Wow, 3 reviews, 3 fav's and 6 follows in less then a day. That went quite well for a first fic.

Anyways, lets continue with the story shall we?

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Hanna POV:

"Sorry dad."

Yep, I'm the daughter of the chief. I looked up into the sky to see some of the dragons that were captured earlier had gotten free, carrying most of our livestock with them. I have a hunch that they got free due to the iron basket that caused massive destruction.

I looked at the face of my father again, just to see an unreadable glare on his face. Because of this, and almost every other villager glaring at me, I just gathered the courage to speak of my achievement. "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury." I yelped slightly when he grabbed me by the collar again and started dragging me away to gods know where. "It's not like the last few times dad, I actually hit it this time! You guys were busy and I had a clear shot! I saw it crashed somewhere in Ravens Point, we need to get a search party out there before-"

"STOP!" I quickly stopped talking due to the sheer force of the volume. "Every time you step outside, disaster follows! Can't you see I got bigger problems? Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed!"

"Well, between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't you think?" It's true, basically everybody but me, Austen and the twins seems to be overweight.

"This isn't a joke, Hanna!" My father snapped. "Why can't you just follow the simplest of orders?"

I tried to defend myself. "Sorry dad but I just can't stop myself! I see a dragon and I just have to…kill it, you know? It's who I am dad.

My dad rubbed his forehead, looking stressed. "Oh, you are many things Hanna, but a dragon killer isn't one of them. Get back to the house." He then turned to Gobber. "Make sure she gets there. I have her mess to clean up."

In my walk of shame Gobber and I passed the fire brigade. Tuffnut was the first to speak. "Quite the performance."

The next to speak was my idiotic cousin. "I've never seen anybody mess up that badly. That helped, you two hearted freak!" After that they just started laughing, with the exceptions of Austen and Fishlegs. Fishlegs because he isn't the kind of person to make fun of anybody and Austen because he simply glared at me.

"Thank you, thank you. I was trying." I muttered miserably.

Me and Gobber just continued walking, not saying anything to the other. It wasn't until I got at my front door that I finally spoke. "I swear Gobber, I really did hit one."

"Sure Hanna." As he spoke it sounded like he was only paying half of his attention, but I didn't notice it at the time.

"My father never listens."

"Well", it runs in the family."

"And whenever he does it's always with this…disappointed scowl, like somebody skimped the meat on his sandwich." I then started to imitate my father's voice. "'Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side. This here is not only a girl, but nothing but a talking fishbone, with two heats!' It would be so much better if I was a boy with just one heart, wouldn't it?"

"You're looking wrong at this entire thing." He said, trying to cheer me up. "It's not because of what you look like, it's not because you are a girl, it's not even because you have two hearts. It's what's inside that he can't stand."

I looked at him, my jaw hanging open, with a look that said 'was that supposed to help?'. "Thank you for summoning that up." I said sarcastically, grabbing the door handle as I did.

"Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not." I know he tried to help, but his 'pep talks' tend to make things worse then they are.

"I just want to be one of you guys." I said miserably, and went inside my house…only to rush back out through the back door.

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Stoick POV:

Me and every single villager that was capable of battle were gathered in the great hall, discussing on how to counter the dragons. "Either we finish them or they finish us! It's the only way to get rid of them! If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave! They'll find another home!" I sink my blade into the large map in front of me, in an uncharted part to be precise, which was filled with dragons, sea monsters and a lot of fog. "One more search, before the ice sets in."

Then I heard one of the men speak. "But those ships never come back."

I needed as much people as I could get. "We're Vikings! It's an occupational hazard! Now who's with me?" I heard the villagers mutter something along the lines of 'Today's not a good day for me.' Or 'I've got to do my axe returns'. "Alright, those who stay will look after Hanna." I felt a little ashamed that I used my daughter that way but it did the job. All the Vikings I could see lifted their hands or prosthetics up.

I heard Phlegma yell. "To the ships!"

I also heard my brother Spitelout yell. "I'm with you Stoick!"

I responded to their eagerness. "That's more like it"

And without another word, nearly everybody rushed out, leaving me alone with Gobber. "Right, I'll pack my undies."

I admired his enthusiasm, even if it was in his own way, but he was needed here on Berk. "No, I need you to stay and train some new recruits."

"Oh, perfect. And while I'm busy, Hanna can cover the stall. Molten steel, razor sharp blades, lots of time to herself…what could possibly go wrong?"

I sit down on a bench, voicing my troubles. "What am I going to do with her Gobber?"

Gobber gave me a serious look. "Put her in training with the others."

He must have been joking. "No, I'm serious."

"So am I."

I wasn't having it. I may not show it much, but I do care for my little girl. Putting her in any danger was out of the question. "She'll be killed before you let the first dragon out of its cage."

But Gobber, being the stubborn Viking he is, kept insisting. "Oh, you don't know that."

"I do know that, actually."

"No, you don't."

"No, I actually do."

"No you don't! Hanna could be the best fighter Berk ever had or will have, for all we know. But we don't because you never let her try!" I admit, Gobber had a point there.

"Look, you know what she's like. From the time she could crawl, she's been…different." I meant her behavior, not the fact that she has two hearts like my beloved Valka did. "She doesn't listen, she has the attention span of a sparrow. I take her fishing, and she goes hunting for…for trolls!"

Gobber seemed to be slightly offended by that remark. "Trolls exist! They steal your socks! But only the left ones. What's with that…?"

I let out a sigh. "When I was a child-"

Gobber interrupted me immediately. "Oh, here we go."

I simply ignored his interruption. "My father told me to bang my head against a rock, and I did it. I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him. And you know what happened?"

"You got a headache?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

I ignored his remark yet again. "That rock split in two. It taught me what a Viking could do, Gobber. He could crush mountains, level forests, tame seas! Even as a child I knew what I was and what I had to become…Hanna is not that child."

"You can't stop her Stoick, you can only prepare her." That started to catch my interest. "Look, I know it seems hopeless. But the truth is you won't always be around to protect your little girl. She's going to get out there again. She's probably out there now!"

After he said his speech I started to think. His words kept playing in my mind, urging me to put her into dragon training.

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Hanna POV:

After I ran out of the back door of my house, I went in search of the Night Fury on my own. So far I didn't have any luck, as all the X's on the map in my notebook can tell you. At one point I grew so frustrated with searching I scribbled all over it. After that I simply put it in my pocket. I let out a big sigh. "The gods hate me. Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon!"

In my anger I smacked a low hanging branch, only for it to snap back and hit me in the face. "OW!" When I started to glare at the branch I noticed that the tree trunk was broken somewhere halfway, as if something crashed into it. My eyes follow it to a long trench of up-turned earth. I followed the trail to a downed, black dragon, stuck in a bola.

Out of shock, I hid myself from it. I gathered some courage and slowly, but surely, I come out of my hiding spot. I quickly pulled out the small dagger that I carried with me, just to be on the safe side. I took a deep breath and made my way to the dragon, which appeared to be unconscious, or dead. "Oh, wow. I did it! This fixes everything! Yes!" Feeling a little cocky I put my foot on its side. "I have brought down this mighty beast!"

Then the dragon moved. "Whoa!" In my panic I turned my dagger at it, even though the dragon was tied up. Then I saw the dragon stare at me. I tried to look away but I kept getting drawn back to those eyes. Then, knowing that the dragon was helpless, I got into a position where I could kill it with just one move. "I'm going to kill you dragon." I said in a voice that didn't sound like me. "I'm going to cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking. I'M A VIKING!"

Then I heard something I never expected, I could hear a sad wine from the dragon. I raised my dagger high, ready to kill it. I took one more look into the eyes, not seeing any rage or evil, but fear. After I saw that the tiny voice in me saying 'don't kill it' became a lot more powerful.

Then the dragon closed its eyes, giving up. After all this, I just didn't have the heart, or hearts in my case, to kill it. My hands dropped and I looked at the dagger, the bola and the dragon. I instantly felt a wave of shame. "I did this." Without thinking I turned away and started to leave, but then I realized that the dragon would be dead either way. Either it will get killed by another Viking who comes across it, it would get killed by animals, or it would simply die of starvation. "I'm going to regret this." With that I started cutting the ropes one by one.

When I cut the last rope the Night Fury pounced on me, trapping me by putting its forearms on my arms. I knew I was going to die and closed my eyes, but all the dragon did was roar loudly in my ear and fly away, even if he did fly oddly. Then I did something I have never done in my life. I fainted.

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