GENDERBEND! HTTYD!

The Viking and the Dragon Maiden.

Summary; While Ash (Male Astrid!) and his friends are out sailing, they end up shipwrecked on a island outside the Archipelago. Imaging his shock, when he meets a young girl on the island. A girl with black and red armor made of scales, a sword that can turn itself alight, and a Night Fury by her side?

Prologue.

Berk.

Ash's POV.

"Congratulations! You are now official Vikings!" Stoick the Vast proclaimed to the elder Vikings, who cheered for me and my friends.

I'm Ash. I'm part of the Hairy Hooligan Tribe of Berk. Why we decided to call our tribe such a stupid name, I'll never know, but we just became real Vikings!

My friends were right beside me, wearing proud smiles on their faces.

Snotlout. Cocky, annoying, unbearable. Don't get me wrong, he's a great fighter and can be a good guy, when he's not trying to either impress me or show me up.

Fishlegs. Sensitive, caring, and is literally a walking encyclopedia of Dragon knowledge. Not the fittest of Vikings, but is a good person to have when in a tight spot.

Then the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Her rough, him tough, her snarky, him cocky, both utter pranksters. Though they both can be a bit... hard to control and completely unpredictable, when one half is in trouble, the other won't stop until they're safe and sound.

Me? I pride myself in being confident, strong and quick-thinking in the heat of battle. Though I'll admit, I'm a bit of a short fuse and a little... nonsensitive, I'm still a great warrior and I'm getting greater still. I'm just hoping that maybe I can earn the approval of my chief.

I was hoping that he would make me chief after he saw what I was made of. Everyone heard the story of how his family died. His wife died given birth to his daughter, but during a raid, a Stormcutter broke into his house, found the infant child in the crib and then flew off, with the babe in his talons. Stoick's hatred for Dragons grew and he never married again since. He announced that one day, when a Viking proved himself worthy of the title, he would elect them the next chief. Sure Snotlout was his nephew, but he wasn't exactly worthy of being chief, and Stoick and his father, Spitelout, knew that.

After a while, Stoick raised his hand for silence, and everyone's cheers quieted down, "Now that you are true Vikings, what's your first mission going to be?"

If your wondering what he was talking about, it's the Viking's first mission. After trainees become Vikings, they choose their first mission to go on, to put their training to the real test and make their mark on history. And we knew what we wanted to do.

We all exchanged looks and nodded, before turning to our chief.

"Well Chief, me and my friends talked it over last night after our finale exam, and we know what mission we want to do."

"And...?"

"And we made our decision." I take a deep breath, knowing that what we were doing, was gonna leave the greatest mark of all history if this went well.

"We decided to go outside the Archipelago and see if we could find and bring in the Dragon Rider!"

Collective gasps shot clear into the air, Stoick was griping the throne so hard, his knuckles turned white, Gobber the Belch, his best friend and blacksmith looked shocked, but nodded in approval.

I guess I might as well tell you the legend.

There was these rumors about a mysterious Dragon Rider that rides the devil of all Dragons, the Night Fury, who attacks anyone who has captured Dragons or who has done wrong to mankind. Pirates, Dragon Hunters, even gone so far as to attack the Berserker Tribe when they started to try and enslave Dragons. Stoick hated that man with a passion and had even sent an armada to go and get him, but all of them came back empty handed, burnt but not that badly, it was the boats that needed help. They were cover in ice and scorch marks, and Stoick said that there was some monster Dragon there that breathed ice instead of fire, and was huge.

Stoick sent ship after ship and hired the best Dragon Hunters money could buy, but after a quick encounter or after they found out who they would be dealing with, they said a long string of curses and then set sail home.

So whoever this Dragon Rider was, he was so strong, that people made all sorts of rumors about him. Like how he was actually a Dragon who could shape shift into the form of anyone to trick his enemies, or had Dragon horns on his head, or wings on his back, or how he got some serious burns from a Monstrous Nightmare and it drove him mad.

I have doubts about those rumors, but what I do believe in is that he is out there, and lived outside the Archipelago, which was surrounded by a raging storm. Everyone gave up trying to catch him.

Until today.

This was how we were gonna make our mark. We were gonna find this Dragon Rider, kick his ass, burn down his Dragon fleet, and then give him a good stretch in prison.

I smirked inwardly at the idea of me throwing a bonded and bruised Dragon Rider in the cells after a good beating.

"Are you sure this is what you want, son? This Dragon Rider is a very dangerous man, with an entire army of Dragons at his command!" Stoick and I have a bit of a father/son relationship, so it was understandable that he wanted me to pull out.

"This is what Gobber trained us for. We're ready!" I called out, and my friends nodded. Stoick stared at us for a long time, before sighing.

"Very well. Get a good nights rest. You set out first thing in the morning."

I smiled.

Adventure, here we come!

The Next Day.

"Good luck, boy-o!" Spitelout clapped Snotlout roughly on the shoulder, making him winch, before smiling, "Won't need it." and with that, he jumped on the ship that Stoick got ready for us. The Storm surrounding the Archipelago was treacherous, even more so then Alvin the Treacherous. So we needed a strong ship if we were gonna have any chance to survive. I can't help but remember the twins 'slogan' the night we decided to do this. 'If the Storm doesn't kill you, the Dragon Rider will'.

I told them that it was a very crude slogan.

Speaking of the twins, they were trying to beat each other to the boat, going as far as to push each other off the dock.

Fishlegs, to absolutely no-one's surprise, has packed all the books about Dragons from the library, including some blank books so that he could document the Dragons himself. Considering if we got there alive...

No. Don't think like that, Ash. This is your time now, and nothing is gonna stop you!

I turned to look at the chief, who was looking at me with a worried, yet proud look. He nodded to me, and I nodded back, hoping onto the ship, ready to set off. I already said goodbye to my mother, and I was ready to go.

I'll bring this Dragon Rider to justice. And prove I'm worthy of being chief.

"Well, Ash," I turned around to see Fishlegs, waiting for orders, "What do we do first?" I smiled, nodding.

"Let's head out! Snotlout, get the sails up! Ruff, Tuff, check the supplies, don't eat them! Fishlegs, keep a good eye out for anything as we go!" they all nodded and went to do what they need to do. I went over to the wheel and waited.

The sails were set, Ruff and Tuff saluted to me, so I'm guessing that the food is still intact. For now anyway. And Fishlegs came over, saying that North was a good bet.

"Let's kick some Dragon Rider ass!" Snotlout shouted so loud, the Gods could hear, making the villagers laugh. I laughed too, shaking my head, but nodded.

"Fishlegs! Way the anchor!" I called and he nodded, and pulled the anchor onto the ship, setting us off.

We heard cries of luck and farewell behind us, and all turned and waved them goodbye, before the fog consumed us.

I smirked.

Watch out Dragon Rider.

I'm coming for you.