Hey guys, TheDoctor1998 here. This is my first fanfic so be a bit considerate when reviewing. English is my second language so correct me if there is a mistake. Also, forgive my lack of Scottish accent for the characters, I have enough trouble with English as it is.

First things first, this fanfic starts with the beginning of HTTYD1 but with a few differences. First of all Hiccup is a girl named Hanna. Second, Hanna is part human part Time Lord (or Time Lady if you want to use the correct gender term). Third, dragons are psychic creatures and able to communicate with each other and other psychic creatures with it, they don't do that in raids because humans cannot hear them anyway. Fourth, this fanfic will follow the same plot as the movie up until the point where Hanna and Toothless would run away from Berk. Fifth, any Doctor Who related thing, other then Hanna's biology, won't show up until later chapters. Sixth, the reason why and how Hanna is part Time Lord (or Time Lady) won't be explained until the later chapters.

Don't own HTTYD, Doctor Who or anything originated from either franchise. This is my disclaimer for this entire fanfic.

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Hanna POV:

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 Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word, sturdy. 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, where most places have mice or mosquitoes, we have dragons. Yes you heard me, DRAGONS of all things.

I open the door of my home, because of all the noise outside, only to find an angry Monstrous Nightmare spotting me. It shot a huge blast of fire straight at me, but I managed to close the door at the last second. I opened the door once more, only to find out we were in the middle of a dragon raid.

Most people would leave. Not us, we're Vikings, we have stubbornness issues. My name's Hanna, Hanna Horrendous Haddock III. Great name, I know, but it could be a lot worse. Viking parents believe that a hideous name will frighten gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.

Suddenly, in all the chaos that the village was in, a random Viking managed to trip on something and fall on me, barely crushing me, and seemingly in a state of cheery madness. "ARGGGHHHHH! Morning!"

Ignoring his insane happiness, I quickly got up and started running through the mess, doing my best to avoid running into people. Yet I was getting shouted at, as always.

Meet the neighbors, Hoark the Haggard,

"What are you doing here?!"

Burnthair the Broad,

"Get inside!"

Phlegma the Fierce,

"Get back inside!"

And Ack, the silent ox of a Viking I am passing now.

I simply ignored what they were saying and kept running, trying my best to get to the forge. I managed to evade all dragons and Vikings alike until I heard somebody yell. "HANNA!" At that moment I felt a large, beefy hand pick me up by the collar and lift me off the ground. "What is she doing out agai- What are you doing out? Get inside!"

I was roughly tossed forward and continued running. That was Stoick the Vast, chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby he popped a dragons head clean off of its shoulders. Do I believe it? ...Yes I do.

As I was running I faintly heard him speaking/yelling at some Vikings. "What have we got?"

"Gronckles. Nadders. Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare."

"Any Night Furies?"

"None so far."

"Good."

I continued running, getting to the forge in no time. When I entered I took off my vest and put on my apron. I was greeted with kindness, for the first time since this raid, by the blacksmith who owns the forge, who was hammering away with the large hammer he used as an arm replacement. "Oh, nice of you to join the party. I thought you'd been carried off."

"Who me? Nah, I'm way to muscular for their tastes. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." As I said that I struck a bodybuilder pose, exposing the nonexistent muscles in my arms.

The blacksmith rolled his eyes, still grinning. "They need toothpicks don't they?"

I started muttering something along the lines of "meathead", which caused him to mutter something about "twoheart". He did this because I have two hearts, people say I inherited this from my mother.

I stuck my tongue out to him, playfully might I add. Several Vikings came to the forge with broken or blunt weapons, urging us to fix them.

If you are wondering, the meathead with the attitude and the interchangeable hands is Gobber. I've been his apprentice ever since I was little…Well littler. As I continued to work I managed to take a peek outside. Still chaos, all around. I also saw several buildings either blowing up or set on fire. See? Old village, lots of new buildings.

"FIRE!"

In response, the fire brigade charges through the plaza, consisting out of several figures, all carrying buckets of water. They were the other teens of the village, Fishlegs, my cousin Snotlout, the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and...Austen.

I stared at him as something exploded behind him, surrounding him in an almost sexy glow. But, unlike most girls, I wasn't interested in him. I admit, I used to have a crush on him but after he turned sixteen he started to act like a jerk. We used to have friendly conversations before that though, resulting in my crush. But now that he started acting like a jerk it's pretty safe to say that my crush has been, for a lack of better word, crushed.

Still, their job is so much cooler then mine.

Suddenly, I felt something hook on my collar and pull me back inside. "Ah, come on Gobber. Let me out, please. I need to make my mark."

"Oh, you've made plenty of marks." He said, poking my stomach with his hook. "All in the wrong places!"

"Please, just give me two minutes." I begged. "I'll kill a dragon, my life will get infinitely better, I might even get asked out on a date."

"Look Hanna, I'm sorry to say this but you won't even last a minute out there. You can't lift a hammer, you can't swing an axe, you can't even throw one of these!" As he said that last sentence he grabbed a bola, just for it to be snatched out of his hands by another Viking who took down a Gronckle with it.

Ignoring Gobber, I simply gestured to a new invention of mine. "Okay, but this will throw it for me." As I said that I petted my invention, only for it to fire. Gobber barely dodged the bola, which flew out of the window, hitting a Viking in the face. As he fell backwards with a thud I called out. "Sorry!"

"See, now this right here is what I'm talking about!" Gobber said sternly.

I shook my head. "Mild calibration issue…"

"Hanna. If you ever want to go out there you need to stop all…this." As he said that he gestured in my general direction.

I frowned. "But you just pointed to all of me."

"Yes! That's it! Stop being all of you."

"Oohh…"

"Oohh, yes" He mimicked.

"You sir, are playing a very dangerous game." As I said that I attempted to make my voice sound threatening. "Keeping this much, raw…Vikingness contained. There will be consequences!"

"I'll take my chances." He replied bluntly, tossing a sword in my arms. "Sword. Sharpen. Now."

I lifted the sword in my arms and put it on the grinding wheel. I start to sharpen it, concentrating with care.

One day, I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon is everything around here. A Nadder head is sure to get me noticed. Gronckles are tough. Taking down one of those will definitely get me a boyfriend. A Zippleback? Exotic, two heads, twice the status. And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire. But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one has ever seen. We call it the-

"NIGHT FURY!"

"GET DOWN!"

KABOOM! The sound of a catapult tower being destroyed by the infamous Night Fury was heard everywhere in the village.

This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury, that's why I'm gonna be the first.

When I finished sharpening the sword I saw Gobber replace the hammer on his arm for a large axe. "Man the fort Hanna, they need me out there!" He headed outside but stopped and looked at me. "Stay… Put… There… You know what I mean!" With that he charged out with a war cry… Well as much as one could charge with a peg leg that is.

I smirked when he left, did he honestly think I was going to stay here?

I quickly grabbed my bola launcher and took it outside, maneuvering through the clusters of Vikings.

"Hanna, where are you going?!"

"Come back here!"

"I know, be right back!" I yelled in response.

I kept running until I stopped at the top of a large cliff. I started to unfold the mechanism, put a bola into the chamber and aimed at the sky. I just waited there, ready to shoot something if it arrives.

"C'mon." I mutter. "Give me something to shoot at."

Then I heard the whistling sound that the Night Fury makes when it's about to attack. I thought I saw a black shape in the night sky. Then another tower exploded, but I saw the shape of the Night Fury illuminated for a split second. Taking aim and pulling the trigger, I shot the bola in the air. Then I heard a loud screech and saw what must have been the dragon crash somewhere in the woods.

"I…I hit it?" I turned around and jumped in triumph "Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?!" Then there was a loud crashing sound mixed with splintering wood behind me. I slowly turned around and saw a Monstrous Nightmare behind me, it's foot on top of what was left of my bola launcher. "Except for you." I said bluntly.

Without hesitation, I turned around and ran away from it. Unfortunately, it started to chaise me around. I ran back into the village, dodging several fire blasts as I did so. I ran behind a brazier pole, thinking I could hide behind it. A blast of fire hit it, surrounding the whole thing and barely missing me. I looked behind the brazier pole, avoiding the flames, to see if the Nightmare was still there. Unfortunately I heard growling behind me.

Suddenly the chief jumped out of nowhere and tackled the dragon. They had a small stare-off, the dragon tried to blast more of its fire, but only a small spark came out.

The dragon gave an 'uh-oh' look and the chief smirked. "You're all out." Then he attacked the Nightmare with nothing but his fists, in response the Nightmare backed off and fled. Suddenly the pole I was standing behind broke because the base was damaged badly due to the fire of the Nightmare. It fell to the side, exposing me. The iron basket that was on top bounced down the hill, destroying everything in its path. It was then that I looked at the chief.

Oh, and there is one more thing you need to know…

"Sorry dad."

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I think that that went well for the first chapter of my first fic. More then 1700 words. I personally don't really care for this fic's popularity, but any follow, fav and nice review would be appreciated. Don't count on me for regular updates, I'll write when I feel like it.