How to Freak Out A Viking (Or Two)

Chapter 1- How To Freak Out A Hero

Okay guys, I promised you this so here it is. In this story, I teleport to Berk and, well, some seriously wierd things happen. Thank you to MasterSaruka for the title idea! I love reviewers, by the way, so review ASAP.

Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD, although I do own enough money for the poster. I really want it.

One early morning, Toothless and Hiccup sat down by the docks having their breakfast of fish. Hiccup's, of course, was cooked, while Toothless ate his raw. All of the sudden, while they were sitting there, eating, there was a huge flash and the two were knocked over. Blinking repeatedly and clambering to they're feet, they gaped at the girl before them.

She seemed unremarkable at the first glance, with short dishwater blonde hair that was almost a plain brown, and was slightly taller than Hiccup, although she looked much younger than him.

But what made her more remarkable were her clothes. She wore some long pants made out of a stange, smooth looking fabric that was light blue. On the top part of her body, she wore a what looked like a gray vest, but it had long sleeves and some sort of hood at the back. There was also some wierd design on it, and a strange contraption running up the middle. She also adorned some sort of stone on a piece of string and another mystery thing on her wrist. Before, the girl had her eyes closed, but now she opened them, widening them in awe and amazement.

"Oh, cool." She mumbled to herself with a voice that was strangely accented. "Now I really want this job." Just then, she caught sight of Hiccup and Toothless, whom were still gaping at her. She, in turn, gasped and began hyperventilating.

"OMG...OMG...OMG..." She stuttered, nervously smoothing her hair. "It's really him... Hiccup Horrendus Haddock the Third, son of Stoick the Vast, Oh Hear His Name and Tremmble, Ugh, Ugh, savoir of Berk and first dragon rider ever. Well, not exactly the first, but first where it counts. Saved Berk from the Red Death, or Green Death, or whichever one it really is... And Toothless, a Night Fury, a very rare species with retractable teeth and exploding fire. Smallest dragon except for Terrors, unless there's other dragons I don't know about, which I'm sure there are, but has an amazing wing span and a super cool power-to-wieght ratio that allows it to take off from the ground vertically. Can fly the longest, highest, and fastest, and is the most intelligent species of dragon. Never misses when it shoots out its fire, which is made from a semi-soild mixture of acetylene and oxygen. And... I'm starting to sound like Fishlegs, surname Ingerman, owns a Gronckle which some say is called Horrorcow, likes to blather on about facts he's learned from the Dragon Manual. Some say he's Hiccup's best friend... I'm shutting up now."

"O-kay." Hiccup exchanged a weirded out look with Toothless.

"I'm freaking you out, right?" She asked. "I do that to people a lot. That's okay with me, though. I like being weird. You might understand, since by Viking standards you are a little strange, although I don't think you like it, or else why would you continually try to change?"

"Ummmmm... I gotta go... somewhere..." He replied, inching back.

"Yep." The girl nodded. "Definently freaking you out. You going to the forge? I know you hang there a lot. I wish I could do that, but I'm no blacksmith. I write. You read a lot, Hiccup? Most people think you do. I do too. I mean, you're just that sort of dude. Me, I'm addicted to books. Read 'em all the time. Can't help myself. I wonder if you have books written in English, though? Probably not. Probably just Old Norse."

"Um..." Hiccup looked helplessly at Toothless.

"You know," The girl continued, "You're lucky that I'm here instead of other girls. There are plenty who would either faint, or try to kiss you or something gross like that. Personally, you're cool and all, but I'll leave ya to Astrid. She'd probably beat me up if I tried anything anyway."

"Uh, yeah..."

"I'm Mary, by the way. Mary Penelope."

"Nice to meet you?" Hiccup asked, looking like it wasn't nice at all.

"You too." She replied, sticking her hand out. Hiccup just stared at it. "What?" Mary asked, slightly annoyed.

"Uh, what's with the hand?" Hiccup asked her.

"Oh." She let it drop. "I guess you wouldn't know about handshakes, would you?

"Um... no?"

"Thought so." She nodded. "So, Hiccup, I have some questions for you."

" Like what?" He asked.

"Well, how old are you?"She asked him. "There's a huge debate about that subject. Some people think you're 12, which would make you younger than me, some say 15 or 16, but most say that all of you guys are 17, which I agree with."

"Um, yeah I'm 17. So's everyone else."

Mary grinned happily. "I knew it!"

"Huh..."

"Next question, and this one's kinda personal, so you don't have to answer if you don't want to." She told him. "What happened to your mum, and if she's dead, how'd she die?"

"Uh, she got eaten... by a Gronckle when I was three." Hiccup said, clearly confused.

Mary just nodded. "And does this upset you?"

"No, not really. I know now that it was just defending itself. She would have done the same thing. Well, no eating, of couse, but if the dragon had attacked her, she'd kill it."

"And what are the names of everyone's dragons?"

"Well, like you said, Fishleg's is named Horrorcow, Snotlout's, he's my cousin-"

"I know." Mary cut in.

"-is called Fireworm."

"Interesting. A girl, am I not correct?"

"Yeah. And Astrid's called her Nadder Blue, and the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, named their Zippleback Bluffnut, because he's a big bluffer and it works with their names."

"Hmmm. Well, that's it for now. I'm going now." Mary said, touching the strange stone on her neck.

"Where to?" Hiccup asked curiously.

"To have a look around!" She called as she ran off.

Hiccup turned to Toothless as she left. " Well... That was weird."

Yes! Okay, you guys get an update next week, same day. Please tell me what you think of it, and as always, be on the lookout for mistakes. Tell me about them NICELY though, or I'll block you. R&R people!

Penelope, over and out!