Disclaimer: I don't own the film "How to Train your Dragon" in any form existing on planet Earth; I deny all rights and responsibilities for the characters so, therefore, all rights go to DreamWorks and associates except for ownership and usage of Hava Camicazi Haddock. I make no money from this story. Enjoy!

Note of Explanation from the Author: When I watched HTTYD for the first time, I was a little too quick to fall in love with the exceptional story line and the characters. It was the perfect mixture of adventure, friendship, and bravery, complete with humor and fun. Being someone who has also had a passion for dragons for years, I loved the conception of the dragons in the movie, especially Toothless who was quickly added to my favorite dragons list. Naturally, after re-watching the movie several times, it is unsurprising that I ended up beginning to read Fanfiction stories about HTTYD. (I mean, how you not after falling in love with the movie?) and it was in those stories I began to find the sparks of inspiration for this story. It began with the "what ifs." There were many possibilities that I found in my hunt for quality HTTYD stories, but one stuck with me when I came across a story about a specific idea. What if Hiccup had a twin, or specifically, a twin sister? Then I seriously considered this scenario. How would this effect the story? What differences would there be and what effects would it personally have on Hiccup and in the future, Toothless? That was when I got into trouble. Why? Because I began to research information for a HTTYD OC. And I found so much good stuff within the fandom that I began to develop character and a plot in the case Hiccup did have a twin sister. I got into deeper trouble when I began to dig deeper into resources on HTTYD so to create a believable character that could possibly be Hiccup's sister. Before I knew what had happened, Hava Camicazi Haddock was born. I couldn't have been more proud of my work but sadly, and oddly, for a couple of months I ended up filing her and the idea away. I had fun in designing her and my amusement with playing around with the idea was fulfilled, so that was that. I just didn't think that this story had the capability to become something more. Why waste my time on a story that wouldn't get attention? But! I was wrong. This idea just wouldn't go away. I even continued to even add little things to her bio and research HTTYD info, for her. It was only a-while ago that I realized I couldn't toss this story aside into the garbage. Hava was worth something. I had to share this story that I couldn't get out of my head. So here it is, in black and white. This is me playing around with the idea of Haddock twins.

I sure hope you like it!

How to Double Train Your Dragon

This is Berk.

It's twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death; it's located solidly on the Mediterranean of Misery.

My village, in a word – sturdy. Alright, I'll admit it may not be as sturdy as we say. My sister thinks we are more of a callous location in the middle of a dooms sea. We are no vacation spot even though Berk has its benefits. It's been here for seven generations but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets.

The only problems are the pests.

You see, most places have mice or mosquitos – a small, annoying creature. Wait, sis, what did you say? Huh. I guess bats can be nasty too. I know we have more than one pest, I think the bigger ones have a much bigger influence though! Hey, you don't have to worry about them getting caught in a beard, you don't have one! Oh, that's right, Dad wasn't very happy… Wait, what does this have to do with anything? Okay, back to what I was saying… We do have small pests, but we have something even worse than those.

We have… Dragons.

Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings, we have stubbornness issues. My sister wishes to also add that we have hunger issues.

My name's Hiccup and this lady here, this is my sister Hava.

Great name, I know. She got it better. At least it's not the worst, parents believe a hideous name will frighten off knomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.

"RAHHHHHHH, morning!"

The sun was barely visible on the horizon but it was the firelight that lit up the large, dusty Viking's face before he leapt away, disappearing into the frenzied crowd. The greeting barely registered to a thin, small boy called Hiccup as he was heaved back to his feet by a equally slim arm. He stumbled around for balance, rubbing the back of his head painfully with a grimace. A young girl with the same attributes as Hiccup met his gaze, yanking gently on his arm.

"Hiccup, c'mon," she cried urgently, worry in her eyes.

It took him a moment to comprehend her urgency, but then he allowed himself to be subjected to his female companion's tugs. The pair raced for a pathway between two houses. Hiccup dodged large, sweaty bodies and dragged his sister into the pathway in time to avoid being crushed by an angry ton of dragon. Neither could help but glance back at the Deadly Nadder, its narrowed eyes glaring daggers at them before releasing a burst of flame. They automatically threw themselves to the ground, rolling out the way of the danger and swatting out the sparks on their clothes with frantic hands. Before the dragon could release another burst of flames, however, it was piled onto by a trio of Vikings but by the time any of them looked up, the twins were gone. The duo were by then staggering down dark wooden stairs before racing up the wooden bridge embedded in the landside. Shadows of dragons loomed overhead in the sky.

"What are you doing here," a passing Viking shouted at them.

"Get inside!"

"Get back inside," yelled another in agreement.

The twins ignored them, continuing on their way without a glance. Hiccup and Hava coughed as they raced through a thick film of smoke, their eyes stinging. Hiccup felt the heat of a nearby flame burst singe the back of his hair. His sister yelped. However, what they failed to see in time was the Monstrous Nightmare flying straight ahead, burning up their path. Before they could even react to the danger, two giant hands grabbed them by the scruffs of their necks and yanked them backwards. Hiccup exclaimed in surprise. Hava shrieked in alarm.

"Idiots! What are they doing out again – what are you two doing out, get inside," a large, rough yet handsome Viking barked at them before shoving them forward, Hava and Hiccup stumbling together in a tangle. They glanced behind them at the huge man for a moment with weary, cautious eyes.

That's Stoick the Vast, Chief of the Tribe. They say when he was a baby he popped a dragon's head clean off its shoulders.

Do I believe it?

Yes I do.

Hiccup turned to grab his sister but her eyes were snared on the shadowy form of the Chief. Her expression was beyond terrified, lips parted to let herself breathe in panicky gasps of air. Hiccup began to panic, because right now was not the right time for her to have an anxiety attack. He grasped his sister's forearm and began to drag her up the stairs as fast as he could, but her hesitation rooted her to the ground better than any anchor.

"Hava!"

His sister's eyes snapped around to meet his, full of uncertainty and fear.

Please.

Hava's eyes went back to where the chief had been standing, but he was no longer there. He felt the tremble of her hand in his. It was only when their eyes met again that something flashed in her eyes for only a second before it disappeared, and she allowed herself to be guided. Hava finally began to match his pace and together, they raced up the stairs and dove into the crowd. Hands immediately began to grab at them to pull them to safety, but they were left grabbing at air and watching two auburn heads of air disappear into the chaos. The masses of flames around them only served to light up their path and to show off the glint of the dragon's angry, glowing eyes and teeth, which only pushed them to run faster. Finally, they arrived at the smithy where another, large Viking turned towards them mid-swing of his head as they snatched up their aprons.

"Oh, nice of you two to join the party," the blacksmith Viking said, wiping sweat from his brow. "I thought you two had been carried off."

"Who, me" Hiccup questioned, setting to work immediately as he lifted a heavy hammerhead onto a hook on the wall. "Naw, I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all this."

"Well, they need toothpicks don't they," the man replied.

"Couldn't they use the sheep shanks for that," Hava whispered, before ducking her head at the Viking's sharp glance.

Hiccup wasn't able to respond before loud bangs echoed throughout the smithy; he hurried to the shop window and opened it, unsurprised by the damaged swords being shoved at him. Wordlessly, he pulled them into his arms and turned in time to see Hava hurriedly pulling down several tools down from the wall and tossing one to their master, grabbing a tie out of one of her pockets and violently tying her hair closer to her skull. He and the other Viking caught each other's eyes.

This meathead with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. We've been his apprentices ever since we were little, well, littler. Well, Hava wasn't originally, but her boredom brought her here with me and eventually, Gobber took her in too. Luckily, dad didn't say anything.

Hiccup threw the swords onto the hot coals of the furnace, where Hava began to pump air into the furnace to heat it up. He hurried to grab his tools to repair the weaponry. His sister's face gleamed with sweat already, taking deep breaths at the heat and struggle to keep up her pace. Despite all their labor here in the shop, Hiccup never saw himself or his sister gaining larger muscles they had now. He glanced out the window in time to see yet another home burst into flames, a nadder flying overhead the shop. He sighed, returning to his job.

See? Old village, lots and lots of new houses.

Hiccup began to pound the swords into shape as Hava stepped up to give the impatient Vikings new swords to use for the time being and hurried back towards her position but not before bumping into Gobber. The Viking apologized, but Hava nursed an arm as she hurried back to her position. Hiccup sent her a look of concern but she shook her head, nodding for him to continue as she took a smaller, broken weapon from the growing pile to fix. Hiccup's brow furrowed in displeasure, but he nevertheless finished the job. As he inspected his work, a gust of air violently pushed sparks of fire and coal into his face. He coughed and swatted at the sparks, but then sudden movement outside caught his attention. His wide eyes saw the shadows of the other teens of Berk working to put out a fire. He felt amazement overcome him, his body automatically leaning out the window to watch.

That's Fishings, Snotlout, the other twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and…

A blonde beauty stepped forward, an explosion of fire erupting behind her. His heart clenched at the sight of her.

Astrid.

Oh, their job is so much cooler.

He heard his sister's footsteps approaching him but he didn't turn. He knew she had probably caught his reaction, or worse, sensed it. Yet, he still hoped she hadn't noticed the envious and dreamy look in his eyes at the sight of the group. Especially at the sight of Astrid, the girl he'd had a huge crush on for years. He didn't want her to worry any more than she already did over his sake. As he watched the teens take off in pursuit of a low flying dragons with war cries, he couldn't help but want to join them. He wanted to fight dragons so badly. He wanted to prove himself to his people, his father. Become friends with the other teens. Make life better not only himself, but for Hava too. But no one would give him another chance. He'd had many chances presented to him; he had failed every single time and it had gotten to the point the Vikings felt they'd given him enough chances. Yet, slaying a dragon would change everything, for himself and Hava. Their lives would get so much better. It was then he felt Hava's hand grasp his shoulder comfortingly and he reached up to grasp her hand back. For some reason, that one touch made him feel better. Suddenly, Hava's grasp tensed and he wondered why. He found out soon enough when he felt a hook snag the back of his shirt and he was pulled away from the counter.

"Oh, come on," he naturally protested. "Let me out, please! I need to make my mark!"

"Oh, you have made plenty of marks, all in the wrong places."

Hiccup was sent back years ago, when he and Hava had screwed up for the very first time – they had wanted to play with the sheep, so opened the doors to a barn and gone inside, neglecting to close it behind them. A dragon attack occurred only minutes later and the dragons had made off with the majority of the livestock. Since then, he could recall every single chaotic mess he and Hava had been involved in since that day. It would take several Viking hands to count off every single time they'd gotten in trouble for a blunder. They'd released livestock by accident; set several houses on fire; injured some Vikings with their contraptions; sunk a boat; broken valuable objects; wrecked some holidays; got themselves into a meddle with several dragons; and more than once caused the Vikings to lose a battle. Because of all of their shenanigans and failures, the Vikings of Berk did not like them very much. They were always suspicious and weary of them; a kind word was rare when talking about the Haddock twins. Hiccup frowned as he fought to get away from the larger Viking, managing so but getting a few rough prods in the chest from Gobber's hammer. Hava stood off to the side, eyes full of concern.

"Please! At least two minutes, I'll kill a dragon. My life will get indigently better. I might even get a date!"

Hiccup didn't miss the disapproval that crossed his sister's face. Her eyes drifted away from them, but she remained quiet. He knew she agreed with him though, for the most part, although she definitely did not like his affection towards Astrid; she'd never liked her, for a reason unknown to Hiccup. Despite that, she truly wanted for Hiccup to fulfill his dream of slaying a dragon. She had even told him so, but when he had pressed her for her desire to slay one of the beasts herself she had just shook her head. Hava had never wanted or even believed she could slay a dragon. She truly couldn't stand the thought of it; she could not take a life like that, she had whispered to him. He was also acutely aware it was not as important for her to slay a dragon as she wasn't the chief's heir, but she was still a Viking. Still, Hava unwaveringly supported his dream and becoming the man she knew he was destined to be. As it was, killing a dragon in this clan was utterly everything.

"You can't lift a hammer," Gobber snorted, lifting a hand to count off. "You can't swing an axe. You can't even throw one of these," he continued, holding up a weapon up only for it to be snatched from his hands by a passing Viking and shortly afterward the sound of a dragon hitting the ground echoed around them.

"Okay, fine. But this will throw it for me," Hiccup replied, gesturing backward at a machine.

"Hiccup," Hava finally murmured. "Are you sure that will work? It doesn't seem like it will change anything. Nothing else has."

"Oh, don't worry Hava. It will do the job," her brother continued, patting the machine only for it malfunction and release the weapon.

Gobber dodged to the side, barely missing but the weapon still managed to hit a Viking who had approached the counter at the wrong time. The twins winced as the man hit the ground with a grunt of pain. Somehow, all of their inventions, mainly Hiccup's, managed to end up in disaster.

"See, now this right here is what I'm talking about!"

"Mild calibration issue!"

"No, no, Hiccup! If you ever want to get out there and fight dragons, you need to stop all – this."

Hiccup had heard this said more than once. He knew that their fellow Vikings often complained about himself and Hava. Their father was usually approached about the topic. Nonetheless, Hiccup couldn't help but feel a sharp pang at the suggestion. His sister's soft inhale sounded like she was trying not to take offense or worse, say something about it. They both knew Gobber fully well meant the both of them. Even if it was usually Hiccup getting them into trouble.

"You just gestured to all of me," Hiccup said, looking up at Gobber with a mixture of emotions.

"Yes, that's it, stop being all of you."

Hava whimpered and when Hiccup glanced at her, her head was down. Frowning, he turned to his mentor and made a soft sound of annoyance, growing even more so when Gobber copycatted him.

"You, sir, are playing a dangerous game, keeping this much raw, vikingness contained. There will be consequences!"

Oh, the fact that there would be consequences that was undeniable; another accident or something of value would undoubtingly be destroyed. Even Hava knew the high chances of that. Hiccup was the most accident prone Viking to probably ever walk the shores of Berk. She knew what he was capable of. After all, they'd be sewn at the hip since they could crawl. They'd even gotten in trouble together for years too.

"I'll take my chances," Gobber replied with a deadpan voice. "Sword, sharpen, now. Hava, reheat that furnace!"

Hiccup exchanged a glance with Hava, who met his gaze sadly and jerked her head. No words had to be said anymore – years had helped them to learn to communicate without speech. The twins returned to their stations and returned to their work, but Hiccup's eyes wandered back towards the window and watched the battle with great envy in his eyes. Hava didn't even look up.

One day I'll get out there, because killing a dragon is everything around here. I'll get us both out there. A nadder head is sure to get me at least noticed. Kronkles are tough, taking down one of those would definitely get me a girlfriend. Hava, I heard that. Of course I would like a girlfriend. W-What makes you think I mean Astrid? It could be Tuffnut! What do you mean I couldn't be that stupid to go – Ugh, alright, you have a point. A-Anyway, there's the zippleback, exotic, two heads, twice the status. Then there is the monstrous nightmare, only the best Vikings go after those, they have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire. Wait, what Hava? What do you mean, I'm not like a monstrous nightmare!? Okay.. I do tend to set things on fire… You were involved too! Okay, you have a point… Ugh. Back to the topic at hand… the ultimate prize is a dragon no one's ever seen. We call it the. . .

"NIGHT FURY," a man shouted.

"GET DOWN!"

The duo jumped in alarm and whipped around, turning only in time to witness in awe as a plasma blast struck one of the catapults, sending it tumbling down in a massive explosion. They could dimly see the outlines of Vikings jumping out of the way of the destruction. Once the light died, all they could see was burning wreckage. Hiccup ran to the counter once more, peering upward at the dark sky.

This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and never misses. No one has ever killed a night fury, that's why I'm going to be the first. It has escaped us for seven generations, but we have a chance – I and Hava will do the impossible.

Hiccup turned around at the sudden silence in the shop. Hava was standing before their Master, watching him attach an axe to his interchangeable hand. She was holding his hammer in her arms. Hiccup joined her.

"Hiccup, Hava, they need me out there," Gobber stated, moving toward the door. "Stay put, there. You know what I mean."

The two watched Gobber sound a war cry before charging into battle, disappearing into the fury of flames, darkness, and the mass of bodies. The second he was out of sight, Hiccup tore off his apron and charged to the back of the smithy, pulling out his machine. He didn't get very far before he met the horrified, scared look of his sister's eyes.

"Hiccup," Hava protested. "Don't!"

"Hava, this is my chance to finally kill a dragon," he immediately defended, turning to face her. "I need to kill a dragon! For me, for us!"

"I know Hiccup, I want that for you more than anything! But how do you know it will be tonight? And Gobber said for us to stay! We can't go out there! What will dad say?"

"Don't worry about it! Mind the forge, I'll be back!"

"Hiccup, no! We can't get in trouble again! It's too dangerous tonight! Dad will be very angry!"

"He won't, trust me! Not after tonight."

"HICCUP!"

Without another word, Hiccup barreled into the darkness. He could clearly hear his sister's shrieks behind him but he kept on. This was his chance! He needed to do this, to find acceptance within his tribe and make his father proud of him. He could finally prove his worth and make friends! And make life not only better for himself, but for his best friend, his beloved sister. She was the most important person in his entire life and he wanted to make her feel proud, happy. He neatly dodged the bodies.

"Hiccup, come back," someone shouted.

"I know, be right back," Hiccup called back.

Hiccup mindlessly charged ahead. After weighing his choices, he pushed his machine up the road to the dark side of the village. It was the perfect location to shoot down a dragon. And the look on their faces when he came back with a dragon head! He could feel the savoring and joyful feeling at the shocked yet proud faces of his people. The flickering of light disappeared behind him and he eagerly rushed towards the cliff edge. It was dark enough here, no one would see him from this vantage point. Everything would finally change, today. He threw the machine open, jumping up on the stand. He narrowed his eyes in the dark.

"C'mon, gimme something to shoot at," he muttered, turning the weaponry back and forth. "Gimme something to shoot at."

He heard the distant roar of a dragon, but he couldn't see it. Bewildered, he glanced towards the source of the sound. Usually there was some source of color, even when it was dark, but he saw nothing. Finally, he narrowed his eyes further on the darkness. At first, all he saw was the dark sky and the twinkling stars that sparkled in the sky like diamonds. Suddenly, some stars were obscured. Then the familiar whistle of wings from the most feared dragon filled his ears. Excitement pushed his heartbeat to a faster rate; he focused on where he determined where his prize would soar by. Only, a plasma blast obscured his vision. He narrowed his eyes automatically at the sudden burst of light, but turned his weapon to his right and fired. The force was too much for him and he was thrown from the platform, hitting the ground with a low grunt. He lay there, stunned for a moment, while the breeze whistled lightly in his ears and played with his hair. Then sitting up, to his amazement, he heard the whipping noise of the rope and the wailing of a dragon, clearly able to see it go down against the horizon. Shock filled his being until amazement and excitement yanked him back to his feet.

"Oh, I hit it! Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?"

Suddenly, the crushing of wood turned him around. He met the gaze with a Monstrous Nightmare, its yellow eyes gleaming in the darkness. Exasperation filled him. Couldn't he get a break, for one night?

"Except for you," he mumbled.

The dragon reared its head back and Hiccup screamed, taking off down the path again. He scrambled away from snapping teeth.

"HICCUP!"

He looked up to see Hava running toward him, panting and sweating; she wasn't wearing her apron anymore. She looked so relieved at the sight of him he couldn't help but think the same at seeing her. Then her eyes lifted to see the dragon hot on his tail and her pace slowed with horrified, terrified awe. She looked around she was about to fall over dead on the spot. Panicked, Hiccup lunged at his sister to grab her arm and drag her along at his side. She stumbled for a moment, but didn't hesitate to start running. They were barely able to dodge the fire blasts and teeth.

"What were you thinking," Hava screamed at him.

"I'm sorry," he shouted back.

She wasn't able to reply; the claws of the dragon brushed the back of their heads, putting them back to the situation at hand. Hiccup let out a squeak as they raced for the stairs only be forced away by a burst of flame. Hava screamed. Instinct drove them to scramble away and run to a large pole in the middle of the road and with desperation, Hiccup pushed his sister against it and shielded her with his own body. Suddenly, a fiery inferno raged at either side of them, forcing whimpers of terror from Hava's lips. As soon as it started, it ceased and the only thing heard was the crackling of the flames. Hiccup pushed away from his sister enough to glance around the pole, failing to notice the Monstrous Nightmare coming up at his other side. Hava opened her mouth to scream at the sight, eyes locking with the beast.

Suddenly, the dragon was gone. Hiccup whirled around to see a large Viking he knew all too well far off with the beast, straightening out his helmet. The dragon attempted to blast more fire, but only molten fire fell from its jaws.

"You're all out," chief Stoick muttered before unleashing a fury of punches and kicks on the beast, driving it away.

Oh and there's one more thing you need to know.

Looking up in alarm at the sudden cracking of wood, Hiccup yanked his sister away from the wooden pole as it collapsed on itself, falling to the side only for them to meet the disapproving and angry eyes of the Viking chief. Hava flinched in his grasp as a fellow Viking barely dodged the falling pole with a cry and the tip broke off rolling down the landscape, smashing and igniting everything on its way down. Hiccup and Hava now flinched with every crash. They glanced at each other, dread in their eyes. He finally glanced over his shoulder with an ashamed look directed at the chief.

"Sorry, Dad."

The sun peeked over the horizon, highlighting the dragons as they flew away with a good portion of their livestock and with it, victory. The gathered crowd watched the display before angry eyes settled on the twins. Hiccup glanced at his sister whose face was white and drawn with stress. Hiccup looked around uneasily before turning to his Father, puffing out his cheeks.

"Okay, but I hit a night fury."

Hava's head whipped around to stare at him for the split second they had. They let out exclamations as two tough, heavy hands grabbed them and yanked them forward sternly. Hiccup fought for some better footing.

"It's not like the last few times, Dad; I mean I really did it! You guys were busy and I had a very clear shot. It went down just over Raven point. Let's get a search party out there and-"

"STOP!"

Hiccup met the eyes of his angry, disapproving Father. He knew that he was in for it this time; his eyes darted uneasily between the chief and the crowd. He puffed out his cheeks again. Hava twisted her hands as she usually did when she felt ashamed, scared, or embarrassed. He couldn't see her expression; her messy bangs hid her eyes from him.

"Just, stop. Every time you two step outside, disaster follows! Can you two not see I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed."

Hiccup looked at his tribe surrounding them and bit the inside of his cheek, considering it.

"Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't you think," Hiccup replied, his sister glancing up at him out of the corner of her horror-stricken eye from under her long bangs.

"This isn't a joke, Hiccup! Ugh, why can't you follow the simplest orders? Look what happens every time you step outside! Which brings up another point, Hava, how many times do we have to go over making sure Hiccup stays inside?"

Hava lifted her head when she was addressed and looked at her Father anxiously. Hiccup knew she and their father had numerous conversations about the fact of keeping him in line and out of the way, but she never let him know the full extent of these conversations. He had the feeling it was to protect him from having his feelings hurt. Worse, he knew she would probably be cornered for another one in the future because of this, just because she hadn't been very successful yet despite how many times she had been told. The truth was, Hava only got in trouble with him because she had failed to keep him under her thumb and the fact she usually was caught accompanying him. Few Vikings realized it, but it was usually Hiccup who caused all the trouble. He didn't like the spotlight on her, so tried to pull the attention back to him.

"A-Ah I just can't stop myself, I see a dragon and I have to just, kill it! Ya know? It's who I am, Dad."

"Oh," Stoick groaned, putting a hand over his face. "You are many things, Hiccup, but a dragon killer is not one of them."

Hiccup glanced down at his feet, feeling hurt and shame flood his being. It hurt to hear his own Father say that he couldn't do what Vikings could do, even though he'd heard it before. Worse, he had gotten Hava into trouble with him again when he'd told her they wouldn't. Sure, he'd told that numerous times before but it still tugged at his heartstrings every time. He wasn't sure which one was worse. Hot embarrassment was stinging his cheeks.

"Get back to the house," Stoick said before looking up at Gobber. "Make sure they get there!"

Gobber came up behind them, smacking Hiccup lightly on the head as he gave Hava a rough push. Hiccup winced but complied, moving towards the direction of their house.

"I have their mess to clean up. Hava!"

The girl paused briefly with obvious tension in her shoulders, to meet the eyes of her father. He looked at her sternly.

"Make sure Hiccup stays there."

Hava's eyes dropped to her feet. She nodded trice before tilting her head away from Hiccup's probing gaze and the angry glares of their tribe. Though she tried to hide it, Hiccup had seen the faint sparkle of tears in her eyes though none fell. He heard the mocking laughter of the other set of twins on Berk before he saw them waiting with the other teens. He winced at the sight of them.

"That was quite the performance, you two," snickered Tuffnut.

That was when their cousin Snotlout moved forward. Hiccup immediately felt irritation at his presence and attempted to shield his sister from their sight. There was nothing more that Hiccup hated than being bullied by his cousin, but he hated it even more when he bullied Hava too. Today's accident wasn't her fault. She didn't need this too. She had already gotten in trouble with him. She didn't deserve it.

"I have never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!"

"Thank you, thank you, I was trying, so," Hiccup replied glumly.

Thankfully, that was all Snotlout said to them as they passed by. Suddenly, the Haddock twins heard their cousin begin to protest against something and the sudden thud of a body hitting the ground. There was some strained laughter. Hiccup was curious to know what happened, but didn't turn around. For the rest of the journey to their house, they remained silent and so did Gobber. Hiccup, though, was debating what to say to Hava. Seriously, what could he say to her this time? Should he not even say anything? He'd said they wouldn't get in trouble, but they did. If there was one person he hated disappointing the most, it was his sister.

After all, they had been together their whole lives. Even in the womb, Gobber remarked, that did they play together and as a result, their mother would complain of the movement. And once they were born, the Haddock twins were never far apart and if spotted alone, everyone would know the other twin was nearby. They were always just simply put, together. It was completely rare to see them in complete different areas than each other, all of Berk knew that. And the bond between them only deepened when they became known as the tribe's outcasts and were typically ignored except for a few select Vikings, Gobber, and their Father. They were best friends. And they even looked alike. But they mirrored each other's personalities, which was odd at times.

Hava was known as the quieter twin while Hiccup was more outspoken, but they were both very shy nevertheless when approached. However, when engaging in conversation with one of them, one would find Hava was better at keeping the conversation flowing and easy despite Hiccup being the more talkative one. Hava was known to prefer remaining low key and attempted to embrace their fate as outcasts, but Hiccup was more determined to prove himself and make friends with the other Vikings. She tried to be logical about everything while he jumped straight into action with more thought and judgement later. Hava was more anxious, weary, and timid than Hiccup, especially in public settings; most Vikings took note of this behavior and often remarked it was like she feared her own shadow, to Hiccup's upset. But what they failed to realize that outside of the public eye was that Hava was sensitive and dependable, undoubtingly loyal to Hiccup and ever the caring sister; when she felt completely at ease and comfortable, she was energetic and always had a smile for him. And it saddened Hiccup that she contained so much of her real self under a timid shield but he couldn't blame her all the same. Their looks were similar too; there had been numerous cases where they were mistaken for the other in the past. However, that wasn't the case anymore as the Vikings now relied on Hava's more feminine look and different color of clothes to tell them apart. His sister wore a clothing style that was similar to his, except her shirt was crème colored with a red brown short vest, belt, and boots with brown pants. Hava also had more of a feminine figure, longer hair that was tied up into a fishtail braid starting at the middle of the back of her head, slightly slanted eyes and darker eyelids, smaller nose, dark pink lips, and more numerous darker freckles.

As he watched her walk at his side, he wondered what he could do to make it up to her this time. He had hoped a dragon head would save them from trouble this time but he'd failed again. He hadn't wanted to kill a dragon tonight just for himself. It was for her, too. He knew he would undoubtingly share the glory with her. She deserved it for all she had done for him and despite getting in trouble with him so many times, never faltered with her loyalty and love for him. He sighed to himself. She was more than he ever deserved in a sister. He wondered what he could do for her once they got home; all he wanted was for Hava to smile right now. Then, as he considered his possibilities on how to make it all better, it came back to him. The dragon he had shot down! He did have a dragon head to bring to his tribe! He felt his excitement push the depression away and he looked back and forth eagerly between Gobber and Hava.

"I hit a Nightfury!"

"Really," Gobber replied, looking up at him with a pointedly raised eyebrow.

"I did, just like I said it went off Raven point!"

"I'm certain it did, Hiccup."

"No, really, it did!"

"Hiccup," Hava whimpered.

He looked at her and frowned, silenced for a split second before he realized they were nearing their doorstep. He turned around to look at Gobber again.

"I really did hit one," Hiccup muttered.

"Sure you did."

"He never listens!"

"Runs in the family."

"And when he does, it always with this disappointed scowl like someone skipped out the meat in his sandwich."

"Hiccup," Hava protested a bit louder.

He didn't listen; he jumped up onto their porch and turned to his mentor and sister with a scowl.

"Excuse me, barmaid, I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered an extra-large boy with beefy arms, extra guts, and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fishbone! And her," Hiccup said in a poor impression of Stoick's voice before turning to his sister. "And this, she's a scrawny hen!"

Hava looked at her brother something close to horror, twisting her hands at his display on their top step. She understood where he was coming from, she really did. She just didn't dare to say so. Hiccup was outspoken enough for the both of them. He had more courage than she'd ever had. But at the same time…

"Now, you are thinking about this all wrong," Gobber said, glancing between the twins. "It's not so much what you look like; it's what's inside that he can't stand!"

The duo pulled faces of puzzlement at Gobber. That couldn't be fully true; there had been remarks on their scrawniness and poor physical abilities on many occasions. There had been discussions on the duo's personalities, too. The Haddock twins were shy, awkward, and troublesome. Hiccup had even overheard a Viking say they weren't Vikings at all.

"Thank you, for summing that up," Hiccup mumbled, moving toward the door. "C'mon, Hava."

"Look, the point is you two, stop trying so hard to be something you're not."

"We just want to be like you guys," Hiccup replied, grabbing Hava's arm and pulling her inside and shutting the door.

Hiccup turned to his sister once the door was shut, but she gently brushed his arm off and walked toward the fireplace. Her hands were twisting, as usual, but her head was down. He followed uneasily. He wasn't sure what to do, but he at least knew what he should do.

"Hava. . ."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Finally, Hava turned to face him and their eyes locked. She didn't respond for several moments. Hiccup's anxiety began to escalate the longer she remained silent; he could clearly see the same emotions he felt mirrored in her eyes. A deep sigh escaped her and she forced a weak smile.

"I know," she murmured at last. "You always are, Hiccup."

The one thing that constantly amazed Hiccup about his sister was her endless ability to keep forgiving him even when he kept making the same mistakes. He'd wondered before if she would tire of it all and simply walk away; she never did. He reached out to grasp her hand and to his relief, she returned the affectionate squeeze. Finally, she moved away towards the fireplace. He sighed to himself, plopping himself into a chair as his sister began to stir a fire to life. He watched her, curious what she was thinking. He was glad she seemed okay, but the weight of his failure was on his mind; he'd really screwed up this time. He glumly glanced around him, but the shadows suddenly reminded him. The dragon he'd shot down! He jerked from excitement but tried hard to contain himself this time.

"Hava! I hit a nightfury!"

"Hiccup," she squeaked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Hava, you have to believe me, I really did hit it! I shot it down and I saw it go down just over Raven point! It happened just before I was chased down where you met me on the hill!"

She just stared at him. She was fully aware of where she had finally caught up to him after he'd disappeared and it seemed likely, but downing a dragon? She knew Hiccup would never lie to her or make up jests like this yet it seemed too out of reach for her to comprehend. He could tell she was trying to see if he was serious; her eyes were locked on his form as though wanting to see right through him. Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, her hands twisting together. He met her gaze right on.

"Are you sure, Hiccup," she whimpered out.

"Yes, Hava! I know what I saw!"

"Hiccup, could it have been something else falling? Maybe you didn't really see-"

"I wouldn't lie about this."

"I know," Hava tried. "But we shouldn't-"

"We shouldn't wait, Hava! It could get away! This is our chance!"

"W-We can't leave, Dad said-"

"It won't wait there forever! We need to go get it now!"

"What!? Hiccup-"

"Can you imagine it, Hava? Bringing in a nightfury head? We'll finally be accepted and make friends and make Dad proud! I can imagine the look on Snotlout's face-"

"HICCUP!"

The boy finally paused, looking at his sister. Hava was breathing a bit heavily, but she hadn't moved from her spot. She seemed to be struggling to say something. He winced when he realized he had gotten a bit out of hand so taking a deep breath, tried to be patient and wait. If there was one thing that she had gotten from their Father, it was his sudden bursts to silence others. Her hands kept twisting. They were red.

"Hiccup," Hava said quietly. "Are you really sure you hit something? Maybe it was just something else falling and you thought-"

"Would I lie to you, Hava? This is a nightfury we are talking about."

There was a momentary silence. Hava took a deep breath and looked down at her hands, her form trembling. Hiccup winced again. He could tell she was having a rough time keeping her anxiety in control. Her green eyes, just like Hiccup's, were darkening with worsening stress.

"Do you really think this is your chance?"

He knew what she meant. He didn't hesitate.

"Yes," he breathed. "Our chance."

Hava's head tilted towards the door and she bit her lip, hard.

"And you want to go find whatever fell?"

"The dragon," Hiccup pressed softly, voice becoming pleading. "Come with me, Hava."

"Hiccup," she whimpered. "You know that isn't a good idea…"

Hiccup just looked at her for several moments. Her face began to slip from her control, revealing her true emotions; her eyes told him all he needed to know. She was uncertain, scared.

"Hiccup, we just can't! We are already in trouble! We failed the village again. Dad is already so angry! We need to stay here."

"Please, Hava. How much more trouble can we get in anyway? We are screwed, either way!"

"Let's not make it any worse than it already is!"

Hiccup looked at his sister. He hated to hurt her any more, but this was too big to give up. He had done the impossible and he couldn't let it slip away from him, from her. He had to take this chance because it could be his last. He had to make his Father and people proud but it was more than that. He had to make her proud too. He knew what he could do, but he would hate it.

"Hava, please," he tried one last time. "Come with me."

The pitiful look on his face and the pleading tone crushed her, he could tell. Hava just looked at him for a moment before her eyelids fluttered, looking down at her twisting hands.

"I can't, Hiccup. I'm sorry. You know me, I can't."

Taking a deep breath, he stood up. He crossed the room towards her and brushed her shoulder in the most comforting way he could. He bit his lip. She looked up at him with large puppy eyes, before her mouth opened wordlessly.

"Please," he whispered. "Forgive me, Hava."

She nodded once, before lowering her head and closing her eyes. He knew she knew what he was asking just by his eyes alone. They'd done this too many times before. She took the deepest breath she could and he could barely hear the single word she spoke.

"Go."

He knew she was giving him his chance to run for it. As they'd done before, she could tell their Dad he escaped while she wasn't looking. Sure, she knew he was leaving, but this was a loophole. Their Dad had just said keep an eye on him which meant if he wasn't in her sight..

Hiccup didn't hesitate and rushed away, but he barely caught Hava's whispered words as the door slammed behind him.

"Be safe."

Author's End Note: Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of HTDTYD. I'd appreciate if you maybe left me a review before you go?

Edited: 2/27/2017

EternalLysterine