Hello all! Welcome to The World Above. This isn't my first Fanfic, but it is my first fic on this account. I decided a while back that I wanted a fresh start, so here I am.

I know female Hiccup stories had been done before, but I wanted to do one of my own and then continue it with a sequel that is close to HTTYD 2 with my own twists on female Hiccup. I will be including extra scenes and interactions in my story, but as for the first chapter, it sticks pretty close to the movie. Soon enough there will be more original content on there, so bear with me. :D

Anyways, I hope you all like this and give me your support and suggestions!

Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD

Chapter One: Welcome to Berk

The village of Berk. Twelve days north of Hopeless, and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It was located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. This village was, in one word; sturdy. It had been standing there for seven generations, but all of the buildings were new. It had fishing, hunting and a charming view of the sunset. The only problem with Berk? The pests. Most places may have mice or mosquitos, but this quaint island? It just so happened to have…

"Dragons!" cried a short girl as she slammed her door shut just in time to avoid a fire blast from a dragon that had gotten too close. Her name? Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III; a short and thin girl with pale skin dotted with freckles, bright and wide green eyes and shaggy auburn hair that always seemed to get in her face. Her nose was like a button and her rosy lips were currently held in a scowl. She had a small scar on her chin that she had been told she had since birth. Hiccup pulled away from the door when she felt the scorching heat die down and panted.

You see, most people would leave, but not them. They were Vikings that had what some people would call 'stubbornness issues'.

Hiccup ran out from the charring doorway and past many of her Viking brethren. The sights of men and women alike tackling the dragons, swinging weapons at the beasts and even shooting arrows up into the skies were all normal to Hiccup by now, as she had been exposed to them since her birth.

You may also be wondering; what kind of a name is Hiccup? Sometimes Hiccup herself didn't even like her name, but it was far better than others that lived in the village. Vikings believed that giving their children horrendous names would help scare off gnomes and trolls. As if their personalities didn't already do this for them.

Hiccup ducked under a log that was being carried off someplace to most likely fix some of the wreckage. She turned quickly, only to be thrown back by a fire blast sent by a dragon. A hulking man ran past, chasing after it, only pausing to lean over the fallen girl.

"Raaaaah!" He yelled in her face, continued by, "Morning!" As you could see, their demeanour was quite charming. Hiccup gave an awkward laugh to him, which he must have thought was a good enough answer, as he went racing off again, leaving her to pick herself up and wipe the spit off of her face.

The brunette ran around a few of the newly built huts, ducking and diving underneath flaming pillars. She slid down a ladder and then rush up a path. As she went, the adults in the village eyed her up.

"What is she doing here!?" One yelled as he hauled a giant piece of wood down the path, past her. "Get inside!" Another one growled at her as she hauled her giant axe. "Get out of the way!" two others called. As you might be able to tell, Hiccup wasn't exactly a sight these people wanted to see at this moment in time.

Hiccup rushed up a wooden walkway and towards a cross section. She may have become ashes by a fire breather that flew right in her path if she had not been pulled back by a strong grip.

"Hiccup!" Her saviour yelled, still holding her up off the ground by her oversized fur vest. The man proceeded to look around at the other Vikings, "What is she doing out here aga-? What are you doing out here!?" He had turned her in the middle of the sentence to question her directly. Obviously not caring much for an answer, he shoved her to the ground and sent her in the direction of the smithy. "Get inside!"

The man who had saved her life (on multiple occasions) was named Stoic the Vast, and he just so happened to be Chief of their village's tribe. He was a tall and heavily muscular man with green eyes and flaming orangey red hair. Like most Viking men, he grew his hair long. The back was in a braid, along with his long beard that was split into three separate ones. Lastly, his moustache was also braided. Lets just say, braids help keep the hair away from dragon fire.

The town tales said that when Stoic was a baby he popped the head of a dragon clean off its shoulders with just his hands. Did Hiccup believe this? Absolutely.

Stoic grunted and shook his head at the flimsy girl before turning to see a dragon trying to fly off. He picked up one of their wooden wagons with his raw strength and chucked it at the flying beast with perfect precision. He then went to a trusted Viking friend of his. "What do we got?" He asked the man.

The slightly shorter, but equally as scary looking Viking looked at him with grave eyes. "Gronkles, Nadders, Zipplebacks and even the monstrous Nightmare." He grumbled out the names of the present types of dragons, pausing to duck under his shield as a fire blast went off. Stoic didn't even flinch. "Any Night Furies?" The chief asked, easily flicking flames off of his metal shoulder plate as the other Viking recovered. The answer he got was a no, in which the large man nodded. "Good."

Hiccup had run off in the direction of the smithy, her small legs only carrying her a short distance. She was lucky she had speed though, and was far faster than most her age. Maybe this was due to the fact that she spent most her life running away from the dragons that constantly attacked. Whatever it was though, she was thankful for her endurance.

The freckled girl skidded past men and women who were raising the large torches into the sky, hoping that it would either keep the flying devils away, or force them to land on the ground. Most Vikings were better at hand to hand combat.

She then ran right into the smithy, passing a giant man (though shorter than Stoic) as she did so. "Nice of you to join the party! I thought you would be carried off!" He called after her as she went right to a rack, throwing on an apron. She proceeded to look back at him and spare one of her silly grins. "What? Me? Naah, c'mon. We both know I'm far too frightening and fast for them to muster. They wouldn't know what to do with all this!" She laughed as she hauled a heavy mace back on to the weapons wall.

"Well, they need toothpicks don't they?" He smirked as he hammered away at a bent sword. This mans name was Gobber and he was the Smithing Master. His right arm and left leg had been taken away in one of the many dragon raids that the island had. In place of the leg was a peg that allowed him to easily manoeuvre around like any other normal person (even if there was a bit of a hobble to his step), and his arm could be replaced by many of the interchangeable extensions he made. It was currently in the form of the hammer he was using. Other than the missing limbs, Gobber was what most other Viking men looked like. Battle scars a plenty, long braided moustache that swung when he moved (though his was blonde) and big ears that stuck out far from his helmet clad head.

Hiccup rolled her eyes and moved past him, opening up the shudders to the smithy, the place where people dropped off weapons. She picked up the pile that was already forming and took it over to the burning embers of the forge.

The small girl had been working there since she was little… Well, littler that she already was. Though 'work' was probably the wrong word for it, more like Gobber's slave. Work would entail payment, which she got none of. Luckily though, he sometimes let her take any extra scraps they had so she could work in her little corner of the smithery on inventions. Unlike most, Hiccup happened to have a brilliant mind for inventing… Now if only she could get them to continue working and not go awry.

Returning to the window to grab more of the overflowing pile of bent and broken weaponry, she paused. Just outside, filling buckets of water were all of the other kids her age. They were allowed out by their parents to help douse the fires that dragons started.

Fishlegs Ingerman was a large boy for his age, not only by height but in girth as well. He had thick arms that may or may not have been made with muscle, a wide and circular head, large button like nose, shaggy blonde hair and a red complexion. He was usually seen with a horned helmet on his head and covered in a large fur tunic. Fishlegs was fairly peaceful and almost shy, but followed along with his other companions, whether he wanted to or not.

After Fishlegs came Snoutlout Jorgenson, her very obnoxious cousin. He had darker brown hair then Hiccup that was unruly and flicked around in every direction as it sprouted beneath his helmet. He also had thick black brows, large and upturned nose, greenish grey eyes and a spreading of freckles on his cheeks. He liked to pretend he was the most powerful recruit for dragon killing in their generation. He was just pompous like that.

Next came Ruffnut and Tuffnut, the Thorson Twins. Tuffnut was the girl of the two, her long blonde braided hair framed her face, two more tinier braids sticking out at an awkward angle from her own helmet. She was very much a tomboy, but this wasn't surprising as she was a Viking in training. Ruffnut looked very similar to his twin, except his own long blonde hair wasn't braided, and instead hung loose. His nose was a bit more pointy that his female counterpart, but they were both overall, tall and thin, though not like Hiccup. They actually had muscles… The Thorson twins were known for their arguments and their pranks.

Last, but definitely not least was Astren. He was a tall boy with long blonde hair he had back in a messy and loose braid. He had a leather hair band that slid underneath his bangs, and very mystical blue eyes. He wasn't thick like most Vikings were, but you could tell his body was made from pure muscle. He usually wore patched up blue pants, a sleeveless green shirt that had an odd horizontal pattern and shoulder armour. Astren was known around town as the best amongst his age, as he showed raw talent for being a dragon slayer. He was smart and strong and well-liked, everything Hiccup wanted to be. He set her heart ablaze… Not that he knew it. The small crush had started when she was younger but Hiccup supposed it started to grow as they got older.

Hiccup watched in awe as he extinguished a fire on a house. You're an idiot Hiccup! He would never like you anyways! She thought to herself. Alas, she still couldn't take her eyes off the magnificent boy. Oh how she wished she could talk to him without feeling anxious or like she was about to lose everything she had eaten for breakfast. It never seemed like it would happen though. She shook herself out of her thoughts as they ran past, paying her no mind. Odin, their job is so much cooler. I have to be the servant to a meathead like Gobber.

Maybe today she could join them? She had always wanted to, but had never been allowed. The brunette went to jump out of the window-like thresh hold, but was lifted by the back of her shirt by Gobber. "Uh uh uh." He grunted, making Hiccup sigh. "Aw, c'mon! Let me out please? I really need to make my mark! And this time I can Gobber!" She looked at him with pleading eyes, something that used to work as a little girl, but now that her voice grew nasally and she was older, it seemed to have lost most of its effect.

Gobber set her down away from the shudders. "Ooh, ye have made plenty of marks young lady. All in the wrong places! Remember that time ye thought you could shoot down that Nadder with a bow and arrow me lass'?" Hiccup winced. "My calculations had been off… I didn't mean to get that guy in the behind…" she muttered and shook her head. "But its different this time Gobber! My calculations are right! I only need two minutes. If I could just kill a dragon, my life would get so much better than it is…" She whispered.

Gobber sighed and shook his head. Hiccup was known as the village outcast. She was always trying her hardest to fit in, but that only made her stick out more. She had been special from birth; smaller than the other kids and much more intellectual. As she grew, everyone was sure that she would be a great dragon slayer… But she never grew physically. It set her back from the others. She could barely pick up weapons, she was always fumbling about, her coordination and accuracy wasn't the best. It got her picked on ever since she was little. He knew the girl wanted acceptance from her peers; she had basically been living alone her whole life. Her father was a busy man and her mother had long since past. What he didn't know was that the kids even liked to call her Hiccup the Clumsy or Hiccup the Useless.

The large man had to put his foot, err… peg, down on this one though. "Ye can't lift a hammer, ye can't hold an axe, no one wants ye around a bow after last time. Ye can't even throw one of these!" The Smithy Master held up a ball and rope contraption, that when thrown at a dragon correctly would trap it and knock it from the sky.

Hiccup groaned. "Okay! Fine, but this will throw it for me!" She ran over and tugged a new invention over to him. It was almost like a small catapult for the ball and rope weapon. She tapped the top, only to make it activate and shoot out a shot, flinging past Gobber to hit another Viking in the face. She winced and looked at Gobber's deadpan face. "Heh.. Sorry?"

Gobber began to walk forward, pointing at her and her catapult. "See, this right here is what I'm talking about." Hiccup shook her head. "Oh, c'mon! Mild calibration issue! I can have it fixed in an instant!" She stated, though in her mind she was wondering what had gone wrong. Gobber just groaned. "Hiccup, if you ever want to get out of here and go kill a dragon, you need to… to stop all of this!" He pointed at her.

Hiccup frowned. "You just pointed at all of me!" She huffed. Gobber nodded. "Yes. Stop being all of you!" He said cheerfully, as if it was such an easy fix. Hiccup sighed. If I could do that, don't you think I already would have!? Instead of voicing this, she continued to pester him. "Oh, you sir are walking a very thin line! Keeping all my raw Viking-ness contained? There shall be consequences!" She cried. Gobber rolled his eyes at the girls sarcasm. "I'll take my chances." He muttered and threw a sword into her arms carefully. "Sword. Sharpen it. Now." Hiccup grunted at the weight and slowly wobbled over to the grindstone to sharpen the sword that was almost as long as her body.

I swear, one day I will get out of here. I will kill a dragon. She thought to herself, determined.

In Berk, killing a dragon was everything. Taking down a Nadderhead was sure to get her at least noticed. Gronkles were bigger and more tough, taking down one of those would surly get her into the other kids gang, and possibly even closer to Astren. A Zippleback had twice the heads, and was also exotic so it would give her twice the respect. The monstrous Nightmare, able to set its own skin aflame, was sure to make her well-known around the whole village, as only the toughest of the tough could take them down. But then there was the ultimate prize… The dragon that no one had ever seen.

"Night Fury!" Hiccup heard someone outside call. She stopped her grinding and ran over to the window to look out at the watch tower. She could hear an odd rushing of noise before a sudden purple explosion hit the tower, making half of it crumble. The Vikings around either ran, hid, or ducked straight to the ground. Stoic, who had been on the tower fighting a Nightmare, jumped away as soon as the explosion hit. This dragon never stole food, never showed itself and certainly didn't miss. Hiccup jumped when another explosion hit the tower, destroying it completely. No one was to ever engage the Night Fury, and no one had ever killed one. Thats why Hiccup decided that she was going to be the first one to do it.

The twig of a girl walked over to Gobber, only for him to be reattaching a new piece to his arm, this one a double headed axe. He looked down at the girl before hobbling over to the entrance. "Man the fort Hiccup! They need me out there!" Before he left though, he looked her in the eyes. "Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean!" He huffed awkwardly before going off with a battle cry.

Hiccup honestly thought about staying for a moment, as she didn't want to cause Gobber any more trouble. She could honestly say that he was her only companion and she didn't want to let him down… But, if I can do this, he won't have to be disappointed. She argued in her head before making up her mind and grabbing her catapult. She rushed out of the smithy and through the crowds of people. She ignored them calling out her name to tell her to get back. Sorry, but it will all be okay soon!

She wheeled the contraption up to the top of a hill near the edge of Berk. It would be a perfect spot to shoot the Fury. She unloaded it and set it up perfectly and quickly and then slid into position, her hands holding onto the bars that she could use to turn it about. Now she would have to wait. "C'mon… Gimme something to shoot at. Gimme something to shoot at." She whispered to the sky.

For a night of a dragon raid, it was very quiet. Hiccup blinked though when she heard roaring from far up ahead. She searched the skies, but it was impossible to see. Every once and a while she would see stars blink out of existence and soon realized that it was where the dragon had been roaming. She readied the catapult with narrowed eyes. I can do this. I have to do this! She told herself, watching as the Fury blew up another tower with purple fire. She gasped and followed it with her eyes, shooting with blind faith. The shot went off perfectly, but it made her fall back. She coughed at the impact but quickly got to her feet. She almost cried in joy when she heard a screech as the Fury went falling.

"Oh my gosh, I hit it.. I actually hit it!" She cried and jumped up, her arms thrown into the air. She couldn't explain the joy she felt. "Did anyone see it!? Anyone?" She called and slid her fingers through her hair. Hiccup froze though when she heard something behind her, making her look back. She squeaked when she saw a large Nightmare staring at her. "Anyone except you!" She cried and ran off in the opposite direction with a girlish scream.

The night had been going well for Stoic the Vast; Chief of Berk. They had managed to get three Nadders slung up in a net, completely pinned for the killing and they had no casualties so far except some bruised and battered Vikings. They would be able to walk it off though. The kids had even been able to save a few houses from being destroyed. Things didn't often go this well. There were usually more broken bones, more supplies stolen and more houses and watch towers destroyed. Yes, a very good night indeed. Until she happened.

He had been helping a few other villagers when he heard her shriek. He looked back to see the silhouette of a body that was tiny enough to only be one person. Hiccup. Not only was she running and tripping down the hill with a Nightmare nipping at her backside, she had blatantly disobeyed him when he ordered her to stay inside. He looked back to the men. "Make sure they don't escape!" he bellowed and ran off in the direction the girl was headed.

From a distance he could see the little girl was just narrowly avoiding a few of the Nightmares sprays of liquid fire. She then took to hiding behind one of the torch towers just in time for the large demon to spray where she had been standing. The wood on the tower began to burn. Hiccup, realizing the fire had stopped streaming from the nightmares mouth turned to slowly look, only, she was looking the wrong way. The Nightmare had gone the other way and was about to snap at her when he jumped in and tackled it away.

Now that he had the Nightmares attention, he swung his hammer around and cracked his neck. He was always ready for a fight. Even against a Nightmare. The Nightmare also seemed ready to fight, but only when it tried to spray fire at him and it only came out in a small stream did it realize its energy had burnt out. "Yer all out of juice." He grumbled and went forward, punching and kicking it in a barrage that made it move backwards. Then it was finally scared off, flying away as fast as it could. He sighed and narrowed his eyes. Now to deal with the real problem.

He pounded back over to the post which had burnt though. It fell to the ground, breaking some wooden boards that had created a walkway down to another part of Berk. It would have also hit a man, had he not dived out of the way. The torch part of the pole disconnected and rolled down the hill, freeing the Nadders they had earlier collected and singing a few of the people. There she was though, that small and timid little girl, looking up at him with eyes of guilt.

"Sorry… Dad."

Yes. Stoic the Vast's daughter was Hiccup. Hiccup who, beyond everything else, always seemed to make the best of nights turn into the worst with her clumsiness. Ever since Valka, his late wife, had been taken away from him by the damn demons, he hadn't known what to do with the girl. She always seemed far too curious for her age, too smart and too weak. She was not like a normal Viking. No… She wasn't a Viking at all. It was times like these that he wished Valka was there the most. She would have known what to do.

Stoic watched as all the free dragons took off with their sheep. Next, turning his attention to his only child, he felt the anger burning up inside of him and it wouldn't stop growing. She always got him like this. She never listened. Hiccup looked over at him awkwardly. "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury though." She rushed out desperately.

That did it.

Stoic grabbed her from the back of her vest and began dragging her along. The whole village had gathered around, watching the outcast be dragged along by her father and their Chief. "Ugh, Dad! It's not like the last time! I seriously, really actually did it! You guys looked so busy, I had a clear shot and I tried it! I hit a Night Fury and it looked like it fell around Raven Point, if we could just send a search party we could find it and-" She chattered on until Stoic felt his head beginning to ache. "Stop!" He bellowed and paused, looking at the girl. "Just… Stop." He muttered. It hurt to do this to her. As much of a pain in the neck she was, she was still part of Valka. Her nose was like her mothers, her auburn hair was a mix of both of theirs. Her face shape, lips and eye shape all painfully reminded him of the girls mother. Sometimes it was so hard to bear. He couldn't let that show though. He was Stoic the Vast, the Chieftain of Berk. He could be weak to no one, not even his own kin.

"Every time you go outside, disaster seems to strike. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed!" He yelled. Hiccup winced and looked down nervously. She rubbed her one arm, a nervous twitch she had, along with nibbling at her nails. "If I'm being honest Dad, some of the villagers could go without food for a while…" She muttered quietly. Stoic just groaned. Did she not get it? Was everything a joke to her? Teenage girls were just infuriating. "This isn't a joke, Hiccup! Why can't ye just follow the simplest of orders?" He bellowed at her.

He watched Hicup flounder for a moment. "I-I can't help myself! I just see a dragon a-and I gotta just, uh, k-kill it! Y'know? It's just who I am dad." She tried to play it off cool, but he could see the nerves and guilt in her eyes.

The large man shook his head and rubbed a hand over his sweating forehead. "Oi… You are many things Hiccup, but a Dragon Slayer ain't one of them. Get back to the house." He muttered quieter and then looked at Gobber, his trusted friend. "Make sure she gets back to the house and stays there for once. I have her mess to clean up." His blonde moustached comrade nodded and came up behind the girl, smacking her on the head to which she muttered 'ow'.

Hiccup felt her cheeks heat brightly. All she wanted, all she wanted, was to finally have the village see her in a new light. She swore she had killed it, but she had knocked it down. If only he actually believed her and followed along with her for just once. She sometimes wondered what it would be like if she wasn't the Chiefs daughter. Maybe she wouldn't be seen as so much of a failure, so much of a mistake. Hiccup could have probably blended in with society more, had she not so much pressure to be the perfect heir to Berk's Chief-hood. The brunette didn't resist though when Gobber began pulling her along. She kept her eyes on the ground, especially when they passed by the other kids her age.

"That was a great performance." Ruffnut smirked at her as she walked past, turning after to smirk and chatter with his twin.

"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!" Snotlout jested, making the twins laugh more. Fishlegs just nodded along with them, but avoided looking at Hiccup entirely. Hiccup herself just continued to find the ground a much more interesting place to look at than the faces of the others. "Thanks." She muttered sarcastically. It didn't even make her feel better when Gobber pushed him off balance. Hiccup did peek up once though, only to see Astren's unimpressed face. He wouldn't even look at her, instead he stood and just walked away, the rest of the group following suit.

The sun had already began to rise when the smallest Viking began reaching her house at the top of a hill, Gobber still behind her. "You know, I did hit it." She murmured softly. "I wasn't lying."

Gobber sighed and nodded. "Of course you did Hiccup."

Hiccup shook her head. "He never listens to me! He think's I'm useless… most likely because I'm a scrawny girl." She murmured the last part quietly. Gobber shook his head back at her. "Stubborness runs in your family." Hiccup huffed and climbed the stairs to her house, feeling deflated. "Even if he does listen to me its always with that unimpressed scowl. Its like I don't belong to be his daughter." He looked at Gobber and puffed out her chest. "Excuse me, it seems ye have brought me the wrong offspring. I asked for a boy with beefy arms and muscles, one who wont disappoint me. But look at what I have here, a girl who is too weak to even carry me axe!" She grunted and groaned and tried to deepen her voice to imitate her father. Gobber wanted to laugh, but kept it in. "Hiccup, you're going about this in the wrong direction lass'. Its not what you look like on the outside so much.. Though it may help if you could pick up an axe… But its really whats inside that he can't stand."

Hiccup blinked and sighed. "Thank you for your kind words of wisdom." She drawled sarcastically and reached for the door handle. Gobber put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "What I am getting at here young lass, is that you need to stop trying to be something you're not. You are an excellent inventor and I like having you around! Maybe just stop making those things that destroy the town." Hiccup blinked. His efforts to cheer her up were not exactly the finest.

What he said didn't matter to her though, because as long as she was different, she would never fit in. All she ever wanted was to fit in, to actually have friends, to be rid of the indescribable loneliness she felt. "I just want to be one of you guys…" She whispered solemnly and went inside.

Hiccup leaned back against the door and waited until she heard him walk away. She rubbed a hand across her face to try and clear the soot, keeping her eyes closed so she could think. What would her father want her to do? Stay in side and not go anywhere. What was she coing to do? Find that Night Fury.

In a few quick bounds she made it upstairs to her room. She grabbed her notebook, a piece or charcoal to write with and was back downstairs. She straightened her vest, pulled on better shoes that weren't so loose on her and headed out the back door.

Time to find herself a Night Fury.