Berk. The not-so peaceful island of dragon raids, and chaotic Vikings. Tonight was one of those nights. Dragons swooped over the roof tops, setting homes ablaze. While all the Vikings were at the base of the island, attacking any dragon that was low enough; a curious Stormcutter made its way inside the chiefs' hut. Its four, sand colored wings dragging against the walls as it wandered towards a small cradle that nested a baby boy. His auburn hair scattered a top his head, and his wide green eyes staring at the dragon. The boy made a small laugh that flowed into the ears of his mother, Valka, who was fighting alongside her husband, Stoick the Vast. The mother looked at her house at the top of the hill, and saw a dragon's tail in the front door. Panicked, she gripped her weapon, and ran to save her son.

She reached her home, and her ax banged against the door, startling the Stormcutter that grabbed the baby's cradle, and flew out of the house.

"Stoick!" She cried as she watched, helplessly, as the dragon flew off with her child. "It took Hiccup!"

Stoick ran to her. Wildly firing bolas at the dragon, but all of them missed.

…

The Stormcutter took the child to what a dragon-lover would call a Dragon Paradise. Green trees popping up, creating homes for smaller dragons. The whole island was surrounded by light blue ice.

The dragon set down the cradle, and other dragons circled it, seeing a happy baby enjoying the sight of so many dragons.

It was soon forgotten that the young thing brought to the island was a Viking. The dragons had raised it as their own, teaching it the language of the dragons. To normal Vikings it would sound like grunts and growls, but to the boy it was even more. Each growl meant something. Not always meaning "Something isn't right." Majority of the time it was the dragons telling him to be careful, or "Hop on, let's go for a ride."

It's an amazing language, but the boy wanted to learn more. He wanted to learn the language of the Vikings. So, on the usual flights over the Viking islands, he would memorize what they'd say, and make up the best meanings.

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A year after Hiccup was taken from the island; a new child was born into the chiefs' family.

Haven Hannelore Haddock II.

As the girl grew up she heard the stories of how her older brother was carried by a dragon to the gates of Valhalla.

Over the years she became best friends with Astrid Hofferson, and Heather the Unhinged. In hope that one day she'd be just as fierce as them, if not fiercer! So, that one day she might be able to avenge her brother, and slay the Stormcutter that took her brother away from her family.

And thus she did become one of the fiercest on the island.