I do not own HTTYD and some chapters rated T, some T +, some T++, but I definitely quit M. I'll tell the rates.

Its fem!Hiccup and multi-formed!Toothless(Dragon-Human) plus, male!Astrid and fem!Snotlout.

My replacement name for this, female Hiccup is Hackee(chipmunk)

And for toothless, I'll name him Toyd.*whatever*

For Astrid, it's Astrix *plain, right*

As for Snotlout, Sefa.*nothing crossed my mind*

'human think'

"human say"

'dragon think'

"dragon say"

Hackee P.O.V

This, is perfect. Thirteen day north to hopeless-lifeless place and some degrees south till freezing to your death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery. My village, Berk. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for like, hundreds of years, but every single building is new. We go fishing, hunting and have one amazing view of the sunset. The only differences, are the pests. You see, usually people have mice, cockroaches, mosquitoes. We have...

"Dragons!" I slammed the door in the face of a Monstrous Nightmare that tried to roast me.

Most people would leave. Not us. We're vikings, we have stubbornness issues. The name's Hackee. Interesting right? Not the best name, I know. But not the worst, trust me. I'd rather be named after some rodents than my grandfathers. Parents believe that hideous names will frighten off gnomes and trolls. But I think instead of gnomes and trolls, pine trees will be the ones that's afraid of me.

With my door burning, i slammed it open with a crowbar near me. The door detached from the wall.

"Ouch! Hot,"

With this kind of situation, only one place to go. The forge. Bet Gobber would need my help on those weapons.

"What are you doing here?" "Get inside!" People kept shouting at me but i just ignored them.

'Yep, ran through the crowd without doing anything useful, really amusing, right?' I thought to myself.

Almost there, but I didn't realize a gronkle in front of me, I hit it.

The impact threw me backwards.

I saw fire were forming in its throat. Guess this is it.

But a force pull the gronkle's tail and threw it away.

That was..

Uhm, let me introduce you, the chief of the village, and an overprotective, complaining, father of mine, Stoick the Vast.

They say, when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off it's shoulders. Do I believe this? I don't know, maybe.

"What is she doing here? Wha-wha, what are you doing here, lad? Go inside!" he interrogated me.

"I-I was just going to the foo.." I didn't get to finish my sentence when he suddenly threw me to Gobber. "Gobber!" he shouted.

"rge!.." Gobber caught me just in time.

Well, in fact, I'm not a very much Viking-like. Unlike the other Viking women, I'm not as 'built' as them. My skinny arms and legs just can't compare to any Viking women at all. But yeah, what happened happens.

"Glad you joined the party, lass! Now get in there!" Gobber put me into the forge.

"Thought you'd been carried off." he teased.

"Who, me? No, come on. I'm way too muscular for their taste." I bent my arm. "They wouldn't know what to do with all this."

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they?" Gobber teased.

This meathead with attitude and interchangeable left hand is Gobber. He's the village black smith and he's always been like a family to me. I've been his apprentice since I was little...well, littler. He doesn't really care for people my age, but he has a soft spot for me. Maybe because I look like my mother, and he had great childhood with her being his only friend. Guess that's why he like me.

I bundled my long loose braid and took off my brown bear fur vest.

I looked outside, houses are flaming and exploding.

Got what I mean? Old village, new buildings.

Then I saw the other Viking my age put the fires out.

That's Fishlegs, my idiotic cousin Sefa, the twins: Ruffnut and Tuffnut.

And that's.. the village heartbreaker, Astrix.

He threw water in a bucket to a flame, he turned around and another fireball landed on the fire.

They joined Astrix and walked beside him. Oh, their job is so much cooler.

I was about to jump out the window, but Gobber got my collar with his right hand.

"Not so fast, lassie," he put me back in. "Oh, come on, Gobber, I need to make my mark," I pleaded.

"But you've made plenty marks, all at the wrong places,"

"Please. Two minutes. I'll kill a dragon. My life will infinitely get better, I might even got a boyfriend," I complained.

"Okay, one day, a boy will see you, but what will you do out there? You can't lift a hammer. You can't swing an ax. You can't even throw one of these." he lifted a bolas, and a Viking outside snatched it and threw it to a Zippleback and tied the necks together.

"Okay, fine." I admitted. "But this, bad boy over here, will throw it for me." I pat my invented bolas launcher. Sadly, it snapped open and launched a bolas right at a Viking outside. "Really?!" Gobber exclaims. "Don't worry, he's a Viking, he'll live," I let out an awkward grin.

"Now this right here is what I'm talking about." Gobber says approached me.

"Mild calibration issue..."

"No, Hackee! If you ever want to get out there to fight dragons, you need to stop all...this."

"But you just gestured all of me." I complained.

"Yes, that's it." Gobber poked my shoulder. "Stop being all of you. Oh, yes."

I started to see his meaning. "Oh, you, sir, are playing a dangerous game." I said sarcastically. "Keeping this much raw Vikingness contain? There will be consequences!" I tried to intimidate him.

Gobber replied in a bored voice, "I'll take my chances. Sword! Sharpen! Now." he handed me a sword. I put on my work apron and started sharpening the sword with a scowl.

One day, I'll get out there, cuz killing a dragon is everything around here. A Nadder head will at least gain me some respect. Gronkles are tough. Taking down one of those would definitely get me way more attention, maybe even a boyfriend. A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the stats. And then there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings go after those. These have a nasty habit of setting themselves on fire. But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one's ever seen before. We call it the…

"Night Fury!" some Viking yelled. "Get down!"

This, creature never steals food, never shows itself and above all...never misses. No one has ever killed a Night Fury, and that's why, I swear I'm going to be first.

Gobber swapped his hammer hand to an axe.

See? Interchangeable left hand.

"Man the forge, Hackee. They need me out there." He walked out the door, and turned over turned. "Just. Stay. Put. There. Ah, you know what I mean." he shouted a battle cry and raced into battle.

"This is it, now or never!" I said to myself.

When I can't see Gobber anymore, I threw my work apron and replaced it with my fur vest, then took my arrow launcher, which I dumbly thought it was the bolas launcher, and raced outside the shop. Some Vikings shouted telling me to go inside. I just ignored them and pushed it through all the chaos to a quiet spot on the cliff nearby the forge. I quickly set up the launcher and got ready, waiting for anything to fly by.

"Come on. Gimme something to shoot at. Gimme something to shoot at." I heard the faint roar of the Night Fury. I searched the sky for target. All I could see was clouds, but wait, a silhouette, Night Fury! Not definitive, but when will I get another chance? I took aim and saw the torch light fire. as I saw the dragon fly by, I pulled the trigger. The trigger release managed to throw me back, but the arrow was launched. I quickly stood as I realised it was the arrows and gasped. I heard another roar and saw the silhouette fall into the forest. "I hit it. Yes. I freaking hit it!" She cheered. "Did anybody see that?" I looked around to find anyone, but instead, I turned back and a Nightmare glaring at me. "Except for you, freak," I mumbled.

Dad was busy tying down a Nadder when he saw me running away from a Nightmare.

"Shit!" I let out a long shout at the Nightmare.

He groaned before heading toward them. "Do not let them escape!" he shouted.

I barely dodged the the Nightmare as I ran, not caring and just hitting everything in front of my way. I managed to stand behind a torch post, but that, freaking dragon just seemed to follow me and breathed fire against the torch post. I peaked around to see if it was still there, only to see dad attack it and threw a hammer towards its snout. The dragon tried to breathe fire on dad, but it was out of fuel for it's flames. "You're all out, heh, jerk?" Stoick said. Then he punched it. The dragon's only choice was to run away.

The post fell down, causing the lit torch to roll through the village. I flinched with every sound the torch made when it hit something. I turned around and saw disappointed look on dad's face. "Sorry, Dad." I said sheepishly.

Everyone saw the dragons getting away with more of their livestock. "Okay, but I hit a Night Fury." My dad grabbed me and dragged me all the way to my house in the middle of the crowd. "It's not like the last few times, Dad! I mean, I really, actually hit it! A Night Fury!" I kept protesting. "You guys were busy. I had a very clear shot. It went down just off to Raven Point. Let's get a search party out there, before-"

"Stop!" dad snapped at me. He didn't seem to care. "Just stop. Every time you step outside, disaster falls. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? 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?"

"This isn't a joke, Hackee!" Stoick then sighed. "Why can't you just, just follow the simplest orders?"

"I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just kill it, like you said Mom did. It's who I am, Dad." Hazel stated.

"Yeah, you're many things, Hackee. But dragon slayer is just not one of them... and neither is being your mother." He muttered the last part to himself, but I could hear it. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes. That was really getting into me. 'Am I really that, bad? I just want to be like my mom. Am I really a burden, or even a disgrace to my dad?' Suddenly earth came back to me, "Get back to the house." Stoick turned to Gobber. "Someone make sure she gets there. I have some mess to clean up."

Gobber gently placed a hand on my shoulder only to watch me walking away and stomp a few paces ahead of him. He knew dad missed mom, and he also knows I tried to be like my mom just to make my dad proud. But this was hurtful. He knew dad didn't mean to hurt me, but it just still, hurts.

"Nice performance," Tuffnut mocked me.

"I've never seen someone messed up that bad," Ruffnut continued.

"That failure was inspiring! Genius! We bow to you!" Great, now my idiotic cousin speaks.

I kept walking and ignored everything the teenagers said as my silent tears fall. Fishlegs and Astrix just stared at me silently.

"You know what? You can just stand there, mocking me all day, or you can just f*ck off," I put up both my middle fingers to them.

It's almost dawn, and we nearly reached my house.

"Am I really that lame? I really did hit one." I shouted. Maybe the whole houses near me can hear it.

"Sure,"

"He never listens."

"It runs the family."

"And when he does, it's with this disappointed scowl like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich. *Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring. I ordered a large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side. This here is a female talking fishbone*. It's like I don't matter to him."

"No, you're thinking about this all wrong. It's not so much what you look like, it's what on the inside that he can't stand." Gobber didn't realize what he really said until he saw the tears come out again.

'No matter how much dad ignored me, I still got some of him in me.' I think to myself. Unrealising Gobber could hear that.

I wiped away the tears on my cheek harshly with the sleeve of my blue tunic.

"Thank you for summing that up." I said sarcastically.

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

"I just wanna be one of you guys, especially like mom! What's so bad about that?!" I slammed the door in Gobber's face. The blacksmith was tempted to go in and give mel a piece of his mind. But he stopped when he heard me sobbing and shouting. He definitely knows this is one of those times I need mom. As Gobber turned to leave, I dried my tears, grabbed my notebook and my charcoal pencil, and ran to the forest through the back door. I'm going to find this freaking piece of sh*t called Night Fury, and prove to dad I'm worth his pride don't f**king care about what people might say. So I ran, entering the forest, to my destiny.

Yes, finally this freaking chapter one is done.

You might find this story have some similar word to How To Train Your Dragon by PunkMutantGargoyleChica, because I find the grammars are just like I want.

I'm sorry, PunkMutantGargoyleChica. I didn't mean to copy you.

And, above all, this is it! Please insert something at the magic white box below after reading.

Reviews are very welcome, see you soon in chapter two! ^.^