Misunderstood villain (villain hiccup x OC)

The intro: dragon attacked

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. 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 problem are the pests. You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes. We have, dragons.

Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have.... stubbornness issues. My manes Athena. 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 demeanour wouldn't do that.

Athena got knocked over and a random Viking loomed over him and yelled, "ARGGGHHHHHHH! Mornin'!" Athena kept running, passing multiple people along the way. Soon passing the chief, Stoick. He looked up into the sky, eyeing the dragons as they flew over the village.

That's Stoick the Vast. Chief of the tribe. They say that when he was a baby, he popped a dragons head clean off of its shoulders. Do i believe it? Yes, I do.

"What have we got?" Stoick asked a Viking in front of him. "Gronkles, Nadders, Zipplebacks. Oh and Hoark saw a Monstrous Nightmare." A dragon blasted a house behind them, causing the rubble the fly everywhere, as a small peace of rubble landed on Stoick a shoulder. "Any night furies?" Stoick asked. "None so far." The Viking replied. Stoick dusted the rubble off his shoulder, "Good."

Meanwhile with Athena she kept running soon taking shelter at the blacksmith. "Ah! Nice of you to join the party! I thought you'd been carried off!" Gobber mocked, as he was working on one of the many weapons he had to fix. "What, who me? Nah, come on! I'm way too muscular for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all of this!" Athena replied, gesturing to herself.

"Well, they need toothpicks, don't they? Then again, it would depend on what the dragon master commands the beasts to do." Gobber replied, in a mocking yet somewhat worried and scared way.

The meat-head with attitude and interchangeable hands is Gobber. The town blacksmith, dragon killer trainer and close friends to the chief.

See? Old village, lots and lots of new buildings.

As more buildings and suck get lit on fire, Athena sees carrying buckets of water to put the fire out. "FIRE!" Someone shouted. "Alright, let's go!" A blonde Viking boy said shouting.

Oh, that's Fishlegs, Snotlout, the twins, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, and Arrow. I'll admit, I'm not like them. I'm not the, "ready for battle whenever" kind of Viking girl. My job, is to heal, like Gothi, the village healer, also know as the little old woman with the
staff and never talks.

I've been Gothi's apprentice when I was little, well, little-er. Besides that I sometimes hang around the group around my age, only for training of course, me and Arrow are both the best fighters in the arena. The only difference is I train for self defence, Arrow and the others train to kill.

A Viking came up to Athena and Gothi hurt, pretty badly by the looks. Gothi went ahead and started doing her thing, as Athena stood next to her, helping her, if needed. But Athena could help but look toward the sky, staring as dragons and smoke covered the sky.

Here, killing dragons is EVERYTHING. A Nadder head will surely get you at least noticed. Gronkles are tough. Taking down one would DEFINITELY get you a little bit popular. A Zippleback? Exotic. Two heads, twice the status. And then, there's the Monstrous Nightmare. Only the best Vikings goes after those. They have a nasty habit of setting themselves on fire. But the ultimate prize is the dragon no one's ever seen. We call it a Night fury.