I don't usually like movies that don't do their book origins justice. But, mind you, I haven't read "How To Train Your Dragon," so it's a little one-sided. I did think it was a good movie, it's even one of my all-time favorites now. And, as every good fanfiction author knows, you must write a fanfiction for every good story, whether it's just in your head, on a computer, or on a notepad.

I decided to write one about one of the best ships ever, and why not? Astrid is kickass, while Hiccup is absolutely adorable. But I'm writing it from Astrid's POV, just so I can make this interesting. Make sure you put any questions/concerns/helpful hints in the comments. Trust me, if anyone needs them, I DO.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, blah blah blah...you know the drill.

Mjirna gave a joyous war cry as a roar rang out from outside the house. Astrid, her teenage daughter, sat up ramrod straight in her bed. As she registered the noise and it's origin, her reflexes took over and she threw on her traditional armor, all the while smiling fiercely. The breastplate she wore was slightly constricting, but it showed off a figure she had gained from years of her father's training...dragon training. And tonight...tonight might be her chance to finally fight!

Astrid dashed out the door, making a break for the the houses on fire. Her dark-haired father, Magnus, was out with the main guard that followed Stoik, the chief of her small village of Berk, to fend off the beasts of the sky. Her fair-haired mother was off in the south part of town with the other townspeople, awaiting their assignments.

But Astrid's assignment was the water brigade. She, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, the twins, Fishlegs and Snotlout made up the brigade, all teenagers. They made sure the town never went completely up in flames from the attacks. She endured both the extreme heat of the dragon's shots and the frigid air of the night.

Though it was juvenile work, it was better than Hiccup's job: he, the youthful village idiot, was stuck as an apprentice to the blacksmith, Gobber, while the rest of the village gained their glory and honor for a night.

"Astrid!" Gobber yelled above the turmoil. "Astrid, make sure this boy doesn't leave!" He gestured with his missing arm to the blacksmith's building.

"What?" She hadn't heard him clearly, and his gestures only confused her further.

"Watch! Hiccup! For! Me!" He shrieked.

"What? Ugh!" Astrid turned and glared at his retreating back as he jogged off to join her father's brigade. She slammed her fist into a nearby wall, flipped her blonde hair out of her eyes, and stormed over to the blacksmith's shop, mumbling about the unfairness of her task.

Hiccup stood in the back, trying to force out a large wheelbarrow with a heavy, suspicious load. "Hiccup!" She shrieked, frightening him and sending three large axes clattering to the floor.

"Uh, oh, hey, Astrid, hi Astrid, hi, erm, Astrid..." He was frantically trying to push the wheelbarrow back behind him, as though he were hiding it. He's so thin, she thought randomly.

"What the hell are you doing?" She said in her silvery, frigid voice. "You'd better not be trying to leave - "

"No, no I – was, er, just organizing the - "

"Don't lie to me!" She wasn't in the mood for this, she should be fighting! She was the daughter of one of the fiercest fighters this side of Hell! Not stuck in here, babysitting this idiot!

Astrid clutched his collar and lifted him six inches off the floor. She could tell by his shortness of breath that he wasn't in the mood for this either.

"Fine, Astrid, just – just go! You can go, I'm not gonna – oooowww..." She slammed him against a wall and sent small objects to the floor in a racket. "Why, Astrid, why?"

"Because you deserve it!" Her face was two inches from his, angry and wild. At that moment, a flare burst just outside the shop and Astrid sprinted out the door, leaving Hiccup to slide to the floor on top of two mugs and a broken sheath.

But he didn't feel any of those things. He just let out a dazed sigh as he watched her retreating form.

Astrid took the nearest bucket of icy water and doused the small fire that threatened the little shop. She sighed, wiped her wet hair from her eyes, and walked back inside.

"Alright, you're safe for now - "

But upon her entrance, she noticed the emptiness of the room.

"Dammit! Son of a - " Astrid kicked the wall with a booted foot and ran out of the store.

She saw a lone figure on the cliffs just west of the village. "You are so dead beyond belief!"

But before she took off, a cry behind her announced the presence of a -

"Night Fury!"

Night Furies: no one has ever seen one. If they have, they never lived to tell it. Night Furies never took livestock, never went out in the daylight...and never missed.

A sonic flame burst about forty feet to Astrid's left, a trademark of the Night Fury. She ducked and ran off for the cliffs. But something strange caught her eye: the dark outline of the dragon suddenly convulsed in middair, rolled, and dropped behind the distant forests. Hiccup's shape was doing a rather hilarious celebratory dance...until she saw the shape of a Nightmare creep up behind him.

"Oh, dammit..." Astrid raced off towards his position and encountered several incredulous citizens and a very confused Gobber.

"Astrid!"

"Later!" She hissed and tore off up the hill.

The Nightmare hadn't set itself on fire yet, that was a good sign. But it was snapping dangerously close to him as he ran screaming for the village.

She didn't know what possessed her, but she ran after him, picking up a stray set of bolas on the ground as she sprinted towards the two.

Three, two...now!

She whipped them over her head, then launched them at the Nightmare. Of course, it made it's mark, though it scared Hiccup off the path and sent him tumbling down the other side.

Astrid sighed, informed another citizen of the downed dragon's whereabouts, and ran off again. She seemed to be running a lot, and the perspiration forming on her brow became icy as she left the village outskirts.

"Hiccup!" She screeched angrily. No answer.

"Hiccup!

"...Hiccup?"

She was panicking now, though she was unaware of why. Still no answer.

"HICCUP?" She shrieked, feeling the pressing loneliness as she floundered around in the darkness.

"Mmmmph..."

"Oh my God..." She sighed with unchecked relief as she followed the sound of his groaning. "Hiccup, you son of a - "

"Astrid?" He jumped up, a little clumsily, and jogged towards her.

She grabbed him by the ear and pulled him painfully towards home. "You were supposed to stay in the shop, you were supposed to do your damn job, and you were not supposed to run off!"

"Ow, ow, ow, owww..."

Once they got back to the village, she tossed him through the front door of the shop. By now, the raid was finished and the village was righting itself while the sky grew light. Gobber walked back to the front door, giving the returned Hiccup a double take. He shrugged and closed the front window.

Hiccup left the shop five minutes later. Astrid was again on the bucket brigade, helping to choke the embers left smoldering. She turned and glared at him.

He ducked his head and walked slowly across the town square towards her. He quietly approached her.

"Uh, thanks, you know, for the whole search-and-rescue - "

She punched him in the shoulder. Hard. She was strong for such a petite girl.

"Wha – okay, yeah, I deserved that - "

She slapped him across the face. "That was for running off."

"Yeah, but I took down a Night Fury - "

She ignored him. "And that - " - kick - " - was for my troubles."

"Okay, ow?" He hopped on one leg, attracting glances.

She punched him again.

"Wha, what was that for? I took the other ones well enough - "

"That was for good measure." She gave him one more burning glare before heading back to her hut.

Okay, okay, I did save Hiccup from total embarrassment. But it worked better for the storyline I have going! Okay, that's not really an excuse, but...

Well, comment with any criticisms/help you may have for me. I'd love to read them!