Hiccup groans, curling up a bit as her head throbbed. She could tell it was daylight, but she kept her eyes shut tight.

"That...was a weird dream," Hiccup thought to herself. "Dreaming about dad telling me that I was some sort of magical warrior and so I he and mom...that mom actally died fighting some mad man and that I was going to an academy to learn how to use my magic and ride a dragon," Hiccup couldn't help but let out a snort before she finally stop trying to fall back asleep.

With a sigh, she sat up, and blinks at the sight of her dad feeding bits of bacon to a creature that looked very much like the winged creature from the zoo, just this one much reddish brown in color wile its horns much larger and black. It looks over at Hiccup and hisses, flapping it wings in fury where Hiccup could see that it possess dark brown spots. "Easy, Ripjaws," her dad mummers, gently patting his head.

"Oh...it wasn't a dream," Hiccup whispers, eyes wide as she stares at the dragon. It wasn't just a winged lizard but a dragon, "Ripjaws?"

Ripjaws hisses again and her dad laughs, "Aye...my Terrible Terror. Vikings have trained them to send messages to other," he smiles gently at Hiccup, "I was just about to give him your acceptance to Berk...that is if you want to go?"

"Something tells me dad, that I don't really have a choice to say no," Hiccup replies and she saw her dad look sad at her, "But I will be crazy to not accept this. I mean...learning magic? Training a dragon? Who wouldn't want to do that?" her dad laughs at this, rubbing her hair and messing it up. He pulls back before she could slap it, rolling up the note and giving it to Ripjaws, who grabs it in one talon before taking off, "I just...I have to get use to this whole princess thing,"

"You don't have to worry much about it. And if I remember, there are two other heirs at Berk," Hiccup stares as her dad stood up, "Oswald the Agreeable's son Dagur and Mogadon the Meathead's Thuggory. They're both at Berk. Dagur starting his fifth year and Thuggory starting his fourth year. If you need any advice, you can go to them."

Hiccup nodded her head at that, but doesn't comment that the two older boys probably wouldn't want an eleven year old girl bothering them. She watches as her dad head over to the garage door, a place in the house she had never been allowed in, "So...what now?"

"Now, we get the supplies you need for Berk, and the only place to do that is in Heimdall Square. And to get there, we need to go to London,"

"But dad," Hiccup frowns, slipping off the couch, "London is hours away and you don't have a car,"

"Who says we be driving," her dad smirks, and opens the door. Eyes widening as he gestures for her to come in, she slowly walked through the door. Hiccup, couldn't help but drop her mouth open at the sight of the dragon that looks up from what was its nest. It was much bigger than the Terrible Terrors with green and orange scales and a very wide torso. It swung it tail in happiness, revealing the club-like hammer on the tip of its tail, which her dad had to pull her back before it hit her. The front half of its body was heavily armor with firm armor plates on the neck and a large lower jaw, its muzzle having a sort battle-axe shape to it. Two very sharp elongated horns grew on each side of the smaller horn. "Hiccup, meet Skullcrusher. Skullcrusher, meet Hiccup,"

Skullcrusher, let out a rumble, before charging at her. For something so large, Skullcrusher was very fast, and gentle as he skids to a stop and nuzzle her side. Her dad laughs at the awe look on her face as she gently stokes his horn, earning a please rumble from the creature, "Seems like he missed you. Brute must be happy now that I can finally stop keeping him out of your sight,"

"And how did you do that?" Hiccup exclaimed, staring at Skullcrusher in disbelief, "He is huge! I'm...flabbergasted that you were able to hide him,"

"Mostly from the Mist," her father admitted and Hiccup tilts her head at him, though she kept petting Skullcrusher when he nuzzles her hand for more, "The Mist was created by Odin and Freyja themselves, when we asked them to help us hide. They took the knowledge of the existence of dragons from the Magi-laus and makes it that if they do see a dragon, or something that is consider a supernatural creature, the Mist will replace them with things that they comprehend. So if they see a Terrible Terror, they see a bird, or if the see Skullcrusher they think he's just some bear or something. Anytime you heard the big lug, you thought it was just a very loud car going by,"

Hiccup frowns, and then looks down at Skullcrusher, "Its because of you that I had trouble sleeping at night?" she scolded lightly and then chuckles when somehow, Skullcrusher look apologetic and sheepish.

Her dad was looking at her softly, and his green eyes were glaze, as if she wasn't really seeing her. He bends down, gently rubbing his palm against Skullcrusher's neck, "I met the big guy in my first year at Berk, as all students do. He was causing so much destruction, many of the instructors at the academy tried to capture him and relocate him. I then realize he wasn't interested in destruction, but in fact was trying to warn us away. A huge tidal wave was coming in and it was thanks to him that we were able to know in time to stop it. After that," Hiccup watches as he removed the bandages that had always been wrapped around his hand. Hiccup stares at the mark that seem to be burn on the palm of his hand, it was shaped like an S, but as Hiccup got a closer look, she relized that it was a dragon, "The Dragonmark, it confirms to all that I had been bounded to a dragon," he smiles at Skullcrusher, standing, "Take this to heart, lass. You don't choose the dragon, the dragon chooses you. No matter what some say, a dragon will only bond to a Viking or Valkyrie if they have complete trust in them,"

Hiccup nods her head, swallowing a bit in concern. She wonder if any dragon would consider her worthy enough. But she didn't have time to think, as her dad scoops her up, placing her on the front of the saddle, before sliding on himself, "Alright, Skullcrusher, nice and slow, to Heimdall Square,"

Skullcrusher nodded his head, and waited a bit as the garage door slowly rise. Once fully open, he took off, charging out before leaping in the air. Hiccup couldn't help but squeal as they slowly lifted into the air, before a burst of laughter escaped from her. It...it felt amazing, feeling the wind going through her hair, watching as Skullcrusher easily rise high above the small village she had lived most of her life, and somehow gently glided across the sky, flapping his wings every few seconds.

After a few moments, she brings her head up, looking at her dad upside down which brings a snort out of him, "So… how does this whole chief thing work?"

"Well, there are three tribes in England. The Hairy Hooligan Tribe has the most control since we settled here first, the other two came here after the Viking age started to die down. We formed an alliance with them, and while they have complete control over their Tribes, we have to have meetings with each other when it deals with things concerning outside of Tribe matters, such as keeping the knowledge of Magic and Dragons away from the Magi-laus," her dad then sighs, "now if only Mogadon the Meathead will stop messing things up,"

"Mogadon the Meathead?"

"Aye, Chief of the Meathead. A bungler if you ask me. From what Gobber tells me he pelts Heyral with Terrible Terrors every morning, asking for advice,"

Before Hiccup could ask who Gobber is, she frowns, "It sounds like you don't like Heyral the Wise,"

Stoick sighs, "It's not that I don't like him, lass… it's just that he and I have different ideas on how to lead in a war. He's a good man, don't get me wrong, but he believes in second chances,"

"But aren't second chances good?"

"Only if the person wants to change, Hiccup," her dad said gruffly, "only if they want to change. Some people… some people do cruel things because they enjoy it. It's up to those who have the strength and courage, to know what's right, to stand up and stop them. Compassion is a good thing to have, but don't destroy yourself in trying to help someone,"

He took a deep breath, and they flew through some clouds in silence. "Hiccup, you still got your letter?"

Blinking, Hiccup rummages through the pants of her pocket, and pulls out the envelope. Holding it up to him, he nodded his head, "Good. There's a list of everything you need. Why don't you go over it?"

Hiccup nodded her head, pulling out a second piece of paper she hadn't noticed before she passed out.

Berk Dragon Academy of Vikings and Valkyries

Set Uniform

At least five sets of Viking or Valkyrie Wear

Three sets of Dragon Armor for protection

One horned helmet or kransen (for females) for day wear.

One pair of protective gloves

One fur cape

Please note that all pupils should carry name tags

Course books

All First Years should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Runes by Ruggedtoe the Intellect

The History of the Barbaric Archipelago by Brynhild the Knowledgeable

Weapons Maintenance by Wolfsnarl the Forbidding

A Beginner' Guide to Dragon Training by Hiccup the Dragon Whisperer

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Wingrage the Reliable

Magical Droughts and Potions by Arne the Direct

Book of Dragons by Bork the Bold

The Outcasts: A Guide to Self-Protection by Magnus the Merciless

Other Equipment

1 Enchanted Weapon

1 Potion Brewing Kit

1 Dragon Novice saddle

1 Telescope

Students may bring a Terrible Terror.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOW TO BRING THE FAMILY DRAGON ALONG. PLEASE DO NOT LET YOUR DRAGONS FOLLOW YOUR CHILDREN TO BERK.

"So...what with the titles?" Hiccup asked.

"Well, its something you gain once you leave Berk. Lots of families name their children after important members of their clan in hoping they do something grand, so once they graduate, they are granted a title that represents them. To others, beside being called Chief, I am Stoick the Vast," he then smiles, a soft glow shining in his eyes, "Your mother was known as Valka the Gentle," he then smiles, "And look at that, here we are, the Coughing Zippleback, a very famous pub."

As Skullcrusher dived down, Hiccup looked around. Between a big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other was a tiny, grubby-looking pub and some sort of hut that seem to be some sort of stables for dragons. People didn't seem to notice as they hurried by, even as Skullcrusher landed right in front. Her dad helps her off, before passing some sort of money to a stable boy who gently led Skullcrusher inside.

Gently patting her back, Hiccup was led inside by her dad and she couldn't help but stare. For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tankards of ale. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A small man, who wore a very familiar violet helmet was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and look like a toothless walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in. Everyone smile, nodding their heads in respect of her dad, some even waving and smiling, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying, "The usual, Chief?"

"Not today, though I would love too, Hrafn," Hiccup couldn't help the squeak that she let out as her dad's grant hand clapped on her shoulder and made her knees buckle,"

"By...by Odin…" the bartender stares with wide brown eyes, peering at Hiccup, "Is this...can it...Hiccup Haddock?!"

The Coughing Zippleback suddenly grew very quite, all of them turning their heads towards her and making Hiccup want nothing more than to hide behind her dad. But Hrafn hurried out from behind his bar, rushing towards her and grabbing her hand, shaking it wildly as tears stream down his face, "Welcome back, Miss. Haddock, welcome back!"

There was a great scrapping of chairs and the next moment, Hiccup found herself surrounded by everyone, shaking their hands.

"Wildheart the Hysterical, Miss. Haddock, I can't believe I'm meeting you at last,"

"So proud, Miss. Haddock, I'm just so proud,"

"Always wanted to shake your hand, I'm all a flutter,"

"Delighted, Miss. Haddock, just can't tell you, Dagr's the name, Dagr the Unthinking!"

"I've seen you before!" Hiccup exclaims, as Dagr the Unthinking's violet horned helmet falls off in his excitement, "You bowed to me once in a shop!"

"She remembers!" cried Dagr the Unthinking, looking around at everyone with tears in his eyes, "Did you hear that! She remembers me!" but they weren't paying attention, trying to push him away to get to Hiccup, some she had already shook hands. She stumbles back, eyes wide and over the crowd she could hear her dad's voice yelling out at them.

But then, something hooked on the back of her shirt and lifted her up, a big booming voice echoing in the pub, "Alright you lot! Listen to your chief and back off!" as Hiccup was plopped down next to her dad, she looks up and spots a man that was almost as large as her dad, though her dad was still much taller. This man though was able to reach the middle of his arm. He seems to be bald underneath his helmet, which was spotting yak horns. But his braided mustache and unibrow were a dirty blonde, but she could see had flecks of grey in them. His face not only had premature lines, but had scars cutting across it, but his blue eyes shine with happiness in them. The scars on his face weren't the only ones, he had some on his left arm, where flesh met the prosthetic hook attached to it. "Well I be! I haven't seen you since you were a baby! You look so much like your mother, but you sure got Stoick's eyes…" he then chuckles, gently poking her arm, "Still small, has Stoick been feeding you,"

Her dad grunts, rolling his eyes, "Of course I feed her!"

"Sometimes he feeds me too much," Hiccup remarks with a smile, "One time I threw up," she laughs as her dad rolls her eyes, but she stares at the man, "I'm sorry...but who are you? I mean its nice to meet you, but I really don't know who you are…"

"Of course you don't," the man mutters, smirking up at her dad, "Really? After all the years, you don't tell her about your best friend, Stoick," he barks out a laugh, looking down at Hiccup, "Gobber the Belch, Master Forger at Hogwarts," he holds out his hooked hand, and Hiccup blinking it a bit, shakes it. "I'm guess your here to get your supplies?"

"Correct," Stoick gives a glare to Wildheart the Hysterical who tried to come over, "What about you, Gobber?"

"Doing an important thing for Heyral," Gobber puffs out his chest in pride, "Got to pick up a package for him from Mjolnir,"

Hiccup notices her dad was frowning, but before she could ask what was wrong, another man slowly walked over. He was pale, with a round face that appears child like. He was wearing a short sleeved tunic and baggy pants. Like Gobber he appeared bald, but Hiccup couldn't really tell, his helmet...looked deform, completely covering the back of his head. Gobber blinks, before he smiles patting the man on his back, "Well, Amos the Lamest! Good to see you, when Heyral told us of your return, many of us celebrated," Gobber turns to Hiccup with a smile, "Hiccup, this is Amos the Lamest, he will be one of your instructors at Berk,"

"P-P-Pleasure to m-meet you, my h-heiress," stammered Amos, his eye twitching as he did a short bow.

"What do you teach," Hiccup frowns, "Uh, Sir?" she frowns, wondering what she was going to call her instructors.

"J-j-just A-Amos," his arms shakes, "A-And I'll be...be your Art of W-W-Warfare I-Instructor…" Hiccup blinks at this, and she tries to push the thought of someone being called the lamest being the one who will be teaching her how to fight somebody. "F-Fascinating s-subject," he laughs, whole body shaking, "N-not that yo-you need it, eh, H-Haddock," he laughs nervously, "You'll be getting your e-equipment I s-s-suppose? I've g-g-ot pick up a new b-book on Changewings, m-myself!" For some reason he looked terrified at the thought, which didn't give Hiccup much confidence on his teaching skills.

But then her dad gently began to lead her away, "Now back to what you all were doing," he roared out, "We have a lot to do," Hiccup waved goodbye, before she walks out of the pub into a small, walled courtyard where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds.

"Dad when you said I was famous…" Hiccup's eyes were wide, her arms trembling, "I didn't think it was going to be that famous,"

"You made the whole Coughing Zippleback silent, and even old Amos was trembling," he then chuckles, "Though that is normal for him, he's always trembling,"

Her dad frowns, "I don't remember him being that nervous," he scratches at his beard, "I knew he has a brilliant mind,"

"I think he met some hags while he was taking a year off to get some firsthand experience. They say he met some Changewings in the Black Forest and you know how dangerous they are,"

Her dad nodded his head at that, "Wouldn't surprise me...wild Changewings are very scary when they sneak up on someone," he raises his axe, and Hiccup had to blink at the sight of it and her dad's clothes. Rubbing her eyes, she sees that her dad was wearing a dark green tunic that fell to his knees with a chain mail skirt wrapped around his waist. On his head, he was wearing a horned helmet that had very large horns attached to it. And finally, he was wearing a large fur cloak, draped over his shoulder.

Hiccup was thinking about how this was the first time she actually noticed what her dad was wearing and wonder if this had something to do with the Mist as he tapped the wall three times with the blade of his axe, which glowed a soft light blue.

The brick he had touched quivered, it wiggled, in the middle as a small hole appeared. It grew wider and wider before long Hiccup was staring at the archway that was large enough for her dad to go through, and led to a place that made her eyes all but popped out of her head.

"Welcome," her dad gently stated, "To Heimdall Square," he grinned at Hiccup's amazement, but Hiccup didn't paid much attention to that. She was much too focus on looking in every direction. The sun shining brightly on a stack of cauldrons out the nearest shop, then she quickly pulled away from that as a few Terrible Terrors flew over head. She was trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping with their dragons standing by their side.

They walked by a plump woman with blonde hair, who had a purple scaled dragon beside her, one that kinda remind her of the parrot that a classmate had brought to school for show and tell (who caused panic as soon as Asmund open its cage, wanting to hold it). Though this one had a crown of yellow horns, and its tail was completely covered in yellow spikes. They stood outside an Apothecary, the woman shaking her head angrily, "Sixteen sickles an ounce for saliva from a Buffalord, they're mad!"

They were shops selling saddles, shops seeing telescops and strange silver instruments Hiccup had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of books, charcoal pencils, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon.

"Ah here we are," Gobber announce, pulling Hiccup's attention, "Mjolnir, the Viking Bank. No safer place, not one. Except perhaps Hogwarts,""

They had reached a snowy white building, though it looked more like a castle to Hiccup's eyes, towering over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors were two small men wearing a chain mail and metallic armor, their faces completely covered by beards, and with war hammers being held in their hands tightly.

"Dwarves," her dad said quietly as they walked up the white stones and step inside, "We made an alliance with them many years ago and now they guard our gold for us. Be very respectful to them, they are proud warriors and deserve it" Hiccup nodded her head at this, before following her dad's example of curtsy at the two Dwarves. She hopes she did it right by the soft smiles that appeared on their faces for a small second before they stare blankly out. Stepping inside revealed a vast marble hall, about a hundred more Dwarves were sitting about on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more Dwarves were showing people in and out of them. As Gobber went to talk to one, Hiccup and her dad made for another free Dwarf.

"Morning, Master Dwarf," her dad greeted respectfully, "May we be guided to my Heiress' vault?"

"Do you have her key, Chief of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe," her dad shows a golden key that he pulled out from a small pouch, and after looking it over, the Dwarf nodded his head, "Alright then, everything seems to be in order. Master Thorin will take you to the Haddock Heiress Vault,"

Thorin was another Dwarf, this one with a sullen face and a long black beard who led them to a passageway. Hiccup who had been expecting more marble, was surprise with the stone and that it slop steeply downward and there were little railway tracks. Thorin whistled, and a small cart came hurting up from out of nowhere. Climbing in, they set off through a maze of twisted passages. Hiccup tried to remember left, right, right, left, middle fork, right, left, but it was soon impossible, and her head began to spin.

Finally, the car stopped in from of a small door in the passage wall. Getting out of it, her dad passed the small golden key and Thorin used it to unlock the door. Hiccup's mouth dropped, staring as the green smoke that billow out cleared, revealing mounds of gold coins, columns of silver and even little bronze ones as well.

"All yours," her dad explained, "This is only your trust vault, once your of age, you'll gain full access to the full fortune," he kneels down, Hiccup following suit as he explains each coin, "The gold ones are gallons," he scoops it into a pouch before grabbing the silver one, "Seventeen silver Sickles to a Gallon, and twenty nine Knuts to a Sickle. Its easy enough," he laughs at Hiccup's confuse face, "But this should be enough for a couple of terms,"

One wild cart ride later and meeting up again with Gobber who was wheezing for breath, face a slight green, Hiccup was now stepping inside Madam Macespin's Viking and Valkyrie Dress Shop alone as her dad help lug Gobber back to the Coughing Zippleback for a quick pick me up. Madam Macespin was kind looking woman, wearing a purple dress under her silver armor, "Berk, dear?" she asked gently when Hiccup started to speak, "Got the lot hear, another young man is being fitted right now and if your comfortable with it…"

Hiccup nodded her head, and she was lead to the back of the shop, where a boy was standing tall on a footstool while a second Valkyrie pinned a yellow tunic to the right length. He had dark brown hair that fell to his chin. He was quite muscular, even much more than how Asmund was, with a slight pale complexion. He turns his gaze to Hiccup, and his blue eyes widen in disbelief. "You're going to Berk too?" he asked in astonishment.

"Um...yes?" Hiccup replied, wiggling a bit as Madam Macespin slips a green tunic over her head, "Why does that sound surprising to you?"

"Well your so small!" he noted, a cruel smirk growing on his face, "And everyone knows a Viking and Valkyrie is suppose to be strong so they can strike fear into the hearts of their enemies. That's what my father told me," he was speaking in a smug tone, and it reminded Hiccup very much of Asmund, "But you're more like a talking fishbone, I don't think you'll survive Berk for long. Me, I am going to thrive there! Because I'm a Jorgenson, and we are the best! We even get the best House of Berk! Devious!" he then chuckles in a sort of mocking tone, "Imagine if they put me in Tenderheart, I think I would just run away from shame if they did!"

Hiccup was defiantly getting bully vibes from this other boy, this Jorgenston sounded like he would do well in Asmund's gang….maybe even overthrow Asmund even. The other boy doesn't pay any mind to Hiccup not talking, for he seem to love to speak, or more like gloat, "I mean really, I do not want to bring shame to my family, let alone my parents. My father's next door buying my books, and mother's up the street looking at the Enchanted Weapons. Once this is all done, I'm going to drag them off to look at racing saddles, I cant wait to get my dragon! I know its going to be a Monstrous Nightmare, only the best vikings have them….and they have a pretty cool habit of setting themselves on fire!" he grins more, and his blue eyes seem to lit up a bit, "I just wish first years can join the Dragon Racing team but noooooo we have to wait til our second year and father says it would be a crime if I'm not picked to play for Devious. Where's your parents anyway?"

"Uh.. my dad is at the Coughing Zippleback to help a friend who got a bit sick on the Mjolinr carts...and my mother is dead,"

"Oh...sorry," he did, honestly sounded sorry, "But she was our kind, wasn't she?"

Hiccup scrunches her face in anger, pulling her lips back and growl. Unknown to her, all the dragons that were in the shop went silent, turning their heads to her, "If you mean if she was a Valkyrie, then yes she was,"

The boy sigh, "I'm sorry if I insulted your Clan, its just that the Unfugals don't really belong here. They're not the same as you and I are, they weren't brought up to know our ways, heck they didn't even know Dragons existed until they got their letters...they won't be able to keep up with me and if they try they will only hurt themselves,"

Before Hiccup could snap at the boy, Madam Macespin spoke up, "You're all done dear," sighing in relief at not having to talk to Jorgenson anymore she hops off the stool and looked to the mirror. She blinks at the sight of herself. She was now wearing a long sleeve light green woolen tunic with brown leather lacing at the neck and arms underneath a dark brown fur vest that went all the way down to her waist. Her pants were a dark greyish-green, the ends of it tucked in the dark brown fur boots she was wearing.

"Well I guess I'll see you at Berk," the boy said, not sounding at all intrested.

"Oh fun," she mutters, scooping up the extra clothing that had been wrapped up for her. Nodding her head in thanks, she stepped out of the shop, where both her dad and Gobber were waiting for her. As her dad takes the packages into his arms, Gobber hands her a large cookies and cream ice. Her dad noticing how she was quiet, frowns.

"Alright, what's wrong?"

Hiccup bites at her lips, "Dad, what's Dragon Racing? And whats Devious and Tenderheart, I thought those were the titles of two of the founders of the academy,"

"You didn't tell her about Dragon Racing?" Gobber exclaims, making her dad sigh, "Blimey Stoick, I know you were trying to protect her but not telling her about Dragon Racing, the best sport in all the Viking World?!"

"Oh yes, Gobber, that's a swell plan. Tell her about Dragon Racing when she doesn't know that Dragons are real because I was keeping that from her," he rolls his eyes before turning to Hiccup, "What brought this on?"

Hiccup explained about the Jorgenson boy, "- and he said that people from Magi-laus families shouldn't even be allowed in!"

"You're not from a Magi-laus family, lass. And there is nothing wrong if you did. Look at your mother, she was the best Valkiyre of our generation, she even got with the freaking chief! Out of every pureblood" he spits out in disgust, "Valkyrie, she was the one that Stoick chose,"

Her dad nods his head, "But it isn't surprising. If he's a Jorgenson your age than that means that was Snoutlout. The Jorgenson and Haddocks, we are either allies to the end or rivals that we would like to smash each other's heads in. That was how his father, Spitelout the Reckless was to me...my sister on the other hand…"

"Well their marriage to each other showed that," Gobber mutters, and Hiccups jolts to a stop, almost dropping her ice cream.

"That...was my cousin?!" she stares at her dad, who grimaces, "I have a cousin!? I have an Aunt?"

Her dad grimaces at her yells and gently picks her up from the back of her vest, "Come on, lets get going and keep shopping!"

They bought Hiccup's school books in a shop called Mimir and Puck where the shelves were stacked to the ceiling with books as large as paving stones bound in leather; books the size of postage stamps in covers of silk; books full of peculiar symbols and books with nothing in them at all. Even Asmund, who never read anything would have been wild to get his hands on some of these. Her dad had to dragged her away from Curses and Countercurses (Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenge: Hair Loss, Jelly-Legs, Tongue-Tying and Much, Much More) by Greeneye the Victorious.

"You're not ready for that, lass," her father sternly said, "You don't even have an Enchanted Weapon yet, let alone know how to use one." Afterwards they got her a cauldron and the potion brewing kit for first years at the Apothecary, where Hiccup tried to not pay attention to the horrible smell of bad eggs and rotted cabbage.

Afterwards, her dad led her to one last shop, Gobber having separated to get Hiccup a birthday gift. No matter how many times Hiccup had told him he didn't have to, the other said he been giving her gifts over the years and he ain't stopping now. Trying to force the flush on her face away after discovering that Gobber was the one who gave her Mr. Cloudy (A stuff dragon plush she has now recently learned was model after her mom's dragon), she step inside the forge. At once she felt the heat that was filling the room, her brow quickly beginning to drip with sweat. It was a tiny place, empty except for a single spindly chair that her dad ignored as he walked up to the counter. Hiccup felt strangely, as her neck began to prickle. Surrounding them were all sort of weapons, from a bow with quivers, to spears, to maces and axes, and many other sort of weapons.

"Good afternoon," jumping, Hiccup turns to see an older woman standing before them with a dragon behind her. They were silver in color, with faint dark grey spots on his wings. His icy blue eyes stare at Hiccup in curiosity and he tries to get closer but the woman laughs, "Easy Baldreng...back you silly beast," shaking her head, she turns to stare at Hiccup, "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon Hiccup Haddock. You look so much like your mother. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her Enchanted Weapon. A double ended staff, one of my rare ones...as I mostly use metal, but it was special, made of Alder, it showed that she was helpful and considerate. While the scale that was used in it...A Hobblegrunt, showed her calm personality in the times of danger, how she seem so...focus during battle," she turns to Hiccup, staring at her with silver eyes, "She used it very well,"

Her head then snaps to her dad, "Stoick the Vast! Now your axe was a wonderful thing for me to make. Iron, showed your determination but also your stubbornness in the face of new things but the scale of the Thunderdrum showed that you were not afraid to show how you truly feel. A little more power than most, and excellent in transfiguration,"

"Aye…" he nods his head at the woman, "It has kept me alive many times. Hiccup, this is Olga the Mad, she forges Enchanted Weapons,"

"Oh I have...for many years. Though I wish I could retire," she stares at her dad, "But alas the apprentice I want was kicked out of Berk in his third year, so I can't offer him. Unless…"

"You know I can't" her dad sighs, with regret in his voice, "Unless I get actually proof of his innocence,"

"Oh by Hel...we both know that he didn't do it," Olga the Mad waves her hand, before turning back to Hiccup, "Well, lets get started. What's your main hand,"

"Uhhh left," Hiccup answered.

"A left-hand Valkyrie," she muses with a laugh, before she picks up an axe, all but placing it in Hiccup's arms. Hiccup, struggled to hold it tightly in her hand, her knees trembling, "Hold with a scale of a Monstrous Nightmare," Hiccup stares at her, and Olga frowns, "Well swing it!"

Feeling foolish, Hiccup swings it, almost dropping it out of her hand as several weapons flew off the wall and onto the floor. She slowly placed the Axe on the table.

"Apparently not," Olga mutters, before picking up a spear and throwing it at Hiccup. Fumbling, she almost stabs her own hand before she grips it carefully, "Silver, with a scale of a Gronckle,"

Taking a deep breath, Hiccup thrusts forward with the spear and screams as a vase shatter. Olga though smiles, quite madly and giving Hiccup the reason on why she was called the Mad. Hiccup soon found out she was trying so many weapons, and she had no idea what Olga was looking for. She tried other axes, maces, the bow and arrow, a bullhook that seem to anger her dad. But they were piling up on the desk, higher and higher until Olga comes back with a sword.

"Interesting combination...but…" she holds it out. Hiccup gently takes it in hand, looking it over. A simple sword, but with a black handle that was shaped with a dragon's head, the mouth wide open. At once, as soon as she gripped it, the blade began to vibrate as she felt sudden warmth in her fingers. Raising her arms, she swung it down, and the blade sparked up in flames a bit before dying out. Her dad whooped, clapping proudly while Olga stares, "Bravo….yes indeed but...very curious,"

"Sorry...but what's curious," her dad asked, eyes narrow as he gently places his hand on Hiccup's shoulder.

"I remember every weapon I ever sold, Chief Stoick. Every single weapon. Its so happen, that Hiccup's weapon...has the same scale as the one who gave her that scar. The scale of a Bewilderbeast. Which means sir, that she has a great destiny waiting for her. Good or bad, it's up to the Norms to weave it. But it is clear to us, that we can expect great things from her. Bronze, shows that she has strength, not strength for themselves but for others...and the scale of a Bewilderbeast, a natural born leader," Hiccup stares Olga the Mad, who eyes were all but burning a hole in her scar, "Gold...it showed that he wanted power...that he had the strength and wisdom for it...that nothing would stand in his way...and pair up with the scale of a Bewilderbeast, well it's no wonder so many followed him...he did great things, terrible, yes, but great,"

Hiccup shivers at this, but her father would no longer hear a word. After paying for her sword, Olga the Mad bowed them out of her shop. There they meet up with Gobber, and her thoughts of her sword being connected to her mother's murder was push out her mind as she was reunited with none other than the dragon that she met at the zoo. As she was happily nuzzled by the green Terrible Terror, she never noticed the concern looks her dad and Gobber gave her.

Nor did she hear that Gobber promise to look after her while she was at Berk. The child too busy giggling and squealing as she was licked to death, enjoying her early birthday.

So this was a very long chapter, it was 6k double the other chapters. But since I'm getting to the meat of things, the chapters will be longer now...hopefully.

So yeah, Hiccup does know about the package but she hasn't seen it. Nothing much change of that, she doesn't need to know the size, just that Gobber was getting it for heyral the same day it was stolen. And hello Amos the Lamest, yes he is an actual character from the show, Race to the Edge.

In the stories that this one was inspired off of, the wands were replace by the eyes of dragons, hear I decide to use their weapons, and just have it that they were forge with a dragon scale in them, which gives them their magic property. And instead of a Nightfury scale/eye, both Drago and Hiccup got the scales of a Bewilderbeast, which is much more rare and very hard to come by.

Now...before anyone gets to me...yes Snoutlout is taking Draco's place...but hold up! He will get a redemption that will start in Book 6 when the war truly begins and will flourish in Book Seven. He just fits perfectly for Draco and hey! They both have daddy issues and their cousins to the main character. (While I know they never confirm them being cosuins in the movies, Hiccup and Snotface Snoutlout, Snoutlout's book counterpart were cousins with Hiccup. Its just in there that their fathers were brothers. Here I made it that Stoick's sister is Spitelout's wife.) this verison of Snoutlout will be base more on his book counterpart for awhile, so a great big bully. I do not hate him, it just fits and he will be Snoutlout we all know and love by book seven, I promise.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! Please leave a review I absolutely them.