn't get rid of mom's things…would he" I mumbled trying to untangle myself from Stoick's clothes. I tugged on one of the pelts freeing myself from its wrath only to trip over a large boot. I hit the back of the wall with a thump. 'Aww that hurt' I thought, rubbing my head as I tried to stand up. I steadied myself using the wall for support, only for it to fall on me. 'Ahh why do I keep falling' I thought, lifting myself off the ground. Only to see stairs 'what the' I thought lifting myself up. 'A hidden door behind Stoick's closet, has this always been here.' I could tell there was no light up there so I ran to my room and got two candles, before venturing up the newly found staircase.

'Have we always had an attic?' I thought reaching the top of the staircase to see the top of the attic covered in boxes. After setting down one candle in the middle of the room to give some light off I took the other candle wandering around the room looking at the label of the boxes. "Old weapons…books…dishes…blankets…pelts, really do we need anymore dead skin in this house…old clothes" I said out loud getting a little excited at finally found my objective. I placed the candle down and opened the box only to sigh. 'Wrong clothes, they were my baby clothes.' I lifted the candle looking at the other boxes around it. Finally my eyes landed on a box labeled Valhallarama's Clothes. The box was on the very top of the stack. I placed the candle down once more and reached for the box standing on the tips of my toes. When my hands finally reached the box I leapt up and grabbed it. Once the box was steadily in my hand I placed it on the ground and opened the box.

Sure enough inside were my mother's clothes. Some of these clothes I remember my mother wearing. I lifted up one of the shirts that were in boxes it was a blue shirt that had beadings around the top. 'I remember this shirt' I thought 'mom let me wear this shirt once when we were playing dress up. I told her that I wanted to be just like her and she told me that she wanted me to just be me.' I cuddled the shirt to my chest and sighed. I may be tired of wearing my clothes, but there was no way I could wear my mom's clothes it just way to…weird like I'm invading her property. I started to dig through the box trying to remember some of the pieces mom used to wear. It was odd I could see mom's clothes and an outline of her figure, but her voice and face were starting to blur whenever I thought about her. 'At least until the nightmares start' I thought placing the clothes back in the box. I tried to place the box, back where I found it only to knock the stack over completely.

'Of course this would happen to me' I thought straightening the boxes that didn't open and spill its context all over the floor. One of the boxes that spilled was full of my stuff animals. 'Hey I remember this guy' I thought, picking up a patched up rabbit. It was for the most part a light blue color except for the few patches of brown and red scattered around its body and ears, one of the eyes were missing and the tail was gone. 'I was wondering where this went.' I placed the rest of the stuff animals back in the box leaving my patched up rabbit out. Another box was filled with drawings 'Drawing mom and I made together' I thought, lifting one up. It was a colorful finger painting with the classic stick figures. I could tell that the lady in the blue was mom; she had the same color hair I did and had me in one hand and my rabbit in another. Another was a man colored in red and orange, he was big and carried an axe, he was on my mothers side it didn't take a genius to tell it was Stoick. I knew which one was me, I was the little girl in a green dress standing next to mom and another man that I assume was Gobber since his hand was a hammer. The picture was nice I mean the colors weren't awful and the picture was simple, but it showed all of us happy. However there was another women in the picture that I did not know. She was standing behind me in purple; she had the same color hair as mom, but was according to the painting bigger than mom. 'Who is that' I thought bringing the picture closer to the candle. No matter how long I stared at it trying to remember I had no idea who that women was. 'I'll find out later' I thought, placing the picture next to my bunny.

However the next box was what really confused me. It was wrapped up like a present in colorful paper and it wasn't just one box it was five. 'What the heck are these' I thought lifting one of the boxes shaking it something was rattling around in it and it definitely was old the wrapping paper was brittle, the color faded. I decided that it would be better to open these latter in my bedroom. After two trips up and down that staircase all the boxes were in my room on my bed.

I wanted to open them to see what was inside, but I had bigger things to do than worry about what was inside these boxes like going to visit the Night Fury. So I placed another dress on me and left to grab a shield. 'Just in case, it hasn't attacked yet, but it is still a dragon.' After that I ran outside grabbing a fish from the food shack and ran off into the forest.

The fish was slimy and a little gross to hold seeing as how the head was still attached so it just kept staring at me. I tried not to look down at it, but when you have your fingers hooked into some things gill you tend to look down.

I finally reached the secret cove and walked in. I saw that there was a small ledge that crept against the wall and took it all the way down instead of climbing down the wall like yesterday. The ledge was a decent size, but I still had to focus. I finally reached the bottom to come find a little space between two rocks that lead out into the grass area. I jumped from the ledge into this small space and tossed the fish in.

When nothing happened. I peeked my head out to see where the dragon was before walking in. I held my shield out in front of my trying to walk out from my hiding spot only for the shield to get stuck in between the two rocks. I pushed to try and wedge it out, but it was stuck. I placed my hands on both the rocks and chimney my way on top of the shield. I placed my foot on the rock standing on it jumping a bit to see if it would move. 'Nope it's officially stuck' I thought, 'another shield wasted.' I jumped off the shield onto the ground 'hey I could have gone under the shield…but climbing is more fun.'

I picked up the fish and carefully entered the cove, looking for any sign of the Night Fury. 'Where could he be, did he finally fly away' I thought, still looking around for the dragon. As I was walking it felt like someone was watching me, which I assumed, was the Night Fury, but I couldn't see it. That's when I felt the eyes watching me coming from above me. I looked up and saw the Night Fury in a pounce position on top of the rock. The minute I spotted him, he jumped down right in front of me, which made me jump back. His eyes were narrowed, but he stayed at my level watching me, sniffing the air for a bit. I held out the fish nervously, but at the same time happy that I could finally stop carrying it around. He crept forward a bit stretching his neck so as not to get to close to me.

When he suddenly jumped back and growled, his pupils turning to those frightening slits like when he pinned me. I pulled the fish closer to me backing up a bit before moving my jacket aside, showing my dagger. The Night Furies eyes went straight for my dagger growling. I slowly reached down for it, but he growled louder snarling a bit once I touched it.

I drew my hand back from the weapon. "It's okay…it's alright," I said, trying to clam the dragon down slowly reaching for my dagger its eyes watching my every movement. "I promised you already that I wasn't going to hurt you remember," I stated, pulling the dagger out and dropping it on the floor. This still didn't satisfy the dragon because he was still in attack position. He made a head motion as if telling my to throw it in the water. I lifted the knife with my boot and kicked it into the lake. The Night Fury watched as the knife fell into the water with a plop waiting a little longer until he was sure that it sank to the bottom.

He suddenly relaxed, his pupils turning from angry slits to curious orbs that seemed more like a kitten than a dragon. He stared at me as one of his ear twitched. 'What the… seriously the dagger was the only thing that was putting him on edge really' I thought a little startled by his sudden change in demeanor. 'He looked so cute though when he's not angry.'

I held out the fish for him again thinking that now he would accept my gift. He crept up slowly 'probably to make sure that I don't have any more weapons' before he opened his mouth. "Huh, toothless. I could've sworn you had-" The Night Fury suddenly had sharp teeth appear out of no where leaping forward and snatching the fish from my hand. I pulled my hand back to make sure that I still had all my fingers. I watched as he threw the fish in the air and swallowed it whole. He licked his lips and looked at me. "Teeth." I muttered finishing my sentence.

He suddenly started sniffing in my directions walking towards me. I instinctively backed up and fell on my butt, crawling back as he continued advancing on me. I stopped when my back was up against a rock, 'I really need to be better aware of my surroundings maybe than I won't be trapped in dangerous situation…as much'. "No, no, no I don't have anymore." I said, not really sure if I should be afraid of being eaten or not after all I made it this far with him.

I suddenly heard something coming from him. It sounded like it was coming for his stomach. A moment later his throat made a hicsound and he dropped the bottom half of the fish into my lap. "Eww" I muttered. 'I thought the fish was slimy and gross before, but now uhhh this is just wrong' I thought, picking it up off of my lap.

The dragon stood back on its hind legs only to sit down on his butt his tail whooshing behind him as he sat upright like a person. I sat up straighter against the rock. He looked at me and I looked at him, unsure of what to do, while still holding the upchuck fish in my hand. I drew my knees into my chest, unsure of what to do 'I got this fish for him so what am I suppose to do with the tail fin part, do dragons not eat this part or something'. He looked at the fish and then at me. I did the same. 'Did he want me to? No...Ew! He can't expect me to actually eat this can he' as I looked at the Night Fury's face I knew for sure that was what he wanted me to do 'Oh man this is gross!'

I sighed and reluctantly brought the fish to my mouth, trying not to smell it or else I'd lose my nerves completely. I took a small bite, trying to avoid touching it with my tongue as it passed my teeth. "Mmm …" I tried to make it sound like I was enjoying it, when really I was trying not to up chuck it. I watched as he licked his lips, 'he was still hungry maybe I can get him to finish the rest.' His ears shot up at my Mmm and his head cocked to the side. I kept the fish in my mouth, determined not to swallow it as I tried to offer him the fish again.

Suddenly, he swallowed. 'Oh Odin this could not be happening' I thought, giving him a look that clearly says, "I cannot believe this." I swallowed hard, trying to keep it from coming back up as I shivered at the horrible taste that just went through my mouth.

I looked at him and smiled trying to cover up my horrible shiver. That's when the dragon squinted his eyes looking at me and started to part his lips in some sort of crooked smile. I was startled not believing that the dragon was still mimicking me. 'Looks like a dragon can do whatever we humans do…be afraid, laugh, and even smile. He's looks pretty funny when he tries to smile.'

I set the fish aside. I didn't care if he wanted me to finish it I refuse. I slowly stood up, reaching my hand out to touch his nose, trusting that he won't attack me. Once I got too close, he looked at my hand and than back at me until eventually he bared his teeth at me, his eyes turning to slits again, and flew off across the lake.

I watched him as he burned the ground, stepping on it, like a cat to make it more comfortable, before lying on the ground. He seemed ready to nap when he heard a bird chirp in the tree beside him. His ears shot up and he watched as the bird flew away. 'That look in his eye…he wants to fly so badly, but he can't for some reason.'

Once I saw that his head was back down on the ground. I took this chance to sneak up on him and sat right next to him. Once he saw me, his ears fell down again and he gave a groan, clearly emotional. He shifted his body and wrapped his tail around his body so I couldn't see his face.

This was the first time I saw his tail close up so I slowly inched towards it. I could see the one side that was missing the tail fin, the skin seemed new like a scab. 'His tail fin was hurt.' He must have felt my sudden movement because he lifted his tail to look at me, so I casually if not a little stiffly stood up and walked away. The dragon stood up and decided to sleep in a tree, so I retreated to the other end of the cove. I watched, as the dragon seemed to shift in his sleep and after a few minutes growled in frustration.

I laughed, which he must have heard because he glared at me. "You can't go to sleep because I'm here you don't trust me yet to sleep right in front of me" I said, stating it like a fact when really it was only theory. I stood up and dusted myself off "I'll leave so that you can get some sleep" I said, climbing the rock and waving goodbye exiting the cove. To say I was disappointed was an understatement. I really thought that maybe we could finally trust each other, but trust takes time especially when the first meeting you have with them is filled with pain, fear and possible death.

The sun was starting to set and I didn't want to go home just yet. So I walked deeper into the forest deciding to explore before it got to dark. I must have gone deeper than I intended because suddenly the trees started to become scarce and a huge rock wall was in front of me. I looked at my black gloves that were covering my hands and removed them. 'I guess I should be thankful that no one cares enough to ask why I was suddenly wearing gloves.' The white bandages were still present underneath the gloves. I unrolled them and saw that some of the cuts were already starting to close maybe in a few days they would be completely gone if I continued to use the salve. I looked at the rock wall and said, "ah fuck it." I tightened my bandages and started to climb the rock wall.

Nobody knew that I did this, that I would climb the rocks on different part of the island. I enjoyed climbing, but I never had a chance to do it when Stoick was in the village or when Gobber would have to watch me closely. Maybe now I would have time to actually climb. I reached for a small ledge pinching the rock ledge as I swung my arm to reach a deeper hold. I always enjoyed climbing rocks with my mother never going to high, just high enough where I could jump off into her arms or act like I was flying. 'This would be so much easier if I wasn't wearing a dress' I thought, trying to stretch the fabric of the lower dress, so I could spread my legs a little better to support myself.

Soon I was about five six feet off the ground and all I wanted to do was keep climbing, but it was getting darker and I was getting tired. I haven't done this in a while so I was out of shape. Besides I didn't have any rope to attach myself to nor did I have a belayer so that if I fall I wouldn't die. I turned myself around so that my back was facing the rock and jumped down. My knees hitting the ground, I smile panting to myself. I wonder if that was what the Night Fury missed the feel of that little wind in your face and freedom you get from free falling. 'I wonder if mom had that ahh moment before-' I shook my head I shouldn't be thinking about that after have for the most part a good day. I walked away from the wall remembering my way back to the cove.

As I was walking I couldn't help myself from picking some berries on the way for the dragon. I got some black berries and blue berries placing them in my vest before continuing to walk.

I finally reached the cove and felt my away for the entrance, sunlight disappearing fast. I quietly leaped down to the rock platform before climbing down. The dragon was fast asleep handing on a tree like a bat with his tail the wings wrapped around his body. He didn't move when I finally reached the bottom instead I heard purring. 'He is so much like a cat' I thought, biting my lip to keep from laughing at my newfound discovery 'the scariest dragon in history and he acts like a cat'.

With the little light left I found the half eaten fish I had left and grabbed it. I cautiously walked over to the dragon, berries in one hand and fish in another. Once I thought I was close enough I placed the berries on the ground the half eaten fish on top. I whipped the slim from the fish on my dress skirt, and placed my vest on before climbing out of the canyon and heading home.