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, but have been modified for my story

Since it is my first fanfiction reviews would be nice thanks enjoy

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Halla point of view:

After Gabriel left I had changed into another set of clothes that auntie had given me. It was a long green shirt that had a v-neck and golden cuff. It wasn't silk, but it was much warmer. I wore a shade of darker green pants that I tucked into my furry boots since they were so long. The shirt was also to long so I tucked the shirt in the pants and found a gold stash that I wrapped around my waist keeping the clothes secure. I placed my fur vest over the clothes and for a moment took a deep breathe just lying down on my bed.

"So what if you're not a Viking is that so wrong. So you have compassion for dragons how is that wrong?"

'Why does Gabriel have to be so…so uhh.' I thought. "I have to protect Toothless and Scarlet. I can't risk it. Gabriel isn't a Viking, but still I can't…"

"I wanted to free the dragons to, but somebody beat me to it. Glad to know that I can relate to someone on this island."

"He doesn't know me." I mumbled sitting up "He's only been on this island for a few days. He has no idea what he's doing."

'Than again its not like I'm much better' I thought, jumping at the sound of a knock.

"Coming" I shouted running down stairs.

When I opened the door it was Lain knocking. She seemed annoyed, her face in a scowl. "Your late" she said, walking away from the door. I stared after her 'How am I late I was at my house already' I thought closing my door.

In front of my house Asad was setting up a type of course. There where three logs sticking out of the ground the middle one being the tallest and the shorter ones next to it. Then there were other smaller targets scattered around my front lawn. Each of the target having a painted bull eyes on them.

"Asad will be setting up these targets. They will be here for you to practice whenever you want. As I told your aunt there isn't much to teach about knife throwing. It's all about practice. I can help you with the stances and movements, but it's all about you and how much you practice." She explained, walking to a a large colored bag.

"Now come here." She says pulling something from the bag. "This is very special. I had been working on it for a while now for the knives. Take very good care of it." She said sternly, but she seemed a little hesitant to hand me the leather belt.

I took the belt from her, but there was too much straps for me to figure it out. Lain sighed taking the belt from my hand. She wrapped the first strap around my waist tightening it as it went threw a large belt buckle. Than grabbed the other strap and wrapped it around my waist again. However both straps were tightened at an angle so it appears like an x on my waist. On the right side was a pouch on the lower x strap. On the left side was this type of holster that was at and angle. The holster was wrapped in more straps a button keeping the holster closed. It was well crafted the design a little confusing, but nicely stitched.

"The knives are placed in this holster. It can at hold at least eight knives. That may not be enough when dealing with dragons, which is why the extra purse was added it can hold four more knives and smaller ones that you haven't thrown yet." She explained adjusting the belt some more.

"However your aunt doesn't think that this would still be enough so she is giving you this…take off your jacket." I did as I was told and Lain gave me another leather made object. "Think of it as armor." She said, giving me a small red leather midriff jacket. The back had these triangle type pockets that were cut in what looks like claw marks. It had three knives in each of the pockets. The front didn't close, but on the inside it had pockets on each side with two knives in each side.

"So know you can have a total of twenty two knives on you" said Lain straightening up the jacket, my old vest in her arm. "The toughest part of this training is going to be retrieving your knife and throwing with accuracy. Which is why you will be practicing in this. You will learn to be fluid and accurate. No more clumsiness…understand" I nodded "I did not give you these for you to fail, so prove me that you deserve them." Her face was stern, but her voice wasn't harsh. If anything I could tell that she was trying to encourage me in an odd way.

"I won't," I said, fingering the leather on the jacket.

"We'll work on your stances." Lain said moving in front of me. Asad came over taking my fur vest from Lian and sat on my front steps.

Lain took one of the knives from the holster and with it started to show me the stances for knife throwing.

"Stay focused"

"Be light on your feet"

"Widen your stance"

"Follow through"

"Keep your arm straight."

Lian's voice wasn't harsh, but it wasn't soft either. If I messed up she corrected me. She never called me hopeless or useless. She didn't say I was a lost cause. It was reassuring. I made me think that I might actually be doing something right when it comes to fighting.

Lian first had me train in movement getting used to the weight of the belt and jacket. She was trying to teach me to move fluidly, and although my moves seemed more awkward and stiff, Lian moved swiftly almost like water. I tried to mimic her movements, but Lian still had to fix my form telling me to relax, but I was to focused on trying to do well I couldn't.

After while we moved on to having me actually throw knives. I was happy to say that the knife embedded itself into the wood and close to the bull eyes. Lian seemed happy with my result even though it was only a twitch of her lips. Asad actually clapped. By my tenth throw I had been able to get consecutive bulls eyes.

Finally Lian told me to practice taking out my knives and moving as I fired. I was horrible when I started moving. I fumbled getting the knives out and would pause when I threw. This time Lian shook her head. "Let me show you what I want you to achieve." Lian came over and took the jacket and the belt from me. I went over to Asad where he placed a hand on my shoulder smiling at me. I smiled back thinking that things were finally starting to get better.

Lian strapped the belt on and the jacket. Where the jacket fit to the middle of my torso it was even smaller on Lian. She started far away from the target before beginning. She was amazing; there were no other words to describe it. There was no fumbling when she went for the knives, no pausing in her footwork. She hit every target while spinning and turning. It was completely different than how Vikings fight. Where Vikings fight with pure strength, Lian used speed and accuracy. 'It was odd, but so was everything in my life right now.' I thought watching my new teacher.

Lian finished with each of the knives hitting a bull eyes. "That is what I want you to be able to do," she says, taking the jacket off and tossing it to me. I nodded my head still in awe at Lian skill.

"Come on Asad we have practiced enough we need to start heading out." She says, handing me the belt as well.

Asad nodded giving me a pat on the head and started to walk away. "You are going to need to practice understand, " said Lian. I nodded my head "Good I'll be back in a few days to check your progress."

"A few days? Why so long" I asked, fiddling with the belts.

"You aunt is planning a fishing trips our supplies are getting low and she doesn't want to burden your tribe"

"You mean she doesn't want their help…" when Lian just started at me I swallowed "or you mean that my tribe won't help her."

Lian didn't answer, but she didn't need to "we'll all be gone for a few days so practice. I expect fluidity." I bit my lip, but I had to ask.

"Is Gabriel going with you?" I asked, playing with my belts. Lian just raised an eyebrow at me, pausing before she answered. "I don't see why he wouldn't."

"Okay"

"Why do you ask?"

"Just asking," I said, standing up to retrieve the knives. Lian stared at me for a moment, but said nothing as she turned around and walked away.

I gathered all the knives placing them back in their sheaths. I practiced pulling the knives from the holster and leather jacket and trying to throw with accuracy. The holster was simple still a bit stiff, but better. However reaching over my head to retrieve the knife from my leather jacket aiming with accuracy was a lot more difficult. My throw was always nice, but I fumbled getting the knives out and paused before throwing. "Its not fluid" I mumbled pulling a knife out.

"You sure are practicing hard" the voice spooked me and threw off my aim. The knife hit the corner of the log. I turned to look at who was interrupting me and froze…it was Ash. I hadn't really spoken to Ash since the awkward conversation with him and Gabriel. To be honest I didn't even feel like talking to him after what he said in the forest.

"Uhh not really I'm just fooling around really," I said awkwardly retrieving another knife from the holster, thankful that it came out of the sheath with out a problem.

"Training with an outsider," He said, walking over to me. It was his tone that caught my attention. He sounded like he disapproved.

"I'm lucky that Lian event thought to train me." I said, whatever past awkwardness now replaced with anger.

Ash scowled "What would your father say if he learned you were learning from an outsider."

"He'd probably just be happy that I'm learning."

"You're the heir of this tribe your suppose to uphold our tradition." He says taking a step closer "instead you're learning from outsiders, wearing these strange clothes." He says gripping my leather jacket. He said staring at me before looking around. I knew what he was looking for; he was looking for my fur vest, the fur vest that chief gives to their heir. The vest that Stoic gave to me to so that I was his daughter.

"Let go Ash" I said sternly clenching the knife tighter in my hand.

"They are outsider Halla you shouldn't trust them so easily."

"My aunt isn't an outsider," I shouted.

"No she's worse she's a traitor. She turned her back on us and only came back when it was convenient."

"You don't know anything…whether it's about my aunt or her crew."

"They are outsiders that's all that should matter to you."

"What is your problem?" I asked this time taking a step closer.

"My problem is that you're bonding with outsider over your own tribe. I mean were you even out there looking for the missing Nightmare. The whole village was."

"What are you more angry about the fact that I'm bonding with them over the tribe or the fact that I'm hanging out with Gabriel than with you."

I watched as his eyes narrowed, his face twisting into a snarl. This wasn't the Ash I was starting to become friends with, the one that found me in the forest, the one that grabbed my hand in comfort before the dragon raid. This was the Ash I saw in front of everyone, the one I saw in dragon training, the prodigy dragon fighter, and the son that my father would rather have than me.

"The only reason I care about who a nobody like you hangs out with is because you're the chiefs daughter. That's it, if you weren't I wouldn't care."

His words hurt, but I was too angry to let it show. "I am the chief daughter, but I'm more than that and whether or not you see that isn't important."

"So a member of your tribe doesn't matter, what a great leader you'll turn out to be."

"I'm useless, I'm a talking fishbone," suddenly Skulluim words came back to me "I know that people would rather have me die instead of my mother, but guess what your stuck with me. Whether you like it or not?" I shouted throwing the knife in my hand. The knife flew and embedded itself in the center of the log it having enough force that you could hear the spin and a hard thud when it made contact.

"What are you afraid of Ash? Afraid that I might just get better than you at dragon training, afraid that someone like me could actually beat you."

His jaw clenched and his hands were shaking. "I'm trying to protect you here. You can't be trusted to make good decisions."

My decision couldn't be trusted. I saved a dragon hell I saved two. I befriend one; I'm helping it to fly instead of killing it. I'm healing another and I'm bonding with outsiders. My decisions weren't ethical to Viking standards, but for the first time in my life it actually feels like my life.

"Beside NO Viking would betray their village to save a dragon. If they did they are lower than scum and don't deserve to be part of this tribe."

"Your right my decisions probably will get me killed one day, but I wouldn't haven't any other way. So thanks for your concern, but I don't need it."

"You honestly think you would have survived in this tribe without your title."

I gave a bitter laugh "sad part is that I have actually thought about that question before."

"HALLA" shouted a voice in the distant. I looked past Ash's shoulder to see that Gobber was coming towards us. Ash turned away from me and I directed my vision towards Gobber.

"Oh good Ash you're here to. I wanted to let both of you know that dragon training will begin tomorrow. The cage was a temporary repair, but it should hold up." Ash and I didn't say anything. "Did I interrupt something?"

"No" I said, "Ash was just leaving."

"I guess I was. See you at dragon training." His voice was dangerous almost as if he was challenging me.

I grabbed one of my knives and threw it again. It had less power than the one before, but it hit its mark. "Yah you will" I said, staring him down to show that I accepted whatever challenge he was making.

Gobber hobbled over to me "That was impressive lass, you sure are learning a lot from your aunt and her crew."

I smiled at Gobber to try and hide my annoyance. "I'm still not fluid you should have seen Lain she's amazing at it."

Gobber chuckled "A little more practice and you'll just as good as she is." He placed a hand on my shoulder "but is everything alright."

"Yah Ash just came over to tell me to stop hanging around and training with auntie and her crew." I said grabbing another knife, my annoyance visible on my face.

"Ash and his father are very traditional, more traditional than your father. They don't believe that outsiders should be given this much access to Berk. They are even harder on people they consider traitor." Gobber sighed, "I don't even think the elder follows the tradition as much as Ash and his father does" Gobber says trying to make the situation light.

"I see" which really I didn't. I was by blood Stoic daughter, but I didn't follow him to the extent Ash seems to follow his father. Than again maybe that's why Stoic and other fathers in village love Ash. They would rather have him be obedient than having a mind of his own.

"I'm going to need your help in the forger if we are to get dragon training started by tomorrow." Gobber said, looking over the different targets.

"Sure Gobber let me just pack up" I said, already retrieving my knives.

"Your going to be dangerous with those I just know it." I smiled and after I got all my knives I walked over to Gobber and hugged him.

"Thanks Gobber"

"No problem lass." Gobber patted my back "don't forget your vest."

I grabbed my vest that Lain placed on the staircase. I placed it over the leather jacket, my vest doing a good job at concealing my leather jacket.

"Why don't you tell me what you learned lass." I smiled at Gobber glad that not everyone in this tribe is traditional. Some actually welcomed new ideas and acts.

"Sure Gobber I'd love to." I said, as we walked back to the village.