A/N: So, I couldn't take the suspense, and I had nothing better to do, so here you are! The movie from Astrid's POV! (Warning: I am strictly canon, every quote is straight from the movie unless the scene wasn't even in the movie. If you don't care, read your little heart out and please review!)

The fires of many burning houses heated my face and inflamed my anger. I tossed another bucket of water on one of the conflagrations, extinguishing it with a hiss. There were just too many for our small team of five. There was me; Snotface Snotlout, the most arrogant adolescent on Berk and the least desirable; the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, who never stopped squabbling with each other; and Fishlegs, the dragon nerd. None of us were above fifteen.

Oh yeah, and there was that scrawny Hiccup. He had a freckled face, brown hair, and the sorriest build in the history of Vikings. Gobber had apprenticed him in blacksmith work ever since he had been eight. Hiccup could hardly handle an ax or a sword, let alone a shield. His father, Stoick the Vast and Chief of the Tribe, kept him inside as much as he could, because Hiccup was a lodestone for disaster. Just last month, he had knocked a cart of food over a cliff by tripping. As a result, we had all gone hungry for a few weeks after. It was ironic that he should be the son of a Chief, because he was not cut out to lead. You could ask anyone on Berk; they would agree wholeheartedly.

A fireball exploded behind me, probably Gronckle. I turned and ran back to the tank to get more water, having used my last bit. The rest of the gang followed behind. I spotted Hiccup, as gangly and awkward as a newborn duckling, hanging out of the doors of the forge, watching me. I felt a spark of smug pride inside of me. But no affection. Not from me. I don't fall over swooning as easily as most girls.

Dragons swooped and soared overhead as I refilled. Ruffnut and Tuffnut were right behind me, fighting over the better bucket. As soon as I stepped out of line and began racing towards another smoking building, a piercing screech filled the air. Dread welled up inside me.

"Night Fury!" the cry came. I had ducked and rolled under the steps of a luckily unburned house even before the second alarm, "Get down!" had been sounded. From underneath my hiding place, I watched as an indistinct black shape plummeted from the sky. The shriek was replaced by an explosion as one of our catapults blew apart in flames. Vikings leaped down from the debris, and the shape wheeled over the resulting fire left from the wreckage. It banked, and tore apart another of our towers with a ball of violet fire

Night Furies are the fastest, most dangerous dragon of them all. It does the most damage when compared with the others, it only attacks at night. It doesn't steal food like the others, either. It only causes destruction wherever it strikes. We don't even have the knowledge to defeat it. We can't see it, it's devastatingly fast, and destroys our catapults until we have none. I silently cursed the elusive dragon, vowing to kill it one day and use its teeth for daggers.

Gobber's mismatched legs ran across my ground-level view. He had never told us exactly how he lost his hand and his foot, but we could always guess. I pulled myself out from under the stairs, wishing I could help fight alongside the older Vikings, but I was too young. Soon, I told myself. Soon I'll turn eighteen, and then I will officially be an adult. Four years was still a long time to wait, though, for someone as impatient as me. The Night Fury had apparently gone, and I grabbed my wooden bucket, eager to get back in the firefight. A loud crash sounded from my right, and I whirled around just in time to see one of our enormous torches go toppling into the harbor, crushing two ships and destroying the platforms that helped us to climb down. And at the foot of the charred stump, just behind Stoick, was…Hiccup.

I watched as the last of the dragons escaped with most of our flocks. Idiot! I roared at Hiccup. Torches took two months to build and raise, ships even longer. Gobber must have taken his eye off of Hiccup for a second too long.

As everyone stared accusingly at Hiccup, he gulped, pointed somewhere behind him, and said, "OK, but I hit a Night Fury."

I snorted. Yeah, right.

Stoick began to pull Hiccup away from the crowd. "It's not like the last few times, Dad! I really, actually hit it! You guys were busy, and I had a very clear shot! It went down just off Raven Point, let's get a search party out there before it—"

"STOP!" Stoick roared. He closed his eyes and sighed. "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!"

Hiccup bounced on the balls of his feet nervously. "Well, between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, know what I mean?"

I shook my head. He just didn't get it.

"This isn't a joke!" He sighed. "Why can't you follow the simplest orders?"

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

Stoick put his head in his hands. "Many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them."

He straightened, glowering down at Hiccup. "Get back to the house." Looking over his son's head, he said loudly to Gobber, "Make sure he gets there! I have his mess to clean up." Gobber came up behind Hiccup and swatted him on the back of his shaggy brown head before they set off together, back to the house of the Chief.

I crouched at the side of the huge wooden doors that never closed right, listening to the angry mutters of the crowd inside the main hall. If my mother was here, she would have given me a good scolding: "Eavesdropping is unbecoming, you should know better," blah, blah, blah. But she wasn't, and I don't. She was off on some exploration of the surrounding land, and I didn't have a father anymore. I was free to do as I pleased. So there.

I tensed as the loud, deep voice of Stoick rang in the stone hall. "Either we finish them, or they'll finish us! It's the only way we'll be rid of them. If we find the nest and destroy it, they'll leave. They'll find another home." I heard the thunk of a dagger embedding itself in wood. "One more search, before the ice sets in."

Another chorus of grumbles. "Those ships never come back," someone said.

"We're Vikings. It's an occupational hazard!" I grinned. Boy, was that ever true. "Now, who's with me?"

There were no takers. "All right," Stoick said, obviously with a plan in mind. "Those who stay will look after Hiccup."

Everyone shouted "To the ships!" and "I'm with you, Stoick!" After that, I heard the throng moving to the doors, and I ran out of the way so I would not get caught listening in on a Tribe meeting. Taking the longest, most indirect route I could, I headed to the kill ring, where my first Dragon Training would take place tomorrow.

Snotlout was already there, as were the twins. Fishlegs was nowhere to be found. I ignored them as I passed, and peered through the bars of the ring, looking at the stone floor and the trembling, iron-plated doors that held one of each type of dragon. All but the Night Fury, of course. There was an empty cage for that. The ring disappeared before my eyes as I imagined conquering each dragon, ahead of the class. And to be the first to kill one…! It was all planned out for me. The others didn't stand a chance.

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