Disclaimer: I don't own How To Train Your Dragon, and knowing my luck, I probably never will. All rights go to the author of the books, Cressida Cowell, and the company that made the much-loved films and series, Dreamworks. However, I do own Brenna Bloodsword and Starlight the Night Fury, as they are my OCs. This disclaimer will change over time, as I may add more OCs to this story.

A/N: Here's a code I made up for you so this is easier to read.

Bold: Dragons are talking
Italics: Humans are thinking
Bold italics: Dragons are thinking
Underlined: Any language being spoken that isn't either Norse or Dragonese by bilingual/multilingual characters. It will be written like this for humans:

*Language goes here "Insert speech here."

And like this for dragons:

*Language goes here "Insert speech here."

If there isn't a language in front of the speech, assume that they are speaking Norse if they're human and Dragonese if they're dragons. Sorry about giving such a long A/N, but I felt I had to explain this for you.

In the morning, Brenna and Starlight were woken up by someone pounding on the door. "Brenna? Brenna, are you up?" It sounded like Astrid.

"I am now!" Brenna snapped, sticking her head out of the window. "What do you want?"

"I just want to talk to you," Astrid yelled, staring up at Brenna, who was on the top floor.

"Let me get changed and then I'll be right to you," Brenna told her. She closed the window and started to get changed. She chose a knee length blue dress with pockets and grey leggings underneath them. (Or whatever the Viking equivalent of leggings were back in their day.) She then put on her dark blue cloak with silver edges and went out to meet Astrid.

"That took longer than what I expected," Astrid commented, then freaked out. What if Brenna did something to her using magic . . . like turning her into a frog or some other slimy, disgusting pest? Stoick said not to get witches angry, and she'd done it. She felt like an idiot, and soon, she would be a dead/deformed idiot. But Brenna just looked slightly annoyed.

"You don't need to put it like that, you know," Brenna sighed. "Anyway, you said you wanted to talk to me. What about?"

"I . . . I . . . " Astrid was speechless. Brenna took pity on her.

"Astrid, you look stressed and lost for words. How about you try again later?" Brenna asked kindly.

"Y-yeah," Astrid agreed. Brenna walked past her. Starlight flew over the house and landed just to eyeball Astrid.

*Norse "What are you doing, still standing here? Brenna's already gone," Starlight snapped. She didn't want to see Astrid near Brenna under any circumstances.

"I just wanted to talk, OK? Brenna and I, one on one," Astrid stammered. Starlight growled, but stood down anyway.

*Norse "Fine. But if you make her cry, then don't expect me to play nice with you," Starlight told her, before flying off in Brenna's direction. There were no lessons planned today, and Brenna was just going to get herself some eggs. People smiled at her, and a Terrible Terror flew onto her shoulder as she tried to eat a hunk of break that she had walked out of the house with. (She hadn't had breakfast yet and she was hungry.)

"Nice bit of food you have there. I bet you wouldn't mind if I had a little bite," he snickered, as he leaned in closer. Before he could sink his teeth into it, Brenna took the whole hunk of bread, shoved it in her mouth, and covered it with her hand so nobody saw her chewing on something bigger than her mouth. When she had finally swallowed the hunk of bread, she took her hand away from her mouth and answered him.

*Dragonese "Steal someone else's food," the witch told him. The Terrible Terror was spooked and flew away, freaked out that a human understood him. Brenna approached a stall selling eggs. "Good day, sir. What prices do you have?"

"What did you do to that dragon?" the stall owner asked, terrified. "I know you're a witch, but this is insane."

"I told him to steal someone else's food," Brenna replied. "Now, what are your prices?" The stall owner was about to tell her, when they heard a commotion in the village plaza. A dragon, specifically a green Nadder, was destroying things in a sort of temper tantrum. The owner was a man Brenna recognized as Sigurd, the man who unintentionally almost killed a little girl. He was trying to subdue his dragon, but to no avail.

"Calm down, Sharpclaw! What is wrong with you?" the confused man yelled. The stall owner hid, and Brenna calmly walked over to Sharpclaw and their owner. She still wasn't sure whether Sharpclaw was male or female, so she was sticking with they/them pronouns until she could be sure of the dragon's gender.

"What's going on?" Brenna asked, confused.

"Sharpclaw went nuts out of nowhere!" Sigurd yelled. "I just called him 'big guy' and he went crazy! He's done this before, but never this bad!" Brenna nodded and approached Sharpclaw, who was currently setting things on fire and sending poisonous spikes in every direction.

*Dragonese "Sharpclaw, you need to calm down. Look at me," Brenna instructed. Sharpclaw stopped and stared at her. Most people did. She'd made a rampaging dragon stop by just growling at it. Or at least, that was what it sounded like.

"How do you understand me?" Sharpclaw asked, shocked.

*Dragonese "I learned from another dragon when I was a child. It helps sometimes," Brenna explained, soothing the Deadly Nadder. *Dragonese "Now, what's making you so angry?"

"My rider is calling me horrible names," Sharpclaw confessed.

*Dragonese "Like what?" Brenna asked. Sharpclaw fidgeted on the spot, refusing to look Brenna in the eye. It was remarkable how human the Nadder seemed by using these characteristics.

"He calls me his big guy, the man, mister bigshot and daddio," Sharpclaw confided to the redheaded, peg-legged witch.

*Dragonese "Sharpclaw, I might as well tell you that those are all terms of endearment. The man's fond of you," Brenna pointed out.

"Terms of endearment for boys! I'm a girl!" Sharpclaw yelled. Brenna nodded and turned to the shocked rider.

"I have a question for you. Is it true that you call your dragon pet names like big guy?" Brenna asked. Sigurd nodded.

"I thought it would be a good thing to call him. Two guys will know all about that sort of thing," the blonde confided.

"I told you!" Sharpclaw yelled.

"You think Sharpclaw's male, right?" Brenna interrogated.

"Well, look at him!" Sigurd replied, gesturing to all of Sharpclaw's body. The outraged Nadder shrieked and tried to charge at her rider, but Brenna stood in between them, stopping Sharpclaw from getting any closer.

"You say Sharpclaw is male so you use so many masculine nicknames, but here's the kicker: your big guy isn't a guy," Brenna told him. People gasped. A few of them laughed.

"That can't be right! This is a boy dragon! I know it!" Sigurd yelled.

"Did you check?" Brenna asked. Sigurd turned red.

"Do I have to? I mean, he has green scales, and green is a boyish colour," Sigurd explained. Brenna sighed.

"Sir, the colour of a dragon's scales has nothing to do with their gender," Brenna pointed out. Sigurd's mind was blown.

"It doesn't?" he blurted out. Brenna shook her head.

"Let me ask you again. Did you check?" Brenna asked. Sigurd shook his head. Such a thing had never crossed his mind. Tentatively, he lifted up Sharpclaw's wing, looked underneath . . . and walked away looking very embarrassed. Looking at his face told everyone that Brenna was definitely right. Sharpclaw was so happy to see that her gender was finally being realized. It had been wrong for so long.

"This explains a lot, but why was she so angry at me?" Sigurd asked.

"How patient would you be with someone if they spent all day calling you little lady, madam and sweetie pie?" Brenna asked.

"I . . . I guess not," Sigurd sheepishly said. "Sharpclaw, I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it. You never knew," Sharpclaw soothed.

"What about a new name that's more . . . girly?" Sigurd suggested. "What does Sharpclaw think of that?"

"I don't want a new name!" Sharpclaw negotiated. "I'm fine with the one I have!"

"She said she doesn't want a new name," Brenna translated. "She's fine with the one she already has." Sigurd sighed with relief.

The one-legged, multilingual ginger witch watched them try to negotiate with a sort of proud look on her face. She slipped off and went to the stall owner to get her eggs. He stammered and babbled incoherently throughout the transaction. Sighing, Brenna paid up, put all her eggs into one basket (a historically bad idea) paid for them and went home. She put a spell over them so they wouldn't fall out if they were jostled or pushed, and as she walked home, she whistled. Brenna was only a few inches away from the door when she was accosted by Mildew. He looked angry with her. "Look, girl, you need to stop casting your magic nonsense on dragons," Mildew snapped, jabbing his walking stick into her collar. "Stoick let you get away with it, but not me because I know better than that. You surprised by that, witch?"

"Not really. You interrupted a parent's joy for their child not being dead by suggesting that Starlight and I get thrown off the island. Now, I need to get back inside," Brenna coldly replied, as she went into her house and shut the door behind her. Mildew sputtered with confusion, which then turned into rage as he stormed off. Starlight unintentionally walked into him on her own way home. Mildew freaked out.

"Get away from me, talking dragon, in case the magic your rider uses is . . . is infectious and starts spreading to normal humans!" he shrieked. People gave him weird looks as he hobbled away. Starlight shook her head and went inside.

"What the Thor was that?" Starlight asked.

"I have no idea," Brenna replied. "I'm just trying to get these eggs home. I didn't want to talk to him."

"Hey, did you get any fish while you were there?" Starlight asked.

"I didn't go to the docks, so no," Brenna told her. Starlight sighed, and waltzed off. Brenna shook her head at the ridiculousness of it all.

"I have to do everything for myself these days," Starlight huffed, as she casually stole a bunch of fish from the docks. "Ah, that's better. But I'm still hungry."

"Hey! Who's going through my fish?" a disgruntled fisherman asked the air. "There was much more than this when I brought it back from the sea this morning!"

"Time to go!" Starlight yelped, running away . . . and colliding with Toothless. "Sorry, Toothless!"

"Oh, don't worry about it, Starlight," Toothless soothed. "I know you didn't mean it." Starlight's heart raced.

He likes me! He really likes me! an excited voice in her head squealed. He is so cute and he's taking so much of an interest in me. And we have so much in common!

"Uh, Starlight? Are you OK?" Toothless asked. Starlight snapped out of it, and freaked out. She didn't want to turn Toothless away, not now!

"Yeah, just a little tired. And kinda hungry," she admitted. Her stomach rumbled, as if on cue. Toothless felt as if he had to help her.

"I'm sure that I've got some fish I didn't want to eat," Toothless soothed, as he walked Starlight over to his fish basket. "You can have it if you want."

"You're amazing, Toothless! Thank you!" Starlight smiled, nuzzling Toothless. That was her food sorted, and just in time. Toothless was too smitten to say no to her. Who knew Night Fury eyes worked on other Night Furies? He was already willing to give Starlight anything she wanted at all (or at least, anything he could conceivably get her).

"Look at this! He's in loooooooove with her!" a Terrible Terror giggled, pointing the couple out to his friends, who wolf-whistled and giggled along with him. Toothless ignored them. Starlight rolled her eyes at them. But they weren't done with the Night Furies just yet. "Hey, you two! You do know mating season isn't for a few months, right?" They giggled amongst themselves, confident that neither of them had anything to say in response to their awesomeness. Who said Terrible Terrors were incapable of trading insults with the best of them?

"Depends. You do know that Gothi isn't your real mother, right?" Toothless asked. That shut them up really quick, and the Night Furies continued on their way. They were the ones who were laughing now.

"Oh, Toothless, you're so witty," Starlight giggled. Toothless blushed under his obsidian scales.

"Uh, thanks," he replied sheepishly, nuzzling her neck. Starlight smiled.

"Let's leave them alone. I know better than to mess with the lovey dovey ones," one Terrible Terror muttered. And then they flew off, trying to take their mind off the insult by scavenging for food from sympathetic (gullible) humans. The Night Furies continued talking when they came across their riders being unbelievably dorky, reading through the Book of Dragons and filling in the blanks. It was time to tease them.

*Norse "Hello, resident dorks," Starlight cooed. The resident nerds rolled their eyes.

"Not now, you oversized scaly cats," Brenna sighed. Hiccup snickered. "We're just making a few edits to the amount of Night Fury knowledge that we have."

*Norse "Well, why didn't you say?" Starlight asked, happily allowing them to make all the edits they needed. Then they realized what Brenna had said, and the gall she possessed made them reel. *Norse "Wait: did you just call us . . . oversized scaly cats?"

"Yes," Brenna replied. "Yes, I did." The two Night Furies were dumbfounded that one human could have so much gall. Especially one fairly new to their customs. But they decided that since Brenna was a nerd, and an unruly one at that, they should treat her like one. So Brenna and Hiccup were both tackled to the floor and given the long, saliva-covered licks they hated.

"Ewwww!" they chorused.

"Enough!" Hiccup yelled, as he wiped dragon drool of his face. "I didn't even call you oversized scaly cats; Brenna did!"

"Now I have two things to deal with! How my friend just stabbed me in the back and how this stuff is never coming out of my clothes!" Brenna complained. Hiccup looked at her oddly.

"You have magic, right?" Hiccup asked. Brenna nodded. "Then use that!"

"I've tried all the cleaning spells I know. Night Fury saliva is immune!" Brenna sighed. The two Night Furies grinned. "In fact, a Night Fury's scales are immune to most spells, which means Night Furies are mostly spell-proof! It's so annoying!"

*Norse "Daww, isn't that sweet? They're trying to figure out ways to get us back," Starlight taunted. *Norse "But they never learned that we stole their prosthetics when they were tackled to the ground!" Panicked, the dragon-obsessed dorks checked for prosthetics, only to find their dragons throwing them in their air and catching them in their teeth. Brenna rolled her eyes at them.

"Give them back," she instructed. Toothless and Starlight shook their heads and giggled like hatchlings. "Give them back." Again, the Night Furies refused. "This is your last chance. Hand them over." Once again, the Night Furies taunted their riders by toying with the prosthetics.

"Brenna, they won't hand them over. I have a spare prosthetic with me that you can borrow in the meantime," Hiccup offered.

"And I have magic, Hiccup. What you are about to learn is having that can be quite advantageous. Like so." Brenna grinned and whistled loudly. The prosthetics flew out of their unruly dragons' reach, which sent them crashing to the ground in a heap due to the loss of balance (like when someone starts losing a game of tug of war and the other team pulls them forward). They came to a stop in front of the resident witch, who plucked them out of midair and handed Hiccup his own prosthetic leg. "I've got it."

"I've noticed," Hiccup nervously stammered. Brenna was much tougher than he thought. The Night Furies groaned with pain as their bruises and sore spots were rubbed.

"Everything hurts," Toothless groaned.

"I should've known," Starlight lamented. Hiccup and Brenna giggled and went back to the Book of Dragons, but not before they took their prosthetic legs back and reattached them.

"What else can your magic do?" Hiccup asked. Brenna grinned.

"When you have magic, there is no telling how many opportunities are open to you," Brenna grinned. On that note, the twins sidled over with smirks on their faces.

"When you say opportunities, that wouldn't happen to include pranking opportunities, would it?" Tuffnut asked, curious.

"What good is magic without pranks?" Brenna grinned. "I used magic to prank people all the time when I was a kid! It was awesome!"

"This can't possibly end well," Hiccup groaned.

"How'd you do it? Teach us the way, master," the twins chorused, falling to their knees in prostration. Hiccup wondered just how badly this could end. He also wondered if he even wanted to know how badly this could end. There was a witch talking about pranks with the two biggest pranksters Berk had to offer. And now there was a possibility that Brenna was a born prankster too. And she had magic on her side. Oh, lucky them.

"Most of my pranks are retaliatory pranks after being teased by other people," Brenna explained. "A good prank I know about is for when people think it's funny to steal your food. I would make myself some special food that tastes awful and wait for people to steal it and eat it in front of you. The looks on their faces are utterly priceless!" The twins looked at Brenna like she'd just discovered fire. (At least, the pranking equivalent of it.)

"This is an utter revolution! Tell us more!" Ruffnut pleaded.

"Please don't tell them more. The village won't be able to take it," Hiccup begged.

"What's going on?" Astrid asked, eavesdropping on their conversation. Nobody knew that she'd been eavesdropping, and they thought that she'd just arrived.

"We're trying to learn how to use Brenna's magic to prank people," Tuffnut blurted out. Astrid glared at him.

"Don't tell them anything," Astrid warned Brenna.

"I've been telling her that already," Hiccup muttered. Starlight saw Astrid warning Brenna, misinterpreted the situation and jumped to her rider's defence.

*Norse "You leave Brenna alone," Starlight growled. Toothless was also on his guard, worried that Starlight would end up hurting someone or being hurt herself. The twins had the sense to see themselves out.

"I was just talking to her," Astrid blurted out. Starlight wasn't buying it. She never did. As far as Starlight was concerned, the blonde warrior couldn't be trusted after she ripped off Brenna's prosthetic leg in a training exercise and made her cry in the privacy of her own home.

*Norse "And why should I believe you?" Starlight growled.

"Because she's telling the truth," Brenna told her. "Starlight, stand down." Growling, Starlight did so. Everyone was relieved.

"I'm sorry about that," Brenna apologized. "Starlight is very protective of me. Always has been and probably always will be."

*Norse "I am right here," Starlight huffed. *Norse "If you're going to talk about me, then at least make sure I'm not there."

"And if you're going to hurt someone, make sure I'm not there," Brenna told her. Astrid breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks," Astrid whispered. Starlight hated her. She was lulling Brenna into a false sense of security, building her hopes up so she could take pleasure in knocking them down. Starlight just knew that this was Astrid's true intentions, and she vented to Toothless about it just out of the humans' earshot.

"I know the only reason she won't let me go near the blonde girl is because she wants these people to like her!" Starlight ranted. Toothless tried to be the voice of reason throughout it all.

"It's a new place and it seems like she'd like some friends. Let her settle in and get used to everything," Toothless advised. Starlight, a lot calmer now, nodded.

"That makes much more sense. Thanks, Toothless," Starlight smiled, nuzzling him. Toothless stiffened up and a big smile spread across his face. Brenna noticed it immediately. So did Hiccup and Astrid.

"What's up with him?" Hiccup asked.

"Let me explain it to you as simply as I can. Your dragon is madly in love with my dragon," Brenna explained. "And because of the aforementioned love, my dragon has your dragon wrapped around her smallest, sharpest claw. That's pretty much it."

". . . OK," Hiccup muttered. Brenna rolled her eyes.

"Lovestruck dorky Night Furies that team up to play pranks on the innocent public," the redheaded witch sighed. "What the Thor have I done to deserve anything like this?" Starlight grinned at Brenna.

*Norse "I have no idea, Brenna. Maybe it was because of that time when you turned your grandmother's favourite scarf into a kitten and played with it?" Starlight asked, looking as innocent as possible. Hiccup and Astrid laughed, as Brenna turned as red as her hair.

"Oh, for Thor's sake, Starlight! I was three and it made a better cat than a scarf anyway!" Brenna retorted.

"This seems like a funny thing you'd do, Brenna," Astrid giggled.

"Please. I've done worse than this," Brenna grinned. The girls were still wary of each other, but the ice was melting a little. But only a little.

"Hey, kids, there's a sparring competition for the women. How about Brenna and Astrid go against each other?" Gobber asked. Brenna looked at Astrid. Astrid looked at Brenna. Then, in unison, they blurted out:

"ARE YOU CRAZY?! SHE'LL KILL ME!"

Everyone in earshot stared at them.

"And how will she kill you, exactly?" Gobber asked, slightly amused at the sudden turn of events.

"Look at her! She's a witch! She only needs one spell and I'm dead!" Astrid shrieked.

"Look at her! She's a warrior! She only needs one swing of her axe and I'm dead!" Brenna pointed out. After that outburst, the two looked at each other with utter fear in their eyes. Then the fear slowly melted away, making way for small smiles. Those smiles grew and grew, until they were both laughing hysterically. The ice had completely melted.

"You're not as bad as I thought, you know," Astrid admitted.

"Same to you," Brenna told her. The two grinned. Hiccup, the ever-curious nerd, had a question.

"So, are either of you going to enter the sparring thing or-"

"NOT NOW!" the girls yelled. Hiccup backed off and said no more about it. What guy was crazy enough to get two angry females on his back? And one had the ability to use magic, too! It would take a truly stupid individual to mess with both of them at the same time.

And that was when Snotlout waltzed over. Speak of Loki, and he shall appear.

"Well, would you look at that? Two beautiful ladies right in front of me! Have I died and gone to Valhalla or something?" Snotlout asked, a smarmy smile adorning his face. The girls were disgusted.

"You will soon," Astrid growled, placing a hand on the handle of her axe. Brenna batted it away. Creepy as he was, violence was not what she wanted to see.

"Oh, Astrid, don't be like that! You know you love the sound of my voice. And there's no way that you could shut me up, so you'll have to get used to it," Snotlout purred. Brenna had had enough.

"That's enough out of you," she ordered, blue sparks shooting out of her hands and towards Snotlout's mouth. Afterwards, Snotlout tried to speak, but his voice had been replaced by the lilt of a harp. "Now there's something I could get used to. Keep talking, Snotlout; I love the sound of your voice," the witch grinned. Astrid snickered.

"Your magic is pretty cool, Brenna," Astrid admitted. "And that spell looked hard, too."

"It gets easier with practice," Brenna replied. "And I've had to deal with a lot of creeps." She was nonchalant to the end while Snotlout ran around the Great Hall like a headless chicken because of the 'improvement' Brenna had made to his voice. Hiccup tried not to laugh at his hapless cousin and the comeuppance he'd received from the girls. He eventually bumped into Stoick, who was very confused by the situation, and had every right to be.

"What the Thor has - oh," Stoick sighed, as he heard that Snotlout's voice had been replaced by the notes of a harp. "Did you try messing with Brenna?" Snotlout nodded. "OK. Figured as much." He took Snotlout to Brenna in an attempt to work things out. "Brenna, did you put some sort of spell on Snotlout to replace his voice with the sound of a harp being played?"

"Yes," Brenna replied. She didn't try to hide it at all. Snotlout gaped at the nerve she possessed. That girl was confident, handled herself well and was fine in just about any situation . . . and he was madly in love with her. Brenna just drew him in with a cloak of mystery and her magic, even though she used it to mess with him.

"Brenna, I shall say this only once. Take the spell off him," Stoick commanded.

"Only if he leaves Astrid alone," Brenna negotiated. "Snotlout, do you promise to leave my friend alone in future?" The words 'my friend' made Astrid suppress a smile. Brenna saw her as a friend. Not an enemy, a friend. Now if only Starlight agreed with Brenna about her. Snotlout nodded. "Fine." The spell was lifted and Snotlout got his voice back.

"Holy Thor, thank you," Snotlout babbled.

"Don't mention it," Brenna told him.

"Brenna, but I-"

"Seriously, Snotlout. Don't mention it. Ever." With that, Brenna snapped her fingers and was gone. Snotlout was in awe of the redheaded girl, and, like he did with any girl that seemed to hate him, he developed a crush. But he wasn't quite sure how to act with her, since she always seemed one step ahead of everyone, including him. Had to be the magic.

Once they were at home, Starlight went straight to sleep, while Brenna decided to pick up her flute. It had been a while since she played it, and she did so love her flute. She picked it up and started to play a melody that she had learnt from some sailors. It was a jaunty tune meant to raise the spirits of homesick sailors and didn't really suit the calm night, but she played it anyway. It was something she always liked to hear, and she played it loudly, not caring who heard.

Nobody complained, but it did make Snotlout stop for a little while and wait outside her house. He liked the sound of it. It brought his spirits up. He wanted to listen to it all night long. "For Thor's sake, Snotlout, get away from there. You look like a creep," Hookfang chided, picking him up and carrying him away. "You're in enough trouble as it is with her and Astrid being friends now. Come on." Hookfang carried Snotlout home, wondering who was playing the flute and why Snotlout liked Brenna so much.