The battle against Warp reached its chaotic zenith, the very air crackling with the energy of relentless conflict. The Teen Titans, though battered and bruised, fought valiantly. Starfire, their shining warrior, was at the forefront, her eyes burning with unwavering resolve. With each movement, her body radiated the warmth of her homeworld, a fierce, otherworldly energy that painted the night sky. Her starbolts—bright, powerful, and precise—whizzed through the air, illuminating the darkened battlefield like shooting stars.
"Starfire, no!" Robin shouted, his heart sinking as he saw his friend and teammate charge at Warp without hesitation, her arms raised to launch another barrage of starbolts.
"You will not succeed in your dastardly plan, villain!" Starfire cried, her voice strong and defiant as another bolt streaked toward Warp, narrowly missing him.
Warp's lips twisted into a smirk, one filled with arrogance. He was no ordinary foe. His time-manipulating powers made him nearly unbeatable. With a flick of his wrist, he activated a device strapped to his arm, sending a shockwave through the air. "Let's see if you can fight across centuries, Princess!" His voice echoed with mockery, and as he spoke, a temporal vortex began to materialize before them, growing in size with terrifying speed. It was a swirling maelstrom of light and energy, shifting between colors, the very fabric of time itself bending to Warp's will.
Before Starfire could even react, the vortex expanded, swallowing her whole. The world around her seemed to distort, twisting and warping as she was pulled in, her body feeling the strain of traveling through a thousand moments in the blink of an eye.
"Starfire!" Robin's voice echoed in the distance, panic threading his usually steady tone as he sprinted forward, but the heroine was already gone, lost to the violent maelstrom.
"NO!" Cyborg roared, his metallic frame surging forward with a blast of his energy cannon. "I won't let you get away with this, Warp!" His weapon charged, but Warp, his eyes glowing with malice, simply raised his wrist again. A ripple of temporal energy crackled through the air, and Cyborg's blast was deflected, slamming into the ground with a resounding explosion.
"Too slow, Cyborg," Warp taunted, his voice an eerie echo that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
Raven, her eyes narrowed with a mix of fury and concern, summoned her dark energy, her hands glowing with violet light. "We will bring her back, Warp," she said, her voice cold and unwavering. "And you will pay for this."
Warp's laugh filled the air, a harsh, guttural sound that vibrated through their bones. "Bring her back? You have no idea what you're up against, little sorceress. Time is not so easily reversed."
A flash of light blinded them as Warp vanished in a burst of temporal energy, leaving only a faint echo of his laughter behind.
"Where did he go?" Beast Boy asked, his voice laced with panic as he morphed into a large, green wolf, sniffing the air.
"He's manipulating time," Raven said, her eyes dark with concentration. "He's gone, but not for long. We must track him down before he has the chance to wreak havoc."
Robin clenched his fists, his face hard with determination. "We can't let him get away with this. Starfire needs us." His voice was low, steady, but there was no hiding the worry beneath it.
The wind howled across the rocky cliffs of Berk, stirring up the scent of the sea and the smoke from the village's blacksmiths. Stoick the Vast, chief of Berk, stood at the center of a group of villagers, his brow furrowed in frustration. His massive frame loomed over the others, his booming voice cutting through the murmur of his people.
"We can't keep losing the sheep and the yaks like this!" Stoick bellowed, turning to the gathering of concerned villagers. "The dragons are taking them faster than we can breed them. Something must be done!"
As the others nodded grimly in agreement, a sudden sound broke through the air—a violent crash from the sky, followed by a cloud of dirt and rock tumbling across the village square. The villagers gasped and scrambled back, eyes wide as something—or someone—lay in the center of the dust cloud.
Stoick's hand immediately went to the axe strapped to his back, his muscles tensing for a fight. But the moment the dust began to settle, he froze, staring at what had fallen before them.
There, at the center of the clearing in front of the long hall, lay a large crater, a charred mark on the earth. As the dust began to settle, a figure slowly rose to her feet. With long, fiery hair and a strange glow to her skin, she groaned softly as she slowly opened her eyes, awakening with a gasp, the scent of salt and smoke heavy in the air. She blinked, finding herself surrounded by a group of humans rugged, fur-clad figures armed with crude but effective weapons.
As Starfire stood in the village square, the people of Berk were absolutely transfixed by her presence. Her appearance was unlike anything they had ever seen before—an alien beauty wrapped in clothing that seemed to come from a world far beyond their own.
Her hair, a cascade of bright, fiery red that seemed to glow with an otherworldly radiance, caught the light of the overcast sky, almost shimmering with an ethereal, vibrant glow. It fell in loose waves around her shoulders, the fiery locks swaying as she moved, adding to the sense that she was not quite of this world. The villagers, who were accustomed to seeing rough, practical hairstyles that suited their daily battles with dragons, were utterly mesmerized by the unnatural vibrancy of her hair. It wasn't just the color—it was the way it seemed to defy the world around her, as though she were an embodiment of the sun itself.
Her eyes were another point of fascination. They were a brilliant shade of green—so bright, so pure, they almost seemed to glow with an inner light. The villagers couldn't look away, captivated by the depth and mystery they conveyed. In a place where the harsh winds and endless dragon raids often left people hardened, Starfire's gaze was soft yet full of wonder.
Her skin, glowing with a soft golden hue, was a stark contrast to the pale, weathered complexions of the villagers. It shimmered under the sun, as if kissed by starlight, making her appear even more otherworldly. The people of Berk exchanged looks, wondering if this was some sort of divine being—someone not of the earth they knew.
But it wasn't just her face and hair that had the villagers entranced—it was her clothing. Starfire's outfit was nothing like the rough, practical furs and leather they wore for protection against dragons. Her sleeveless violet crop top hugged her frame, the fabric shimmering subtly, and it's deep color seemed to shift slightly in the light, drawing attention to her graceful, almost regal figure. The miniskirt that accompanied it was a perfect match, a rich violet that caught the eye and set her apart from anything the people of Berk had ever worn. The silver belt that cinched her waist gleamed in the light, drawing the eye to the way it accentuated her shape.
Her boots—high, sleek, and violet—seemed almost magical. The silver soles and the silver bands at the top made them look more like something worn by a warrior or a celestial being, adding an aura of strength to her otherwise delicate appearance. The people of Berk were used to the sturdy, practical footwear designed to withstand the rigors of their harsh life, but these boots were nothing like that. They were both elegant and powerful, leaving everyone who saw them in awe.
Starfire's armor added yet another layer of mystery. The silver gorget, adorned with a round green gem at its center, shimmered softly at her neck, its subtle beauty standing in stark contrast to the rough armor worn by the warriors of Berk. The villagers were fascinated by the gem—it seemed to pulse with an inner light, as though it were alive. The silver bracers on her arms, each set with a matching green gem over the backs of her hands, sparkled like a secret held within them, leaving the onlookers wondering what kind of power such accessories might carry. The silver armband on her upper right arm was similarly adorned with a green gem, drawing the eye upward and giving her a look of both grace and strength, like a warrior queen from a forgotten world.
The villagers of Berk couldn't help but stare, their mouths slightly agape. They had never seen clothing so striking, so vibrant. The combination of rich colors, shining metal, and the ethereal glow of her appearance made her look like she had stepped out of a dream—or from another world entirely. The women of Berk marveled at the elegance of her outfit, while the men were captivated by the mysterious strength it seemed to represent. Children tugged on their parents' sleeves, pointing in wide-eyed wonder at the girl before them, fascinated by how she seemed to glow in the daylight.
In the village where practicality was key and clothing was designed to withstand the harsh realities of life on Berk, Starfire's attire was a strange, stunning contrast.
As Starfire smiled, completely unaware of the intense scrutiny she was under, the people of Berk stood in awe, unable to look away from the strange, beautiful being who had arrived in their midst.
Despite her beauty, the villagers stood still, hesitant to approach, but Stoick, being the fearless chief, marched toward her with his usual determined stride.
Gobber, the blacksmith and dragon trainer, scratched his chin as he addressed the group of young trainees he'd been instructing. "Well, I'll be… that's not something you see every day." he muttered.
She stood, brushing off dirt and debris. Her fiery red hair and shimmering armor caught the sunlight, making her look otherworldly. Her glowing green eyes swept over her surroundings. She was in a quaint village nestled against rocky cliffs, its wooden structures illuminated by the flickering glow of torchlight. Her eyes flicked up, meeting Stoick's intense gaze. His imposing figure silenced the whispers, and his voice carried authority. "Stand back," he commanded, raising a hand to the crowd. Stoick stepped forward, his gaze hardening as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "What is this? Who are you, and what is your business here?" he demanded, his voice like thunder, his towering figure casting a shadow over her.
Starfire tilted her head, her green eyes wide and uncomprehending. Starfire's brow furrowed as she tried to speak, but her voice was lost. She had no words to offer—they were trapped in a language she did not understand. She pointed to herself, then gestured to the villagers, her expression full of helplessness. "The... me..." she began, trying to get her thoughts together, but no coherent words formed.
Stoick growled, crossing his arms over his massive chest. "What is your business here?" he demanded, his voice a low rumble that echoed off the cliffs.
The girl shook her head and made a gesture of helplessness, her bright green eyes wide with concern. She didn't understand him. Her expression shifted from confusion to frustration.
She looked around, desperately trying to understand where she was. Her eyes landed on a scrawny brown-haired boy, standing beside the large man. The boy spoke to the big man, and Starfire watched closely, her eyes narrowing as she noticed how the boy seemed to speak with a certain ease, his words flowing in a way she could almost comprehend.
The boy was leaning against a larger man, talking to him, but then he turned to her. He seemed puzzled but curious, and she had an idea—one that had worked before. Then, as though guided by an instinct she couldn't fully explain, Starfire stepped forward, closing the distance between herself and the boy. She looked him over, her gaze intense, before—without warning—she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. It was swift, almost like a fleeting thought, but as she pulled back, her eyes widened in surprise. She felt the surge of knowledge flood into her mind. The language of this world... their language.
The villagers gasped in shock, Stoick's eyes nearly popping out of his skull. "By Thor's beard! What is she doing?!"
The scrawny boy, Hiccup, stood frozen for a brief moment, his face turning a deep shade of red. He stared at her in shock, his mouth opening and closing as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.
Starfire smiled brightly, her eyes lighting up. "Oh, yes, the communication is now easier!" She then looked around at the crowd, taking a deep breath as she addressed them all.
"Greetings!" she exclaimed with enthusiasm. "I am Starfire of Tamaran! I come from another Earth, but it is not the same Earth as yours, I believe. I have come here because of the most unfortunate altercation with an enemy, Warp. I was transported through the stars and now I find myself... here, with you."
The villagers continued to stare, still unsure of her intentions. Stoick's hand tightened on his axe. The villagers continued to stare at her, still unsure whether to approach or flee. Stoick's eyes narrowed. "Another Earth, you say?"
"And the kiss...?" He finally managed to squeak out, his face still red.
"Ah!" Starfire exclaimed, her eyes wide. "I understood that the Earthlings of this world communicate in a most curious way. I wished to make the words come easily to me, as it did with Robin, when we first met. I only wanted to speak, to explain, to be understood!" Her voice was full of sincerity, but the villagers looked at each other, bewildered by her alien logic.
The villagers looked at each other, exchanging uncertain glances. Stoick's gaze shifted between Hiccup and Starfire, and his voice grew stern once more.
"Don't go around kissing my son," Stoick growled, though there was a hint of concern in his eyes. Hiccup's face reddened further, but before he could protest, Starfire raised her hands in an attempt to calm the tension. Stoick's expression hardened, "What is it you want from us, Starfire? We don't take kindly to outsiders, especially those who can disrupt our village."
Starfire's face became serious, and she held up her hands in a calming gesture. "I am not here for conflict. I am only here because of the battle that threw me into this time and place. I can assist you, I have abilities—powers—that may be useful to your village."
"I do not wish for conflict!" she said, her tone earnest. "I am here to help. I have many abilities, as you will see. I can… fly, and I can emit blasts of energy. I believe these powers could be useful, no?"
She raised one hand and, with a flick of her fingers, a burst of green light shot into the sky, creating a bright flash that illuminated the surrounding area. The villagers jumped back in alarm, fear evident in their eyes. Stoick gripped his axe tighter, ready for a fight, but Starfire immediately stepped back, raising her hands in a peaceful gesture.
"Please! I mean no harm! I will not fight unless I must. I only wish to help." she said, her voice calm yet insistent. Starfire lowered her hand and smiled reassuringly.
Stoick looks at Gothi who stares at the girl. She turns to Stoick and nods her head giving him a small smile.
Stoick was wary but watched her closely. After a tense moment, he lowered his axe slightly, though he didn't quite relax. Stoick studied Starfire for a moment longer. Stoick raised a hand to silence the murmurs that were growing again among the crowd. "Enough. She will stay, but under my watch." Turning to Starfire, he added, "You are welcome here, but know this: harm anyone in my village, and there will be consequences."
Starfire beamed. "Thank you, Chief Stoick! You are most gracious with the… hospitality." She clasped her hands together in gratitude.
Stoick then turns to his son. "Hiccup," Stoick started, crossing his arms over his broad chest. His voice was quieter now, almost measured. "I need you to show her around the village."
Hiccup raised an eyebrow, unsure of what his father meant by that. "What? Why me? Can't someone else—"
Stoick gave him a pointed look, cutting him off. "I'm not asking for your opinion, son. Just show her around, and keep her occupied. If she's a help, then fine. But the last thing we need is you getting caught up in something and causing more trouble." He gave a subtle gesture toward the surrounding villagers, who still seemed tense, watching Starfire with a mix of fear and curiosity.
Hiccup opened his mouth to argue, but Stoick wasn't finished. "We've had enough of your 'creative' solutions during dragon raids." Stoick's voice dropped slightly as he said this, referring to the various chaotic moments that had been caused by Hiccup's well-meaning—but disastrous—interventions during past raids.
Hiccup felt a lump form in his throat. He knew exactly what his father was implying. It stung, but he couldn't deny the truth of it. Still, he wasn't about to let it show. "Right. Got it." Hiccup muttered, looking at Starfire, who was now smiling brightly at him, oblivious to the weight of the conversation.
Stoick grunted in approval, though his expression remained stern. "Good. Just keep her occupied. I don't want any more unexpected explosions or, Thor forbid, another dragon catastrophe."
As the crowd began to disperse, Gobber muttered, "Well, this'll be one for the stories. An alien on Berk. What's next, dragons that don't try to eat us?"
Stoick gave his son one last pointed look before turning to walk off with Gobber following him.
Hiccup watched his father's retreating back, then glanced at Starfire, who was still smiling at him like nothing was amiss. He sighed inwardly.
"Alright, Starfire," he said, forcing a smile. "I guess it's just you and me, then. Let's go see the village. Try not to cause too much of a scene, okay?"
Starfire beamed, clearly excited by the prospect of an adventure. "Oh, I will be most careful! I am quite good at showing restraint!" She clapped her hands together, her green eyes sparkling.
Hiccup then leads Starfire through the village, her eyes widening at the buildings. It was completely different to what she has known in Jump City and on Tamaran. The buildings were made of wood, stone and thatch, completely different from the concrete materials that are normally seen in Jump City. It lacks colour. The village is small, with cozy, stone cottages clustered along narrow, winding paths.
"This is Berk." Hiccup said, gesturing to the village with a small, awkward smile, "It's twelve days north of Hopeless, and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's actually, just... it's pretty much a frozen wasteland. You know, at night, it can get down to sixty below. That's a lot of cold. We have fishing, and we have a lot of dragons"
Starfire's eyes widened, her bright green gaze taking in the sights. She was a little taken aback, but there was an eager curiosity in her tone. "It is… not as colorful as I would have imagined. But it has a certain charm!" She spun around in a full circle, her fiery hair flying out behind her like a comet. "I have not yet seen a place like this!"
"Yeah, it's not much," Hiccup said with a shrug. "But it works. We've been here for generations, fighting off dragons and doing our thing. Come on, I'll show you around."
They walked past the market square, where villagers haggled over fish and furs, and then to the forge where Gobber was hammering away at a large piece of metal. Sparks flew in every direction, but Gobber didn't seem to mind.
"Hey, Gobber!" Hiccup called out, waving.
The burly blacksmith looked up, his massive frame silhouetted against the forge's heat. "What do you want, lad?" he grunted, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
"You remember Starfire right?" Hiccup introduced. "I was just showing her around."
Gobber gave her a skeptical look, scratching his beard. "Yeah, I remember you lassy. Names Gobber." He grunted again, turning back to his work. "Well, tell her to watch out for the fire. It's hotter than a dragon's breath in here."
"Thank you for the advice, Gobber!" Starfire said cheerfully. "I do not fear fire!" She grinned, showing her teeth. "I, too, have a powerful flame inside me!"
Hiccup couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. "You'll fit right in here."
They moved on, walking along the cliffs overlooking the sea. "This is where we train," Hiccup said, gesturing to the rocky edges where Vikings often practiced their skills.
"How intriguing!" Starfire exclaimed. "What is the most fun thing to do here, then?" She spun around, excitement in her eyes. "Is it... fighting? Or the crafting? Or perhaps something more fun?"
Hiccup scratched the back of his neck, thinking for a moment. "Well, to be honest, we don't really have a lot of fun time. Most of the time, we're just working—fighting off dragons, keeping the village safe, you know, the usual. The fun's pretty much in the details. We have our feasts, though." He glanced over at Starfire, trying to gauge her reaction. "You'll probably like those. The food here is pretty hearty."
Starfire grinned widely. "I do love food!" she said with an eager nod, her eyes twinkling. "You are wise to mention it. Food is an important part of my training!"
As they walked toward the village's central hall, Hiccup's expression grew a bit more somber. The fun and lightheartedness seemed to drain from him as Starfire asked, "What is your role in this community, Hiccup?"
He hesitated. The question stung more than he wanted to admit, and he kicked a stone along the path as they walked. "Well, I work with Gobber in the forge," he said quietly, glancing up at her. "That's my role. I help him out with the tools and the weapons, though, if I'm honest, I don't really do much right. I'm more of a liability than a help."
Starfire frowned, tilting her head. "But you do help, do you not? Why would you say such a thing? You are a strong and capable individual."
Hiccup let out a small, hollow laugh. "You don't get it," he muttered. "I'm just not built for this life. Everyone here has their place. My dad is the chief, Gobber's the blacksmith, and then there's Snotlout, Fishlegs, and the others—they're all training to fight dragons, to protect Berk. They have a role. But me? I'm just… the kid who messes things up. My dad doesn't even see me like they do."
Starfire blinked, confused. "But your father is the chief, yes? Surely he would want to support you in your role. Fathers do such things!"
Hiccup's eyes fell to the ground, and he sighed. "You'd think so, but… I don't know. I don't think he sees me as his son, not the way he sees the other Vikings. Most of the people on Berk have really cool names, like Stoick the Vast, or Gobber the Belch. The only name I ever got was Hiccup... Hiccup the Useless. I can't fight like them, I can't protect the village like them… I don't know what I'm supposed to do here. The villagers, my dad—they look at me and they just... see me as a joke."
"That is not true, Hiccup," Starfire said, her voice firm. "You are not a joke. You are just… different. There is strength in difference. You do not have to fight dragons the same way they do to be important. I am certain that you have qualities that they do not see yet, but I see them, Hiccup. I know you will find your path. You must believe that too!"
Hiccup looked up at her, a small spark of hope flickering in his chest. "You really think so?"
Starfire nodded eagerly. "Of course I do! You are not defined by what others think of you! You must be defined by what you believe you can be!" She put a hand on his shoulder, smiling brightly. "You are like the stars, Hiccup. Shining in your own way, and they will see that shine, even if they do not yet understand it."
He stared at her for a long moment, feeling a warmth spread through him. Her words were a little too big for him to fully understand, but they felt right. Maybe she was onto something. Maybe he wasn't just a screw-up. Maybe there was a way for him to prove himself. Not the way everyone expected, but in his own way.
"Thanks, Starfire," he said quietly, his voice full of gratitude. "That means more than you know."
"Anytime, Hiccup!" Starfire beamed, giving him a thumbs-up. "Remember, you are strong. You are capable. And you will find your place. The stars do not always shine brightest in the beginning, but they always shine in the end!"
As the sun dipped behind the horizon, painting the sky in shades of purple and orange, Hiccup and Starfire walked slowly back to the village.
"You know," Hiccup said casually, glancing sideways at Starfire, "I'm glad you stuck around today. It was… nice having someone else to talk to, you know? Most people here don't exactly take the time to chat."
Starfire smiled brightly, her eyes reflecting the stars above. "It has been most enjoyable, Hiccup. I have learned much about your village and the people here. And I must say, I believe that you are far stronger than you give yourself credit for."
Hiccup blinked, taken aback by her compliment. "Thanks, Starfire," he said, scratching his head with a shy smile. "It means a lot, really."
They reached the hut, and as they approached the entrance, Hiccup noticed his father, Stoick the Vast, standing at the door, arms crossed, surveying the village. His broad shoulders and towering presence were unmistakable, and though he was silent, there was an air of authority around him.
"Ah, there you are," Stoick said gruffly as they drew near. His gaze shifted briefly from Hiccup to Starfire, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed her. "Good to see you two still in one piece. Not that I expected anything less."
Starfire gave him a wide grin, her natural exuberance unshaken. "I have learned much about your island today, Chief Stoick! You have very strong and brave people here!"
Stoick gave her a quiet nod, his expression unreadable. "Aye, we do," he said, before his gaze flicked back to Hiccup. "You're looking after her, right?"
Hiccup swallowed, a bit of tension creeping into his voice. "Yeah, yeah, I've been showing her around. No problems."
Stoick gave a small grunt, a flicker of something in his eyes—something that made Hiccup feel a bit uneasy. It wasn't exactly a look of approval, but more like a father watching over his son. A father's gaze that was both stern and protective, as if weighing every move, every word.
"Well, with the nightfall here, and with things being... uncertain," Stoick began, his tone softer than usual, "it might be best if Starfire stays here tonight."
Hiccup blinked in surprise, looking at his father, trying to gauge his reasoning. "Stay here? You mean at our house?"
"Aye," Stoick said, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes as he regarded Starfire. "I think it's best that we keep an eye on her, at least for tonight. Don't want anything happening to her in the middle of the night, now do we?" He turned back to Hiccup and gave him a slight, almost imperceptible nod.
Starfire tilted her head, puzzled by the offer. "I am grateful for your hospitality, Chief Stoick," she said, her voice sincere. "But I do not wish to intrude upon your home. I am sure there is room elsewhere for me to rest."
Stoick gave her a half-grin, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "It's no trouble," he replied, his voice slightly warmer than before. "In fact, it would make me feel better knowing you're under our roof for the night. And if you're truly set on not intruding, you can always take the space by the hearth. It's more comfortable than you'd think."
Hiccup shifted uncomfortably at his father's insistence, but didn't say anything. Stoick wasn't the type to let someone wander the island alone at night, and there was no real point in arguing with him.
"Alright," Hiccup said with a reluctant nod. "I'll show you the way in."
Starfire smiled brightly, her relief evident. "Then I graciously accept, Chief Stoick. Thank you for your kindness."
Stoick gave a short nod, his demeanor already returning to its usual stoic calm. "Good. Now, Hiccup, make sure you get some rest too. We've got a long day ahead tomorrow. More dragon slaying to prepare for." His tone was filled with an undertone of seriousness that couldn't be ignored.
Hiccup stiffened at the mention of dragons, but quickly pushed the thought away. There was no point in dwelling on it. Not right now. "Yeah, I know, Dad," he said, trying to keep his voice light. "I'll get some sleep."
As they entered the hut, the warmth of the fire enveloped them. The fire crackled softly, casting dancing shadows against the wooden walls. Hiccup led Starfire to his room, and offered his bed to hers.
"There you go," Hiccup said, gesturing to the makeshift bed. "It's not the most comfortable place, but it'll keep you warm."
Starfire smiled, touched by the gesture. "Thank you, Hiccup. This is very kind."
Hiccup hesitated for a moment, glancing back toward Stoick, who was now standing by the door, watching the two of them with a quiet intensity. Hiccup couldn't help but wonder what was going through his father's mind, but before he could say anything, Stoick spoke again.
"You two get some rest," Stoick rumbled, his voice soft but firm. "We'll talk more tomorrow."
As Hiccup turned to leave, he couldn't shake the feeling that his father was watching them with more than just a protective gaze. Stoick was a man who always had his reasons, and Hiccup couldn't help but feel that something deeper was at play. His father's offer to have Starfire stay the night hadn't been about kindness alone—it was a way to keep her under his watchful eye, something that Hiccup was sure wasn't lost on him.
Starfire settled down by the hearth, pulling the furs closer around her shoulders, and Hiccup hesitated for a moment, standing in the doorway. He glanced back at her, offering a small, tired smile.
"Goodnight, Starfire," he said quietly, his voice warm but tinged with exhaustion.
Starfire looked up at him, her expression soft and sincere. "Goodnight, Hiccup. You have been most generous today."
He nodded, then turned and walked out of the hut, the door closing behind him with a soft thud. As he stepped out into the cool night air, Hiccup couldn't shake the feeling that the day had marked the beginning of something bigger.
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The quiet of the night was broken by the sharp, piercing scream of a villager. Starfire stirred, shifting uncomfortably in the small wooden bed. It creaked beneath her as she blinked her bright green eyes open, her alien senses instantly alert. Hiccup's bed, though generously offered to her, was far from the comfort she was used to—stiff and small for her tall frame.
She sat up abruptly, her fiery hair cascading over her shoulders as she turned her head toward the window. A flicker of movement caught her eye, and she rose to her feet, peering outside into the dark night. At first, it was difficult to make out the shapes against the dark sky, but then, she saw it.
Something enormous and winged swooped low over the village, its shadow gliding over the thatched rooftops. A sudden shout from the square below confirms her suspicion.
"Dragons!" a man bellowed, his voice laced with panic. "Dragon raid!"
Starfire's eyes widened in shock as the village exploded into chaos. Fires erupted as the creatures spat streams of flame, lighting up the dark sky. Villagers scattered in every direction, grabbing weapons, shields, and buckets of water to defend their homes.
"This is most troubling," Starfire muttered to herself before throwing open the door. The cool night air hit her face as she stepped into the pandemonium. Villagers rushed past her, some too afraid to notice her glowing presence, while others shot her quick, wary glances.
From her vantage point, she could see the battle unfolding. Dragons of various sizes and shapes circled above, their glowing eyes piercing through the smoke. The air was filled with shouts, the clash of weapons, and the crackle of flames. The villagers fought valiantly, swinging swords and firing arrows, but it was clear they were struggling to keep the creatures at bay.
A dragon swooped low over the square, snatching a sheep in its talons. The terrified bleat of the animal mixed with the cries of the villagers. She lifted off the ground, her body glowing faintly as she flew toward the nearest dragon.
She rushed into the fray, her voice cutting through the din. "Please, cease your destruction, great beasts! There is no need for such violence!"
Of course, the dragons did not listen. One of the larger dragons, a monstrous creature with fiery breath, turned its attention to her. Its glowing yellow eyes locked onto her form, and with a deafening roar, it unleashed a torrent of flames. With a flick of her wrist, she hurled a starbolt directly at the creature's snout. The impact sent it reeling back, roaring in frustration.
A few villagers paused in their tracks, staring up at her in awe. Their fear of the unfamiliar woman softened slightly as they realized she was fighting for them.
"Is she helping us?" one of them muttered.
"Doesn't matter what she is," another villager said, his voice trembling. "She's fighting the dragons!"
Stoick, standing in the center of the chaos, caught sight of Starfire as she hurled a glowing green bolt at a dragon, sending it spiraling away from a group of terrified villagers. For a moment, the chief stood frozen, his eyes wide with disbelief. The sheer power radiating from the strange woman was unlike anything he'd seen before.
"Don't just stand there!" Stoick bellowed, snapping out of his daze. "Fight! Defend the village!"
The villagers, spurred on by Stoick's command and emboldened by Starfire's display of strength, returned to the fray with renewed determination.
Meanwhile, Starfire spotted a group of dragons diving toward a pen of sheep. The terrified animals bleated in panic, their attempts to escape thwarted by the high wooden fence surrounding them.
"No, you shall not harm these helpless creatures!" she cried, flying toward the pen. A dragon, its massive talons outstretched, reached for a sheep. Starfire swooped in, slamming into the creature mid-air. The force of her blow sent it sprawling into a nearby pile of barrels.
The dragon roared in frustration, snapping its jaws at her. Starfire hovered above it, her hands glowing with starbolts. "Cease this destruction at once!" she demanded. The dragon snarled and took off, leaving the sheep unharmed.
From the ground, Hiccup watched her in awe, a mixture of fear and admiration swirling in his chest. "She's... amazing," he muttered under his breath. He barely had time to think before another dragon swooped low, forcing him to dive for cover.
Stoick approached, his axe in hand, his eyes narrowing as he watched Starfire protect the sheep. "Whoever—or whatever—she is, she's turning the tide," he muttered to himself. He turned to his men. "Keep the dragons away from the livestock! Focus your fire where it counts!"
Starfire landed near Hiccup, her eyes blazing with determination. "The creatures attack with such ferocity. Tell me, Hiccup—why do they raid your village? Is it food they seek?"
Hiccup, breathless and ducking another fiery blast, replied, "Yeah, mostly food. But this is just what they do! It's been like this forever."
Starfire frowned, her glowing hands still poised for battle. "This is most unacceptable. Surely there must be a way to stop this cycle of violence."
"Yeah, tell that to them!" Hiccup retorted, pointing toward a dragon that was swooping low to snatch another sheep.
Starfire took off again, flying toward the dragon and blasting it with a starbolt. The villagers below cheered as the creature veered off, dropping the sheep unharmed.
Despite their fear of the glowing woman, her actions were giving them hope. "She's on our side!" one villager shouted.
Another nodded, gripping his sword tighter. "We've got a chance with her fighting with us!"
The chaos raged on, but for the first time, the villagers felt like they weren't entirely outmatched. Starfire, glowing like a beacon in the smoke-filled sky, stood as a symbol of hope amidst the chaos, and as the battle continued, she vowed silently to do everything in her power to protect the people of Berk.
Starfire stood amidst the chaos, her emerald eyes scanning the frenzy of villagers scrambling to defend their burning homes. Hiccup darted past her, weaving through the crowd with surprising agility. Her gaze followed him for a moment as he almost collided with a man, who subsequently smacked his head on a beam of wood while distracted by the boy's antics.
A sharp roar drew Starfire's attention back to the battle. Dragons of various sizes swooped down from the smoky sky, spewing fire and terror across the village. The acrid smell of smoke and charred wood filled her senses as flames danced hungrily along the rooftops. With a determined expression, she leapt into action, her fists glowing with starbolts.
"These beasts are the most troublesome!" she exclaimed, hurling a bolt at a dragon that had been harassing a group of villagers.
Despite her efforts, the fires continued to spread. More dragons joined the fray, and the villagers were struggling to fend them off. Starfire noticed a large catapult nearby and flew toward it. In one swift motion, she snapped off the bucket.
"This device shall be most helpful!" she declared, lifting it effortlessly above her head. Flying to the ocean, she plunged the makeshift water scoop into the waves, filling it to the brim. She then sped back toward the village, dumping the water onto a cluster of burning houses. Steam hissed as the flames subsided, and the villagers let out relieved cheers.
"Night Fury!" a panicked voice yelled from the crowd.
Starfire turned just in time to see a sleek, black dragon streak through the air, its form cutting through the smoke like a shadow. It unleashed a bright, fiery blast at a wooden stage, sending pieces of it flying. Stoick, who had been standing atop it, lost his footing and tumbled dangerously toward the ground.
"Mr. Stoick the Vast!" Starfire cried. She dropped the catapult bucket and dashed toward him, her flight trail glowing faintly behind her. Catching the burly chief mere moments before he hit the ground, she cradled him gently in her arms.
"Are you the okay, Mr. Stoick the Vast?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.
Stoick, momentarily stunned, stared up at her. This alien warrior, who had once been a cause of trepidation among his people, had just saved his life. Slowly, he nodded, his voice gruff but sincere. "Aye... thank ye, mær."
Starfire beamed, her warmth cutting through the tense atmosphere. "It was of no trouble! Now, I must assist with the extinguishment of the fires!"
Without waiting for a reply, she soared back into the air, retrieving more water from the ocean and dousing the flames one by one.
Amidst the chaos of the dragon assault, Starfire's sharp hearing picked up a scream, one that sounded strangely familiar—
"Hiccup!" she called out in alarm, her heart racing. Her bright eyes scanned the sky and the battlefield below. She followed the sound, soaring swiftly over the village, her glowing form cutting through the smoke.
To her horror, she saw Stoick, the massive Viking chief, engaged in a fierce battle with a menacing dragon. Stoick swung his axe with precision, managing to land a few blows, but the dragon was agile and relentless. The battle seemed to be turning in Stoick's favor until the dragon's tail whipped beneath him, sweeping Stoick off his feet and slamming him into the dirt. The dragon roared triumphantly, its jaws opening wide, as though preparing to swallow Stoick whole.
Starfire's eyes narrowed, her fists glowing with energy. She darted forward, her voice ringing with fierce authority.
"Leave, or I shall obliterate you!" she shouted, her tone unwavering.
The dragon hissed in response, its eyes narrowing with defiance. But at the sight of Starfire's glowing fists and powerful stance, it hesitated. With an angry snarl, it unfurled its wings and took off, retreating into the sky with a final furious roar.
Starfire stood firmly in front of Stoick, ensuring that he remained safe. Once the dragon had disappeared into the smoke, she turned back to check on the chief, only to notice the villagers had all suddenly turned their attention toward Hiccup. A strange silence fell over the crowd.
Starfire furrowed her brow in confusion. Why were they staring at the young man? She followed their gazes, her eyes trailing the tall wooden beam that suddenly toppled from a burning structure, crashing to the ground with a tremendous crash.
Hiccup looked uneasy, shifting nervously on his feet. He cleared his throat and tried to defuse the tension, his voice faltering. "Ok, but… I hit a Night Fury," he said, his tone awkward but laced with an odd sense of urgency.
Starfire's eyes widened in realization. She had heard of the Night Fury, the elusive dragon that was spoken of in hushed tones, the one even the strongest of Berk's warriors feared. She glanced between Hiccup and the crowd, trying to understand why they seemed so uncertain.
Before she could process everything, Stoick, still a bit dazed, stormed toward his son. Without a word, he grabbed Hiccup by the back of his shirt, lifting him off the ground and hauling him away from the scene.
"Dad! Wait!" Hiccup protested, his voice pleading but also desperate. "It's not like the last few times, Dad! I really, actually hit it! You guys were busy, and I had a very clear shot! It went down off Raven Point! Please, just let me get a search party together—"
Stoick's grip tightened on Hiccup's shirt, and his voice rumbled with a mix of concern and frustration, the weight of years of responsibility pressing down on him. "Stop!" he shouted, his tone sharp. He let go of Hiccup with a forceful shove. "Just stop. Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here, and I have an entire village to feed!" Stoick's voice cracked slightly with the weight of it, his anger mingling with exhaustion.
Hiccup, still trying to explain himself, shrugged dismissively. "Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding," he mumbled under his breath, hoping to lighten the mood.
But to his dismay, the words carried further than intended. The nearby villagers heard him, and a chorus of groans filled the air. Some rolled their eyes; others muttered under their breath, shaking their heads.
Stoick's eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward, his expression grim. "This isn't a joke, Hiccup!" he snapped. His voice grew louder, carrying the frustration he'd kept bottled up. "Why can't you follow simple orders?"
Hiccup clenched his fists, his heart racing. "I can't stop myself," he said, his voice shaking with the truth he couldn't hide. "I see a dragon, and I just have to kill it. It's who I am, Dad." The words came out more forcefully than he intended, as if declaring his identity to the world, but Stoick's face remained unmoving.
Stoick let out a deep sigh, his face creasing in disappointment. "You're many things, Hiccup," he said, his voice quiet now but full of weight. "But a dragon killer is not one of them. Get back to the house."
Hiccup opened his mouth to protest, but the words caught in his throat. His father's command was final, and there was no arguing with it. Stoick turned away, walking back toward the center of the village.
Starfire, still hovering nearby, watched the exchange with a mixture of confusion and sympathy. She couldn't completely understand the complexities of their relationship, but she could see the tension that was straining between father and son. The distance between them felt so wide, yet so close at the same time, as though they were both stuck in a moment they couldn't escape.
Her eyes softened, and she flew closer to Stoick, her voice gentle as she spoke. "Mr. Stoick, I might seem out of place, but Hiccup seems that he just wants to make you proud," she said, her words calm but firm, cutting through the thick air between them. "He is not trying to be defiant; he is simply seeking your approval in his own way."
Stoick's heavy gaze met Starfire's, and for a moment, he was silent. His broad shoulders slumped slightly, the weight of his role as chief and father bearing down on him. He sighed heavily, his voice low. "Aye, maybe you're right," he admitted, the weariness in his tone revealing the cracks in his once unshakable resolve. His eyes drifted toward Hiccup, who stood awkwardly, glancing between his father and the others. "But he's messing up things, and now I have to clean up his mess," Stoick continued, his words tinged with frustration. He turned his back to Hiccup and looked out toward the village, where the fires had finally started to die down.
There was a pause, and then Stoick's tone softened, though the burden of leadership still hung heavily in his words. "It's late. Thank you for the help, but you should be getting some sleep," Stoick said, his gaze flickering briefly back to Starfire, his expression still tense. "Tomorrow, we have more work to do."
Starfire nodded, her understanding deepening. "I shall do so, Mr. Stoick," she replied, her voice warm yet respectful. She could sense the weight of the night pressing down on everyone, and she knew that it would take more than just strength to solve the problems they faced.
As she floated away, her eyes lingered on Hiccup for a moment, noticing the sadness that seemed to hang around him. He wasn't like the others, she could tell. His desire to prove himself and his struggle to meet his father's expectations were clear, and though his actions had been reckless, Starfire couldn't help but feel a flicker of sympathy for the young man.
"I do hope that the stars will guide you, Hiccup," she whispered softly to herself before heading back into her room to get some rest after the fight against the dragon.
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Here's the expanded version of the scene:
The morning sunlight filtered through the smoky skies over Berk, casting a golden hue over the village. Starfire stretched as she emerged from her modest shelter, her vibrant red hair catching the light as she floated slightly off the ground. The memory of the early morning's chaos lingered in her mind, but her spirits remained high. She had made new friends and was eager to do more to help.
She floated through the village, her curious eyes taking in the bustling activity. Vikings hurried back and forth, repairing damages from the dragon raid. Starfire's gaze followed a group of men gathered near the longhouse, one of whom stood out with his imposing stature and thick red beard.
"Ah, no, I haven't slept. I've been busy planning out where the Dragon's nest is located. We need to stop these raids before winter."
She stands and puts her hands behind her back and asked the question that's been on her mind since she's gotten up. "Am I able to help?"
"Mr. Stoick!" Starfire called out cheerfully, waving enthusiastically as she approached. Her radiant smile seemed to cut through the tension in the air. She landed lightly in front of the group and clasped her hands together. "I hope your morning has been most pleasant!"
Stoick turned toward her, his expression weary but cordial. "Ah, morning," he rumbled, his voice low and gravelly. "Pleasant, you say? Not exactly. I haven't slept. I've been busy planning out where the dragon nest might be located. If we don't put a stop to these raids before winter, the village won't make it."
Starfire's smile dimmed slightly, her concern showing as she listened. She placed her hands behind her back and tilted her head. "That does sound most difficult, Mr. Stoick. But... might I be of assistance? Am I able to help?"
Stoick studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. He remembered how she had handled herself in battle the previous day, her movements precise and deliberate, even without relying entirely on her strange powers. She was a warrior, that much was clear. More skilled, perhaps, than many of the Vikings in Berk.
"You're good at combat, yes?" he asked, his tone skeptical but curious.
Starfire's smile returned in full force. "Ah, yes! I am most skilled in the art of combat," she declared enthusiastically. "Before I came here, I fought alongside my team. We were known as the Teen Titans! We would battle villains, thwart their nefarious plans, and save the citizens of our city!"
Her joy and pride in her work were evident, though Stoick struggled to make sense of her words. "Villains? Citizens?" he repeated, scratching his beard. "Don't know what any of that means, but I get the gist. You've had your share of fights."
"That is correct!" Starfire said, nodding eagerly. "I have faced many foes and emerged victorious on numerous occasions. I am most confident that I can assist with your dragon troubles."
Stoick chuckled despite himself, shaking his head. Her enthusiasm was contagious, though he wasn't entirely sure how her tales of "villains" translated to battling dragons. Still, he couldn't deny her skill. "Well, I'll give you this: you've got spirit. And skill too, from what I've seen."
He paused, his expression turning serious. "I'm leaving soon to track the dragons back to their nest. That's where this problem starts, and that's where it needs to end. But while I'm gone, there's something you can do to help."
Starfire tilted her head, her confusion evident. "Oh! And what is this task? I wish to contribute in the most helpful way possible!"
Stoick allowed a rare smile to touch his face. He admired her eagerness. "The people here could use someone to keep an eye on things. A protector. You can help keep the village safe while we're away. That means working with the others, putting out fires, and maybe keeping the dragons off our backs if they come sniffing around can also help Gobber with training."
Starfire straightened up, her hands clasped in front of her chest as her eyes sparkled with excitement. "I would be most honored to assist in protecting your village, Mr. Stoick! You can count on me to ensure the safety of all!"
Stoick's smile widened, though it quickly faded as his mind returned to the weight of the task ahead. "Good," he said simply. "I'm counting on you. Just don't get carried away with any... uh... unusual powers of yours. We've got enough chaos as it is."
"I shall do my best to blend in and use the utmost care!" Starfire promised, giving him a small salute.
As Stoick turned back to his group of Vikings to finish preparations for their journey, Starfire remained standing nearby, her heart swelling with pride
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"Welcome to dragon training!" Gobber bellowed, his voice booming over the nervous murmurs of the young recruits, the clan of metal echoed in the training area. Beside him, Starfire stood with a radiant smile, her hands clasped in front of her. Her energy was bright and unyielding, a stark contrast to the grim determination etched onto the faces of the teens.
"What's she doing here?" A skinny blonde boy, blurted out, eyeing Starfire with suspicion. His tone was sharp, and he gestured vaguely at her. Gobber clapped a hand on Starfire's shoulder, grinning broadly. "While I teach you lot how to handle dragons, Starfire here will teach you combat," he declared.
"How is that fair when she has the superpowers of a god?" a blonde girl holding an axe, exclaimed, crossing her arms. Her skeptical glare flicked from Starfire to Gobber.
Before Gobber could respond, Starfire floated a few inches off the ground and addressed the group with calm enthusiasm. "Where I am from, one does not always rely on their powers. Powers can be taken away, as happened once to a dear friend of mine. Without them, he did not know how to fight, and it caused him great difficulty. So, our leader, Robin, insisted we all learn combat skills without powers."
She landed lightly on the ground again and spread her hands earnestly. "I promise to teach you the art of combat without using my own powers. That would be most unfair!"
The group exchanged glances, seeming to relax at her explanation. Even the blonde girl, who spoke before, nodded slightly, her grip on her axe loosening.
Gobber seized the moment, clapping his hands to gather their attention. "Right, now that's settled, let's get started! Here's the deal: the recruit who does the best will win the honor of killing their first dragon in front of the entire village!"
Starfire raised her hand, her brow furrowing slightly. "Excuse me, Mr. Gobber, but why must it be a man who wins this honor? Surely the ladies are equally capable of slaying dragons?"
The blonde with the axe's eyes lit up, and she gave a small smirk. "Yeah, Ruffnut and I could totally win. Who says it's going to be a guy?"
Gobber rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Male, female, I don't care! Someone's killing a dragon in front of the entire village. Happy?"
Starfire beamed, nodding vigorously. "Yes, most happy!"
Gobber grumbled and turned back to the task at hand. "Now, behind these doors are just a few of the many species you'll learn to fight. Pay attention, because each one's got its own nasty tricks."
He gestured dramatically at the first cage. "The Deadly Nadder!"
"Speed 8, armor 16" A blonde chubby boy rattled off, his face lighting up as he recited the stats. Starfire frowns when she realizes that other than Hiccup, she doesn't know the name of anyone here.
Gobber moved to the next gate."The Hideous Zippleback."
"Plus 11 stealth. Times 2."
"The Monstrous Nightmare."
"Firepower 15."
"The Terrible Terror."
"Attack 8, venom 12."
"Can you stop that?!" Gobber barked, glaring the chubby blonde.
Starfire tilted her head, smiling at him. "Oh, but I find this most informative! It is most helpful for one unfamiliar with the dragons of this land."
Gobber sighed and approached the final gate. "And lastly, the Gronckle."
"And the Gronckle." The black haired boy chimed in, with fear, "Wait, aren't you gonna teach us first?"
Gobber turned and gave him a toothy grin. "I believe in learning on the job!" With that, he yanked the lever, and the gates opened with a loud creak.
The Gronckle barreled out, roaring as it charged into the arena. The recruits scattered in every direction, their shouts of panic filling the air. Starfire watched intently, her brow furrowing as she floated above the chaos.
Starfire laughs when the blonde girl hits her twin. Starfire watched as each of the teenagers get knocked out. Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Fishlegs were out. Then Snoutlot. Starfire watched as the dragon got too close to Hiccup. Hiccup, standing frozen in the middle of the arena, barely dodged as the Gronckle lunged at him. Its massive jaws snapped shut just inches away from his head. Starfire's eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, she flew forward, grabbing the dragon by its neck.
"Enough!" she commanded firmly, her voice echoing through the arena. With a quick motion, she yanked the Gronckle back and tossed it to the side, its fireball missing the recruits and hitting the wall instead.
Gobber jumped in, grabbing the dragon by its snout and wrestling it back into its cage. He slammed the gate shut and turned to face the group. "A dragon always, always—" he pointed a finger at Hiccup, "—goes for the kill."
Hiccup gulped, his face pale as he nodded.
Gobber turned to the rest of the recruits. "Take a break. In ten minutes, you'll have training with Starfire. Let's hope you lot are better at fighting each other than you are at fighting dragons!"
Starfire landed gracefully, her smile returning. "I look forward to sharing the joys of combat training with all of you!" she said cheerfully, completely unbothered by the chaos that had just unfolded.
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The recruits stood in a rough semicircle around Starfire in the training arena, their expressions ranging from skepticism to outright defiance. Snotlout leaned on his hammer, grinning smugly, while Astrid twirled her axe with a mix of confidence and wariness. Hiccup stood awkwardly at the back, Fishlegs listened intently, and Ruffnut and Tuffnut were already shoving each other over some minor dispute. Starfire hovered above the ground, her hands clasped in front of her, her smile warm and genuine.
"Greetings, young warriors!" she began, her voice melodic and enthusiastic. "Today, we shall learn the art of the combat! While I understand you are most familiar with battling the dragons, it is also of great importance to sharpen your skills against other opponents, yes?"
Snotlout snorted, crossing his arms. "Yeah, I don't know why we need some alien chick teaching us how to fight. We're Vikings! Fighting is kinda our thing." He gestured at Astrid. "I mean, we've got real warriors here. No offense, Star-whatever."
Astrid didn't say anything, but she raised an eyebrow, clearly interested in how Starfire would respond.
Starfire tilted her head, her smile never faltering. "Ah, I see! You are proud of your heritage, and that is most admirable! But even the mightiest warriors can learn new techniques. I assure you, I shall not disappoint." She floated down, landing lightly on the dirt. "Perhaps you would like to demonstrate your Viking strength first, Snotlout?"
Snotlout puffed out his chest and swaggered forward. "Fine. Watch and learn, everyone. I'm about to show you how a real Viking handles things."
Starfire stepped back, gesturing for him to attack. "Very well! Come at me with your full strength. Do not hold back!"
With a loud battle cry, Snotlout lunged forward, swinging his hammer with all his might. Starfire sidestepped effortlessly, the hammer slamming into the ground with a loud thud. Snotlout stumbled, but he quickly recovered, swinging again and again, each strike missing as Starfire danced gracefully out of the way.
Finally, as Snotlout overextended with a particularly wild swing, Starfire caught his wrist, gently but firmly twisting it just enough to disarm him. She spun him around and planted him on the ground in one smooth motion, pinning him lightly.
"Your strength is impressive, but your movements are predictable," Starfire said as she released him and helped him to his feet. "You must think not just of where your opponent is, but where they will be. Strike with purpose, not anger."
Snotlout glared at her, brushing himself off. "Yeah, yeah. Lucky shot."
Next, Astrid stepped forward, her axe gleaming in the sunlight. "My turn," she said, her tone challenging. "Let's see if you can handle someone who knows what they're doing."
Starfire bowed slightly. "It would be an honor, Astrid. Please, show me your skill!"
Astrid didn't waste time. She launched into a flurry of attacks, her axe whistling through the air with precision. Starfire blocked and dodged each strike, her movements fluid and almost playful. Astrid's determination grew, and she pressed harder, forcing Starfire to step up her defenses.
The clash continued for several minutes, the other recruits watching in awe as the two women moved like a deadly dance. Finally, with a quick feint and a sweep of her leg, Starfire disarmed Astrid and gently pinned her against a training post.
"You are most skilled, Astrid," Starfire said, stepping back and handing her the axe. "But you rely too heavily on brute force. Your strength is great, but it can be used against you if your opponent is faster. Balance your power with patience, and you will become unstoppable!"
Astrid took the axe, her face flushed, but she nodded. "Thanks. I'll work on that."
Snotlout crossed his arms, muttering, "Still don't see why we need her."
Starfire turned to address the group as a whole. "I understand your doubts, and I do not wish to replace your Viking traditions. But every warrior, no matter how skilled, can always improve. My teachings are not to diminish your strength, but to enhance it. You are all most impressive, and I am honored to train alongside you!"
Ruffnut raised a hand. "Yeah, but like, can you teach us to punch fireballs out of the air or something? Because that would be awesome."
Tuffnut nodded vigorously. "Yeah, fireball punching! Make us epic!"
Starfire giggled, her eyes glowing faintly. "Ah, while I cannot grant you my powers, I can help you unlock the epic strength within yourselves!"
The recruits groaned and laughed, the tension easing as Starfire's earnest enthusiasm began to win them over. Even Snotlout seemed grudgingly impressed, though he'd never admit it.
The training session was almost over when Hiccup, who had been silently watching the entire time, hesitated before asking, "Uh, Starfire... how old are you, exactly?"
The recruits turned to look at her, curious. Starfire's eyes brightened, and she smiled. "Ah! I am 16 years of age!"
The group froze. There was an immediate silence, broken only by a few stunned gasps.
"You're sixteen?" Astrid asked, eyes wide in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me. You're just... so strong."
Fishlegs blinked and took a step back, his hands raised. "But you're... you're so powerful! I thought you were, like, in your twenties or something! I mean, you handled us like it was nothing!"
Snotlout, who had been trying to process the entire situation all day, raised a finger. "Wait, wait, wait. You mean...you're my age?! He squinted at Starfire, still in disbelief. "I thought you were some kind of ancient warrior or something. Sixteen?!"
Starfire laughed lightly, her green eyes glowing softly. "Age is but a number! Though I am young, I have trained for many years alongside my team, the Teen Titans. We have faced many trials and challenges together, and I have learned from each one."
Gobber, who had been listening from the sidelines, couldn't help but overhear. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he looked at Starfire, then back at the group. "Sixteen?! By Odin's beard, I thought you were older than me! And I've seen grown Vikings who couldn't land a hit on a dragon, let alone take down one like you."
The recruits, who had been already amazed by Starfire's skills, were now utterly speechless. They exchanged glances, trying to process how someone so young could possess such strength, poise, and experience.
"Wait..." Hiccup finally said, glancing around at his friends. "So you're our age and you can fight like that?"
"Most certainly!" Starfire responded with her trademark enthusiasm. "Age is but a number, my friends. The mind and heart are what matter most! Even though I am young, I am always learning, always growing, just as you all must!"
Astrid, still a bit stunned, shook her head with a smile. "I... I can't believe you're our age. You make it look so easy."
Starfire laughed lightly. "Nothing is truly easy! Every warrior must practice and train— never stop learning! Perhaps you can teach me as well! I would like to see how you fight when you are all ready."
Fishlegs, still shaking his head in amazement, couldn't help but ask, "So... what does that make us? You've got the skills of someone twice your age, but we're just... what? Vikings trying to keep up?"
Starfire beamed, her eyes full of warmth and determination. "You are warriors! You have strength within you! You just need to unlock it! And together, we will learn and grow stronger!"
The group, now realizing just how much they had underestimated her, exchanged nods. Slowly, but surely, they were beginning to see Starfire not just as someone who had the strength of a god, but as a true ally, someone who could help them reach their fullest potential. Even Gobber, gruff as he was, could only nod in agreement, clearly impressed.
"Well," Gobber grunted, "I'll be honest. I thought you were just some overzealous alien with powers. But you're something else, Starfire. Never thought I'd see the day when someone so young could teach me something."
Starfire gave him a bright smile. "It is never too early to teach, Mr. Gobber! And I hope that we all can share our knowledge and become even greater warriors together!"
The recruits, still amazed by her age and abilities, couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of respect for Starfire. The training wasn't over— not by a long shot. But with her by their side, they knew they were in good hands.
By the end of the session, each of them had learned something new. Starfire had earned not just their respect, but a place among them as both a teacher and an ally, with even Gobber acknowledging that her youth was no barrier to her strength.