Hazel and Astrid may be adoptive sisters, but they are still like sisters. The duo meets Valka, Hazel's long-lost mother and learn to stop a war due to Drago Bludvist threatening to ruin the peace and take Berk's dragons for his own. Follows How to Train Your Dragon 2.
Chapter 1: Of adventures and Dragon Racing
This... is Berk. The best kept secret this side of, well, anywhere. Granted, it may not look like much, but this wet heap of rock packs more than a few surprises. Life here is amazing, ever since my adopted sister, Astrid and I had befriended Dragons. It's just not for the faint of heart. See, where most folks enjoy hobbies like whittling or needlepoint, we Berkians prefer a little something we like to call-DRAGON RACING!
Today, the Berserkers and the Outcasts where there to discuss what had been going on in the world in their respective tribe. Together, Stoick was with Alvin and Gobber, waiting for the Berserkers led by Dagur and Mala and watching as the dragon racing went on. All the Dragons were there, except for Hazel, who went out flying and exploring with Toothless.
Fishlegs has changed a lot. He is now a smidge taller than Snotlout. He was larger, twenty years old and the only one different while Snotlout at age twenty hadn't changed for a bit. He had snuck up on Fishlegs and his Gronckle Meatlug and he and Hookfang stole the sheep Fishlegs had grabbed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Fishlegs! Did you want that?" Snotlout shouted.
"Snotlout! That's mine!" Fishlegs yelled. Snotlout was actually doing this to impress Ruffnut Thorston. He didn't hit on Astrid because she was his adopted cousin, so it felt a little weird. Instead, Ruffnut was available. He gave the sheep to her. Both Snotlout and Fishlegs were competing for her affection. The twins looked the same, however, Ruffnut had grown into a beautiful young woman, and still had three braids of her blonde hair. Meanwhile, Tuffnut had adapted dreadlocks into his. Overall, their outfit didn't change much since they were teenagers. The same could be said for Snotlout and Fishlegs, who now wore red and continued wearing a brown fur overcoat.
"Here ya go, babe," Snotlout gave her a grin. "Did I tell you that you look amazing today? `Because you do."
Ruffnut rolled her eyes and talked to her dragon. "Come on, Barf. It's starting to stink around here." She and Tuffnut switched places. Tuffnut didn't like that Snotlout and Fishlegs were fighting over his sister, but it was still entertaining watching them spar with each other.
"Nope. Still hates you. Let's blow this place, Belch!" Tuffnut shouted. Both he and Ruffnut ignited Barf and Belch's gas, and let out a flashy explosion right in Snotlout's face. Ruffnut took the sheep and put it in one of the five baskets. Each of the doors were designed by the riders, especially having the dragons' symbols on the colored doors. Meanwhile, Stoick the Vast, biological father to Hazel and adoptive father to Astrid Hofferson-Haddock.
"That's nine for the Twins, Astrid lags with three, Fishlegs and Snotlout trail with NONE!" He looks to his biological daughter's net, to find it empty as well. "And Hazel is... nowhere to be found. Hmmm," said Stoick but Alvin was not paying attention.
"Scared her off with the big talk, didn't ya, Stoick?" asked Gobber, causing Stoick to glare at his best friend.
Meanwhile, Astrid Hofferson flew down. She was as beautiful as ever at twenty years old. She wore her blonde hair in a braid, and still wore her kransen. However, she wore a red sleeveless shirt, with grey wristbands, shoulder pads, as well as fur lining on her shirt. It showed off her bare arms while she wore tan fur boots. She looked at her cousin with a glare.
"What are you doing, Snotlout?! They're going to win now!
"She's my princess! Whatever she wants, she gets."
"Ruffnut?! Didn't she try to bury you alive?!" Astrid asked.
"Only for a few hours!" Snotlout yelled but Astrid just rolled her eyes.
"It's time, Gobber," said Stoick.
"Righty-ho!" said Gobber. He walked to Snotlout's lamb launcher. At first, Gobber was skeptical of its use until Hazel told Gobber that it was fireproof. The horns sounded, meaning everyone knew exactly what was coming.
"The black sheep! Come on, Stormfly! We can still win this thing!" shouted Astrid.
"Come on, Barf!" shouted Ruffnut.
"Let's go!" shouted Tuffnut.
"Go, Meatlug!" yelled Fishlegs. Meanwhile, on the ground, Gobber wished the Black Sheep luck.
"This is your big moment," said Gobber. "Have a nice flight!"
The sheep was not sure what he meant UNTIL it was launched into the air. Soon, all the dragons were a frenzy as they chased after the Black Sheep.
Dragons used to be a bit of a problem here. But that was five years ago. Now they've all moved in. And, really, why wouldn't they?
We have custom stables... all-you- can-eat feeding stations... a full-service dragon wash... Even top-of-the-line fire prevention, if I do say so myself.
Astrid steered Stormfly up but Fishlegs and Meatlug had gotten there first. She yelled in frustration as Fishlegs praised his dragon for catching the Black Sheep.
However, he threw it to Ruffnut.
"Here you go, darling. Mine's worth ten!" shouted Fishlegs.
"Yeah! The Black Sheep!" Ruffnut yelled. "I'm totally winning!" Fishlegs hovered over her and zoomed over her.
"We're winning together!" said Fishlegs but Ruffnut had Barf slamming into Meatlug and sent him and Hookfang out of their way.
"No one can stop me now!" Ruffnut yelled.
"Except for me. We're attached, genius!' Tuffnut yelled at his sister. As they fought over it, Astrid used their argument to her advantage. Her adopted father was shouting for her.
"Get `em, Astrid!" shouted Stoick, as she had been in his care since her parents' deaths. Also, Astrid had been an outcast like Hazel, so she and her could pass off as twins.
"It's MY glory! No sheep, no You're always ruining glory! EVERYTHING!"
Astrid leaped herself off of Stormfly as she ran up Belch's neck. She took the Black Sheep from their hands. Ruffnut yelled at Astrid in annoyance. She jumped back onto her dragon. Stoick shouted in joy.
"Well played! Hahaha! That's my daughter!" Stoick shouted, grabbing Alvin's shoulder. Honestly, Alvin hadn't seen Stoick this happy in a long time.
Astrid paid no attention to Fishlegs, who was using Meatlug to crash into Stormfly. Astrid was slightly off course. Snotlout and Fishlegs attempted to ambush her together.
"Uh, excuse me," said Snotlout.
"Stormfly!" Astrid shouted, she and Stormfly moved away as Snotlout threw his hammer at her. The crowd all winced, feeling her pain. Astrid and Stormfly recovered from all their rolling and looping over the water before finally dunking their black sheep into the basket.
"That's thirteen! Astrid takes the game!" Stoick shouted as Asterix exclaimed over her victory.
Yep. Berk is pretty much perfect. All of my hard work has paid off. And it's a good thing, too, because with Vikings on the backs of dragons, the world just got a whole lot bigger.
Meanwhile, far from Berk, twenty-year-old Hazel Harmonia Haddock, daughter of Stoick the Vast and granddaughter of Squidface the Terrible, Harmonia and Old Wrinkly Jorgenson, was flying with Toothless. She was wearing a brown leather breastplate and brown tunic with a dark red spiky dress. You could hardly see her face, due to it being covered by her helmet. Hazel and Toothless flew the Thunderdrums coming up from under the water.
"Yeah!" Hazel cried. Then, as they passed the Timberjacks in the Forests, Hazel wanted to try out her new contraption.
"What do you think, bud? Wanna give this another shot?" She heard Toothless protest. "Toothless! It'll be fine." She worked on this flight suit for two years and was sure it would work.
"Ready?" Toothless was not ready. He just didn't like the idea of his best friend possibly falling to her death. She pulled her "wings" out and began flying with Toothless. She was happy.
"This is amazing!" However, when she saw the clouds departing one another, Hazel panicked. She was going to hit that rock. "No longer amazing! Toothless!" Toothless blasted the rocks in a panic as his girl nearly hit that rock formation. Quickly, Toothless wrapped his wings around her, not wanting her to lose ANOTHER leg. They fell out into a small plateau as Hazel caught her breath. "That really came out of nowhere. We gotta work on your solo gliding there, bud. That locked-up tail makes for some pretty sloppy rescue maneuvers, eh?"
She reeled the dorsal fin and removed her helmet. Hazel let down her braided auburn brown hair fall down as it reached her waist. She looked around and saw they were on a new island.
"Looks like we found another one, bud," said Hazel. Toothless looked at her unamused as he shook the rock. Hazel quickly shielded herself with the wing of her flight suit. She glared at her dragon friend. "Oh, what? Do you want an apology? Is that why you're pouting, big baby boo? Well... try this on!"
She hugged Toothless, pretending to put him in a headlock.
"Ya feeling it yet? Huh? Picking up on all my heartfelt remorse?" She felt her feet being lifted off the ground as Toothless walked to the edge of the cliff to the hind legs. "Oh, come on. You wouldn't hurt a ONE-LEGGED-"
She looked down and saw how far the ground was as Hazel grabbed onto her best friend's neck. "You're right! You're right! You win! You win!" Hazel shouted in exasperation. Toothless laughed as they flopped over and began to spar with each other. Toothless pinned her down as Hazel pretended to struggle. They often played together when they were alone.
"He's down! And it's ugly!" Hazel shouted as she playfully punched him. "Dragons and Vikings, enemies again, locked in combat to the bitter - URFFF!"
Toothless rested his head on Hazel, causing her to fake a groan. However, her dragon began to lick her repeatedly before the girl could escape.
"You KNOW that doesn't wash out." Hazel said, trying to get rid of all the saliva from her flight suit and ignoring Toothless' laughter. She shook her head as she took out her sketch book and began opening the long map. She had been making it during the five-year-period. So, she was adding new lands. She took an extra piece of paper hidden in the fold of her tunic. She let Toothless lick the strip of paper. Hazel glued it in and whittled a pencil with her dagger. "
So, what should we name it?" Hazel asked, and she looked to see Toothless licking his armpit. "Itchy Armpit it is." She carefully drew the new island on her map. "Whaddya reckon, bud? Think we might find a few Timberjacks in those woods? The odd Whispering Death or two in the rocks? Another Death Song? Maybe a Snow wraith. Who knows...maybe we'll finally track down another Night Fury? Wouldn't that be something?" Hazel sighed, sometimes wishing that Toothless had a mate to be with. She looked at her dragon. "So, whaddya say? Just keep going?"
She waited for Toothless' response when the Night Fury shot up and roared. Hazel panicked until she recognized Stormfly's screech. She looked and saw Astrid approaching. Hazel hoped her sister was not there to drag her back home.