This is Berk

The morning sun shone from behind the mountains, covered by pure, thick snow, while the light reflecting from it brightened the Viking village, and hence, the wooden huts. Inside them, some people were still snoring in their beds, some were waking up to their daily work, and some were children, who have been actively playing in the white powder since the sun's raising.

The Island, but also the village, that has its ups and downs

It was well known that the busiest part of the area was the docks, which surrounded was by stalls, fish buckets, sellers, and customers willing into buying their breakfast. One of these fishermen working was his hardest, cutting the fish, serving his clients, and trading the meat with golden coins.

"Next!" The brown-haired Viking yelled, after a proper, earlier-made exchange, and his green eyes locked on the hooded figure. "What can I do for ya?"

"Three fish, please," the person asked, with a gentle, female voice, whose volume was close to a whisper.

"Fresh or older? The second type is cheaper."

"Fresh," she answered, keeping her head low, avoiding the fisherman's sight. "I don't mind the cost," she added, taking out from her pocket the sachet of coins.

"Doing well, aren't ya?" The man chuckled, packing the ordered meal into the empty, leather bag. "The weather is admirable today, isn't it?" He pointed out, attempting to glimpse the woman's face, who only covered herself even more at the question.

"It is nice, lovely."

"Ya think? I would say many things, but lovely?" He went on, trying to keep on the conversation, but noticing the woman's unwillingness to do it, he gave up. "Six," he summed up, placing the order before her.

"Of course," she agreed, and taking out the mentioned price she pulled it out to the man. "Thank ya."

Suddenly, her covering slid from her face, discovering her hidden features. The man detected her reddened over cold, freckled cheeks, weak grin, and dark, green eyes that were lined by the Auburn hair strands. Immediately, he moved away the bag from her, creased his forehead, and rubbed it, sighing.

"Hiccup Haddock, how many times do ya have to be repeated the rules?"

"I have no idea what ye're talkin' about, mister Larsen," Hiccup reacted, shrugging and pressing her lips together. "I don't remember here bein' some rules that apply to me."

At that statement, the man leaned forward abruptly, causing the young woman to flinch forward, and tapped on the wooden sign over him. "We do not sell to dragons," he read the caution on it, sharply.

Although, for some time, these are mostly downs.

"Yes, but as ya can see, that rule doesn't apply to me," Hiccup noted, taking off her hoodie and waving her hands. "Look, I am human, with hands and everythin', just like ya!"

"For now," he remarked as his expression closed up and he leaned his forearms on the table, which was also his stall's part. "Look Hiccup, these rules weren't created without reason. The last time the dragons were let inside the docks five people ended up bruised."

"I understand, I really do, but I'm not exactly a dragon! I won't do a thin' that will cause anyone harm!"

"I'm not that sure of it, maybe somethin' will get into ya, and I don't want to be the one responsible for it."

"Nothin' will get into me!" Hiccup fumed and loosened, inhaling soundly. "Larsen, please, try to understand that I have two men in the house, who will be hungry after the long day of work, and I can't leave them meal-less."

"Ya won't guess how much I do not care about it," Larsen snorted and gave her a dismissive wave of the hand, "also if ya need fish so much, ya may hunt them yerself, can't ya?"

If I could, I would, Hiccup reflected and gnashed her teeth, wrinkling her nose. "I wanted to be nice, but if we can't talk this way," she muttered, grunted, and glared at him. "I would like to remind ya, that one of these men is the actual chief of the village, and if I won't get him dinner, it'll be partly yer fault and yer death."

"If the chief needs food he may come here himself, and I'll give it to him for free, heck, he can even come for dinner at my house, I don't mind," he proposed, and then glowered at Hiccup, sizing her up. "Just say him, to not send here his fuckin', draconic daughter again," he growled, smirking at the notice of Hiccup's startle twinkling in her eyes. "Get out of here, and don't forget to say to yer demon boyfriend that he isn't welcome here either. Next!"

Instantly, the woman that stood behind Hiccup pushed herself before her, and the young woman repelled away. Afterward, she stood still, breathing loudly, and stroking her hands, absorbed with thoughts. She couldn't go, she must fight, suggested her thoughts, and Hiccup gave in to them.

Subsequently, she stepped forward and muscled in just next to the irritated woman. "I'll pay twice!" She offered, showing the man the twelve golden pieces, grinning beggingly.

"We do not sell to spoiled dragons," the man responded, not even glancing at Hiccup, keeping his focus on the lady before him. "It was five, right?"

"T-Then maybe thrice," Hiccup stuttered, keeping on, chewing on her bottom lip. "Please, mister Larsen-,"

"Hey! Didn't ya notice there is a quote?!" The customer woman, who Hiccup just caught had brown hair and blue, filled with rage, eyes, shouted and bored her eyes at Hiccup. "Ya had yer chance, let the rest of us do our shoppin'!"

"Phlegma, it's okay, I'll take care of this," Larsen insisted and scowled at Hiccup, hissing. "I have told ya once, I'll tell ya again, get the fuck out of here! I'm not sellin' ya anythin'!"

"Larsen! Since when ye're yellin' at customers!" The newcomer scolded the fisherman, and while Hiccup turned in the man's direction, she sank in herself, ashamed.

Before her, stood the blond-haired man, with blue eyes, burning with shock and rage, and a mustache, who held the two buckets, one with his arm, and one with a metal prosthesis. His wooden leg was knocking the panels of docks under it, and the moment he gazed at Hiccup he stopped and sighed, shaking his head.

"Now, ya know why," Larson answered, rolling his eyes at Hiccup and pointing with his head at her to the man. "Gobber, take out the trash, so-called heir, please."

Glaring at him, Gobber narrowed his eyes, before softening them, ricocheting at Hiccup. "Come on, lad. We're outta here," he instructed and Hiccup surrendered to him, nodding and lowering her head while following him.

Place, that some can call home

Afterward, the two of them walked through the dock, side by side, avoiding as much people's attention as possible. Knitting her fingers together, Hiccup had been peeking at Gobber, making the effort to come up with good words. Eventually, she took in the sight of the entrance to the docks, and she pursed her lips, before beginning.

"Could ya buy them somethin' before they'll be back, please?"

"Of course, I'll provide ya with some stock," he replied, but instead of moving farther, he stopped, throwing the basket he held on the ground, and brushed his long mustache. "Haven't it been told that ya can't come here?"

"Gobber, these rules are bullshit! At least from the side of mine and Toothless's," Hiccup countered, avoiding Gobber's sight, and hugging her forearms. "We have the right to come here!"

"I didn't mean these rules, I meant the ones that have been made in yer house," Gobber clarified, stabbing his fingers into her shoulder. "Didn't Stoic tell ya to not-,"

"He did, even Toothless did," she murmured, and the hurt crossed her face at the memory, "but that doesn't mean I can't do anythin'! I just, I feel useless, Gobber! Not bein' able to even leave my own house!"

"Ya want to feel useful? Go to Forge! I would use help, ya know?"

"I didn't mean that," she justified and the sadness clouded her features. "I want to be useful for my family! I want to go, and buy food, without anyone's company! No father, no Toothless, Astrid, anyone, just me!"

"Ya know it's impossible," Gobber reminisced, patting Hiccup's shoulder, which tensed. "The village has a harder time, now. Ya have to be patient, it'll get better, later."

"Maybe, but I hoped that after two months it would change, already," Hiccup muttered and grimaced, looking to the exit. "Let's just go," she declared, but while stepping forward she bumped into someone. "I'm sorry," she apologized, immediately.

"You'd better be," the same woman, whom Hiccup remembered as Phlegma, snickered. "Not only are ya interruptin' someone's work, but also life, as I see."

"Great," Hiccup summed up and grinned, squirming her eyes, annoyed. "It's not like I care, so I'll just go," she grumbled and walked forward, unbothered by Phlegma's existence.

"Certainly," Phlegma droned, but while Hiccup was receding, her face twisted. "I would be ashamed of myself if I were ya!" She continued, carping at Hiccup, who gave her an indifferent wave of the hand. "Ya are the disgrace to yer family, to yer ancestors, to yer father, and whole village! Half-dragon, and if it wasn't bad enough, in a relationship with the fuckin' monster, an abomination!"

At the sound of her words, Hiccup snapped, turned toward her, panting and frowning with fury. Suddenly, she stepped forward to her swiftly, and without the warning, she punched her across her face, while the woman howled in shock and pain.

Calling after her, Gobber grabbed Hiccup's arm, but she junked free, glaring at the woman, who held onto her cheek. "What the-?!" Phlegma bellowed, gaining everybody's attention around.

"Ya may curse me, wish me the worst, wish me death, but do not ever name the man I love, who sacrificed his everythin' for yer fuckin' ass, a monster," Hiccup snarled, boring her eyes into the woman, while her nostrils flared. "I swear to ya, I won't hold back then. I am, now, but never again."

"Sacridised his everythin'?!" Phlegma barked, screwing up her face. "I'm not that easy to manipulate, honey. I know he cut off his tail, only, and not even for me, but for ya!"

"Yes, he did, just so to save me from death, and incidentally, it occurred while savin' ya!" Hiccup boomed, grounding her jaw and her face closed up. "Tell me, honestly, why are ya doin' it? Pickin' up on me, my love, for what? Do ya feel like a hero? Like a protector that defends the whole village from evil shapeshifters?! Let me tell ya somethin', while ya prepare for yer husband a bread with a fish pasta and call it the grand gesture, I literally died, so he was alive, now!"

"Oh, ya are so thoughtful," Phlegma ironized, raising her chin and pouting. "If ya two are so wonderful, then why were ya cursed by gods in the first place?!"

"We weren't cursed! It's a blessin', miracle, the gift from them!"

"It's hex, that will soon affect the whole village!"

"Ya wish ya get the possibility like that from the gods! From Thor, Frigg, even Odin himself!"

"From gods! Rather from Loki!"

"The reason why ya behave like that against us is that ya are afraid of us! Ya know that I could change right now, and smack yer neck, effortlessly!" Hiccup went on, but stopped the moment Gobber grasped her arm, and she glared at him. "Let go of me, now!" She barked at him, while her lips draw back in a snarl.

"Hiccup, calm down!" Gobber yelped and fear crossed his face. "Think about what ye're talkin' about!"

"I'm just sayin' the truth Gobber, I-," Hiccup started and just then she noticed the view of Phlegma's terrified, dulled face. "I just-," she creaked, while her eyes went wide. "I didn't mean to-," she commenced, glistening and peeking at the woman. "I'm sorry-,"

"S-Stay away from me," Phlegma cautioned, stepping away and walking into the crowd, tensing her whole body.

Afterward, Hiccup panted, glancing in the direction she disappeared in until Gobber gripped her shoulders and turned her toward him. "It's okay," he assured, stroking her arms.

"I-I am so sorry, Gobber," Hiccup stammered, gasping for air. "I have no idea what got-,"

"Emotions got into ya, and it's nothin' wron'," Gobber reasoned and fretted, sighing. "It seems ya hid a lot of them. Wanna talk about it?"

"I want to go home."

After she answered, Gobber nodded and pointed to the entrance with his arm, but before they could've moved, they froze, just as Hiccup felt the impact made into her cheek. Instead of reacting, she stood still, feeling the wet liquid on her skin.

Consequently, hearing the splash nearby, she gazed in the sound's direction to the ground, and her face went blank at the sight of a red vegetable, a tomato nonetheless. Immediately, she rushed her fingers through the place of impact and glimpsing the runny, red juice at them, she wheezed, horrified.

Witnessing everything Gobber stunned just the same as her, darted from Hiccup, to the pulp on the dirt, and at the crowd, while his eyes started burning with madness. Simultaneously as he was about to yell, she halted him, grasping his arm and leading him to the exit, swiftly.

, but not me, at least not anymore