Hey there, people! This story is going to be in Fem!Hiccup's P.O.V. the entire time. If I get enough encouragement and ideas, I'll write spinoffs through the other characters' P.O.V.s. Please enjoy!

BTW: Asher=Astrid, as if you didn't know.

Berk

Welcome to Berk. It snows nine months out of the year, and hails the other three. It's an old village, but every single building is new.

Why? Well, you'll see in just a moment.

Berk is a horrible, drab place full of crazy Vikings. I am one of them, but not as crazy or Viking as the rest. My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. I am sixteen years old…

…and the only daughter of our leader, Stoic the Vast.

The worst thing about Berk, though, is the pests.

You see, some places have mosquitos or tarantulas. We have—

"Dragons," I breathe, slamming the door as a Monstrous Nightmare shoots a fireball towards me. I doubt I'd make a good meal for him, though—I'm very slim. I weigh less than a boy half my age in the village.

I rush out of my house, which is now burning.

Do you see why all of our buildings are new?

I start to run to the smith. Around me, I hear Vikings cry, "Hiccup?" "Why are you out?" "Get inside, Whelp!" I ignore them.

Inside the smith is my mentor, Gobber the Belch. He's one of Dad's friends. His right foot and left hand are missing due to two separate Dragon attacks on him. He runs the smith, and also teaches new recruits how to kill Dragons.

"Hello, Miss Hiccup!" Gobber says brightly, as if half the village isn't already ablaze. "Nice night, isn't it?"

"Yeah, lovely," I say sarcastically. I grab all the weapons from one of the shelves and dunk them on the counter for the fighting Vikings to grab quickly.

I looked out the window and saw my fellow Berk teens. First was Snotlout, my cousin. He was short, dumb, and very burly. He had black hair mashed under his Viking helmet and a stupid looking face. Then the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Ruff's a girl and Tuff's a boy, but, other than that, they're just alike. Fishlegs was waddling to keep up with the rest, his outstanding weight keeping him well behind the group.

Then, the one in the center.

Asher Hoffander.

He is, in a word, perfect. He's tall, muscly, and has flowing blond hair and the most beautiful blue eyes ever. I've had a crush on him since I could see, but he'd never notice me. I absentmindedly finger my long, reddish brown hair. It's flat and dull, but long enough for me to sit on.

Asher probably likes blondes, too. Why not? They're prettier than me, anyway. People have been talking about a potential arranged marriage between Asher and Ruffnut, the only blonde girl in the village.

Besides, even if I was blonde, he'd never go for me. I'm short, scrawny, and get sick every other week.

"Hey, Gobber?" I ask, cheeks aflame. I'm sure that goes along quite well with the motley of freckles outlining my eyes, which are a blue-green color.

"What 'tis is, Dear?" he asks absentmindedly, stroking his blond moustache.

"Uh, do you think I could…go outside?"

Gobber does a double take. "No, Hiccup! Yer father would kill me if I let you out." He gestured to the assortment of weapons being snatched up. "Ye can't use a hammer, ye can't swing an axe, and ye can't use one o' these!" He held up a bolas, which was quickly ripped from his hands by a burly Viking and thrown at a Deadly Nadder in the sky.

"That," I interrupt, wheeling one of my inventions out of the dark corner of the shop, "is why I made this to throw it for me!" I pull the lever, intending to show it off, but the bolas hits another Viking in the head, knocking him unconscious. I laugh nervously. "Mild calibration issue," I defend.

Gobber hooks my tunic and moves me away from the door. "I don't think so, Missy. Yer stayin' in here, where yer safe."

"Please, Gobber!" I plead, actually getting on my knees.

He growled, "If ye want t' get out there and kill Dragons, ye've got t' stop all of…this." At this, he made a vague hand gesture.

"You just gestured to all of me," I point out.

"Yes!" he cries, as if I've just solved the mystery of life itself. "Stop bein' all o' you!"

I groan, take a sword from him, and start to sharpen it. I think about the possibilities. If I were to kill a Nadder, it'd at least get me noticed. A Gronkle might get me a boyfriend (hopefully Asher, but I'm not that choosey.). A Zippleback? Two heads means twice the status. Then there's the Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go for those. They have this nasty habit of setting themselves on fire.

Just as I think that, one bursts into flames at the top of the watch tower. Asher and his group refill their buckets and race to put the flames out, leaving me watching. I almost don't notice the drool coming out of my mouth.

"Night Fury!" a Viking calls. I wouldn't be surprised if he's wetting himself.

No one has ever seen a Night Fury. They never reveal themselves, never steal food—

BOOM! There goes the lighthouse.

-and never miss their target.

No one's ever killed a Night Fury. That's why I'm gonna be the first.

I can see it now. I drag the Night Fury's limp carcass into town, where the villagers applaud me. My father is crying out of joy. Tuffnut, Snotlout, and Fishlegs bombard me with date invitations. Just as I'm about to reject them all, Asher pushes through and says, "Sorry, boys, but she's already taken," and kisses me.

I'm snapped out of my daydream as Gobber says to me, "Man the fort, Hiccup. They need me to fight." He rushes out of the shop, waving his newly-applied axe prosthetic wildly and screaming.

I take the chance to wheel my invention out to the only quiet part of town, pushing through the confused and worried Vikings. When I finally got an open area, I looked through the viewfinder. "C'mon, give me something to shoot at."

The sky is an inky black, dotted with the tiny points of lights known as stars. I heard a sonic boom as the Night Fury hits another target. I get a faint black silhouette against the blazing orange fire that was once the watch tower. I release the lever and shoot.

The force of the shot knocks me to the ground, making me grunt. I ignore the shock my butt just got and listen intently. There! The cry! I follow the sound until it lands, somewhere close to Raven Point.

"I got a Night Fury," I whisper, disbelievingly. Then I shout, "Yes! I just took down a Night Fury! Did anybody see that?" I turn around, expecting to see a sea of cheering Vikings, but I only see the Nightmare. "Except for you," I say blandly, pointing at the Dragon.

It opens its mouth.

I do the only thing I can think of. I take off down the road, screaming. The Dragon chases me—why, I have no clue. I probably don't taste good. Too thin, you know.

I've caught the attention of Asher, who was chasing the Nightmare. He knocks me to the ground and attempts to distract the Dragon. "Get out of here, Hiccup! The last thing we need is an angry Stoic!"

I'd jump off a cliff if he told me to.

I nod and take off down the road again, still screaming for help—this time, for Asher. No matter how amazing he is, there's no way a seventeen-year-old who hasn't been through Dragon Training could take on a Nightmare by himself.

I attract the attention of my father, who immediately yells, "Who let Hiccup outside during a raid?" The sea of fighting Vikings shake their heads to say it wasn't them. Father turns back to me. "What 'tis it, Hiccup? I'm busy!" His long, red hair is singed at the ends from the Dragons' fire and his green eyes had a hint of bloodlust hiding in the corners. Though I won't admit it, my father scares me sometimes.

"Asher…" I pant, doubled over. "Asher…up the road…Nightmare…alone!"

His eyes widen. He barks to a few other Vikings, "Follow me! Hoffander's boy is in trouble!" They start to run towards where Asher is battling the Nightmare alone, and I feel a weight lift off my shoulders. If my father was there, Asher would be fine.

I feel a sudden jerk on the back of my tunic, lifting me into the air. "I thought I told ye t' stay INSIDE," Gobber yells, his eyes alit. "Why did ye leave the smith?"

"I did it, Gobber!" I say enthusiastically. "I took down a Night Fury! It crashed near Raven Point!"

Father and his group already finished up the Nightmare and were approaching when my claim rang out. Every Viking in the vicinity, excluding Asher, Father, and Gobber, double over laughing. Asher and Father facepalm. I'm sure Gobber would too, if not for his only free hand being in the form of an axe. He settled for giving me a doubtful look.

"It's true!" I defend. "It really happened this time, Dad! I used my new invention to throw the bolas at it! You gotta believe me!"

Dad groans and looks at Asher. "Good work, m'boy. I feel bad for asking this, since ye've already helped us so much, but could ya escort Hiccup home? We need t' have a meeting, so I can't."

Asher nods. "Of course, sir." Oh, his voice just makes me melt like chocolate. Gobber lowers me to the ground, letting Asher take my elbow and lead me towards my house.

A few moments later, Asher and I arrive at my home, which now has a gaping hole in the roof. I hope it doesn't rain tonight.

He lets go of my elbow. "You need to be more careful, Hiccup," he reprimands, looking worried. "You could have been killed by that Nightmare tonight!" The sun is just starting to peek up behind the mountain range a few miles away from the village, catching in his hair and turning it golden. I flush and turn away.

Asher groans at me. "Fine, be like that. I'll see you around." He spun on his heel and stalks back to the village.

As if I'm going to stay inside! I've gotta find that Dragon.

In the next chapter: Hiccup finds the Night Fury, Asher is even more epic than he already is, and Stoic decides to send Hiccup to Dragon Training. See you soon!