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:

After a nice nap on the rocks Toothless and I went fishing a bit more only to have the pack of Terrible Terror following us. For a while I thought they were trying to steal our fish, but it turns out they were trying to help us. I could tell that Toothless was getting annoyed at their attempts of helping, but I thought it was kind of cute. It only cost Toothless and I two nets full of fish until I was able to get the pack to understand my commands with whistling. It was nothing to difficult to understand. Two whistles meant to back away from Toothless, one whistle meant come and they would either drop the stray fish in the next or do there best to try and lift the next. Toothless and I brought all the fish back to the cliffs where Gabriel was waiting with the empty baskets from my food shed. We were lucky able to fill up most of the baskets, but then came the fun part carrying all the baskets back to the shed, which involved two trips.

Gabriel laughed at my struggle as he asked me questions about what Toothless and I did today. I couldn't help the excitement in my voice as I told him about how amazing riding was. It wasn't until we almost reached my house that we noticed that we were being followed…well until Gabriel realized we were being followed. Turns out the pack of Terrible Terrors had decided to follow me home. That had taken another hour or so to get me to teach them stay. After leaving all the food in the food shed, I took the Terrible Terrors back to the cliff making wild gestures and a bit of intimidation from Toothless to get them to stay at the cliffs.

Gabriel was just laughing at my struggles now nick naming me the dragon whisperer. Both of us walked back to the village to grab something to eat only to have the mess hall crowded with people. It was there that we noticed Asad was standing outside the mess hall. He was leaning right outside the door, arms crossed, a stern look on his face. When he saw Gabriel and I he made his way over towards us making a few hand motions. To me the hand motions seemed odd, but Gabriel nodded his head as if it had all made sense. Gabriel turned to me and said that we were needed back on the boat. They left and not feeling up for a crowd I made my way to the forge. A thought of where Gobber could be crossing my mind before I walked into my workshop and flung myself exhausted over my desk, trying to stretch my aching muscles.

For a moment I just sighed enjoying the peace and quiet. 'When was the last time I had a moment to breathe?' I thought, my head resting against the grain of wood and papers covered in pictures of Toothless and his prosthetic. I slowly breathe in the scent of wood and I shut my eyes enjoying the silence of it all. 'Question is what do I do now?' and just like that my peace was shattered by my own mind. 'I can't keep the dragons here forever; someone is bond to find them? And when winter gets here things are just going to get more complicated.' I groaned, feeling far to drained to deal with anything. 'Sleep' my mind told me 'sleep is exactly what I need.' But I made no effort to stand, turning my head all I could hear was the sound of crinkling papers "Maybe I can just sleep here?" I muttered. My eyes fluttered closed for a moment before a large thump came from my door. Sitting up I turned to face the door.

"DAD" I shout, in surprise leaping from my seat, suddenly awake. "Your back?" I say doing my best to gather all of the pictures of Toothless and the prosthetic fin sketches. "I…when did you…Gobber's not here." I shout, to panicked to think straight.

"I know. I came looking for you." He says, his voice calm. He looked exhausted, but otherwise he seemed to be in good health although there was something in his eyes. I wasn't sure what it was, but it scared me. Any time my dad came looking for me was a bad thing.

I tense at his statement "You did?" I ask, trying to swallow the lump in my throat, my hands starting to feel clammy.

He takes a step forward "You've been keeping secrets" he says, his voice distant.

My heart was beating to fast and before I know it my legs have given out. I drag some of the papers down with me a few scattering around at my feet. "I…I have?" I ask, wondering how long I could pretend to know nothing.

"Just how long did you think you could hide it from me" he says, his face giving nothing away.

"I don't…" I blink trying to figure out what exactly would happen now. "I don't know what you're talking about." I say trying to keep my voice even, but even to my ears it sounds to mousy.

"Nothing" he snaps harshly, "happens on this island without me hearing about it?"

My heart was beating wildly now "Oh?" I said, biting my lip "So you know Auntie Helga is here." I say, hoping to distract him.

"Yes" he says taking an irritated breath. "But that's not what we are talking about here" he states matter of fact. He takes a step forward "So" he say his voice calm "Let's talk about that dragon."

My heart has dropped to the pit of my stomach. I swallow hard trying to rid myself of the lump. "I…" I want to deny it all. Say that its all a lie, but what comes spilling out of my mouth is an apology. "Oh gods. Dad I'm so sorry. I was going to tell you. I just didn't know how to-" I was interrupted by a big, booming laugh. I reel back in shock.

"You're not…upset?" I ask, wondering just how many falls to the head Stoick has taken.

"What?" He shouts a smile spread across his face. "I was hoping for this."

Now I was completely confused "Uhh…you were?"

"And believe me, it only gets better!" he exclaims "Just wait till you spill a Nadder's guts for the first time." I cringe feeling my stomach turn, but he doesn't seem to notice. "And mount your first Gronckle head on a spear. What a feeling!" He shouts, laughing. He walks over to me and smack me on the shoulder a move that sends me into the desk. "You really had me going there, Halla. All those years of the worst Viking Berk had ever seen! Odin, it was rough. I almost gave up on you." I can't help, but feel a rush of sadness overcoming me, trying my best not to wince at his words. "And all the while, you were holding out on me! Thor Almighty!" He exclaims, looking at me with a grin I had never seen before. That's when it hit me; this is what it looks like when Stoick the Vast was proud of you. It was a look I had never gotten before.

"You killed that demon Halla, you avenged your mother," He says placing both his hands on my shoulder. I look at his eyes, they were filling with pride, love and maybe even a little bit of envy. "You did something that I couldn't." He says in such a quiet voice, but his grip on my gets tighter. I want to squirm out of his grip; I wanted to tell him how I felt so guilt for what I did to Scraface. I wanted to tell him that killing that dragon was one of the worst experiences of my life.

"It wasn't -"

"Now don't you be modest…take credit when credit is due Halla. Your first kill was a Nightmare, and from the stories I heard you unleashed hell on that beast." My throat closed on me for a second, I looked at my dad for a moment he was smiling that biggest smile I had seen. He was so happy over something that I feel incredible guilty over.

I watch as he grabs a stool and sits. His massive frame nearly filling my tiny workspace "With you doing so well in the ring, we finally have something to talk about." I look at his face and want to say something anything, but I was still overwhelmed by the amount of pride of his face and the guilt that knowing it was all a lie. A long pause occurs and Stoick has moved his chair a little closer to me, while I advert my eyes, worried that if he stared at me to long he would find out I was a fraud.

"I got kicked out of the ring," I mutter wondering just how much he was aware of happened on the island.

"I heard. I will talk with the elders; you should still be allowed to compete Halla. Prove to all the Vikings on this island that it wasn't a fluke. That you are a Viking, that you are can honor the your ancestors." I grimaced hoping and silently praying that the elders will stay firm with their decision, but my mind couldn't help counting all the things that would count as dishonor to my ancestors. "Although the detail about what you did to that dragon is a bit sketchy."

"I used one of my invention…" I squeaked out hoping that he would notice I didn't want to talk about it. Instead I get another boom laughing one that is starting to startle me, rather than comfort me.

"Finally one of you invention did damage to a dragon rather than the village." He says, laughing. My mouth turns into a frown as I look at the floor, biting on my lip to keep the 'your wrong' from coming out. My mind flashing back to Toothless trapped, waiting for death. A shiver ran up my spine, as shame washed over me.

Stoick stopped laughing and a pause started to grow. Stoick eventually cleared his throat. "Oh I…brought you something," He says pulling something out of his cape. It's a horned helmet, nothing as big as his, but I could tell from here that the craftsmanship was impeccable. "To keep you safe in the ring." I opened my mouth to protest, but he pushed the helmet towards me "You will get back in the ring."

I slowly reach for the helmet. The guilt turning violently in my stomach before settling."Thank you" I say, hoping it sounded sincere.

"You mother would've wanted you to have it." My head snaps to look at Stoick, this being the first time I've heard him talk about my mother other than her death. His smile was a little less bright, his eyes clouded with sadness or maybe guilt. "It's half of her breast plate," he says tapping his own helmet before smiling. "Matching set. Keeps her close, y'know?" I look at his helmet than mine grimacing a bit. "Wearing it proudly. You deserve it." He says, standing from the stool to placing a hand on my shoulder. 'No I really don't' I thought, staring at the helmet for a moment longer before turning to look at my father.

There was that stupid look again, that pride filled look of his. I didn't even know he could smile this much. "You've held up your end of the deal." My eyes widen and I can feel it. The truth wanting to wrench itself from my mouth, the truth wanting to tell him its all a lie, a trick, that I don't deserve this. I can feel my hands tighten around the helmet.

As I opened my mouth, a yawn comes out. "I'm really tired, I should really get to bed." I say, shattering whatever father daughter moment we were having.

"Yes! Right! Good! Okay. Good talk. See you back at the house"

"We should do this again. I'm great. Thanks for stopping by and for the uhh helmet." We were both talking over each other as Stoick fumbled to the door.

"Well…uh…good night" He says leaving the room, awkwardly.

I stood there for a moment. The helmet weighing so much more now, that I placed it on the table, right next to the pile of Toothless drawing. I looked between the two objects on my desk and before I could stop it I let out a cry, feeling tears starting to build up. "Oh the gods truly hate me." I mutter the tears streaming down my face, tears landing on both the helmet and the drawings.