How to Train Humans

My second story. This one is for How To Train Your Dragon the moive with my OC and her dragon in it. It is based a lot off the movie cause that is basically what this is, the movie in my version. Also I don't own anything but Shelen(My OC) and Windchaser/Windstrike(OC's dragon)

Ch. 1: This is Home?

(Hiccup POV)

This is Berk. It is twelve days North of hopless and 11 degrease to freezing to death, located soly on the miridian of misery. In a word, sturdy, for the most part. The village has been here for 300 years but all of the houses are new. There is hunting, ice fishing, and a charming view of the sunset. The only problems for us are the pests. See most places have rats or moskitoes. Berk has...

"Dragons." I whispered as I quickly slammed the door to my house. A huge Monsterous Nightmare had nearly burned me to a crisp. I decided it would be best if I left through the back door. I ran outside and headed to the forge, avoiding some dragons on the way.

People kept yelling at me to get inside but I didn't listen. Until someone grabbed me by the back of my vest.

"Hiccup!" The one holding me yelled. I winced. "Who let him out? Get back inside!"

I nodded knowing perfectly well that Stoik the Vast, chief of the Hairy Hooligans, was not one to ignore. I then ran faster to the forge.

"Nice of you to join the party!" Gobber the Belch, the villages Blacksmith, called as I rushed past and pulled on my work apron. "I thought ye'd been carried off!"

"What? Who me? No way, Im waaay to muscular for them. They wouldn't know what to do with all this." I said as I held one of my arms up and put the other on top of the first as though I was feeling muscles. But I knew I was exagerating the truth. Everyone else did refer to me as a twig.

"Well, they need toothpicks don' they?" Gobber said teasingly attaching a set of coal tweezers to his prosthetic hand base which was strapped to his left arm by several bands of leather. I ignored him and went to work sharpening the pile of dulled and dented axes and swords next to the grinding wheel. After I finished, I picked up the ones I could carry and ran over to the drop off window just in time to see the bucket brigade try to douse one of the houses that caught on fire. I recognized them, Fishlegs, he knew just about everything about Dragons-though the way he spouts it out can get really annoying after a few minutes. Snoutlout a big brawny guy and a bit of a bully-and my cousin. Tuffnut and Ruffnut, the perpetually arguing twin brother and sister-who were at that very moment fighting over who'd use the bucket, and…

"…Astrid…" Astrid, the most beautiful girl in the whole village straightened up in a graceful arc as the house she and the bucket brigade had been trying to douse exploded into a huge fireball. Their job is way cooler than mine. I just stood there in a daze staring dreamily at Astrid.

I looked on either side of the drop off window then tried to get out. But to my dismay I was pulled back by Gobber's tweezers.

"Oh no ya don'!" He scolded then set me down.

"Come on, let me out!" I begged, "I need to make my mark!"

"Oh you've made plentty of marks," Gobber said setting me back onto the floor, "All in the wrong places!" He poked me in the chest.

"2 minutes, that's all I ask," I tried again, "I'll kill a dragon, my life will get infinintly better, I might even get a date!" I did really want at least a decent girlfriend.

"Ye can't swing a hammer, you can't lift an axe, you can't even throw one of these!" He counted on his fingers then held a bola up in one fist. A Viking grabbed it and threw it at a Groncle.

"But this will throw it for me." I said patting a machine I had been working on. The machine accidentaly shot a bola out and hit a Viking in the face. I winced as the heavy rocks made contact with the Viking's face.

"Now, ye see? That right there is what I'm talking about!" Gobber said in annoyance.

"It was a mild calibration issue-" I began.

"Stop!" Gobber ordered, "Look ye really need to stop all of...THIS." He said gesturing to me.

"You just gestured to all of me!" I said in annoyance and confusion.

"That's it! Stop being all of you." He replied. I stared at him slightly dumbstruck for a few seconds, then, my impulsiveness getting the better of me I immediately said as sarcastically as I could,

"Oooohhh..."

"Oooohhh yes." Gobber mimicked.

"You…You sir are playing a dangerous game." I said getting into his face, "Keeping this much…raw Viking-ness contained. THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!" I stabbed the air with a

finger to make my point.

My words had absolutely no effect whatsoever.

"I'll take my chances…" Gobber said taking a banged up sword from a Viking at the drop off window, "Sword! Sharpen, now!" he dropped the dulled and banged up weapon into my arms.

I sighed and carried it to the grider wheel.

'One day,' I thought, 'I'll get out there. Because killing a dragon will change everything.'

The Deadly Nadder will get me at least noticed. A Groncle, those guys are really tough to take down, that'll get me a girlfriend for sure. Hiddious ZippleBack, exotic, two heads, twice the status. Then there's the Monstrous Nightmare, only the best go after those. They have a nasty habit of setting themselves on fire. But the ultimate prize, the dragon no one has ever seen.

Suddenly I heard a shreik as someone yelled;

"Night Fury!"

A blue fireball hit a watch tower and it was destroyed. Night Fury. This thing never steals food, never shows itself, and never misses. No one has killed a Night Fury. That's why I would be the first.

A white ball of flame then hit a different tower. I was confused by that but unfortunate for us it meant that there were two out there.

"Man the forge, Hiccup!" Gobber told me as he replaced his tweezers with a small axe, "They need me out there!" He then turned around.

"Stay. Put. There. You know what I mean." Then with a Hooligan warcry ran out. I waited till he was gone then grabbed my invention and ran outside. I found a clear area for concentration then scanned the sky.

"Come on, give me something to shoot at. Give me something to shoot at." I muttered. I then heard the familiar shreik and a blast. I then shot the bolas out. The weapon went hurtling up and saw that in my rush, I had accidentally put in two bolas. They both went hurtling up. I then saw a dark shape that looked like a dragon falling with a shriek that was not from the dive bomb attack they used.

The Night Fury went down and I slowly stood. I couldn't believe I had hit it!

"I hit it...Yes, I hit it! Did anybody see that?" I turned around. That was a big mistake. As I tried to see if anyone had seen me hit the Night Fury, a Monsterous Nightmare had snuck up behind me. I turned around and saw it as it smashed my invention.

"Exept for you..." I said dully. I then began to run for my life screaming for help. I weaved my way through the fighting with the Nightmare hot on my heels. No one even noticed-naturally; which just proves my theory that everyone in Berk secretly hopes I end up as a Dragon's lunch. I felt hot air, and the sharp intake of breath and I knew if I didn't dive for cover, I would be a burnt cinder! I just barely managed to get behind one of the torch pillars as the Dragon's hot breath blasted the wood and parted around me! I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my head with my arms to shield my face from the smoke.

Suddenly, the flames stopped. I stood there gasping, heart hammering and trembling slightly from my near death experience. I lowered my arms and peered around the torch pillar and saw the Nightmare's tail. Then it's head must be…I felt hot air on the back of my neck. Then a large hairy form rushed past me knocking hard into the Dragon! Dad had arrived just barely in time. The Nightmare tried to breathe fire again, but all I heard was a gagging burp. The Nightmare had reached its shot limit.

"Yeh all out." Dad said to the Nightmare. He let out a fierce war cry and there was a sickening crack as he hit the Nightmare over the skull with something very hard and heavy. It would defiantly end up in the Kill Ring for practice fights.

The wood pillar creaked and smoldered ominously. I turned and stepped back and it wobbled and fell over to my left revealing my Dad looking very disappointed. I turned back around, the torch set on top of the pillar crashed onto one of the many wooden walkways. The Viking standing there only jumped out of the way just barely in time. The torch burned its way through the walkway and fell through and proceeded to crash its way through the village. I winced each time I heard a crash. This was going to be a very bad day…Again…and just to make that point, the Dragons flew off with half our livestock.

"Hi...Dad" I said shyly. He didn't respond.

"Ok, I skrewed up, again, but I hit a Night Fury." I said quietly. Stoik grabbed me by the back of my vest. Again.

"It's not the last few times, Dad! I really did hit it!" I tried to explain. "You were all fighting and I had a clear shot. It went just behind Ravens Point, let's get a search party and go after it-"

"STOP!" Dad shouted releasing me. I flinched, he continued in a calmer tone, "Just…stop…Every time ye set foot outside, disaster falls. Can ye not see I have bigger problems to worry about? Winter is almost here and I have an entire village to feed."

"Well, between you and me the village could do with a little less feeding don't you think?" I blurted out. Me and my big mouth.

"This isn't a joke Hiccup!" Dad shouted exasperated, "Why can't ye follow the simplest orders?"

"I-I can't…I can't stop myself!" I stammered trying not to go to pieces, "I…I see a Dragon and I just have to…kill it...Y'know? It's who I am Dad." I said this as I twisted the head off an imaginary Dragon. Dad sighed, disappointed, as usual…

"Ye many things Hiccup. But a Dragon Slayer isn't one of them." He gently pushed me towards our house, "Now, get back to the house. Gobber, make sure he gets there. I have his mess to clean up."

Gobber tapped me on the back of my head in what he intended to be in a friendly way, but it felt more like a head slap to me. I started on my way back to my house when Snoutlout spoke up.

"Wow. I have never seen anybody screw up that badly. That really helped." He sneered. I didn't make eye contact, I was too embarrassed to.

"Thank you, thank you." I said trying to keep a stiff upper lip, "I was trying…" Why was it every time I tried to help, I made things even worse? I stewed in my thoughts as I trudged along the walkway to my house with Gobber following me. Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I really did hit a Night Fury." I said all my energy had abandoned me.

"Sure ye did, Hiccup." Gobber replied.

"HE NEVER LISTENS!" I complained.

"It runs in the family." Gobber said. It was true enough.

"And when he does it's…always with this disappointed scowl, like someone skimped out on the meat in his sandwich." I walked up the front steps to the front door. I turned around, planted my fists on my hips, puffed out my chest and doing my best to copy a thick Scottish accent mimicking my Dad, "Excuse me barmaid! I believe ye 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 talkin' fish bone!" I really got into my ranting, acting as if I had freakishly huge biceps and as if I was shouting at the whole world in general. I sighed, dropped my arms to my sides in utter defeat.

Gobber gave me the "Don't-be-ridiculous" look, "Now, ye thinkin' this all wrong lad," he said, "It's not wha' you look like he can't stand. It's whas' inside he can't stand." Great work Gobber, what a way to pour salt on the wound.

"Thank you for summing that up…" I said tonelessly turning to open the door.

"Look.." Gobber said, "Jus…Jus stop tryin' to be somethin' ye not lad."

I looked at him over my shoulder, "I just…" I said sadly, "I just wanna be one of you guys…" I opened the door and shut it behind me. I picked up my notebook and pencil from a nearby table and making sure my dagger was securely in place at my belt, walked across the room to the back door and slipped out into the forest to look for the Night Fury.

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(Shelen POV)

This is Berk, more specificaly this is the forest of Berk. It has dangerous creatures of all sorts; Wolves, Mountain Lions, bears, ect. It is also a great place for a runaway that has decided to learn more about nature and the creatures that live here. My favorite subject.

"Dragons." I muttered under my breath as I listened to the fight in the village close by to my home. I sighed and went back to carving a stick into a sharp spear. I didn't see why the other Vikings even fought dragons. They were nothing but trouble to some, but I thought they were magnificent. Even the Monsterous Nightmares were.

I sighed again and resited what I knew about each dragon out loud.

"Let's see...First off there are the Deadly Nadders. Giant bird like dragons with strong jaws and a tail that shoots painfully fast darts.

"Next is a Gronkle. Some say they look like giant toads with bee wings. Others say they look like ugly fat crocodiles. Either way those guys have tough bodies and jaws for crushing. Then the Hiddious Zippleback. Two headed dragon with small wings and two tails. One head of the Zippleback breathes the gas that ignites the flame. The second head lights it.

"The last of the common breeds...The Monsterous Nightmare. The Nightmare only has back legs and two large wings. It has an amusing habit of lighting itself on fire. Mainly they are seen in reds and faded orange colors."

But my favorite dragon by far, the one no one has ever seen.

I looked up and heard a shreik. "The Night Fury." I whispered just in time to see a blue burst of light appear. I smirked to myself and then tried to see at least the shape of Night Fury.

I then saw a white light. This was odd since I at least knew that Night Fury fire was blue. But apparently there were two Night Furies.

I gazed in awe as I watched for what would happen. Suddenly I heard two angry shrieks instead of one. I squinted in the dark and saw two Night Furies falling. Well I only saw the shapes. I gasped and ran out of the cove I had taken resedence in.

Who could have hit a Night Fury? Let alone two? I just hoped that they were far away from the dragons.

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(Nightdevil POV)

This is the Isle of Draco. It is covered in thick fog which hides jagged rocks that could smash a ship. Past the fog is the island. The rocks and sand on this island are also jagged and some parts smooth. The only thing on the island besides the residents is a large unactive, but still lava flowing, volcano. That is where the smoke comes from. All around the volcano are small holes that lead to the inside.

Inside are millions of.

"Dragons." I sighed as I slumped down on the ledge to my nest. I looked out and watched the different dragons flying in and out with food or without. That was for us. IT wasn't hungry yet. I growled at the thought of IT.

"Come on Nightdevil." My partner, Windstrike, sighed. I looked next to me and saw her sitting there. Windstrike was the darkest scaled Night Fury I had ever met. But in the moonlight she shone silver. While I would shine a dark blue. But she also looked very dark red in the light of the Nest's red fog which pulsed evily.

"What could you possibly be bord of?" Windstrike continued as she gazed around at our fellows.

"Don't tell me you're looking forward to raiding the village? After all this is the best time of day. When we can just relax."

"Yes, I know, Wind." I replied, looking back at her. "I'm just wondering how much longer we have to serve IT." I ground out the last word. Windstrike looked at me saddly then rubbed heads with me to show affection as a friend. She was after all the only friend I had.

"Don't give up hope." She said, "Soon we WILL be free."

"And you will be our new leader." I added. Windstrike was made to be our alpha. She was the greatest in my pack. I and everyone else knew that.

"It is not my desision." She told me sternly. Then I felt her push me off the edge of the cliff. I fell a few feet then flew back up.

"Do you want to kill me?" I asked her in false anger. She only laughed. But our fun was interupted by a loud rumble. An unholy evil sound. We all looked down at the mist. IT was hungry.

I and my partner were first to get out. We were leaders of the group. We were followed by the others; Spike Blasts, Twisted Necks, Flame Wyrms, and Rock Eaters. I looked up at the moon. Good it was black. That meant I and Windstriker would be practicaly invisible.

We entered to village and let the workers do the...well...work. They took some livestock and a Flame Wyrm blasted at a house. I looked at Windstrike. She looked murderous. I then looked back to the village. The fight was on. After a few minutes, as it felt like, I and Windstriker saw that the dragons were losing. The Vikings were getting better. Windstrike then looked at me and I nodded. I dove.

As I dove I charged up a blast and heard my own Death Storm shriek. I released my flame and shot the watch tower, hoping I hadn't hit any humans. I then shot back up into the sky before anyone could notice. Windstrike gave me a "Nice Shot" look then she dove. I heard the shriek she made with her wings instead of her voice which gave her, her name. She then released her blast.

Windstrike was unique even in her fire. Her blast of flame was pure white. While other Night Furies shot blue. She also had wings that could slice through the air. That was her signiture shreik.

She rose up again and we hung back for a while. I scanned the ground then saw a pair of bolas, as I had learned them to be called, came hurtling towards Windstrike. She was totaly oblivious.

I acted quickly. I dove at her as she was swooping back up and the bolas hit me. I felt myself falling. And then Windstrike. We were shot. We were down.

Chapter 1. Chapter two is coming soon.