Hello! I'm SoManyFandoms OwO! So, welcome to Hailey! Basically, this story is the first movie but in an AU where Hiccup has a sister. It's mostly the same, except there some changes because of the addition of an entirely new character. I'm not really that experienced with writing fanfictions yet, so please be patient, I really hope you like it!

I do not own the How to Train Your Dragon franchise, only my OC, Hailey.

This is Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing To Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word, sturdy. It's been here for seven generations but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunset. The only problem is the pest… Hailey.

Well, no. That's only my personal opinion. Actually, everyone else in the entire village adores her. The real pests are the dragons. They're the reason why we have new houses. They've burned down everything over the years. Oh, boy, I'm rambling again, aren't I? Well, to put it simply, my personal problem is Hailey, my all but perfect sister.

"Dragons!" Great. Just great. Another dragon raid. Let me explain. For some bizarre reason, dragons come every few nights to kill us and steal our food. We usually kill a good number of them every time that happens, but if that scared them they'd be long gone by now. Nope. Dragons have continued to attack us all seven generations.

"Come 'ere, lad, gotta repair them weapons," A chunky man missing half his limbs bustles past me, holding various sharp metal objects that could easily do the same to me. "Yer on sharpening duty." He dumps his load onto the counter and I get to work.

"Why isn't Hiccup going out to help the fire brigade?" Ah, and there she is. Hailey herself. Even at thirteen, she doesn't understand that no good could come out of me. Except for maybe pointy things to stab dragons with.

"He's needed here." The man from before answers gruffly from his station in the forge. That's Gobber, my mentor. Resident blacksmith of the village. He believes I'm meant for the forge, and the forge only. He treats me better than my dad, though.

I laugh, "Right. No, Hailey, it's because no one trusts me around dragons."

"Don't be like that, lad, yer needed here."

"I can be needed out there," I point out, "Maybe you can teach Hailey how to sharpen weapons instead."

"That'd be cool," Hailey amends.

Gobber rolls his eyes, "You'd be eaten in ten seconds."

"Eaten? Me?" I retort, "I have too much raw vikingness to just simply eat." I pose, showing off my nonexistent biceps.

"Sure, sure, even dragons need toothpicks." Gobber disregards me easily.

At this, Hailey laughs. I glare at her. "What? It was funny." She exclaims defensively.

"Maybe if I can't be part of the fire brigade I can go… fight?" I ask hopefully.

Gobber stiffens, "That's even worse."

I dash into my private section of the forge. I wheel out a complicated contraption that looks kind of like a mess. It's so much more than that. This will earn me redemption in front of the whole village! "Gobber, I can fight with this!" I can't help the enthusiasm bubbling from my voice. "It's a long-range bola launcher!" The machine suddenly launches a stray bola that solidly clocks a viking in the face.

Gobber looks at him with exasperation.

"Minor calibration issue," I reassure him.

"Yeah, right. Yer father told me ter keep ya in here." Gobber says. "Ya just will get both of us in trouble."

"It'll work!" I protest, and before he can stop me, I scoot out the door, all the way to an outcropping on the edge of the cliff. Of course, being me, I encounter some disapproval along the way.

"Ye should've stayed in the forge!"

"What are you doing out here?"

"Get back inside!"

A dragon swoops towards a cluster of houses and completely torches them, squawking and diving away from the shower of weapons thrown at it. The two-legged dragon, with some of the hottest fire and poisonous spikes, because surely it isn't dangerous enough yet, is classified as a Deadly Nadder.

The fire brigade rushes by, lead by Astrid Hofferson, the best warrior of our age, and everyone dumps their buckets of water on the burning buildings. She turns away from the house, the vibrant colors of the fire illuminating her features. She looks calm yet unforgiving. Her spike-studded skirt billows around her. Her little bits of armor glow in the orange light. She looks totally badass.

I chide myself for being a loser and I set my gaze on my task.

Still in awe from the sight of Astrid, I stare up at the pitch black sky dotted with pinpricks of light. "Give me something to shoot at, give me something to shoot at!" I whisper. Then, I spot a slight distortion that seems to be traveling in a somewhat linear fashion. Every viking knows what this means.

Night Fury.

The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself, it has never been seen up close by vikings. Either that or those vikings never lived to tell the tale. It shoots deadly purple plasma blasts. They are deadly fast, faster than probably most other dragons. Strangely enough, it never comes near to the village to steal food itself. It actually just provides vicious support.

This is my chance! If I killed this Night Fury, then Astrid would totally fall for me. I'd be the hero of Berk! I aim towards the distortion carefully, tracing its movements for a few moments before finally letting go.

As I let go, I trip backward, possibly launching the bola the wrong way. I'm done for. I lost my chance!

The bola soars out of sight. The black shape in the sky suddenly plummets downward. I can't believe my eyes. I did it!

But not in time to notice that a dragon has crept up on me. A Monstrous Nightmare, to be exact. Well, I'm officially screwed. I run from the beast, but the blasted thing is quick too. It soon backs me up against a wooden pole holding a giant torch.

"Hiccup!" A mountain of a man, Stoick the Vast (my Dad), swinging an equally intimidating ax, half growls, half yells in my direction. He charges towards me and engages the dragon in combat. The dragon is quickly restrained (I'm not surprised, actually, because this is the guy who popped a dragon's head off its neck as an infant.), but while struggling for freedom, its long tail sweeps out and crashes against the pole.

The torch falls off and rolls down the slope of the village, burning everything in its path. Duh duh-duh, I'm dead.

I watch the flaming carnage, flinching every time the rolling torch hits a bump. "Hiccup!" My dad roars. I turn towards the voice reluctantly. The Monstrous Nightmare has now been subdued, which gives time for my dad to… well… kill me.

"Uh… hi, Dad."

"What the Hel were you doing outside?" He gestured angrily towards the smoking remains of the houses that had been burned down by me. "Look what you've done, boy. I thought we made it clear you were to stay inside! I have bigger things to worry about! Don't you see that you're wasting my time? Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

"I can't stop myself! Every time I see a dragon, I just have to kill it, ya know? It's who I am, Dad."

"You're many things, Hiccup, but a dragon killer isn't one of them. Maybe I should have your sister teach you on following orders. She's younger than you yet she's never caused a problem for me! Why can't you be more like her?"

"Uh, well…" I stuttered, "but I hit a Night Fury." I say this as if it will justify everything. And I'm hoping it does.

The massive man snorted in disbelief. "You? A Night Fury? Get back inside, boy, and learn to tell the truth while you're at it."

My sister, who has somehow found a way to get into the middle of the "Let's Kill Hiccup!" circle, tries to stand up for me. "But if Hiccup says he shot one…"

Dad shakes his head, "Hailey, this is your brother we're talking about. Now go inside, get some rest." It's pretty clear which one of us he cares for more. His voice got warmer by thirty degrees when he addressed her.

He gives me one last long stare, then turns away.

My heart sinks. I'll just have to bring the head of the Night Fury to him.

"Jeez, who yakked in his mead?" Hailey scoffs, "I, for a fact, believe that you did shoot it. My brother isn't a liar."

"But desperate people take desperate measures." A voice smirks from nearby. I don't need to look up to recognize it. It's my cousin, Snotlout. He's my age, and he was part of the fire brigade earlier. He certainly had the brawn for it. Brain? Who cares? Only leaders need those. Along with the muscles, of course.

Snickering from behind the arrogant boy were the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Now those two had no brains either, and they weren't as strong as Snotlout. Unlike me, they were still able to handle weapons. Me? Oh no, I'd cut a leg off by accident.

My skin prickles with annoyance. Why couldn't they find something else to do? I feel my sister gaze at me sadly, but I ignore her and set off on a faster pace.

Gobber catches up to me, sighing.

"I really did hit one." I insist. "He just never listens."

"Runs in the family." Gobber points out.

"It's like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich." I begin to mimic Dad. "Excuse me, barmaid! I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring! I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side! This here, this is a talking fishbone!"

"Now, Hiccup, yer father doesn't-"

I blatantly ignore him and continue, "Let's try this again, shall we? Ah, there we go! Finally, I get the right one! A perfect girl who follows orders, has brains, and can use almost every weapon? Now this, this is a child worthy of the Haddock name! You can have this fishbone back!"

"Hiccup. Don't talk about yer sister that way." Gobber's voice gets dangerously low. "That's not how it works, ya know. Yer sister seems perfect because she's doing what she's good at. You, however, are trying to do something that yer not made for."

I walk into my house and start to close the door behind me. "I just wanna be one of you guys."

I need to find it. In my excitement, I shove a dagger in my pocket and then thank Odin that I didn't stab myself by accident in the process. I sneak into the hallway. After last night, there's no way Dad would trust me on my own.

Hailey's door is cracked open which probably means that she's gone already. Thank Thor. One less problem to deal with.

I manage to get to the edge of the forest without being seen. To my dismay, Hailey is talking to the Gang there.

Even worse, she sees me.

"Hiccup, are you going to look for the Night Fury now? Can I come?"

I shrug, "I'd rather go alone." I can't let her take this from me.

"Hey, Hailey, at least that increases the chance of your useless brother getting eaten today." Snotlout adds unhelpfully.

She ignores him.

Astrid mutters, "You believe him?"

"I'm his sister. Of course I believe him!" Hailey says pointedly.

"Huh. That's interesting," Ruffnut interjects, gesturing towards her brother, "I don't believe him, and he's my brother."

"Maybe because I'm not a muttonhead." Hailey proposes.

"Hey, are you calling me a muttonhead?"

"But you are one." Tuffnut taunts.

"Well shut up, trollface!" The twins attack each other with a ferocity that could be helpful against the dragons… if used against the dragons that is. At this current stage, it probably isn't helping. On second thought, it most definitely isn't helping.

I take this new distraction as an opportunity to leave.

After a couple hours, I start losing hope. I could've sworn it fell around Raven's Point!

"Oh the gods hate me," I muttered, "Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon!"

I push through more undergrowth and swat a branch out of my face. Thwack! It returns to slap my face.

Adrenaline courses through my veins. Beyond the stupid and petty tree branch, I can see a giant mass of black scales! The Night Fury!

Ignoring the painful scratch on my face, I sprint towards the dragon. "I did it! I really did it! Oh, this changes everything!"

Now I just have to kill it.

I just… stab it, right?

I hold my dagger above the dragon. Its eyes are unreadable but its gaze seems to pierce me right to my soul.

I close my eyes.

I take a deep breath.

The dragon's expression flashes through my head. His green eyes narrowed at me, watching my every move, feeling helpless… anxiously awaiting his fate. It hits me then. The dragon is afraid. He's afraid, just like I am. It's like looking into a mirror.

He's just like me.

I-I can't do it.

I open my eyes again, and before I can change my mind, I start cutting the ropes of the bola still tied around the Night Fury.

As soon as the main ropes are cut, he shakes himself free. Then his gaze locks onto mine. He charges.

I'm sorry to admit that I backed away screaming.

In mere seconds I find myself backed up against a large rock. The dragon is glaring at me with nothing but anger. I don't blame him. I almost took his life. The black scaly offspring of lightning and death itself was so close to me that I could smell his dragon breath. His wings expand to look more menacing and it works. I'm pressing myself against the rock desperately, gasping for air. I'm terrified, and for the first time in my life, I'm praying that I can become even more of a fishbone so I might back away from it more.

Oh, Thor. I'm going to die.

The Night Fury leans even closer to me, his teeth bared in a malicious snarl.

He roars.

Oh, Thor. Oh, Thor.

He stops.

Anyone hungry? There's grilled Hiccup on the menu today!

The Night Fury suddenly turns around and hurries away from me, crashing through the undergrowth.

I'm… alive.

I'm alive!

Wait a minute.

All dragons kill humans without a second thought. No one had ever survived a Night Fury sighting before. It was unheard of!

Then why was it, that I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, the failure of all failures, still standing here alive?

Why did you spare me, Night Fury?

What did you guys think? I hope you guys enjoyed it, really. Please review, as the feedback would be really helpful. I'm a growing writer, so please be patient with me. If you guys have any questions, comments, or concerns, don't be shy to PM me about it! Otherwise, just have a great day, I guess. See you guys next chapter! Thanks for reading!

-SoManyFandoms OwO

SoManyFandoms: Whew! Finally got that out of the way!

Hiccup: Good job.

Hailey: Hiccup, don't be sarcastic!

Hiccup: Why not? I have to put up with you now. I had enough problems without a sister. I caused havoc just fine.

Hailey: Don't listen to him, SoManyFandoms! You did great!

SoManyFandoms: Wow. You are way too positive.

Hiccup: Honestly though. The ignorance of being thirteen.

SoManyFandoms: Ignorance indeed.

Hailey: Whose side are you on?