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A/N:

Ok so I will either have a author's note here, a warning, or both.

Anyways, here's the characters (teens) height for the first movie.

Hattie - 4'11

Ashton - 5'7

Snotlout - 5'1

Ruffnut - 5'4

Tuffnut - 5'4

Fishlegs - 5'6

"Thank you, thank you. I was trying, so..."

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The sky is dark and the ocean is alive. A island comes into view from the fog. Giant rocks are jutting straight out of the water in the shape of vikings.

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.

The closer to the island, the more noticeable a small village is.

My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets. The only problems are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitos. We have...

Hattie open the door to look outside because of all the commotion. However, a giant beast flies into view and looks at her. It then blasted fire as she closed the door. Because of the small gaps between the door and the doorway, fire got past and it brightened the house up, illuminating her.

...dragons.

She reopened the smoking door and leap off the front porch. As she is running, a bunch of vikings are running around with shields and swords, axes or maces. Hattie had to dodge both the vikings and their deadly weapons. Soon more dragons arrive and grab anything that is a potential food source, mainly our sheep.

Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have stubbornness issues.

An alarm went off. Vikings of all genders pour out from their homes with weapons ready. Meanwhile, she is dodging each of them, running the opposite direction.

My name's Hattie. Great name, I know. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls. Like our charming Viking demeanor wouldn't do that.

Vikings around me are fighting. Sheep are being hauled off to who knows where. Vikings are getting thrown all over the place. One knocked her down.

He snarled in her face before brightening up, "Mornin'!"

She gets back up and continue her journey. She runs past many neighbors. Hoark the Haggard for instance.